Zheng Yi was taken aback. Facts speak louder than words.
He nodded: "I understand."
"In addition, there are fibers in the nails, which should be from masks or something." After the forensic doctor Xiao Zhu finished, he continued, "There was only one stab wound on the deceased's body, which was a fatal injury, stabbing the liver. From the point of view of the piercing, the murderer was much taller than the deceased, and should be between 178 and 185 centimeters in height."
The captain tapped the table and reminded: "This is reserved. Considering that there is a rape case, when the murderer is killing, the deceased is likely to be lying down, so as to infer the height, there is insufficient evidence."
"Yes."
Zheng Yi opened the autopsy report and saw some pictures of the skin tissue of the deceased Wei Lai. Her wrists, shoulder blades, and legs all had contusions caused during her lifetime, which were common defense wounds and evidence of her resistance and struggle.
Without a clue, he rubbed the bridge of his nose vigorously.
At the end of the meeting, Zheng Yi pulled Lao Yang to his office, poured him a glass of water and pressed him to sit down: "He has a big head, if this case is not solved, he will be sprayed to death by spittle stars."
"In some cases, the traditional method cannot be used." Lao Yang took a sip, "I have to use what I said at the meeting last time—"
"Criminal psychology analysis." Zheng Yi took his words.
"Yes." Lao Yang said, "Let's take this case, let me ask you, why did the rapist rape?"
Zheng Yi couldn't give a systematic answer for a while.
Lao Yang: "Four reasons: 1. Power type, to reflect one's own control and desire to conquer; 2. Emotional type, eager to establish intimate personal relationships; 3. Vent type, to vent one's anger and frustration; 4. The curious type, to satisfy sexual curiosity, is often seen in juvenile single offenses."
Zheng Yi nodded: "I have read the report you wrote before. You said that after asking the first two victims, based on their descriptions, it is inferred that this suspect is a venting type."
"Yes. The power type is usually a little older; the emotional type is delicate and needy, and even takes care of the victim's emotions and communicates with her."
"A venting teenager." Zheng Yi thought thoughtfully.
"I'm not at all surprised that this type develops to murder. You think, he was angry, frustrated, and desperately in need of venting; but the deceased desperately resisted, humiliated him, and scolded him. He suffered another set of frustrations, and of course he would kill. Stabbed to death. , the action of stabbing itself is a powerful vent."
Zheng Yi nodded again: "Yes." He said again, "The perpetrators of rape cases targeting a fixed group of teenagers are usually teenagers of the same age."
"Yes." Lao Yang opened his notebook to show him, "I made a portrait of the suspect."
Zheng Yi took it and looked at it, and saw a few points in the notebook.
"1. Aged between 17 and 19 years old, silent and introverted, cautious and intelligent, want to mix with the circle of peers, but it is difficult to integrate;
2. Good appearance (no one near the crime scene reported that they have seen suspicious people, and good-looking strangers are not easy to arouse suspicion);
3. Dropping out of school, or attending a technical or technical school with lax school discipline (the victims are all students in regular high schools);
4. Often skip classes and wander around other schools; (observation target)
5. Be very familiar with the area where the crime occurred, live nearby, or often go to the site, and work in a well-planned and organized manner;
6. The family is not in harmony, and the relationship with the mother is particularly bad or even bad (there are abuses and torture of women in the process of violence). There are the following possibilities: 1. Being abused by the mother, 2. Being neglected or abandoned by the mother, 3. How much the mother has Sex partner or prostitute;"
Zheng Yi sighed: "I admire it, but it's still hard to catch people."
Lao Yang said, "It doesn't matter. We will sort out the Wei Lai case carefully, and we will definitely find key clues to narrow the scope."
"Yes." Zheng Yi said, pushing the notebook over and saying,
"The suspect has a means of transportation. Considering his age, it is very unlikely that he has a car, and a bicycle is not convenient for transporting the deceased, so it is most likely a motorcycle."
**
The next day, the two teenagers got up very early.
They walked around the house, dressing, combing their hair, squeezing toothpaste, brushing their teeth and washing their faces.
Too few times to hang out together.
Chen Nian looked in the mirror, took off the ponytail he had just combed and combed it again, looked around to see that no hair was bulging out, and then walked out.
In the morning, neither hot nor cold, the temperature is just right. Kitano and Chen Nian sat at the table eating pancakes and had a quiet breakfast.
The narrow room was getting hot and humid, like a slowly heating pressure cooker. They set off.
When Beiye closed the rolling shutter door, Chen Nian stood aside and couldn't help but tiptoe lightly.
They walked out of the factory area, walked through the vast wilderness, always briskly on their feet, and went all the way to the railroad tracks.
Kitano didn't leave, looked at Chaoyang, sat on the ground and lay down with his feet on the rails. After half a moment, he looked at Chen Nian, patted the grass beside him, and motioned for her to lie down too.
Chen Nian didn't ask, and lay down beside him, resting his pillow on his arm.
The sky was high and blue, and the birds flew by.
She also put her feet on the rails and asked, "Are we basking in the sun?"
Kitano replied lazily, "Wait for the train."
"Waiting for the train?"
"Twenty minutes, the train will pass."
"Wait for the train to come... see?"
Kitano turned to look at her, a little funny: "Take the train."
"But we didn't buy tickets."
"It doesn't matter." Kitano said.
He said it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, she looked at the sky for a while and closed her eyes.
The wind is blowing and the world is quiet. They were about to fall asleep when the rails under their feet shook and they opened their eyes.
Kitano pulled her to stand up, and a green train came not far away. Green trains going to the countryside are slower than regular trains.
Chen Nian watched without blinking for a moment. After waiting for a while, he realized that something was wrong: "Isn't it going to stop?"
"It doesn't stop," Kitano said.
"Then how do we get in the car?" Chen Nian asked.
"It doesn't stop, we have to get in the car," Kitano said.
When the words fell, he reached out to her, Chen Nian's heart skipped a beat, he reached over and held his hand.
"Small stutter."
"Um?"
"Do you want to die?"
Chen Nian was stunned for a moment, looked at his profile, then looked at the trembling railroad tracks in front of him, and said slowly, "I thought about it."
"Me too." Kitano said.
The two teenagers trembled slightly in unison, their hands clenched even tighter.
"Do you want to die right now?"
"I thought about it, and I didn't want to."
"Me too." The boy said.
"With me?" he asked.
"That's why I said, thinking about it a bit," she replied, clenching his hand.
Their hands were twisted together like a rope, and they shivered and stared at the rails.
Kitano said, "Are you ready?"
Chen Nian nodded: "Okay."
The train drew nearer, whizzing past them, and the wind picked up.
Kitano shouted: "Chase!"
Chen Nian shouted, "Chase!"
They held hands and ran against the wind, chasing the train down the hillside, an iron ladder hung beside them, Kitano grabbed Chen Nian: "Jump!"
Chen Nian didn't dare to pounce on the iron wall, Kitano grabbed the ladder with one hand and jumped onto the train wall, still holding Chen Nian with the other. Chen Nian was exhausted, Kitano: "Jump up!"
Chen Nian shook her head, she was afraid.
"I'll catch you."
Chen Nian rushed up, and Kitano hugged her waist. The two teenagers hit the train wall together. Chen Nian hurriedly grabbed the ladder and glanced at Beiye. They stared at each other and gasped. There was no emotion on their shocked faces, and they suddenly laughed.
They climbed to the top of the train.
Grassland lakes, lotus ponds and rice fields.
The young man's face was covered with thin sweat, which was wiped clean by the wind on the roof of the car in an instant.
The train passed a small village and stopped temporarily.
Kitano and Chen Nian sneaked off the train and ran away holding hands.
It was a very small village with a few tile-roofed houses and a large area of rice fields.
They wandered aimlessly on the ridge, passing a large lotus pond.
Chen Nian shook the leaf, and the bright water droplets rolled in the heart of the leaf, smashed into pieces, and gathered into a ball.
The owner of the lotus pond is a big man. He drove a small wooden boat out of the depths of the pond, and the lotus leaves were lined up in layers; on the boat, the blue lotus pods and the pink lotus were piled up into hills.
Chen Nian stared at the lotus flower. Beiye then asked: "Are you going to send it to Xicheng to sell?"
The big man said: "Yeah, or else, sell it cheap. One dollar a piece."
is really cheap.
Kitano bought seven and grabbed the seven stalks in one hand. The lotus pod was like the head of a seven-headed bird.
The big man said cheerfully, "I will send you two lotus flowers."
Chen Nian squatted on the shore, took one white and one powder from the boat, sniffed it, and there was a green fragrance.
He and she were walking on the ridge to eat lotus pods. The lotus pods just picked were tender and fresh, and eating them was like drinking spring water from a pond.
"The sun will get brighter in a while," Kitano said. He walked up and down the shore, carefully selected, found the largest lotus leaf, snapped the stalk, and pulled out the long white silk.
He handed her the lotus leaf as an umbrella.
Chen Nian brought it over to cover the sun.
"Hey, there are water chestnuts." Beiye squatted on the ridge, scooped up a bunch of leaves with his long hands, and he pulled out a few and peeled them off;
Chen Nian squatted beside him with his skirt in his arms: "So small."
He peeled the thin white pulp from the small shell and handed it to her mouth: "Try it."
Chen Nian lowered his head into his mouth, and his soft lips ran across his fingers. Kitano threw the leaves back into the water, his heart like a rippling pond.
"It's so sweet." Chen Nian said. It's sweet, and it doesn't seem to be the same variety as the ones sold on the street.
This is the real taste of summer.
They walked in the paddy fields with lotus-leaf umbrellas, went to the fields to pick cucumbers and tomatoes to eat, took off their shoes and walked into the paddy fields, letting the mud rub the soles of their feet, and let the mud squeeze in through the gaps between their toes;
They took a nap in the straw hut, and when they woke up, the mud on their feet was clumped up, and they fell off with a gentle dig;
So move on.
The road is narrow, and there are ridges in one vein, and the teenagers cannot walk side by side.
Kitano quietly took a step back, letting her walk in front and him behind. He didn't even go up to take her hand,
The road behind was full of fields, too narrow, and there was no place for him beside her. He counted her footprints and looked at her back.
They walked a long way, like going out into the sky, but they were not tired at all.
When the white moon rose in the sky, and a large number of fireflies floated in the grass, they chased the train back home.
The iron carts shuttled across the fields under the night, and they climbed up the high roofs,
The night was windy and a little cold. The two teenagers sat on the roof of the car, and the sky was full of stars, broken like fine diamonds.
"It looks like it's going to rain." Chen Nian said.
"yes."
"Will it rain?"
"I do not know."
"What if it rains?" Chen Nian asked.
"Let's get wet," Kitano said.
"What if it doesn't rain?" Chen Nian asked again.
"Let's just look at the stars," Kitano said.
Chen Nian looked into his eyes.
Kitano reached out and stroked her face, kissing her lips.
Chen Nian closed his eyes gently.
The top of the train is so high, reach out and catch a star or two.
Looking up at the starry sky means today.