Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

In the dark corridor, there were voice-controlled lights that kept lighting up and going out with the sound, and the subtle humming sound of the ceiling exhaust system.

And then there was the elevator that suddenly opened.

It only took Wu Lin half a second to think about his situation, which was like the perfect moment for the cannon fodder to be killed in an old Hong Kong movie.

The difference was that the person who walked out quickly from the elevator was not a murderer disguised as a good guy, but the captain who was staring at him and looked a little serious.

"Didn't I tell you not to come out?"

Jinchen pulled Wu Lin behind him and scolded him in a stern voice, "You ignored the organization's orders."

"I came out because I heard you coming." Wu Lin tried to free his arm from the excessive force, but failed.

What an innocent tone, Jinchen really didn't believe it at all.

"It's a liar."

Wu Lin half-leaned against the door frame on his side as he was pulled back. His thin figure was as calm as a sculpture standing there. "No, I was lying to you."

Jinchen: "..."

Yi Tian and his foursome followed closely with a team of police officers. Jin Chen didn't waste any time seeing them coming and prepared to break in.

Wu Lin: "I just heard some noise inside."

Jinchen knocked on the door and listened for any sound. When there was no other movement, he pulled out his gun and broke in.

The black muzzles of guns entered the door before the people did. Jinchen glanced vigilantly at the dark living room, turned on the light switch, and several policemen quickly entered the room to search for the hidden murderer.

But unfortunately, apart from the corpse lying on the big bed in the bedroom, there was no murderer in the house.

When the bedroom door was pushed open, Yi Tian, ​​who was at the front, exclaimed in a low voice, "Captain Jin! This is a way to die..."

Jinchen put away the gun with a complicated expression, and was so horrified by the smell in the room that he didn't want to go in.

The bedroom was closed, filled with rich aromatherapy and heather smells, which were really choking.

Wu Lin hooked the mask string and handed it to Jinchen, "Team Jin, you should take some protective measures."

Jinchen followed his line of sight and realized that Wu Lin had already put on a mask and gloves when he came in. He was very dedicated.

The deceased was lying flat on his back in the messy bed, with a silk scarf hanging loosely around his neck. There was an unknown liquid and dried wax on his body, red like blood, concentrated on his entire lower abdomen.

Wu Lin observed the symptoms on the body surface, pried open the deceased's eyes with his fingers, then looked at the corners of the mouth and fingers respectively, and finally pressed the number of times the neck was turned.

"There were punctate hemorrhages on the eyelids, cyanosis on the nails and lips, and obvious compression on the neck."

Yu Jue asked: "So it was mechanical asphyxiation? It looks like he was strangled to death."

Wu Lin stood up straight, picked up the still burning incense on the bedside table and shook it, speaking slowly.

“sexual asphyxia.”

Duan Xiaobai hissed, "Sexual asphyxiation..."

Abnormal psychology generally believes that sexual asphyxiation is a perverted behavior caused by sexual perversion, mainly sexual pleasure caused by lack of oxygen and other stimulation, most of which are subjective fantasies or direct sexual stimulation.

Wu Lin glanced at the things on the ground. It was obvious that his usually taciturn neighbor belonged to the second type. He died from lack of oxygen and irritation caused by strangulation on the neck.

"Cui Ju also conducted psychological control before he was killed." Jin Chen picked up the things that rolled on the carpet beside the bed. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of tool. "This kind of control can produce memory recall through deep hypnosis."

[Oh~ Host, you also used it on the Lord God! ] Ling Gungun remembered.

"Hypnosis and control..." Wu Lin murmured, thinking of the flashing symbols on the homepage of the suicide mutual aid website. He subconsciously pressed his wrist and frowned in thought.

"Hey, Captain Jin, you already know the identity of the drunkard." Ke Zhengxi was squatting on the ground putting the evidence into the plastic bag. Hearing this, he looked up at him, "So soon?"

Of course, Jinchen would not go into depth on this topic, and vaguely said that friends abroad can check their identities faster.

"Captain Jin, this is on the table in the living room." Yu Jue handed a card to Jin Chen. "Fuck, the person behind the scenes knows you."

There was only one sentence on the card.

——Say hello to Sir Jin.

The signature is a red skull.

Jinchen: "..."

Yu Jue looked at Jinchen tremblingly and took a half step back, fearing that the shadowless kick would hit him.

"No...we can't destroy the crime scene, Captain Jin."

"Damn you bastard." Jinchen cursed with gritted teeth.

Isn't this a clear provocation?

The search of the scene had to continue. Jinchen suppressed his anger and asked them to carry the body back.

Wu Lin, who was wandering slowly in the room, was also pulled out by Jinchen.

"It's not too late to check the body tomorrow. What you need to do now is go to sleep."

The light in Cui Ju's living room was turned on, reflecting the corridor and Jin Chen's back. Wu Lin narrowed his eyes when he looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Captain Jin, don't you think that my negligence led to this case?"

"What did you say?" Jin Chen didn't follow Wu Lin's topic, "What does this case have to do with you?"

"As early as when I was at counselor Zhou Ming's home, I found that the man in the photo looked familiar. If I had found out earlier that it was a neighbor... today's case would not have happened."

Wu Lin spoke straightforwardly and calmly, even as if he was forcing charges upon himself.

Jinchen was so angry that he laughed.

"Well, shall I arrest you and handcuff you?"

After a moment, he said, "What's wrong with you? You are just asking for trouble. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Jinchen raised his hand and touched Wu Lin's hair. "Go to bed obediently. You still have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

As he got closer, Jinchen could smell a faint scent of blood.

He took Wu Lin's hand and said, "What did you do? You smell like blood."

Wu Lin couldn't help but curl his fingers a few times, thinking that his guess was right, everything that happened tonight was so coincidental that it seemed a little inappropriate.

He also didn't like to show his scars to others.

"No, you smelled it wrong." Wu Lin said this without blushing or feeling nervous.

Jinchen rolled up his sleeves suspiciously and took a look. Apart from his bony wrists, there were really no scars.

But Wu Lin pressed his fingers tightly on the fake leather on his wrist, worried that he would be noticed.

"Captain Jin, it's not good to act like a hooligan in the middle of the night." Wu Lin smiled, "Does this count as harassing your subordinates?"

"Go away, this is not harassment at all." Jinchen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, feeling playful, he pulled the man's arm harder and pulled him into his arms.

Wu Lin was not on guard at all and was trapped between Jin Chen and the door panel. The air around him seemed thin.

“That can barely be considered as such.”

Someone's evil laughter came from his ears. Wu Lin gritted his teeth, grasped the door handle with his trapped arm, and the fingerprint recognition was successful.