What's in the depths II

The photo frame was turned upside down on the table, and a torn photo was thrown beside it. Judging from the clothes and figure, the photo showed a man and a woman. It is Tan Xiaohui, a girl from the same village and Zhao Yu's childhood sweetheart.

The strange thing is that the upper body of the girl in the photo has been torn off, and the glass outside the photo frame has been shattered into a spider web. Judging from the dust falling, it should not have been broken for a long time, and the cracks are still relatively new.

The two searched the room but couldn't find the missing half of the photo.

"There is no trace of the house being turned over, and the property is not lost. The murderer's purpose is not to make money." An Yan touched the photo frame, "Bring the carbon mold paper."

Yunqian responded, and nimbly pulled out the mold paper from the survey box and handed it over.

"Go and collect the footprints at the scene."

An Yan's voice was very low and sounded emotionless, which made Yunqian somewhat frustrated.

But think about it, what kind of emotions do you need to handle a case.

Yunqian squatted on the ground and began to collect footprints from the door. There were too many footprints in this room, and many villagers had already destroyed the scene before the police arrived. This made the site investigation more difficult.

"Eh? There's a long hair here." Yun Qian said, picking up the long light brown hair on the ground.

"It seems... very similar to the color, length and shape of the long hair found at Liao Man's house." He moved closer to observe it carefully.

"Collect them and take them back to the police station." An Yan walked out of the room and looked around the yard.

There was a simple kennel in the corner of the yard. He looked in and saw that there was nothing in it except some dried and rotten food.

"Does his family have a dog?" An Yan asked the police at the local police station.

"Yes, it is said that a horse dog was raised, but we didn't see the dog when we came, and the parents of the deceased also said that they didn't see the dog when they came back."

An Yan nodded, picked up a piece of rotten food with no visible ingredients in front of the kennel, took off his mask, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and said coldly: "Tetramethylene disulfone tetramine."

Police officer Xiao Huang asked in surprise, "What is that, can you smell it?"

An Yan put the food residue into the evidence bag and shook it: "It's commonly known as rat poison."

"Hey, if you put in so much effort, just say rat poison." Xiao Huang rolled his eyes.

"So the murderer poisoned the dog by poisoning the food first, and then knocked on the door and entered the house to commit murder?" Yun Qian asked, ignoring Xiao Huang.

"Yes, there is a long trace of dragging in the grass in the yard. The dog must have been dragged away by the murderer. I am afraid that we will find out the rat poison in the dog's body, but..." An Yan knelt down and fiddled with the front of the dog's kennel. That very inconspicuous rot, "Why didn't the murderer dispose of the dog's leftover food?"

Yunqian thought for a while, and said: "Could it be because it was dark at that time and the murderer didn't see it clearly? Think about it, it's the village again in broad daylight, and there must be many old men and women here to enjoy the cool. Killing would be too conspicuous."

An Yan nodded: "Yes, a premeditated murderer will consider three points when choosing the location of the crime, familiar location, easy to enter and escape; not too far away from the place of residence, otherwise it will not be conducive to quick escape after committing the crime; Open an environment with acquaintances, but if you have to commit a crime in an acquaintance’s house, you can only choose the least noticeable time to commit the crime, and that is night.”

"Moreover, the murderer was very clear about the routine of the deceased, either because he had been watching for a long time, or he was a friend who had a good relationship with the deceased."

An Yan looked back at the dark hut: "And the torn photo, why did the murderer smash the photo frame, tear up the photo and take away...that girl."

"Could it be love killing?" Policeman Xiao Huang asked blankly.

"But don't you find it strange?" Yunqian who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Don't you think that the death process of the deceased Zhao Yu is very similar to Liao Man's death process, and the color length Similar long hair."

"Look for the girl in the photo to ask about the specific situation, and then take the body back to the research institute. The body needs an autopsy to determine the exact time of death." After An Yan finished speaking, he collected the evidence and stuffed it into the police car for backup box, and then consciously opened the door and committed to step in.

Yunqian hurriedly got into the car: "You're going to leave like this?"

"The remaining procedures such as interrogation of the parties are the business of your criminal investigation department, and I will be responsible for investigating the scene and examining the corpse." An Yan said convincingly.

However, upon hearing it this way, it seems to make some sense.

Yun Qian did not drive back to the police station, but followed An Yan directly into the research institute.

An Yanquan ignored him the whole time as if there was no one like him, and then asked a few assistants to carry the corpse into the autopsy room, and the door was closed.

Yunqian stood in a daze for a long time, then suddenly fell down on the sofa——

He took out his mobile phone and planned to send Yu Yuan a message back, but as soon as the screen was turned on, he saw Sitong's gentle missed call.

He hurriedly called back, and as soon as the phone was connected, there was a warm and special soft voice from the other end:

"Are you back?"

"Yes, I was driving just now, and I didn't hear the phone ringing, sorry." Yun Qian said, rubbing between his brows wearily.

"have you eaten?"

Yun Qian raised his hand and looked at his watch, only to find that it was past nine o'clock in the evening.

"Not yet, just arrived, now in the research institute."

"I'm just going to the research institute, and I'll bring you something to eat by the way. What do you want to eat? Stir-fried kidneys?"

Yunqian laughed as soon as he heard it, and waved his hands again and again: "Even if you like it, you can't eat it every day. A beautiful woman dangles in front of you every day, and you will get tired of it every day, let alone takeaway dishes that are heavy in oil and salt."

There was a warm and hearty smile: "Then what do we, Yun Xiaocutie, want to eat today?"

"Wow, big brother, don't yell like that, your scalp is numb." Yun Qian rubbed the piled up goosebumps.

"Okay, I see, then I will buy whatever I see, you are not picky eaters, right?"

Pick it, why not pick it, but as his old man Yun said, if you are so hungry, your shit will smell good, and now his chest is stuck to his back, and if he picks a little bit, he will be hungry.

Wen Qi is indeed an efficient talent, but in 10 minutes he bought dinner from the police station ten kilometers away and drove to the research institute. As soon as Yunqian opened the door, a McDonald's paper bag poked him in the face.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait. It will be faster to order this. You can eat it first."

"Thank you." Yunqian clasped his fists, happily took the paper bag, and when he opened it, the aroma of meat wafted out, wandering in the hall of the institute.

"How's the field work today?" Wen Qixian asked casually, fiddling with his mobile phone in a very bored manner.

It's okay not to mention it, but when he was mentioned, Yunqian thought of the rotten corpse, couldn't help retching, put down the chicken wings in his hand silently, and said with a resentful look on his face: "I think you did it on purpose..."

Seeing him like that, Wen Qi smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm really used to asking."

Yunqian lost his appetite at the moment, put the food on the table, and took out a small pink notebook from his pocket: "This is the on-site trace inspection record I made, take a look."

Wen Qi took the small pink book, looked at it with a smile, and then opened it.

From when Yunqian first entered the police station, he neatly sorted out the analysis of traces of every appearance at the scene, including the thoughts after the case was closed, written in a single stroke, so neat that it even looks a little childish, It's like a primary school student's reading notes.

"Huh? So you suspect that the murderer who killed Zhao Yu and the murderer who killed Liao Man are the same person?"

Yunqian nodded: "The modus operandi is the same, and the traces left at the scene are also quite similar, but what I don't understand is what is the relationship between Zhao Yu and Liao Man, and what is the relationship between the girl in the half of the photo that was torn away at the scene and them?" what relationship."