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"It's him." Yang Dahai pointed to a hunched man in the surveillance camera, and after Song Hailin saw it clearly, he dragged the timeline to fast forward for a while, and was facing the scene where he looked up at the elevator floor.

The man was dressed in the clothes of an ordinary cleaner, with a bloated figure, bulging under the clothes, and a hunchback, deliberately covering up his original physical features, pushing a large trash can, with his hat and mask tightly covered, even There is a picture facing the camera, and the face is not recognizable.

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor, and the cleaner walked out pushing the trash can.

Song Hailin seemed a little absent-minded.Yang Dahai claimed that there was a major discovery in the monitoring, so he called him to the monitoring room early in the morning, but the major discovery inside did not even reveal an inch of skin, and he didn't know whether this person was black or white.

And he has always been thinking about the indentation on the carpet. Before coming to the monitoring room, he went to the crime scene. What he saw was nothing but his hallucination.

It is impossible to hallucinate hallucinations, he knows it in his heart.

But the indentation disappeared for no reason, and this is certainly not an illusion.The crime scene is highly protected by the police, no one can come in and destroy the scene, so how did the indentation disappear?

Just when he was in a daze, Xue Zhimu rushed back from the outside, came in without even breathing, and said: "I found the clothes and the trash can, and I'm just hanging around in the row of trash cans in the community. I asked the property management, there is no such a cleaner in the community, and the clothes are not the uniform here."

"Fuck, it must be him." Yang Dahai poked the computer screen with his finger.

Song Hailin frowned, but he couldn't figure out why Qin Mingxuan would open the door for a cleaner dressed strangely in the middle of the night.

"Did you find any clues in the trash can?" Song Hailin asked.

"Chengzi is turning over there." Xue Zhimu chuckled, apparently unkindly pushing all the stinky job of turning through the trash can to Liu Cheng.

"Go and have a look." Song Hailin gestured for Xue Zhimu to follow.

Xue Zhimu answered with drooping head, reluctantly followed behind and dragged his feet.

"Dahai, continue to check the surveillance cameras around the community to see where the cleaner disappeared in the end." Song Hailin just stepped out, then retreated, "Also, send me a copy of the surveillance files in the elevator. Son."

"Er, what time is it?"

Song Hailin carefully thought about the time Su Shen woke him up that night, and said, "After ten o'clock, until early morning... five o'clock, four o'clock, four o'clock."

Liu Cheng was guarding a pile of trash and a trash can, carefully poking the inside of the emptied trash can, smelly.

There is nothing of value in the garbage in that place. After all, it has been several times in the past few days to throw new garbage and clean up old garbage. Even if there was anything left, it should be gone now.

After Song Hailin came over, Liu Cheng straightened up from the trash can and called, "Second Head."

"What did you find?" Song Hailin went over to look.

This trash can looks similar to the other trash cans in the community, and there is no difference. The only difference is that the words of Mingde Property are missing from the pattern on it.It is not the original thing of this district.

Liu Cheng pointed to the inner wall for the two of them, and said, "Look at the stains here, they are all new. This trash can has never held any garbage before, and it is new."

"New one?" Xue Zhimu also leaned over to take a look, "It's true, the murderer's incompleteness is a cleanliness obsession, and he needs to use new ones to get a prop."

Song Hailin glared at her.

She was still wondering why the second head was staring at me, but Liu Cheng spoke first, "Xue Er, you have handled so many cases with the second head, let the dog eat it."

"I'll eat it for you." Xue Zhimu stepped on him.

"I'm not as knowledgeable as a little girl like you." Liu Cheng took a step back, "Idiots would think that this trash can is a prop, and the people spent a lot of time getting such a prop, wouldn't they be full of food? It's not easy to buy in the future It’s not easy to lose it afterwards.”

Song Hailin stopped the little girl Xue Zhimu, afraid that she would have to be as knowledgeable as Liu Cheng.

"I'm afraid that although the murderer isn't considered a clean freak, he definitely loves cleanliness." Song Hailin said.

Xue Zhimu was deceived by what he said, and he blinked and blamed Chunliang for being innocent.

"The second head means that there may be two murderers." Liu Cheng explained to her kindly.

Xue Zhimu had an epiphany and took a deep breath, "Isn't it? You mean there is someone hiding in the trash can? Why is he hiding in the trash can?"

"If there is no trash can, the murderer can go through the stairs. There is only one camera in the stairwell from the first floor to the [-]th floor. As long as you walk from a dead corner, you can easily avoid it. There is no need to risk exposing yourself to the elevator camera. , and" Song Hailin explained to Xue Zhimu, "If you buy such a large trash can now, no matter how careful you are, there is still an extra possibility of being traced by the police. If it is not necessary, the murderer will not do anything extra. Therefore, the trash can There must be something in there that has to be brought.”

"I know, such a large space is not a tool for committing crimes, it can only be a person." Joker Xue said.

Song Hailin nodded, and said, "But why did you hide that person instead of the two of them coming up together?"

"The person who is hiding has obvious characteristics." Xue Zhimu said, "It may be very tall, very strong or very short. As long as it is exposed to the camera, the police can easily target people, so they have to hide."

Song Hailin shook his head, "No, there's no need for them to be captured by the camera. As I said just now, if you walk through the stairwell, you won't be captured at all."

So, why did these two people take such a big risk and do so many unnecessary things, and they must take the elevator?

"Or," Liu Cheng said suddenly, "the other person has to be pushed."

Song Hailin and Xue Zhimu turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

Minds vary.

What Xue Zhimu thought was, Chengzi, you are so fucking smart.

Song Hailin was flustered by the alarm bell Dasheng.

"It depends on the role of the man in the trash can in this case," Liu Cheng continued, "He may have been coerced by the man pretending to be a cleaner, and he could not walk by himself, or he may have been forced to The key person for Qin Mingxuan to open the door in the middle of the night."

That must be someone Qin Mingxuan knew well.

"But I'm not very good at reasoning, that's what it means," Liu Cheng looked at Song Hailin, "Boss, do you have an idea, tell me, you haven't talked about your idea since just now. Stop holding back."

"There is another possibility." Xue Zhimu raised his hand suddenly, before Song Hailin could speak, like a student rushing to answer questions in school, "It's not necessarily because he couldn't walk by himself because he was coerced, but it might be literally. , really can't walk—" She thought for a while, and organized her words, "It may be due to illness or amputation, it's all possible."

Song Hailin has been silent since Liu Cheng put forward this idea just now, because of his fixed thinking, he has been going around the idea proposed by Xue Zhimu almost preconceived, until now when he heard Xue Zhimu speak out his idea, his heart beat There was a sudden agitation, a little flustered.

He really didn't want the clues to go in this direction.

At this time, Liu Cheng suddenly laughed, bumped Xue Zhimu with his shoulder, and said: "Xue Er, you should replace your brain with a new one, your memory is so bad, didn't you just say it, take one more person with you It’s time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it’s risky, if that person gets sick or... oh, amputated, wouldn’t it be a burden to carry him, it’s better for the cleaner to go up the stairs and solve it by himself.”

Xue Zhimu faltered, and leaned his neck back to contradict, "Then what you said is even more nonsense, the person who didn't want to hide his limbs was amputated, but it happened to be the key to let Qin Mingxuan open the door, what I said didn't make sense Yes. And maybe the guy in there is an expert lockpicker."

Song Hailin was disturbed by the two of them, and interrupted impatiently, and sent the two of them to check whether Qin Mingxuan's acquaintances fit the keyword "I can't walk", and the other followed the source of the trash can Find clues.

It seems that Su Shen and Qin Mingxuan have nothing to do with each other, but after a little suspicion surfaced, Song Hailin couldn't calm down. It seemed that any clue could lead to the past, but if it had to be confirmed, there was no certainty. evidence.

There seems to be some clues to say that Su Shen has something to do with this matter, but it is not impossible to say that it is not related, it is ambiguous, and it disturbs people.

Song Hailin can't think about anything now, he is eager to give Su Shen a perfect explanation for his abnormality in his heart, he is almost a little eager to drive to his community, now the most proving problem is the monitoring, he wants to check their community Monitoring, as long as it is confirmed that Su Shen stayed at home well that night and did not go out.

Residential properties are used to stealing, cheating, cheating and dereliction of duty. The owners hand over a lot of money to them. I have never seen that the best use of the money can really allow the property to manage its affairs well.

When Song Hailin returned to his community, it was only eleven o'clock, and he took out the police card to show to the property owner. As a result, there was only one old man who was buried in his box lunch. Showing respect to the police, with rice stuffed in his mouth, he mumbled, "Get off work early, come back in the afternoon."

Song Hailin was impatient at first, so he patted the table, taking out half of the rice in the lunch box.

The old man shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Then it's useless for you to lose your temper with me here. I don't have the key to the monitoring room. I have to wait until I go to work in the afternoon to open the door."

He glanced at Song Hailin's face, picked his teeth and said, "Besides, I've said it on TV, don't you police have to work with two people to handle cases, you can't do it alone, I have to question you, the policeman." Is it true?"

Song Hailin was furious.Press down hard.

I didn't expect this old man to understand.

"What time do you go to work in the afternoon?" Song Hailin almost squeezed these words out between his teeth.

"03:30," said the old man.

The work of the property is easy.

Song Hailin shook hands and went home.

There was no one at home at the moment, and Su Shen usually ate in the school cafeteria to save trouble when he had classes in the morning, and sometimes he got busy, so he had to stay in the teaching and research room to sort out materials in the afternoon.

Song Hailin frowned and squatted on the edge of his own carpet to look at the indentation. After looking at it for a long time, he got up and walked around, only to realize that he hadn't noticed before. There are almost a few carpets like this in the house. The traces are not very unusual.

There are quite a lot of carpets in the house. Except for the two rugs at the bathroom door and the porch, which are practical, the rest are almost all for decoration.The decoration is pretty, and it seems to be very tasteful, but when he looked at the traces on it, he vaguely remembered that Su Shen almost always avoided these blankets at home, but it was occasionally inconvenient or really avoided. However, he was tripped by this thing and slid across it with difficulty.

Just because of the number of small rugs, this can be said to be very frequent occasionally, but you can roughly understand the number of traces on it.

Su Shen never mentioned these inconveniences.Perhaps unwilling to break his habit.

In addition, Su Shen never raised any opinions on the layout of the house. From this point of view, every corner of the house is still the small ornaments that he liked before. Su Shen's things, except for some daily necessities, are nothing else. Something to prove that he really lived here.

If one day, these daily necessities are packed away, there will not even be traces of his life here.

It's like the small room on the first floor that Su Shen rented.

Perhaps, to Su Shen, his place is no different from that small room?

Did he never call this place his home?

Song Hailin had such a thought, which scared him into a cold sweat.

Thinking of this, squatting on the ground, I forgot the time, and my legs felt a little numb.

At this time, there was a sudden ringing of the phone, which made him frantically turn over the phone, but saw that the screen was dark. Only then did he realize that it was not the phone ringing but the landline at home.

His legs were a little numb, he walked over to answer the phone, and simply sat on the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Su?" There was a man's voice on the phone.

Song Hailin was puzzled and asked, "Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm Mr. Su's psychiatrist, and my surname is Xu."

"Doctor Xu, Su Shen is not at home right now, if you have anything to say to me."

Song Hailin knew this Dr. Xu, and he even sent Su Shen to his clinic.This call saved him from the feeling of disappointment just now. Since Su Shen is willing to leave the landline number of his home to the psychiatrist, does it mean that he really regards this place as his home?At least they are prepared to live here for a long time.

"That's right. Mr. Su originally had an appointment for tomorrow, but I have something to do here and I need to make another appointment. Please tell Mr. Su." Doctor Xu said apologetically.

"Okay, I'll talk to him later." Song Hailin thought for a while, then asked, "Isn't Su Shen feeling better these days? Why is he making appointments for treatment again?"

Doctor Xu seemed to hesitate for a while, and asked after a while: "Excuse me, who are you, Mr. Su?"

"He loves people." Song Hailin said.

"Mr. Song?" Doctor Xu said.

The psychiatrist knew him, which surprised Song Hailin.

"Correct."

Doctor Xu then said: "Mr. Su was getting better at first, but it suddenly became serious some time ago. I tell you about this situation because I hope you can help Mr. Su adjust it in daily life. Otherwise, relying on a few The effect of psychotherapy will not be too obvious. Moreover, the aggravation of Mr. Su's symptoms seems to be related to you."

"Mr. Su has mild bipolar disorder, accompanied by insomnia symptoms. It seems that there is a shadow of depression in his heart. We just talked on the phone a few nights ago. It is said that he took sleeping pills that night but it didn't work. We almost talked on the phone. After a whole night, I realized that his symptoms had worsened and suggested that he come to the clinic to see me."

Taking sleeping pills didn't help either... When did it happen?He has been controlling the dosage of Su Shen's medicine, and he didn't remember it. Could it be that he secretly took it by himself?

No wonder there were two missing.

Something flashed through Song Hailin's mind, and he suddenly asked, "Doctor Xu, what time was that day? When did you chat all night?"

Dr. Xu didn't know why he asked such a question, but he still thought about it and replied, "A few days ago, it should be Wednesday night."

"Are you sure it's Wednesday?" Song Hailin was overjoyed.

"Sure," Dr. Xu flipped through the medical records at hand.

On Wednesday...it was the night Qin Mingxuan was murdered.Su Shen was slightly manic, so his behavior was illogical. He woke him up and drank milk. He took the sleeping pills by himself. Most importantly, he had a phone call with a psychiatrist all night. Therefore, Qin Mingxuan's It had nothing to do with him at all.

After figuring out these things, Song Hailin was refreshed, and he didn't go to the property management to adjust the monitoring in the afternoon. He simply stayed at home and removed all the decorative blankets, big and small, so as not to block Su Shen's way. After finishing, I mopped the ground carefully before leaving the house and rushing to the police station.

When his thoughts were no longer imprisoned by himself, the case became clearer in his mind. Now the clues are not messy, it just depends on whether the murderer's anti-detection ability is really that strong. For a small loophole, he will definitely be able to dig a big and clear hole along the way.

He has been obsessed with the case, if the phone rang again, he almost forgot that he had received an inexplicable call in the morning.

The voice of the person on the phone in the morning was unique and highly recognizable, and his name was called out as soon as he opened his mouth. The joking tone made him feel indescribably familiar.

"I know who the murderer is." That's what the man said on the phone in the morning, and hung up neatly after finishing speaking.

This made Song Hailin confused, thinking it was a prank.

But now the phone rang again, with the very recognizable female voice inside, his right eyelid twitched for no reason.

"Hello, Song, officer."

"Who are you?" Song Hailin asked calmly.

"There is not only one murderer." The voice over there said, the voice was a smokey voice that was popular for a while, but it was different, it didn't seem natural, but it seemed to be really smoked out.

Song Hailin was taken aback. They had just discussed this conclusion in a small area this morning, so they probably wouldn't let outsiders know about it.

His tone was not very good, and he still asked, "Who are you?"

The man also answered irrelevantly, "And the two murderers are closely related to you. People around you."

"who are you."

The two of them had no conversation atmosphere at all, talking to themselves, as if they were not on the same channel.

"I want to know..." The man finally answered Song Hailin, "Then come see me, and I will tell you who the murderer is, and who I am."

After the man finished speaking, he hung up the phone quickly.

Almost immediately, a text message came to the phone, which was a time plus an address.

The call was an Internet call. He checked it with the internal system, and the person didn't seem to want to hide anything, and he belonged to a local winery in Zhucheng.

He looked familiar, picked up the text message on his phone and saw that the address sent by that person was exactly where the network IP belonged.

That person didn't want to hide anything.

aboveboard.

Ugly doesn't talk much, she concentrates on eating when eating, and her orderly eating looks elegant and fast, Liu Chengxi watched her put down her chopsticks one after another.

Picky eaters.

Avoid carrots when eating shredded potatoes, avoid coriander with fish-flavored eggplant, and avoid prawns when braised in oil.

But the shrimp in the seafood porridge is quite delicious.