Neverland

[AM: 11:00]

The decoration of Yan Cen's apartment is basically the same as his own style. The furniture is repeatedly jumping in three colors of black, white and gray. The marble floor tiles are polished so that people's shadows can be reflected when standing on them. Even the joints of the floor tiles are very polished. Clean, as if the owner has a serious cleanliness.

When Xu Muzhou entered the door, he accidentally knocked off an umbrella hanging on the shoe cabinet. The heavy black umbrella fell on the tiles and almost tripped him.

"Quick battle." Xu Muzhou held up his umbrella, turned to Shen Shuang and said, "...don't make too much noise."

"Hey, I know." Shen Shuang said.

This apartment is semi-open, with one bedroom and one living room, and the area is not too big.Shen Shuang bent over to put on the shoe covers, took out crumpled gloves from her pocket, stood in the living room and looked around, not knowing where to start.

There is no other reason, because Yan Cen's place is really too clean - so clean that it is almost impersonal.

There is an open kitchen on the left hand side of the apartment. There are no pots and pans in it. There is only a smart kettle for boiling water on the clean countertop.There is a refrigerator and a wine cabinet side by side at the junction of the living room and the kitchen. Shen Shuang went over and opened the door to have a look. The refrigerator was running like a new one. There was not even a bottle of mineral water in it, and the wine cabinet was stuffed. It's full, and it's full of spirits.

In addition, there are five floors in the wine cabinet. The bottles are of different shapes and heights, but Yan Cen has carefully arranged them according to the height of the bottles. All the bottles have the labels facing outwards. at an angle to the left of center.

Shen Shuang took half a step back, standing at an angle where he could see the whole situation in the wine cabinet.What surprised him was that among the thirty or forty bottles of foreign wine in the wine cabinet, the labels of all the bottles were offset at the same angle. At a glance, they looked exactly the same.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Shen Shuang said.

Hearing the sound, Xu Muzhou raised his head, followed Shen Shuang's shoulder to see the situation of the upper management of the wine cabinet, he pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then reminded: "...Do you remember, the poker card in Xu Kang's case .”

"I remember." Shen Shuang closed the door of the wine cabinet, and turned around with lingering fear: "The poker card that was drawn by hand, the specifications and proportions are exactly the same as the standard one—fuck, it can't be so evil, the investigation is half done, Found it on your own?"

Shen Shuang unconsciously recalled Yan Cen on the day of Xu Kang's crime. He came to the scene of the crime with tools, politely and modestly finished his work step by step, and even greeted them one by one.

He looked natural, nothing unusual.

——If he really did it, then he would be too calm in the face of the murder and the scene he created.

When Shen Shuangguang thought about it, he felt goose bumps all over his body, and no matter how much he thought about it, he felt awkward.

Xu Muzhou knew what was going on in his mind just by looking at his expression, Xu Muzhou hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's just a suspicion right now." Xu Muzhou said, "It's still not certain that it's him."

Rao is that no matter how much directional evidence there is, no one can be convicted without conclusive evidence.

Xu Muzhou lowered his head and looked at the things in his hand again.

A small suitcase was placed at Yan Cen's door, Xu Muzhou half knelt on the ground, and unzipped the suitcase.

This should be the luggage he brought for a short trip. Inside were two sets of changed clothes, and a folded white shirt was placed on the top layer. Xu Muzhou picked it up and looked through it, but he didn't see anything suspicious.

There were limited items in the suitcase, so Xu Muzhou closed the lid and turned to look elsewhere.

There was a half glass of wine left over on the coffee table, and there was a very shallow water mark at the bottom of the transparent glass, which looked like the condensed mist flowing down the glass wall to the coffee table when the ice melted.

This is the only place in the whole apartment that can be called "untidy". It can be seen that Yan Cen was in a hurry when he went out.

Probably because this is a single apartment, there is no need to restrict privacy, so Yan Cen's bedroom door is also wide open.

The bedroom is on the opposite side of the sofa, and the area is small, only about a dozen square meters. There is a bed horizontally near the window, and an L-shaped corner desk and a bookcase on the wall are placed from the side of the bed to the corner.

Forensic doctor Yan seemed to like white very much, his bedding was spotless, and at first glance he thought he had entered a ward.Xu Muzhou clicked his tongue, a bit confused about how to fall asleep while lying on this kind of bed.

Xu Muzhou walked to the desk and looked up at the neatly stacked books in the bookcase.

Yan Cen's arrangement of books is similar to that of wine bottles, depending on the size of the packaging and the height of the books, they are arranged neatly.Most of them are reference books for medical use. Just looking at the titles of the books makes one's teeth cringe. They are all Chinese characters, and putting them together can make it difficult for people to understand.

Xu Muzhou looked over one by one, and then saw a book called "Intimate Relationship" at the corner of the bookcase.

Compared with the medical books full of cabinets full of incomprehensible atmosphere, the title of this book seems a bit too straightforward.Xu Muzhou took it off casually, and flipped it over in his hand.

Xu Muzhou was not suspicious of a book at first, but the painting style of this book was different from other books, so he just wanted to flip through it casually. Unexpectedly, halfway through the book, a bookmark would appear from the book. Nei slid out and fell to the ground.

Before Xu Muzhou could see what it was, it hit his instep lightly, then slid down the plastic shoe cover and landed at his feet.

The material of the thing was rather hard, Xu Muzhou closed the book, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

He bent down and picked up the small rectangle of cardboard.

The pattern on the back of the paper was layered upon layer, Xu Muzhou rubbed the corner of the card and turned it over.

——It's an Ace of Spades.

"Damn it, it's really the Ace of Spades." Shen Shuang, who had already checked the outside, just stepped into the bedroom, and said in surprise: "...My mother, it really is a wolf in sheep's clothing growing among the sheep. .”

A coincidence can still be called a coincidence. If there are too many coincidences, it is not a coincidence, but a truth.

Xu Muzhou pursed his lips and took out the evidence bag from his pocket, and put the playing card into the evidence bag.

Yan Forensic Doctor is not as gentle and harmless as he looks on the outside. Like Xu Kang and Fu Sihan, he has some inexplicable psychological problems.

Xu Muzhou stood up, closed the "Intimate Relationship" properly, and put it back on the shelf.

He looked down at Yan Cen's clean desk, and tried to pull the drawer under the desk.

There are five drawers, two large, three small, and five under the desk. In the first small drawer on the left hand side, there is a car key. Xu Muzhou untied the protective cover on it and looked at the logo inside. He confirmed that it was Yan Cen's car. The car's brand.

There was nothing in the other drawers except the daily paper and pens, so Xu Muzhou closed them one by one without looking too much.

"Where is Yan Cen's car?" Xu Muzhou said, "Do you know where it is?"

"It's downstairs, opposite the stairs, in the above-ground parking lot of their building." Shen Shuang said, "I just saw it when I went upstairs."

"That's fine." Xu Muzhou held the car keys in his hand, motioned Shen Shuang to go out, and said, "Call a colleague from the inspection department to check his car."

Shen Shuang agreed, took two steps back, and retreated from the bedroom.

As he walked towards the door, he took out his mobile phone to contact his colleagues. When he opened the door, he accidentally touched the shoe cabinet. The umbrella on it fell off again and hit his feet.

"Ouch." Shen Shuang complained: "What kind of umbrella is this? It won't hold up, it will fall off if you touch it."

The hook-shaped long umbrella is indeed not as stable as hanging on a shelf, but because of the protection of the rubber sleeve, the friction will increase, and most of the time it will not fall off so easily.When Xu Muzhou couldn't find a place to put an umbrella in the office, he would hang it on the desk. He had never seen such a touch of porcelain.

Xu Muzhou followed behind Shen Shuang and waited to go out, only to see him hiss in pain as soon as he bent down.

Xu Muzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Shuang shook his hands, picked up the umbrella and hung it back on the table, held up his hand to show Xu Muzhou, and said, "It's okay, I scratched it - no wonder it couldn't hang, the umbrella handle was broken, the metal umbrella inside The bones are exposed, of course they can't hold the table."

Shen Shuang's right index finger was cut open by a sharp weapon. The wound was not long, but deep, and beads of blood were coming out of the wound.

Xu Muzhou was slightly taken aback.

"It's too sharp." Shen Shuang said angrily, "The rubber cover of the handle of this umbrella is worn out. What kind of inferior product, Yan Forensic Doctor doesn't look like he is short of money, and—"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Muzhou suddenly stepped forward, pushed him away, and reached out to pick up an umbrella.

Shen Shuang was taken aback by his serious expression, looked at the umbrella and then at Xu Muzhou, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Muzhou didn't speak, he held the umbrella horizontally in his hand, looked up and down, and finally put his eyes on the handle of the umbrella.

The autopsy report given by Mr. Zhang is not far from Yan Cen's. Yan Cen did not lie on this point.

—In other words, the murder weapon was a sharp, hook-shaped weapon.

Xu Muzhou looked at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the rubber cover on the umbrella handle, and pulled it down along the angle of the umbrella handle's hook.The rubber sleeve is very tight, but it seems that it has been taken off several times, and Xu Muzhou took it off easily.

Immediately afterwards, the umbrella handle, which was protected by the rubber sleeve, revealed the sharp metal hook inside—and the mottled bloodstains on the hook.

Shen Shuang was taken aback: "This—"

Most of the bloodstains have been rubbed into disgrace, but there are still a few bloodstains that have dried up that have not been disturbed by the rubbing action of the rubber sleeve.

So Xu Muzhou found half a bloody fingerprint in the middle of the hook of the umbrella handle.

Although Xu Muzhou had always been skeptical, but before he actually found the "murder weapon", it was still difficult for him to connect Yan Cen with the words "murderer".

He even thought that maybe this matter was not that simple, and Yan Cen might also be a potential victim.

But now that the murder weapon is in his hands, as long as it is confirmed that the fingerprints on it belong to Yan Cen himself, then it can almost be called "hard evidence".

It is very dangerous to have a personal tendency in handling a case. Xu Muzhou is well aware of the seriousness of this emotion—not to mention that he has only met the little forensic doctor a few times, and most of them are related to work, so he doesn't know about it. Where did this mentality come from inexplicably to his mind.

Xu Muzhou was in a complicated mood, he looked at the "weapon" in his hand, he was a little lost in thought, and he didn't even hear Shen Shuang calling him beside him.

"Brother Xu?" Shen Shuang pushed his shoulder: "Brother Xu——!"

"Huh?" Xu Muzhou came back to his senses, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Shuang didn't know when he answered the phone, covered the phone and asked him: "Xiaoyue called and said that Lin Yi asked to end the summons, and I heard that he was in a bad mood - he said that if you disagreed, he would Get a lawyer."

Now that it's all been found out, and the murder weapon has been found, it doesn't really make much sense to detain others.What's more, Xu Muzhou has no direct evidence of Lin Yi's involvement in the case. Just like Qi Yuan, if Lin Yi also has a lawyer to protect him, it will be difficult for Xu Muzhou to hold him.

"Yeah." Xu Muzhou wiped his face, not daring to say anything dead: "All right... But you find someone to keep an eye on him."