what's in the depths

This is strange. Two people died, a man and a woman. The woman's head was cut off, and the man was sexually assaulted while he was alive. No matter how you think about it, the opposite is more reasonable.

Of course, in many cases, it is impossible to use the thinking of normal people to understand the thinking of criminals. Criminals are too smart now, and they can't do anything to divert the attention of the police.

The question is, in addition to the fatal knife wound on the neck, the second body also has a pentagram mark on the abdomen. Is this the criminal provoking the police or does the pentagram have any special meaning to the criminal? Now only by understanding the meaning of the pentagram can the scope of suspects be narrowed down to the greatest extent.

Chu Rong turned the corpse face down, and groped through the dead man's hair with his fingers, all the way down, but his hands paused at the waist.

"What's the matter, did you find anything?" Zhu Yuhan hurried over and looked along the position of Chu Rong's finger.

"There is a needle hole in the back waist, and there are clotted blood around it."

"Huh?" Zhu Yuhan squatted down in amazement, his eyes were almost glued to the dead body, and finally saw the tiny needle eye that Chu Rong called.

"Blood should have been drawn." Chu Rong took the scale and made a more accurate measurement with the eye of the needle: "4 microns is the diameter of the syringe needle, and it is a 2ml syringe for venous blood collection."

"Could it be that the murderer suffers from porphyria, so blood was collected and stored for emergencies?" Zhu Yuhan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Probably not. The syringe is only 2ml full, which is far from enough for a porphyria patient who has a great demand for blood."

Zhu Yuhan sighed heavily, and scratched his hair irritably: "I'm getting more and more fucking confused about the murderer's purpose, annoying."

"The murderer stripped off his clothes probably because he was afraid of leaving any fibers or DNA on the clothes. It seems that he is very familiar with the police handling cases. Thinking about it this way, the criminal may even be a policeman, or someone who often watches suspense dramas. "

Nowadays, many suspense dramas and suspense articles will leave bugs in them in order to avoid suspicion, so that the whole case does not seem so logical. This is also done to prevent the crime of "instigating murder", because you really don't know how to watch dramas What kind of people are they, what kind of purpose are they looking at.

But there is always one thing to keep in mind, and now, a mentally retarded person who is likely to be instigated by the suspense drama to kill appears——

Chu Rong stood up, rubbed his waist, and said to the criminal police on the side: "Take the body back to the research institute for further autopsy, and inform the family members of the deceased to come to the police station immediately."

Zhu Yuhan stood up, and whispered to Tong Si beside him, "They're going back to the police station, come and do something with me."

"Zhu Dui, it's already 12:30, it's time to eat." Tong Si was quite wordy, as if he was deeply disgusted with their behavior that Zhu Dui had to bring himself with him for all the drudgery.

Zhu Yuhan smiled and grabbed his shoulders: "I haven't been to this kind of ordinary university, you know, so occasionally I want to feel the atmosphere of the canteen of ordinary universities, together?"

"Do not……"

"Bonuses will be deducted by half, and subsidies will be exempted."

"Okay, count yourself as ruthless."

12:30 is the peak time for dining in the university canteen. There are five canteens in the New Normal University plus one halal canteen.

As soon as the two of them entered the cafeteria, they were shocked by the overcrowded momentum.

It's not that they are exaggerating, this is not a cafeteria, it's just like a student riot, eating like a robbery, eating like rushing, the crowd is like a flood, and the two of them are quickly submerged in it.

Another canteen, still the same scene.

I think when they were in the police academy, they consciously lined up for lunch, but anyone who jumped in line was served by the teacher with the baton. If they brought the teacher to the cafeteria and saw this posture, the baton would not know to interrupt How many roots.

The two waited for a long time before they got their seats. Before their buttocks warmed up, the aunt at the dining window called them to come and pick up the meal.

The meal is taken, and the seat is gone.

"Zhu team, I suddenly lost my appetite." Tong Si looked listless, as if all his energy had been worn out by the dining army, he put the big bowl of wide noodles on a random table and was about to leave.

"Your fucking eyes are decorations, can't you see anyone here?!"

As soon as he turned around, he heard a very unqualified curse from behind him.

Tong Si thought he was scolding him, but when he turned around to educate that person, he saw a thin boy tremblingly holding a dinner plate and bowing down to apologize to a tall boy next to him.

It turned out that the little man accidentally tripped over the table leg when he was looking for a place with the dinner plate, and the soup spilled a little and poured it on the tall man's head.

"Every time I meet you, it's not a good thing, Sangmenxing, no wonder you kill your parents, there are mother-born dogs!" The tall man suddenly stood up, looking down at the small boy with his own height advantage, his fists were already raised. In mid-air.

"Keep your mouth clean." Zhu Yuhan stopped the tall man the moment his fist hit him.

"Who are you?" The tall boy shook off his hand, raising his voice an octave, "Do you care? You're really a dog."

"Yes, I am a dog, and you are a mouse." Zhu Yuhan smiled instead of anger.

"I'm sick." The boy scolded angrily, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he was too embarrassed to make too much publicity.

The little boy stood at a loss with the dinner plate, hesitated for a while, and then thanked Zhu Yuhan in a soft voice.

Something shiny on the boy's chest quickly caught Zhu Yuhan's sight.

He looked over and saw that it was a cross.

In fact, it is not surprising that the cross is a common European and American decoration in modern watches, but the strange thing about the cross on this boy is that it is not made of metal, but made of wood, coated on the outside, and tied The chain of the cross is not a fancy shape, just a common black thread.

But that's nothing.

A boy wearing a checkered shirt, thick myopia glasses, wretched and cowardly movements, and a soft voice, wearing such an accessory linked to "fashion" is really out of harmony on the screen.

And there is something wrong with this cross, but I can't figure out what is wrong. It seems to be different from the shape I usually see, but when I look closely, it is just a "ten", and there is nothing special about it.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan staring at him, the little boy was a little embarrassed, said softly "I'll go first" and bowed farewell.

"Hmph, I advise you, stay away from him." It was the tall boy who spoke dirtyly just now.

"You're already a college student, why are you still trying to exclude people? You're not childish." Tong Si said contemptuously.

At this time, the boy who had been eating quietly next to him couldn't help but tell Zhu Yuhan in that admonishing tone:

"Really, it's not that we're trying to isolate and exclude him. He's a weird person."

"Why, you know each other?" Tong Si asked curiously.

The boy nodded: "Of course I know each other. They are all from the same department. Four of them lived in his dormitory. Because of him, the other three moved out."

"Ah? Didn't you move out because you had a girlfriend?" Tong Si thought it was funny.

The boy frowned, as if he felt that Tong Si was very rude, so he turned to Zhu Yuhan and continued:

"I'm not joking. Don't blame us for gossip. Really, whoever gets involved with him will be unlucky."

Now, even Zhu Yuhan became interested. He put the dinner plate on the table and sat down when he found an empty seat. He looked around and pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice:

"What happened, is it so scary?"

The boy gave him a wary look and asked, "Which college are you from?"

"Oh, we're both from the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Really, then why don't you look artistic at all."

"It's not important, you tell brother quickly, what's the matter, you've been playing tricks for a long time, brother feels like there are a hundred little claws scratching in his heart, it's really uncomfortable."

The boy waved at him, beckoning him to come closer.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan, he almost leaned close to him, with a curious look on his face.

The boy stepped back, lowered his voice and said:

"You don't know, that man is neurotic, and he's still chattering away. Every day, there's something wrong. The three he shared with him either broke his arm playing ball or broke his leg climbing a mountain. The worst one got into a car accident. , lay in the hospital for three or four months."

"They're out of luck, they can't be blamed for this kind of blame." Zhu Yuhan smiled.

"Did you see the cross on his chest? Of course, we don't have any objections to religious beliefs, but he had some kind of Thai corpse oil before. You know the corpse oil, which is to use a candle to burn the chin of a premature baby. The burnt oil is collected into a small bottle, it is said that this ghost baby is very resentful, and the burnt corpse oil also carries resentment, very spiritual, no, something happened to his dormitory."

As the boy said, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Then why doesn't he wear it?"

"It was confiscated by the counselor on the grounds of spreading superstition. He didn't know where he hid it, so he changed to wearing a cross. He was crazy. When he started school, he delivered food in the wind and rain to make money. At first everyone thought he was a work-study program. It's to buy that thing."

As the boy said, he glanced at his watch and was startled: "I won't tell you anymore. Brothers, hurry up and leave. Go back and squint for a while before replying in the afternoon."

"Wait a minute." Before they left, Zhu Yuhan called them again, "Name, what's that person's name."

"Urban Construction College, senior, Liang Fan."

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In the afternoon, the two went to Dong Lin's mentor to understand the situation, and then returned to the police station. They met the parents of the deceased Dong Lin who were taking notes there. He died in school, and he had a very disgraceful experience during his lifetime, and no one could bear it.

The two hugged each other and cried, begging the police to catch the murderer and sentence him to death, and they must not let him go.

The couple were very pitiful. They had a good son, but they kept crying and refused to cooperate with the police to make a statement. Zhu Yuhan's head was buzzing from the quarrel.

He simply got up and drove to Chu Rong's research institute, hoping to find a clean place there.

Unexpectedly, Chu Rong was even more noisy.

It turned out that Dong Lin's parents applied for a death certificate and asked the insurance company to settle the claim. The insurance company learned that Dong Lin liked to listen to some death heavy metal music that could cause depression or even self-abuse, so he insisted that Dong Lin wiped his neck by himself. It was suicide, and he accused Chu Rong of perjury for Dong Lin's parents.

I don't know which word stimulated Chu Rong, maybe it was Zhu Yuhan, no, it should be said that it was the first time everyone saw Chu Rong who was so emotionally out of control, and saw him grab the insurance company employee by the neck and hold him down. On the wall, the veins on the back of the hand popped out, showing the great effort.

"Say it again." His voice was low and cold.

The employee struggled to squeeze out a few breaths through his teeth: "I want to sue you...the police injured someone, attempted to kill someone, and wait to go to jail..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bystanders rushed over and two or three people tried their best to pull Chu Rong away.

The employee suddenly poured in the air, coughed loudly, raised his flushed face and cursed angrily: "Perjury, beat someone! You will get out of jail for me!"

After all, he was afraid that Chu Rong would rush over and beat him up again, and quickly ran away in desperation.

Zhu Yuhan beat up the reporter last year and was suspended for a month for inspection; this time Chu Rong also did it, but the nature was fundamentally different.

He just beat the reporter to vent his anger, but Chu Rong strangled him to death. If it wasn't for other people in the institute to stop him, the employee might have turned into a corpse by now.

"Chu Rong, calm down and control your emotions, okay?" Zhu Yuhan patted Chu Rong's back and said softly.

Chu Rong gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He staggered two steps and barely stabilized his figure, glanced at the direction the employee was leaving, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Zhu Yuhan looked at Chu Rong worriedly, but really didn't know what to say to comfort him.

I have been handling cases for many years and have come into contact with many murderers, but I have to say that those with the highest probability of committing crimes are not those with a bad temper, but those who commit shocking crimes are often those who are called "honest people".

Especially the kind that usually looks gentle, but ten cows can't hold back when they get angry.

This point is very consistent with Chu Rong.

Moreover, Chu Rong has been under high pressure for a long time now, because of work reasons, he is often misunderstood or even criticized by others.

Someone half-spoken before that there was a car accident. It was not life-threatening, but a leg was broken. At that time, a group of forensic doctors were invited to do an injury examination on the person involved. Dead people deal with the existence of a god of death, so they immediately pushed Chu Rong and threw stones at him to make him roll.

At that time, Chu Rong also endured it, but today he seemed to be unable to bear it, so he lost control of his emotions and moved his hand.

Zhu Yuhan searched all over his pockets to find a box of cigarettes that he hadn't finished smoking for a month. He jumped out of one and handed it to Chu Rong. He smiled and said, "Smoke a cigarette."

Chu Rong was silent for a while, and finally took the cigarette.

Seeing that he had stabilized, Zhu Yuhan quietly moved to Wang Fayi's side and asked him in a low voice:

"Why do the employees of the insurance company feel that Chu Rong has perjured himself?"

Forensic Doctor Wang frowned, picked up an evidence bag from the side table and handed it to him:

"because this."

Zhu Yuhan took the evidence bag, looked at it, and rubbed the dirt, but there was nothing special about it.

"This soil is a mixture of dry soil and wet soil. The wet soil is very sticky, and we detected strange ingredients in it."

"what."

"Phosphine."

Zhu Yuhan's hand holding the evidence bag trembled, and he couldn't help being stunned:

"You mean it's... graveyard?"

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