spirits in throat

"What are you going to pick up from the city bureau if you lost your dog? Go to the local police station."

"Hey, the comparison result is out, right? Email me immediately!"

"What, request to narrow the scope of the investigation?" The atmosphere of the first criminal investigation team was very tense, and the voices kept coming and going, "No, our team Zhou said that we have to expand the scope in due course.

A few young, aggressive and impatient people were blushing and scolding on the internal phone, "Yes, you are right, what our Team Zhou said is an imperial decree, if you are not satisfied, go and complain to the superiors, and see if it delays the handling of the case." Whose responsibility is it?"

"What cigarettes, who stole your cigarettes. Now I'm talking about work, don't talk about other things. First check the range of the murderer's mental map, and then slowly expand... How many times have I said it, no I stole it."

"Vice Bai, the latest test report you want is out, and the information is on your desk... Morning, Team Zhou."

"Zheng Ke," Zhou Ye walked to the middle of the office, grabbed Zheng Ke's collar, and stroked his bald head twice, "Prepare for the case analysis meeting and report the results of the investigation."

Zheng Ke's scalp was numb from being rubbed, and he shrank his neck and replied loudly: "Yes, Team Zhou."

Zhou Ye walked to Rong Zhao's desk and saw him looking down at the case files.

He was very quiet, as if he had separated himself from the noise around him, forming a small world isolated from the world.

As someone who joined halfway, Rong Zhao needed to re-treat the whole case to keep up with the progress of the big team.

On the surface, the case seemed to have stagnated. Even some citizens were scolding, saying that two of them were dead and one was missing.

In fact, it is not. The direction of the police investigation is not wrong. Just for various investigations of the identity of the suspect and the road where the incident occurred, the criminal police and the grassroots police have dispatched nearly 600 people.

The murderer has a very high IQ and has extraordinary anti-detection capabilities.No physical traces such as footprints, fingerprints, blood, semen, etc. belonging to the suspect were extracted from the scene of the victim's disappearance and the place where the body was dumped.

Such an unusually "clean" crime scene requires a lot of time and energy to find the suspect from clues and crowds.

Rong Zhao flipped through the pictures of the scene, and large and small corpses crashed into his eyes. Because of the decay, maggots could be seen crawling in and out of the fractured parts of the corpses.

A piece of torn scarlet cloth was half buried in the soil, stained with blood and mud.

Rong Zhao put down the file in his hand, turned around and ran to the trash can, bent over and retched a few times, but couldn't spit out anything, as if a big lump was stuck in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow.

Zhou Ye patted Rong Zhao's back, bent down to look at his face, frowned and asked, "Are you all right?"

It's true that Rong Zhao is a newcomer, but his psychological endurance is by no means so.

Only then did Zhou Ye realize that Rong Zhao's face was terribly pale, and his lips were bluish-purple, as if suddenly lacking in oxygen and suffocating.

Police officer Xiao Qian saw it, poured a glass of water and handed it to Rong Zhao: "It's okay, Rong Rong, I vomited much more than you when I first joined the criminal investigation team. They all teased me and said I was pregnant."

"Thank you," Rong Zhao took the water glass, "Just call me Rong Zhao."

Xiao Qian still had a few phone calls to make, and he answered casually while walking: "Okay, Rong Rong."

Rong Zhao turned his head and glanced at the instigator. Zhou Ye made a good start. From the first time he called Rong Rong in front of everyone, it was impossible to change his name.

"Look at what I'm doing," Zhou Ye said innocently, "I didn't make you pregnant."

Rong Zhao drank a good amount of water, and his face, which was good at first, turned black instantly after hearing Zhou Ye's words: "Say nonsense."

Zhou Ye had no choice but to change his words: "Then...well, I did it."

Before someone got violent, Zhou Ye quickly ran away: "Zheng Ke, are you ready?"

"All right!"

The sound of the "thrilling, stabbing" printer sounded and stopped. Zheng Ke picked up the typed document, picked up the laptop, followed Zhou Ye to the direction of the meeting room, and handed over the newly released materials, " Team Zhou, take a look first."

Zhou Ye took it and walked out of the office with long legs, followed by a row of criminal police.

Rong Zhao, as a newcomer and a newcomer, naturally walked at the end. Everyone else walked side by side, or exchanged information with each other, and he was the only one left alone.

It refreshed him.

Zhou Ye was talking to Bai Xudong when he turned around and saw Rong Zhao, who was so pitifully alone, so he called out, "Rong Rong, come here."

A group of people automatically made way for Rong Zhao. Rong Zhao walked forward under the joint gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, stopped in front of Zhou Ye, and lightly bit his back molars: "Please call me Rong Zhao." .”

Zhou Ye waved his hand indifferently: "Rong Rong, Rong Zhao, aren't they all the same. I think Rong Rong sounds better."

The others agreed one after another, and Rong Rongrong yelled several times in a row, causing Rong Zhao's ears to hurt from the noise.

Seeing that Rong Zhao was about to lower his face again, Zhou Ye's tone softened: "All right, all right, Rong Zhao will be Rong Zhao."

The bald-headed detective Zheng Ke couldn't help but recall the first time he was called a nickname. At first, everyone liked to call him Little Monk.

When I was out on missions, I was surrounded by aunts several times and asked, how can you monks still be policemen, do monks have to pay five social insurances and one housing fund, do you still eat meat, drink alcohol, and can you marry a wife.

Zheng Ke was annoyed by the questioning, so he immediately found Zhou Ye and wrote an application letter of more than 2000 words, asking Zhou Ye to help him speak up in front of everyone, don't call him a little monk anymore, in case he really can't marry a wife in the future what to do.

"Don't you like the pet name little monk?" At that time, Zhou Ye was smoking a cigarette, and slapped the application letter on the table. Is it advanced?"

From then on, Zheng Ke could no longer get rid of the fact that he was a monk.

He turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and thought to himself, the application letter is useless, as long as he looks down like Rong Rong.

"Zheng Ke, do you have an opinion on me?" Zhou Ye saw Zheng Ke pulling a face, "If you have an opinion, just say it."

Zheng Ke continued to pull his face, bit his back molars, and said like Rong Zhao: "Please don't call me a holy monk anymore, call me Zheng Ke."

Zhou Ye glanced at him inexplicably, stroked his little bald head, and strode forward: "Okay, eminent monk."

Zheng Ke: "...." Why is his script different from Rong Rong's? !

"Eminent monks are not as good as holy monks."

Zhou Ye: "Okay, Holy Monk."

Xiao Qian stepped forward, hugged Zheng Ke's shoulders and laughed happily: "I knew you liked the nickname of holy monk."

After being interrupted like this, Rong Zhao's mood improved a lot, until Zhou Ye called back to him again: "Follow up, Rong Rong."

He felt that Zhou Ye did it on purpose.

The meeting room is not far from the office. There are pictures of the three victimized girls on the whiteboard, and their names, physical characteristics, time and place of disappearance, time of death and place of dumping are written next to them.

There are several lines connecting several points, which are the traces left by the criminal police who have been analyzing the connection day and night, looking for the breakthrough of the case.

Rainy night, woman in red, the two largest phrases lie in the middle, and each word has been circled countless times by various colored pens.

Miqiong, the No.1 victim, 22 years old, was a salesman in a foreign trade company. On the evening of June 20rd, he went missing on the way home after dinner with the client. His body was found in a discarded battery on the outskirts of the city on June [-]th. plant was found.

Zhao Tian, ​​the No.2 victim, 17 years old, a sophomore in high school, disappeared on the evening of June 23th after going home from school and parting ways with her classmates.The body parts were found at the dump on June 17, which happened to be her [-]th birthday.

He Yanyan, the No.3 victim, 23 years old, disappeared on the night of the No.20 university graduation ceremony in June, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

The three victims did not know each other, there was no intersection, and there was no overlap in physical characteristics, temperament and life experience.

None of the family members received a phone call from the suspect, and kidnapping, extortion and tearing up tickets were ruled out.

An acquaintance has been ruled out of the crime through investigation.

The forensic doctor confirmed that the murderer used ordinary fruit knives and bone chopping knives to kill and dismember the body. It can only be inferred that the murderer's height is about 1.77m based on the cut surface and angle of the knife edge.

The murderer lived in poor conditions, knew photography, and had a darkroom for developing photos.There is a car, used to dump the body.

The criminal mind portrait showed that the murderer was a man with a lot of self-esteem.He suffered misfortune in his childhood, and this misfortune came from his mother.

This is not his first crime, there have been minor or serious crimes that have not yet been discovered.

Zhou Ye leaned against the table, raised his chin, and signaled that Zheng Ke could start reporting the latest progress.

Zheng Ke turned on the laptop, and a crumpled bed sheet appeared on the projector.

The mottled bloodstains dyed the originally vibrant green into a dull dark green, like a huge curtain covering the night sky, which made people feel breathless.

"The bed sheets used to wrap the body parts in the garbage dump were locked in a shop called Xinxin Home Textiles in the textile market."

The reason why I was able to find this clue was that the owner of the store had studied fashion design before going to sea and had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. She saw that the sidelines of some of the sheets in this batch were crooked, so she manually changed them.

Because she was too satisfied with her own work, she put her name on the label, and injected the so-called aesthetic soul into this ordinary bed sheet on her own initiative.

The murderer would never have imagined that a bed sheet with a rotten high street style that could not be more ordinary would be hidden with a secret and become a lifeline around his neck.

"The cameras in the textile market captured the customers who bought these sheets," Zheng Ke played several intercepted videos, looked up at the screen and said, "Finally, we locked on these ten people."

The light textile market is a middle-to-low-end consumer place, the indoor lighting is not good, and some electric lights are broken, so the faces of these people are not clear.

Zhou Ye asked Zheng Ke to replay these surveillance videos at 0.5 times the speed.

Only the projector part of the conference room was bright, and Rong Zhao sat in a small dark corner, looking at the projection screen seriously, his eyes darkened, thoughtful.

These ten people looked no different from ordinary passers-by. There were housewives with children, college students with companions, and middle-aged men in their 40s and [-]s.

In reality, many vicious serial murderers are very good at hiding themselves, wearing a disguise of ordinary people, rarely conflicting with others, unwilling to leave a special impression on the people around them, and wishing to be invisible.

Zhou Ye turned around and turned on the lights in the meeting room: "Dongzi."

"Only one of these people pays in cash, and the other nine use Alipay and WeChat." Bai Xudong stuffed a few Wangzai steamed buns into his mouth and stared at the picture on the projection excitedly, "Thanks to the Internet The era of mobile payment."

"As long as the boss's collection record is retrieved, the information of these nine people can be obtained," Xiao Qian became more and more excited as he said, "Catch them and review them first."

"No." Zhou Ye clicked on the projection screen, and the red light spot of the marker fell on the man who was taking money out of his wallet to pay. "Focus on this person."

A series of cases have shown that the murderer has an extraordinary awareness of anti-investigation. He will not know or think that the Internet has memory, and cash payment is the safest.

Rong Zhao nodded slightly, agreeing with Zhou Ye's opinion.

Zhou Ye looked around at the people present, and his eyes fell on Rong Zhao who was looking at the projection screen seriously.

"Rong Rong, contact the colleagues in the technical department to find out where this person went and what he did after he left the textile market. Follow the monitoring all the way to find his whereabouts," Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao and continued, "Choose a few clear surveillance images, intercept the suspect's facial image, and send me the result as soon as you have it."

Rong Zhao, a man who is proficient in the art of surveillance and cannot be captured by any camera, naturally left this matter to him.

Rong Zhao responded, "Yes."

Zhou Ye noticed the flash of light in Rong Zhao's eyes.

This kind of look Zhou Ye can often see on criminal suspects, it is the excitement of the most ferocious hunter who is dormant when he sees his prey.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "Come to my office after the meeting."

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