What's in the depths II

Yun Qian was thinking about how to die in a more dignified way, but the warm touch suddenly landed on his back, and it became hot instantly, so hot that he couldn't even move.

He could clearly feel that the people behind him were carefully handling the damn zipper for him, so gently that he was afraid of hurting himself.

It was supposed to be a happy event, but Yunqian unconsciously pursed his mouth, his nose was sour, and it was as red as a pepper.

"Okay." An Yan said softly, withdrew his hand, and was about to bypass him and leave.

But he was still standing there motionless.

"What's the matter, are there any other questions?" An Yan asked strangely.

Yunqian covered his eyes and shook his head violently: "No, I just feel too ashamed."

A young boy in his twenties, wearing a dirty wedding dress, barefoot, exhausted all day without even drinking his saliva, and clumsy that he couldn’t even unzip it, especially when he lost it in front of the person he admired There must be some grievances, even if it is forced to work, but I still can't accept it from the bottom of my heart.

An Yan sighed softly, patted his frail shoulder, and spoke to him in such a gentle tone for the first time:

"The deceased was very thin and thin. Looking at the entire police station, I can only find you, who is about the same size as her, as an imitator. There are also many seniors. They have to wear women's clothing all year round in order to investigate the case and undercover. It's a shame. , There is really no reason to lose your life."

Hearing what he said, Yunqian suddenly remembered that a senior of his own age was tortured and killed by criminals in front of the whole city in order to investigate dark net cases. Before he died, he did not leave any last words, nor did he Talking about how to resettle the family members is just telling all the people who are watching the live broadcast of the massacre——

He is a policeman, and he has no regrets in dedicating his young life for the sake of the people and the stability of the country.

It seems that I am still too young, and my awareness is not high enough.

Yunqian forced a wry smile, held up her skirt, and took two steps back: "Thank you, I understand, you should go back to rest earlier."

"I didn't have lunch. To be honest, I'm a little hungry now. Would you like to have dinner together?"

Just two steps away, Yunqian heard such a sentence. At first he thought it was an auditory hallucination, and subconsciously turned his head to look at An Yan, but saw him standing there. Although his face was expressionless, his whole body It all looks softer than before.

But An Yan thought that Yunqian didn't hear clearly, so he repeated the original words.

The thin lips opened and closed, and the only thing left was the ethereal greeting hovering in the ears——

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Yunqian never thought that one day he would be able to sit and have dinner with An Yan, a thousand-year-old ice who never eats after lunch. If there were not diners around, he would have wanted to sing a song to celebrate this rare day.

Sure enough, Lu Anqi didn't lie to him, An Yan really likes to eat fried eggplant with catfish, and he doesn't care about the accumulated food, so he specially ordered a large portion.

Yunqian also had no intention of eating, just staring at An Yan and giggling.

Is it worth a day of ridicule in exchange for a chance to have dinner with An Yan?

Value, absolute value, if he can eat with An Yan in a skirt, he can live in women's clothing for the rest of his life.

An Yan's scalp became numb from his stare, he put down his chopsticks after taking two bites, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Yunqian shook his head happily: "I'm not hungry, just watch you eat."

This slightly ambiguous hint forced An Yan to quickly change the subject: "The scope of the first crime scene has been determined, and we will go door-to-door tomorrow."

Yunqian nodded: "Fortunately, there are not many residents there, so it's more convenient to check, but if you don't admit it, we can't help it. By the way, speaking of it, your department has tested the skin that has been soaked for more than ten years , any clues?"

An Yan took a sip of tea, wiped his mouth with a tissue, his movements were graceful and natural, but Yunqian just stared at him obsessively, wishing to see every detail of his movements.

Ignoring his fiery gaze, An Yan took a kraft paper portfolio from the empty seat next to him and handed it over: "This was supposed to be handed over to Team Yu, but he left too fast and missed it."

Yunqian took the kraft paper bag and said with a smile: "Our Yu team is like that. We don't see anyone when we work. He is No.1 in terms of leaving early."

Opening the file bag and taking out the stack of materials, Yunqian took a rough look.

"You mean, although the cut marks on the human skin are messy, they are in the same direction, and the blades are fine and dense. The person who peeled the skin used a very sharp knife, and... also deliberately concealed the evidence of his proficiency in using a knife?"

An Yan nodded: "Yes, this person is very professional in using knives. It is more convenient to know where to cut the knife, but he deliberately peeled the skin because he wanted to hide that he is proficient in using knives. If a normal person asks him to peel the skin, he will It would be impossible to cut, the cuts would be different horizontally and vertically, and the cut marks would be very messy, but this one is not."

Yunqian was shocked: "So you suspect that the one who peeled the skin is... the doctor?"

"Yes, if the human skin is to be used for medical research, then he doesn't need to deliberately damage the human skin to blur the focus. The incisions are all in the same direction. This is an occupational disease that often occurs in the life of some surgeons who often participate in operations."

"The chief surgeon?"

An Yan nodded: "Probably so, and most importantly, the person using the knife is left-handed."

"How do you know that?"

"From the point of view of traces, the left-handed tool is generally reflected that the extension direction of the tool is slanted. At the same time, the cut on the head of the tool is also inclined. From the two points of the cut, it appears to be high on the left and low on the right. This human skin All the cut marks on it fit this feature." As he spoke, An Yan also picked up the spoon on the table and gestured.

"A left-handed doctor, it's easy to check, but if, as you said, this human skin has been soaked for more than ten years, the prosecution period is almost over, and this skin was covered with another victim. Will the murderer be the same person as the victim?"

"No, these are two completely opposite methods of skinning. The outer skin is peeled from the top of the head, so the biggest cut marks are on the top of the head, but the victim we found was peeled from the neck. Peeling, and to be honest, the skinning is uneven and unprofessional, from this point of view, there are two murderers, one is a real amateur and the other is pretending to be an amateur."

"Another point that can prove that he is pretending to be a layman is the incompletely hardened human skin, because formalin has a hardening effect. To maintain its softness, you need to consider the proportion of the solution. Let alone an ordinary person, even if it is Science students who specialize in biochemistry may not know.”

After Yunqian listened, he swallowed his saliva, and then looked at the pieces of catfish that had been chopped up on the plate, feeling a strong sense of vomiting.

"Do you still eat?" An Yan asked.

Yunqian quickly shook his head like a rattle.

He almost vomited after eating a hammer.

"Then I'll pay." Saying that, An Yan got up and walked to the front desk.

The two of them walked out of the restaurant with their good things, and suddenly there was a flash in the sky, and then the thunder rolled in, and the heavy rain poured down, catching everyone by surprise.

"The place where I parked is a little far away, or wait for the rain to subside before leaving. This kind of shower will soon pass." Yun Qian stood under the eaves at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at the pedestrians fleeing in the rain, and suggested.

An Yan looked up at the intruding heavy rain, and nodded.

The two of them stood under the eaves like this, and in front of them was the heavy rain like beads with broken strings.

At the front desk of the restaurant behind, the waitress looked at the two silent men standing at the door, the shorter one was moving towards the taller one without any trace, but he dared not When pasting it, keep it at a distance of half a finger, and pretend to look around for the scenery.

The waitress smiled, turned on the player and switched songs.

It can be said that the lyrics are really suitable for the occasion.

"Have you heard this song before?" Yunqian asked, scratching his cheek embarrassingly.

An Yan still looked at the pouring rain outside, and nodded slowly.

"It seems to be your youth born in the [-]s."

An Yan finally turned around, glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "I'm from 1990."

1990?Isn't that right?An Yan's younger brother, An Chong, was actually born in [-]. If An Yan's mother died when he was seven or eight years old, then An Yan's father had already been making trouble outside... …

Forget it, young people like them don't dare to talk too much about the grievances of wealthy families. After all, knowing too much will lead to death.

"A secret that cannot be told." An Yan said suddenly.

"Huh? Is it the song played in the restaurant?"

An Yan raised his head, chuckled, and looked over against the light, the golden halo completely outlined the outline of his side face.

"Secrets are unspeakable. Before others discover it, it thinks it is cleverly hidden."

As the rain subsided, leaving behind such an unclear sentence, An Yan rushed out of the eaves, hailed a taxi, stepped in, and quickly disappeared in the colorful rain illuminated by neon lights.

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Early the next morning, as soon as Yun Qian arrived at the police station, he saw several other police officers in the team whispering together and laughing strangely from time to time.

Yunqian walked over in surprise, and found that they were joking with the simulated scene photos that were going to be used as materials yesterday.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

Just as Yun Qian was about to lose his temper, he suddenly stretched out a hand from behind and snatched the photo from those people.

"Group leader Wen."

"Morning, Team Leader Wen."

When they turned their heads and saw that slightly sullen face, they immediately stood in a row obediently and said hello respectfully.

"During working hours, do what you need to do." Wen Qie glanced at the "wedding photo", put it in his pocket casually, turned his head and left after leaving these words.

As soon as Wen Qi left, several people immediately got together again and started the long-tongued man mode:

"When Group Leader Wen first came, I thought he was a very gentle person, but after a long time, he revealed his true nature."

"Yes, that temper is worse than Team Yu."

Yunqian rolled his eyes: "Come on, think about your own morality, dead people can make you angry, and blame people for having a bad temper."

Wen Qi, who had been standing at the door for a long time without leaving, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

He took out the photo from his pocket and looked at it, with indelible tenderness in his eyes.

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"According to the interviews and investigations of everyone in the past few days, I sorted out all the clues." In the conference room, Wen Qie pulled over the whiteboard and sorted out all the information and pasted it up.

"The scene of the first crime was in the area of ​​the WD mansion. We interviewed local residents, and everyone said that they had not heard any changes in recent months. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the real murderer is among them. If the murderer refuses to admit it, we will You can't pry open everyone's head to see what they're thinking, so you can only continue to find clues from the dead."

"The most important doubts now are whether the deceased's husband and child have been killed, or whether they have divorced the deceased before or passed away due to other reasons; the second is whether the wedding dress worn by the deceased is the murderer. I am venting my feelings, or the representative meaning of the wedding dress; the third is another human skin covered by the deceased. After forensic identification, it is confirmed that it has been soaked in formalin for more than ten years. Who is the owner of the human skin, and what is the connection with the murderer or the deceased."

Yu Yuan raised his hand and said, "We thoroughly checked all the blind people who matched the deceased's information overnight. According to the list provided by the Disabled Persons' Federation, we narrowed down the search for the identity of the deceased to six people. I will lead a team to continue the investigation in the afternoon. To ascertain the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."

Wen Qiu nodded in agreement.

"Then the next step is the clue that the deceased was wearing a wedding dress. The criminal investigation department visited a local wedding dress shop and asked the clerk to identify it. They all said that the wedding dress did not come from this shop, and the style was very old, probably zero fifty. It was a more popular style in six years."

"How many years ago? I was still in elementary school at that time." Yunqian couldn't help interjecting.

Yu Yuan glared at him: "As long as you are young, I was already in junior high school at that time."

"Ten years ago... Eh? Then it seems that the age of the wedding dress is about the same as the time of soaking the human skin in formalin? It is very possible that the wedding dress is the property of that human skin?" Su Wenyu asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's what I want to say." Wen Qie drew an arrow under the photo of the wedding dress and pointed directly at the photo of the human skin beside him.

"If this is used to make up for the lack in the heart and vent emotions, why the murderer puts a human skin on the victim instead of a puppet or makes a specimen? A large part of the reason is that the victim is related to this Victims of human skin have something in common."

"Blind?" Zhao Qin asked blankly.

Wen Qi smiled and shook his head, seeming a little helpless: "Actually, I think it's closer to the word 'mother'."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Wen He was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted, but still patiently said softly: "Please come in".

The person who came was a small police officer from the Criminal Investigation Division. He still held a book in his hand, and hurriedly saluted everyone, then immediately put the book on the table, and said anxiously:

"We have a clue here, it's this book."

Everyone leaned over to take a look, but Su Wenyu exclaimed first: "Isn't this the new work of my favorite suspense novelist?"

The little policeman wiped the sweat from his brow, and said anxiously: "Yes, this book has become a big hit on the Internet recently, and there is also a side story that is being printed, but it hasn't been officially released yet. The author with the pseudonym Liulian has already used this book Suck more than 3000 million."

"Then what's the matter with this case?"

The little policeman hurriedly opened a page that had a corner folded, pointed to the small block letters and said:

"The reason why this novel suddenly became popular is because the cases described in it are almost the same as the cases we encountered this time, especially the way the victims are handled, the wedding dress, the cover, etc. As the author saw it with his own eyes."

Several people immediately snatched the novel and saw that it was really like this.

The deceased was wearing a wedding dress and someone else's skin, but the only difference is that the protagonist of this story, the murderer, put on the skin because his fiancée, who was about to enter the wedding hall, committed suicide by jumping off a building due to a failed plastic surgery. It was learned that the hospital where the fiancée had plastic surgery did not have a formal business license, and there had been many accidents before, so from that day on, the murderer hated the plastic surgery very much, so he peeled off the skin of the plastic surgeon and put it on the fiancée's body for He put on a wedding dress to commemorate, which is why the novel is named "Remembrance Day".

"Let's not talk about whether our profile of the murderer and the motive of the crime we analyzed are consistent with the cosmetic surgery incident, but the way the corpse was handled, even if it is a coincidence, how could it be exactly the same, including the position of the incision and the method of suturing? I really don't believe it. It's a coincidence." Yu Yuan threw the book on the table, his voice was a little cold, "Check, check the author's real identity for me."

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Yun Qian sat in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard with his little hands, while Yu Yuan paced back and forth, looking a little impatient.

"Team Yu, I found out. The author's real name is Wu Xia, male, 32 years old, a native of Huiyuan, unmarried, his parents have passed away, he has published many suspenseful works, and was once rated as the most valuable suspenseful work in the past five years." A writer, but later fell into a plagiarism storm and was sued. The plaintiff won the case, and he stinks. Now he has two properties under his name, one is located in the Hongcheng Millennium Garden in Huashi District, and the other is located in Tenghe District...WD Mansion."

As he spoke, Yunqian widened his eyes in disbelief.

"WD Mansion?" Yu Yuan stroked his mustache, and his small eyes shone brightly.

"Yes, the house was handed over in March last year."

"Where does he live now?"

"Hongcheng Millennium Garden."

"Notify the Forensic Medicine Department that the police are dispatched now to go to the Hongcheng Millennium Garden." Yu Yuan picked up the police uniform and strode out.

The police car roared through the downtown area and went straight to the Hongcheng Millennium Garden where Wu Xia lived.

As soon as the police car stopped there, it immediately attracted many residents to stop and watch. When they found that the police went upstairs and knocked on Wu Xia's door, the nonsense immediately began to perform:

"I've long felt that the people living in this house are not very serious. I don't usually see him go out. Occasionally, I would say hello to him and he would ignore him. Let me just say, he stays at home every day and doesn't go out to work. What do you rely on to live, you deserve it, this kind of person should be locked up for a few more years!"

A little girl next to her who just came back from school tilted her head and asked in surprise, "Auntie, why are you being arrested by the police uncle if you stay at home and don't go out to work?"

The broken-mouthed aunt glared at her, and said angrily, "If you don't go out to work, you still have financial income. What kind of serious job do you think he can do?"

The little girl looked at it for a while, and then let out a grown-up sigh that didn't match her age.

The police knocked on the door for a long time before they heard the sound of slow and procrastinating footsteps in the house.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pale and thin face, disheveled hair like a bird's nest, the collar of his striped pajamas had turned yellow, and one of the slippers on his feet was broken. Like a terminally ill cancer patient.

Seeing Wu Xia like this, Su Wenyu was a little disappointed.

In his imagination, his favorite suspense writer must be a handsome guy who is upright and meticulous in taking care of himself, and at worst is a clean ordinary person. Imaginations are very different, and I am suddenly disappointed, and even lose fans on the spot.

Yu Yuan raised his police ID at him: "We are from the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, is it convenient to go in and talk?"

Wu Xia lowered his head and made way for them to enter.

The house is fairly clean, but with the curtains closed, no light can come in. It looks lifeless, and the furniture is old style from many years ago. There is still a thin layer of dust on the coffee table, and all the flowers on the balcony are dead. They were almost rotten into mud, and the great writer didn't even know how to pack them up and throw them out, leaving them to rot into mud and dust.

The great writer Wu Xia rummaged through the cabinets and cabinets in the living room. After searching for a long time, he found a small half bag of tea from an unknown year and month in the dusty cabinet. The bags were covered with a thin layer of green hair.

"Don't be too busy, I had a drink before I came here." Yun Qian hurriedly stopped him.

Who would dare to drink it after it was like this, if he died suddenly after drinking his tea, who would he be able to ask for reasoning.

Wu Xia nodded, and put the small half bag of tea back into the cabinet.

"Mr. Wu, I'll get straight to the point." Yu Yuan handed over the portfolio, "Your work has exploded on the Internet these days because the way of death of the victim described in your work is consistent with the one we are investigating recently. The case is very similar, no, it can be said to be exactly the same."

Yu Yuan raised his eyes: "Can you please explain to us."

"Explain what." Wu Xia still kept his head down, his pale face full of gloom.

"You don't think this is a bit of a coincidence. We have no other intentions, but just want to know what event inspired your idea."

Wu Xia was silent for a while, then got up suddenly, walked into her bedroom, and then took out an old-fashioned laptop from inside.

"Here's my outline, outline, first draft, and final draft as I create Anniversary."

Yu Yuan glanced at him suspiciously, reached out to take the computer, and opened the several WORD documents. According to the time display, the first draft document was created in October of the previous year, and the final draft document was created in November last year. before the death of the deceased.

"Then have you ever shown your manuscript to others, or has it spread out accidentally?"

Wu Xia pushed his glasses and nodded: "My editor in charge of publishing, and also, my computer motherboard burned out before, and I sent it to the computer repair shop at the entrance of the community to replace the parts."

"When did the editor in charge of the publishing house get the manuscript, and when did he send it to the store for repairs?"

"Send it to the store for repairs earlier, at the beginning of this year, it seems to be the 17th day of the first lunar month. Later, because of proofreading, I took the manuscript to the editor in charge, which was around NO.[-] in March this year."

"That is to say, these two people may be the only ones who have read your manuscript?"

Wu Xia thought for a while and nodded.

"Also, there is another property under your name, which is the WD mansion behind the coastal main road."

"is there a problem?"

"Do you usually live there for a while?"

Wu Xia shook his head: "It's close to the main road, there will be transport trucks passing by at night, it's very noisy, and it will affect my creation, I thought the house was empty anyway, so I rented it out to a 28-year-old man."

After taking the tenant information given by Wu Xia, several people looked at each other and put on smiling faces as much as possible:

"Okay, sorry to bother you today, please leave us a fingerprint, and we will notify you later if there are other problems." Yu Yuan took out the fingerprint carbon plate and pushed it over.

Wu Xia pressed her fingerprints honestly, and then wiped the black ink pad on her fingers on her pajamas.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Wu, is it convenient for me to give you a simple physical examination?" Several people were about to leave, but An Yan suddenly said this inexplicably.