I come from a parallel world

It was just after four o'clock and the streets were silent.

The whine of police cars passed through the streets and alleys, and they stopped on the side of the road one after another.

A few policemen came down, cordoned off the scene of the crime, took photos of the corpses on the ground, and asked sanitation workers to take notes. The work was done in an orderly manner.

The sanitation workers had never seen this scene before, they couldn't control their tongues in fright, and couldn't adjust for a while.

When Feng Bei arrived there, there was already a small circle of people standing around, and the mentality of watching the excitement was not much different from eating and sleeping, and it was impossible for them to get rid of it.

Some people even shouted unhappily that it would be better if you came earlier, and if the cordon was pulled, the fart would not be seen.

Feng Bei scanned around, no one showed fear on his face, they were all curious. He approached the scene and showed his ID to the guarding policeman.

The police immediately shouted respectfully, "Captain Feng."

Feng Bei patted him on the shoulder, pulled up the cordon and bent over to walk in.

There was a large puddle of blood on the side of the street, which was dark brown, and the members of the investigation team were carefully investigating around the corpse.

The deceased was a male, lying on his side with his head facing two o'clock. He was in his forties, with his mouth half open and his eyes wide open.

Several forensic doctors have finished their work and are conducting simple exchanges.

Feng Bei asked one of them, "Sister Sun, how are you doing?"

Sun Weiliang said, "The main artery in the neck was cut open, and he lost blood and died. There were no other visible wounds on his body, and there were no traces of struggling with others. The specific situation depends on further inspection. I will pay close attention to it." Time to get results as soon as possible.”

The artery was cut open, and blood spurted out in a few minutes.

Feng Bei said, "Sister Sun, please."

Sun Weiliang said hello and took his people back to the game.

Feng Bei lit a cigarette and took a sip. He raised the people under his hands to hurry up and do things. He stood aside and observed the surrounding environment.

Feng Bei was not familiar with this road, he hadn't walked it before, he noticed on the way just now, and found that there were street lights, the distance between them was very far, and some of them were blocked by trees.

In other words, if you walk this road at night, the light will be very dim.

However, there were street lights at the location where the deceased was killed.

Feng Bei exhaled a puff of smoke. The deceased's neck artery was cut, but he didn't resist.

What will happen?

Feng Bei glanced at the body that had been carried into the body bag. It was about 1.7 meters five, with a rather strong build. If the assailant was a girl, it would be difficult to hit the vital part with a single blow.

It is also difficult for a man to succeed before the opponent resists.

Because people have a sense of self-protection, when danger comes, they will reflexively avoid, run away, beg for mercy, and call for help.

The furrows between Feng Bei's brows were even deeper. Logically speaking, even if the deceased was stunned by some unthinkable event, when the murderer attacked him, his sense of self-protection would also be awakened, and at most it would be dull for two or three seconds.

In such a short time, the murderer had already cut open his artery, and the shot was quick and accurate.

Is a seasoned veteran.

And the psychological quality is very good, calm and calm.

The deceased Xu Weiguo, male, 42 years old, local, state-owned enterprise management, died between 8:28 p.m. Die too much.

The last person to contact the deceased was the factory director.

The statement was on the autopsy report, and Feng Bei had just checked it out, and there was nothing unusual about it, the two of them had a normal subordinate-subordinate relationship.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the close-up of the dead man's face on the screen, "What do you think?"

Lu Ye said, "According to the investigation, the deceased's social relationship was very simple. He was either at home or in the factory every day. There was no social circle, and the chance of vendetta was very low."

Yang Zhi turned the pen around twice and stopped, "Could it be love killing?"

Lu Ye said, "Judging from the confessions of the neighbors, the family of the deceased was harmonious, and the husband and wife lived harmoniously."

"Who knows what it's like when the door is closed."

Yang Zhi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "People need face, and trees need bark. For some people, in this world, nothing is more important than face, so some couples love each other as sweet as honey." , the result? As soon as the door is closed, there will be domestic violence."

Everyone else was noncommittal.

Yang Zhi's mouth twitched, "Why, don't you believe it? This is a real story, just a relative of my family..."

"Okay, let's talk about your relatives later."

Feng Bei interrupted Yang Zhi, "Ye Zi, is the deceased's money lost?"

Lu Ye shook his head, "There is no sign of the wallet being turned over. There is a lot of change in it, and the pager is also attached to the waist. No one has touched it."

Feng Bei asked, "How do you know that there is a lot of change?"

Lu Ye said, "According to the deceased's wife, she has always been in charge of the family's money. She will give the deceased ten yuan every day. The ten yuan given yesterday is change. Two pieces of two pieces, one piece of one piece, and one piece of five yuan Yes, it's all in the wallet."

The factory takes care of food, and ten yuan is pocket money. If you don't buy anything big, it's enough to spend.

Yang Zhi sighed, "If you don't seek money, then why kill? What's the motive? You can't just catch someone on the street and kill him just because you haven't eaten enough for dinner, and you're in a bad mood?"

He deliberately adjusted the dead atmosphere to stimulate everyone's thinking, but it didn't work at all.

The meeting room fell silent, and several people were sorting out their thoughts.

Feng Bei unscrewed the lid of the cup to drink water, and there was a sudden pause. He hadn't received a similar case recently, and he had no clue. It seemed like a murder for no reason. He had a bad feeling.

This may not be the last together.

Feng Bei pondered for a moment, "Big head, you go to the factory, and Ye Zi will follow."

Lu Ye asked, "What about the dismemberment case on 2.15?"

Feng Bei said, "Let's put it aside for now, and we'll talk about it after the case is settled."

The corpse dismemberment case was indeed an unsolved case, and no clue could be found even after trying hard, it seemed that the deceased himself cut himself into pieces from head to toe, and then put them in a woven bag.

Gao Ran didn't hear about the murder, he played table tennis with Jia Shuai in the abandoned shopping mall.

The yellow ball bounced back and forth on both sides of the table, making a soft sound.

Two youthful figures stood on each side, holding rackets and waving them non-stop.

Gao Ran's academic performance is not as good as Jia Shuai's, but he is better at sports, especially table tennis.

Jia Shuai was at a disadvantage everywhere.

High fuel, high gear, low gear, and a sudden smash.

Jia Shuai couldn't do anything about Gao Ran's move. He couldn't catch it. He picked up the ball that had rolled to the corner and came back. He wiped the sweat from his neck by his collar, "I won't come, take a break."

Gao Ran was not enjoyable.

Jia Shuai's Qingjun face was dripping with sweat, his neckline and back were wet, "Every time I play with you, I'm tired."

Gao Ran sat down on the table, grabbed his collar to fan the wind, panted and laughed, "When you beat me someday, you won't be tired."

Jia Shuai took out a pack of tissues and drew two for Gao Ran, "I don't want to win you."

Gao Ran took the tissue and heard Jia Shuai say, "If I beat you, you will definitely not admit defeat and pull me to play with you until you come back."

"Young man, you must have the spirit of not admitting defeat."

Gao Ran Chaofa winked and winked, "I made an appointment with Zhang Rong for you. You will wait for us by the river at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Then I will find a chance to slip away and let you live in the world of two."

"By the way, Zhang Rong said that she can only go out for an hour, so you have to hurry up and don't dawdle."

Jia Shuai is very pure, "What are you doing?"

Gao Ran said with a grin, "That's all."

Jia Shuai frowned, "She and I are both underage, so we can't do that."

Gao Ran couldn't believe it, "Damn it, Shuai Shuai, where are you going? I mean confession."

Jia Shuai pursed his lips and said calmly, "Confession will add troubles to her and affect her studies. Let's wait until college. I will take a walk with her by the river tomorrow."

Gao Ran was speechless for a few seconds, and thousands of words turned into a sigh of hatred for iron and steel, "...I think your ribs will be taken away by others sooner or later, and it will be useless for you to cry and cry with regret."

Fortunately, he still took the trouble to make an appointment with Zhang Rong. This kid is fine, so he just took a walk.

Jia Shuai folded up the used tissues and threw them into the trash can, "Let's go, let's play with the Macintosh."

Gao Ran immediately stood up energetically, and stopped hitting the ball. He hooked Jia Shuai's neck and said, "Please eat the tenderloin if you win."

Jia Shuai's neck was wet|greasy|greasy|greasy, and so was the attached arm, hotter and stickier. He frowned, but didn't take the arm off, and let it go.

Gao Ran is casual and lazy, while Jia Shuai is picky and particular.

Habit is an elusive and indescribable thing, but it brought two teenagers with completely different lifestyles together and became good buddies who talked about everything.

When Gao Ran went back, he saw a strange woman standing in the alley, wearing a hat, her hair was tied behind her shoulders by a headband, she was wearing a well-made white dress, and a pair of leather shoes on her feet. Very young, very beautiful, gentle lady.

He took a second look, not because the woman was pretty, but because the woman was standing in front of Feng Bei's house.

Zheng Jiahui had a smile on her face, "Excuse me, are you Gao Ran?"

Gao Ran was taken aback, "I am."

Zheng Jiahui introduced herself, "My name is Zheng."

Gao Ran is clever, just such a surname has already allowed him to guess the identity of the comer, the daughter of Bureau Zheng.

Zheng Jiahui said softly, "I heard that Captain Feng is not feeling well and is resting at home, so I stopped by to have a look."

Gao Ran opened his eyes, didn't he, when Feng Bei told him the story last night, he was skinny and full of energy, why did he feel uncomfortable?

He moved his nose and smelled the fragrance of flowers, which belonged to this woman, and Jia Shuai's words that women are the ones who please themselves popped out of his mind.

This area is full of intricate alleys, so you can't come here by the way.

"You can knock."

Zheng Jiahui said, "I knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside."

Gao Ran scratched his face, this person was not capable of shouting at first glance, he was reserved, "Then wait for me, I will open the door for you."

Zheng Jiahui didn't understand, the boy had disappeared.

There was a faint fishy smell in the alley, which was the smell of moss mixed with soil. Zheng Jiahui twisted her willow eyebrows uncomfortably, unable to figure out why that man lived in such a place.

The doorway faced a wall with a narrow and uneven brick road in the middle, with only a gap in the sky.

Living here is so depressing.

It was the first time for Zheng Jiahui to come to this kind of winding and branching alley. She just stayed there for a while, and felt breathless and uncomfortable.

In less than 5 minutes, the door opened from the inside.