Criminal Investigation Files

At [-] o'clock in the morning, Nansha Island, the sky gradually cleared up, the night was replaced by day, there was still a little light rain in the sky, and the wind was much lighter.

You can still see the traces of the storm that swept through everywhere, and there are some messy and broken branches, leaves, plastic bags, and various unknown sundries.

After the fire yesterday burned for three hours, most of the combustibles in the cake house were burnt out, and then the fire was completely extinguished, leaving a black patch of burnt scorched earth, and white smoke was still rising in some places.

The raging wind and rain undoubtedly made things worse. Many things at the scene were already wet by the rain, and many traces were also destroyed.

The police force on the small island here is insufficient, and often a few policemen are responsible for managing more than a dozen small islands, which are called island patrols.They can only travel between the islands by boats. The island police often need to sit in small boats tossing in the wind and waves, and sometimes they have to squat in the stormy waves.

Due to the distance and inconvenient transportation, they often wait for the police to arrive. The crime has already ended. When the wind stops, and it is too late to arrive at the scene, the traces will disappear, and no useful information can be extracted, making it more difficult to solve the case.

And the small island is a difficult point of supervision. People often use the island to carry out some illegal activities. There have been some cases of using the small island to smuggle animals and drugs before. The laughing gas sold in the cake house also took advantage of the loophole.

The previous explosion was sudden and weird. After discussing it, they decided to come over to check the scene of the explosion.

Lu Siyu and Song Wen went straight here as soon as they woke up. In order to survey the scene, Lu Siyu even took his newly bought expensive camera.

The two of them were still in this fire scene this morning. The flames were burning here before, but now it is desolate and silent.

The light rain was still falling, and the two of them were wearing raincoats. When they stepped on the scorched earth through their shoes, they could still feel some scorching heat. As their feet moved forward, there would be a creaking sound.

Until now, the mobile phone signal has not been restored.

With the dawn, countless seabirds woke up and made various calls.

Lu Siyu held the camera with the telephoto lens removed, and from time to time he saw something and took a picture of it. When he pressed the shutter with his finger, the camera made a crisp clicking sound.

He didn't think this cake house was big before, but now it looks like it's not small. The area of ​​hundreds of square meters has been turned into ruins, leaving traces of overheating. Only the two of them are here to investigate.

Song Wen broke the silence while looking for clues: "I used to like to watch some movies about small islands, from "Small Island" to "Shock Island". When I came to the hotel yesterday, I still wanted to That said, this homestay looks very warm, and the travelers are quite reliable except for the couple. I didn't expect such a thing to happen to me this night."

Lu Siyu put down the camera, Junxiu's face was expressionless: "I also like to read stories about Xiaodao." Then he recalled, "At that time, the ones that impressed me the most were "Survival", "Battle Royale" And "Jin Funan's Murder Incident"..."

Song Wen almost spat out a mouthful of blood and said: "Okay, you are cruel enough, I want to live a few more years..."

All jokes aside, the environment of the small island is relatively airtight, with few people, and there are no cities or convenient transportation on land here.

In the event of an accident such as a fire, rescue and medical treatment are too late.Even communication is easily limited, so many young people choose to leave here and embrace the big cities. This is one of the reasons why there are fewer and fewer islanders.

It is precisely because of this that the island is far away from the city and pollution, and can retain the most primitive style.

The two first went to the core point of the explosion and combustion, which is the storage room behind the cake house.

The fire has completely consumed the place, and the small storage room has almost completely collapsed, except for some metal supports that remain upright.

Lu Siyu looked at the corner, there were some unburned places and some fragments of packaging boxes: "This should be storage materials, and also a place to store a lot of laughing gas."

Song Wen moved a fallen wooden beam, and there was a burning smell from the ashes raised by the charred wooden beam. Song Wen was choked and coughed twice: "Here, there is a corpse!" Then he squatted down again After careful observation, "The corpse doesn't look too big..."

Lu Siyu went over to check. This was the first corpse they found. Because of the explosion and fire, the corpse was black charcoal in color and was not completely complete, but some features could still be identified from the appearance of the corpse.

"Because of long-term high-temperature carbonization, the body length has shortened. The deceased was a woman, and it should be Yan Min..." Lu Siyu looked at the corpse carefully, took a few photos, and then stretched out his gloved hand to check briefly. Touching the mouth and nose of the corpse, the corpse had been burnt to the point of scorched black, and it was very hard to the touch, making it very difficult to move and examine it.

The mouth of the deceased was burnt to the point of deformity, and it is difficult to see the condition of the throat without an autopsy. He concluded: "The initial judgment should be that the death was caused by an explosion, and then the body was burned. The specific autopsy is required..."

After Lu Siyu finished speaking, he looked at the hands of the deceased. They were in the shape of fists. This was because when the whole body was carbonized, the muscles contracted at high temperature and flexed. It looked like a boxer's defensive posture in a match. One of the characteristics of high temperature burning, but it can't help to judge whether it was burned before death or after death.

Song Wen had seen people burnt to death before, but none of them burned so badly. It was hard to imagine that the proprietress from yesterday was shrunk into such a small ball now.

Then Song Wen began to look around again. This storage room is located behind the entire cake house. It is an independent building, at least five meters away from the living area.

He was a little puzzled and said: "Yesterday, there was a typhoon, and the electricity here was cut off very early. She is not sleeping in the house at night, what is she doing here?"

Lu Siyu looked around and said, "Maybe I came to check whether there is water in the storage room..." Then he added an explanation, "Many ingredients for making bread are afraid of water. There may be other possibilities, such as her It was drawn here by some voice or person."

Some bags containing coffee powder, powdered sugar, flour and other materials can be vaguely recognized in the ruins, as well as packaging for laughing gas and balloons.However, all the contents inside have been destroyed by fire and explosion.

Song Wen looked down at the corpse and said, "Her corpse is in this position. I suspect that the fire was not accidentally lit, but because of something she did that caused the explosion..."

If the fire was caused by a short circuit, the victims should all be sleeping in their beds. The explosion happened suddenly and was so violent that even if they ran from the house to check it, it would be too late.

Lu Siyu hummed, he took a few photos, looked around again, and finally his eyes fell on a few pieces of plastic among the ruins.

The scene was very messy, but these plastic blocks still caught his attention.

The plastic has been burned to the point of deformation, almost melted, and turned into a weird round cake. He was not sure what this thing was before it was burned by the high temperature. If it was a plastic basin, it would not feel so small.

Song Wen leaned over and took a look: "This color seems to remind me of something..."

Lu Siyu asked, "What is it?"

Song Wen thought about how to express it: "It's like the small bucket that children use when they play with sand." Then he observed it again, "It may also be the abrasive tools needed for making cakes."

Hearing his words, Lu Siyu's heart moved. He picked up a larger piece of plastic, brushed off the black charcoal on the surface with his hand, touched what was left from burning inside, took it to his nose and smelled it, gently frowned.

Seeing his expression change, Song Wen lowered his head and asked him, "What is it?"

Lu Siyu didn't answer, and probed down with his fingers again. Under the pitch black color, some white powder appeared on the edge of the bottom of the barrel.

Song Wen also frowned: "Could it be?"

Does this cake shop sell other contraband besides laughing gas?

Lu Siyu dipped some more with his fingers this time, and smelled it: "He shook his head, it's not the thing you thought, it might be flour."

Song Wen also touched some with his hands and touched it. The texture was indeed flour. He wondered: "Then why isn't this flour stored in a flour bag, but in these small buckets? Is it used for making cakes?" ?”

Lu Siyu also couldn't figure it out, and said, "Maybe it has some special purpose?"

The storage room is located at the back of the entire cake shop. After checking this place, the two people came to the front again. The front was obviously a residential area, and the burned area was not as large as it seemed last night.The top surface was not completely destroyed, so in order to protect the scene, Lu Siyu took out the shoe cover and handed it to Song Wen.

Lu Siyu and Song Wen entered the adjacent room. There was a double bed in it, and there was a small bathroom on the side of the room. At this moment, there was a dead body lying on the ground. This place was obviously not as badly burned as the storage room. Although the deceased was completely unrecognizable, from the remaining hair and clothing fragments on his body, it can be seen that the deceased should be the baker Yang Ling they had met before.

After the explosion, the fire quickly spread here. His body was lying on the ground without shoes, with only a few traces of struggle.

Lu Siyu took several photos back and forth, and then squatted down to look at the corpse: "The hair of the deceased was curly because of the fire."

Then he looked at the dead man's eyes, "There are goose claw marks on the outer corners of the eyes caused by tightly closing the eyes, and there is no smoke in the cornea. It should be that he encountered a fire before he was alive. He was in the fire area. The fire and poisonous gas soon caused him dead."

Song Wen went into the room and looked through it carefully, and concluded: "There are two pillows on the bed. This one is the master bedroom. There are women's clothes in the closet. The staff dormitory next door has almost been evacuated. The original boss probably died. From then on, Yang Ling and Yan Min lived together."

There are still some things in the room that have not been burned, and he pointed to the opened silver bullets on the ground and said: "It seems that they also inhale laughing gas..."

Lu Siyu hummed and took pictures of those traces.

Seeing this, Song Wen concluded: "It's not like a short circuit, nor is it like an ordinary accident. I'm getting more and more curious now, how did this explosion happen? It can't be that woman's midnight Sleeping in a daze, unconscious, get up and light up the house at home, right?"

Lu Siyu took pictures with the camera while walking. They passed by a small storage room like a cupboard. Song Wen opened the door and looked. There were some mops, brooms, tool boxes and the like.

Song Wen was about to close the door when Lu Siyu called out, "Wait a minute."

Then Lu Siyu took a few photos of a saw inside.

Song Wen was a little puzzled: "What is this thing?"

Lu Siyu raised his head and said, "Do you still remember the bone we picked up at the beach?"

Song Wen nodded.

Lu Siyu explained: "When I was in school, I did a project experiment. The teacher took us to saw the bones of the corpse with various saws, and concluded what kind of marks would be left. The sawn wound on the seaside bone should be It is this kind of saw that remains..."

In other words, if the girl's disappearance has something to do with this cake shop, the saw in front of her is likely to be the weapon used to dismember her body.

Song Wendao: "Then let me make a note. When the police here come, let them test whether there are bloodstains and fingerprints on it."

The saw has obviously been cleaned repeatedly, but it is difficult to completely remove the marks on this kind of saw. As long as it is inspected, it can be confirmed whether this cake shop has anything to do with the girl who disappeared before.

Next to the toolbox, and going outside, there is a small room. At this time, the door is ajar, and some pink decorations can be seen in the unburned area. It seems that this is a children's room where girls sleep. It is relatively close to the back kitchen and front hall.Because of this, the little girl survived.

On the bed at this time, the sheets and bedding were messy, with some burnt marks, some black debris and some ashes fell on it, but Lu Siyu let out a light sigh, picked up the camera and took a few photos.

Song Wen asked: "Is there a problem?"

Lu Siyu nodded: "This bed is a bit tidy, it doesn't look like someone got up in a hurry in the middle of the night after sleeping in it."

Song Wen also understood that when he was awakened in a deep sleep, his first reaction was to lift the quilt and get out of bed. At this time, although the quilt was a bit messy, the corners of the quilt were flat on the bed. Be careful.

Song Wendao: "It's also possible that she took a long time to react, so she just covered her with the quilt."

Lu Siyu finished taking the photo, looked at the ground, and asked Song Wen: "When you rescued her yesterday, was she wearing shoes?"

Song Wen recalled the details and said: "It is worn."

Lu Siyu said: "It seems that there is enough time, and misjudgment cannot be ruled out. After all, these traces can only serve as some auxiliary reasoning."

If there is enough time to wear shoes, the traces of the quilt will not have enough reference value.

The roof here is still relatively complete, and the wet places in the house are limited, and there are no footprints or effective traces on the ground.

Lu Siyu went to the desk in the room again. There were some elementary school textbooks and extracurricular books on the desk, which were already in a mess due to the explosion and typhoon.

Song Wen also walked over and flipped through it a few times, and two paintings fell out of it.Because of yesterday's fire, the surroundings of these two paintings have been scorched to a certain extent.

These two paintings seem to be connected with the painting in the outer hall, but the content of the painting is not so beautiful.

In the first picture, there are many people, each with their eyes closed, their mouths resting on the balloon, and there is a man laughing beside him.

The next painting has been burnt to the point where only one corner is left. The painting is covered with red paint, which looks like blood and fire. Next to it is a person dressed in death clothes, holding a long sickle in his hand.

"These paintings..." Song Wen always felt that paintings can reflect the painter's own state of mind. He pointed, and Lu Siyu took these two pictures as well.

The two walked out of the children's room. Not far away was the back kitchen. Song Wen pointed to one of the tables and said, "I found that girl here last night."

Going a little further, it is the place where Song Wen broke in yesterday.

Apart from a few rooms at the back, the front was relatively lightly burned.

The main body of the cake house remained relatively intact, the colored lights fell to the ground, and several sofas were burned so that the original colors could not be distinguished.

After checking the whole scene, Lu Siyu walked back along the corridor.

Most of this corridor collapsed, and the main beam that fell to the ground yesterday was burned to charcoal black, and the ground was very messy.

Lu Siyu walked all the way back to the storage room, which should be the core crime scene.

He looked around and made himself quiet.

The sound of the rain has become inaudible, and the sound of the waves is gradually clear.

The morning sun shone down, reflecting on his handsome face, and the raindrops fell on his hand holding the camera, making him feel a little cool.

They were in such a scene of fire yesterday, and now they still have lingering fears in retrospect.

The fire devoured two fresh lives. Although those two people were not kind, such deaths are still embarrassing.

All around him were ruins, which were burned to the point where only black charcoal was left, and he could smell the burnt smell in his nose. Lu Siyu's eyes swept across the ruins, not missing any clues.

If all this is man-made, then who caused it?Is the murderer dead or alive?What kind of state of mind did that person allow such a tragedy to happen?

Song Wen found some traces in front, came over to call Lu Siyu, looked up and saw him standing alone in the ruins and light rain wearing a raincoat.

Lu Siyu was tall and tall, wearing a green raincoat, raised his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking.He looked thin and lonely, like an elf transformed from the mountains.Those burnt black flakes and dust scattered around him, like black butterflies from hell.

Song Wen shouted: "Si Yu. Come here and have a look!"

Lu Siyu quickly walked through the ruins and walked to Song Wen's side. Passing by a mess, Song Wen stretched out his hand and gave him a hand.

The two of them went to the place where there was less fire ahead. Lu Siyu followed Song Wen's gaze and looked at the traces left on the ground in front of him. They were some white shallow marks, and it was difficult to find without looking carefully.

After a moment of silence, Lu Siyu said, "I think it should be certain now that this is a well-planned murder..."