Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 347 Another Courier

But Meng Yao, who was more ignorant than him, really didn't have a clue, but since the director asked her, she could only talk about her own plans.

"I really don't have a clue who the other party is now, but I think since the other party can go directly to the police station to find me and hand over the gauntlet, then I'll just wait."

Seeing Wang Dakui pointing at the photo and hesitant to speak, Meng Yao continued, "Vice-team Wang, don't worry, since the other party chooses to play this game with me, the other party will definitely not kill the victim immediately. , otherwise the game would not be playable."

"And it's clearly written on it. The other party will send me a photo of this kind and some information every day so that I can feel a little bit involved. Then these papers will definitely have some useful information marked on them."

Nodding clearly, Wang Dakui also began to analyze, "Since the other party sent a courier, can we check with the courier who sent you the courier first?"

"The courier company should have left a delivery message."

"Yes, yes, but I don't think there is much hope of finding clues from the courier," Sun Lin said.

Zhao Hongxiang thought for a while and said to Li Changrong in a deep voice, "The most important point now is that we have too little contact with this kind of psychopathic murderer, and we don't have in-depth psychological research on this kind of person."

"I think it may be faster to find a professional from the relevant department to participate."

His words were recognized by everyone.

But because this matter is just the beginning at this time, they have no evidence other than a photo and the printed paper that can prove that this is a real case.

Even the matter of determining whether this is a real case was made by Zhao Hongxiang based on his own experience.

So in the end, after discussion, everyone decided to temporarily narrow down the scope of the insiders of this matter to only a few people currently in the office, so as to prevent the spread of this matter from causing other bad social impact.

After leaving the director's office, Meng Yao followed Zhao Hongxiang back to the office. There was no one else in the office except them.

Another forensic doctor, Zhang Ming, finally lost to reality. In order to stay and have a local household registration, he decided to marry his assistant Zhao Zimo, a local. Today, the two went on vacation to take wedding photos.

"Master, what do you think about this matter?" Meng Yao sat on the chair, flipping the photo over and over in his hand.

Zhao Hongxiang leaned back on the chair and frowned as he looked at the paper in his hand, "The other party is obviously coming after you."

"Recall whether there have been inexplicable people around you recently, or have any strange things happened."

"This matter is probably more serious than we imagined. Whether it is the other party's motive or the ultimate goal, it is not simple!"

On the afternoon of the conversation, Meng Yao received a call from the policeman on duty at the doorman when she was about to get off work, saying that she had her package with them.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Hongxiang asked in a low voice looking at Meng Yao who had been sitting on the chair with frowning frowns after answering the phone, and at the same time, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Meng Yao looked up at him with a somewhat speechless expression, "Just called me at the door and said that I have a courier there for me to pick it up."

Hearing that it was a courier again, Zhao Hongxiang's expression became much more serious.

"Go and take it over and have a look!"

Except for the photo and paper in the morning, she never received a single word after the whole day. Unexpectedly, another courier came when it was time to get off work.

Meng Yao, who had been in a trance all day, endured the desire to scold her, got up and walked out, and a few minutes later came back with a courier packaged in a large bowl.

"It's a box, very light!"

Zhao Hongxiang reached out to take it, then put it on the table and found a knife to cut open the packaging bag to reveal the box inside.

The diameter of the box is only [-] centimeters, a boxy box.

He opened the paper box in a hurry, and besides a card, there was also a small bundle of hair tied with a red ribbon inside, and it was obviously a woman's hair.

Meng Yao stared blankly at the thing in front of him, then picked up the card and read it carefully, there were only three words on it, "Meeting gift!"

meet and greet?
What the other party meant was that this little stroke of hair was a gift for Meng Yao?

"Could this be the victim's hair?" Meng Yao looked at Zhao Hongxiang with some uncertainty.

Holding the red rope in his hand, he put the hair about [-] centimeters long in front of his eyes and looked carefully, "This is obviously a woman's hair, and it looks well maintained."

woman?

"The other party wanted to tell us that the victim was a woman?

Or was it a woman who did it? "

The two looked at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes were still question marks all over their faces.

Recalling in her mind, Meng Yao took out the photo she received in the morning from the drawer of her desk.

"The arm on this photo doesn't look like a woman's, so what does it mean that the other party handed over such a photo at this time?"

"Could it be that the other party is really telling us that she herself is a woman?"

After saying this, Meng Yao was about to cry, what happened?

First, he handed her a photo and a challenge letter inexplicably, and now he handed himself a lock of hair and a confusing card.

OK?
Are you kidding me?
The more Meng Yao thought about it, the more she had the urge to be played by the other party, especially this hair, it's too fucking ridiculous.

May I ask how perverted she is to give her a woman's hair, isn't she sick?

Seeing her frowning, Zhao Hongxiang looked dumbfounded, "It is still unclear what the nature of this matter is, but the only thing that is certain is."

"The arm in this picture is real, and so is the blood!"

Looking at the photo on the table, the two fell into silence again.

In the evening, Meng Yao got into Lu Zhixing's car at the gate of the police station as usual, and the two went back to the top floor of the nursing home to cook dinner.

After washing the dishes in the kitchen, Lu Zhixing looked at Meng Yao lazily leaning on the sofa and asked puzzledly.

"What's the matter, did you encounter any difficult cases today?"

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Looking up at him, Meng Yao pursed her lips and shook her head lazily, "It's okay, it might just be someone's prank."

Seeing her listless look, Lu Zhixing suddenly thought of Shen Yue who had no news so far, and his heart tightened.

To Meng Yao, she was like a ticking time bomb.

"Yaoyao, are you really alright?"

"I see that you look very tired. Did something happen today, why don't you tell me!"

(End of this chapter)