In the talking room, the four had already taken the elevator to the top floor, then crossed the cordon and walked into the bathroom where the body was found.
All the lights in the bathroom were on, and a police officer raised his hand towards them and pointed to the last stall.
There was indeed a corpse in the compartment.
It was a young boy in his early twenties. He maintained the posture of sitting on the toilet, with a tie around his neck, and the other end of the tie was tied to a high water pipe.
It was Lan Fang, a graduate student of the Institute of History affiliated to Fengxing University.
Lan Fang was wearing a set of uncharacteristic summer sports clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face. He was completely the most ordinary college student's dress, and he belonged to the type who would not let anyone take a second glance when he walked in front of him.
At this time, he was sitting crooked on the toilet, his back was against the wall, his upper body was leaning forward, and the tie was wrapped around his neck, so that the weight of his head was completely supported by the thin tie, which blocked the airway and the blood supply to the brain, causing "suicide" s consequence.
Even someone without any medical knowledge can tell by just a glance that this person is dead.
Generally speaking, it is not impossible for a person to sit and hang himself, but it is quite difficult.
Because the process of hanging yourself is very painful, once the suicide cannot quickly lose consciousness, it will have an instinctive desire to survive due to lack of oxygen, so as to try to save itself.
However, at this time, Lan Fang's eyes were open. Although one face was terrifyingly blue-purple due to suffocation, and the protruding eyeballs were also covered with dense needle-like bleeding spots, but there was no expression in his expression. The state of pain, on the contrary, seems to be so calm that he is just sitting on the toilet and reading a prose essay.
"Preliminary judgment, Lan Fang has been dead for nearly ten hours."
Qingzhu told Beiquan the information he got from the police:
"In other words, he died at about four or five o'clock in the afternoon."
Beiquan approached the corpse and studied it carefully for a while.
"This expression doesn't look right, doesn't it?"
Beiquan said, put on his pair of black silk gloves, and gently lifted the deceased's chin upwards, clearly revealing the whole face of the youth.
"I guess, when Lan Fang died, A Chan's three souls and seven souls were no longer in his body, it was just an empty shell, so he didn't feel any pain, and his expression was so calm."
Qingzhu agreed with Beiquan's guess.
"So, when Lan Fang committed suicide, the people around him, Jiucheng, was the next person to be taken away."
Beiquan frowned: "In school, it shouldn't be hard to find, right?"
After all, university campuses are monitored everywhere, especially in teaching buildings.
Now that people are killed, it is natural for the police to call for surveillance. To find out who has entered the teaching building, it is only a difference of a longer time and a shorter time.
Beiquan paused: "Unless..."
"Um."
Aliu, who was beside her, answered quietly in her soft and ethereal voice:
"It really is the 'unless'."
For ordinary crimes, surveillance is indeed an unfavorable weapon for solving cases, but for Beiquan and the others, it is not the same at all.
When Beiquan himself was doing some "unspeakable" things, he often used the kid to cover the nearby surveillance cameras.
Although he was unfamiliar with the "senior brother" A Song, he didn't know how capable the other party was, but he was only dealing with a few surveillance cameras. It was probably a little skill that couldn't even be called "skill".
Sure enough, Qingzhu told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that when the police checked the surveillance records just now, they found that this teaching building was the center, and all surveillance cameras that could photograph the entrance and interior of the building were all broken for no reason. .
The security guard on the night shift swears that he checked it when he was handed over. At that time, the picture on the surveillance screen was still fine, and there was no abnormality at all, but for some reason, now the video file is only a gray piece, and nothing can be seen.
"How long did the expired footage last?"
Beiquan asked again.
Miss Aliu replied: "From 10:15 in the morning to 4:35 in the afternoon, there are more than six hours."
She thought about it and added:
"It probably started when Lan Fang entered the teaching building."
You don't need to swipe your card to enter or leave this building. Not only teachers and students, but anyone can come in if they want to.
Six hours is enough time for a lot to happen.
Algorithmic medicine can make the time of death more accurate. In the absence of monitoring and reading, it is not easy to quickly locate the suspect.
Beiquan didn't speak anymore, just stared at the corpse and pondered, as if he was thinking about something.
"How about it?"
Qing Zhu hugged his arms beside him, "Is there anything you can do?"
He specially called Beiquan back to watch the scene, just to see if the other party had something else they couldn't think of.
Beiquan did not answer immediately.
He opened the black suitcase he was carrying with him, took out a compass, and then, under the surprised and suspicious gaze of the police, took the flat-end compass with one hand and slowly circled the bathroom.
"No, here, I can't try to conjure the unknown victim."
Beiquan spread out one hand and shrugged helplessly.
"A Chan is very smart and knows to start here..."
Generally speaking, the three souls and seven souls of those who have been taken away from the body are equivalent to having just died.
People who died not long ago, especially those who died suddenly, probably haven't had time to take the Huangquan Road, and their souls are still wandering in the world.
At this time, the success rate of the summoning will be relatively high.
However, this method cannot be implemented in Fengxing University.
There is no other reason, just because the aura here is too chaotic.
Wei Fuyuan, a student at Fengxing University, felt very puzzled and couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Why is the aura of our school so messed up?"
"You should have heard a lot of urban weirdness in your school, right?"
Beiquan is always very patient with his lover, and he explains it very carefully, "For example, your school is built on a cemetery, so from time to time someone will see a figure in white or hear a woman's cry or something."
Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows: "But isn't this a legend of the rivers and lakes that every university has?"
After all, if there are not one or two well-known ghost stories in today's famous schools, they would be embarrassed to call themselves 985 or 211!
"For Fengxing University, it is not a legend of the rivers and lakes."
Beiquan explained:
"It's true that part of your university's current land used to be mass burial mounds. When the infrastructure was built, many unowned orphan graves were not moved, and were directly buried in the foundation."
He smiled helplessly:
"So if I summon souls here, I might be able to recruit too many things."
If Beiquan knew who the next person to be taken was, he could have a purpose and call the soul of a specific deceased.
But now they don't know the identity of the victim, and the other party died on a mass grave. At this time, if Beiquan summons his soul rashly, then the error rate is too high, so high that there is nothing at all in this attempt. significance.
Qing Zhu still didn't give up: "Is there really no other way?"
Beiquan shook his head helplessly.
If he can catch up with the time when the person just died, he can still light Ah Chan's birth certificate and use the smoke to track the opponent's location.
It's a pity that Lan Fang has been dead for ten hours now, not to mention the radius of three kilometers, such a long time is enough for the murderer to span the entire country of China.
Qing Zhu had to temporarily dismiss the idea of obtaining clues from Beiquan.
After everyone carefully inspected the scene, Aliu informed the police to end the suicide case for the time being, and at the same time copied the remaining undamaged surveillance cameras and prepared to bring them back to "Special Seven" to ask someone to analyze them.
Qingzhu, on the other hand, took Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan back to the "Three Ways River", and agreed that no matter where they found any clues about A Song, they would exchange news at any time.
After some tossing, it was almost four in the morning, almost five in the morning.
Jiang Nan'an pulled the slippers and opened the door for the two of them.
"Not bad, just in time."
Comrade Xiao Jiang yawned exaggeratedly, "I thought this week's Thriller Night Talks must be interrupted!"
"That won't work."
Beiquan smiled at Jiang Nan'an, "The show must not be interrupted. I'm still counting on which ghost can give me some news about A Song."
Jiang Nan'an didn't know who "A Song" was, and just as he was about to ask a question, Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan upstairs.
"What's the matter, we'll talk about it after we sleep."
The author has something to say: a new copy will be opened in the next update!
Finally got to fight the BOSS~