crime scene

When Zheng Ronghua left, he was still in a daze. No teacher had ever taught him how Locard's Law of Material Exchange works like this!

Jing Sheng and Zheng Ronghua went downstairs together, ready to go home and report the work progress to his daughter-in-law, in order to ask for understanding.

Only Su Nian and Xie Qian are left in the room.

"Qian, how do you know what I'm going to say?" Su Nian asked.

"Didn't you tell me to read more?"

"I didn't let you watch this either..." Su Nian whispered.

Xie Qian took the disposable bowls and chopsticks and went out to throw out the trash. Su Nian's voice coincided with the sound of the door opening, so Xie Qian didn't hear what he said clearly.

"Okay, okay, I've been busy all night, go to bed and lie down, look at this Jing Sheng, I don't know how to tidy up this is not sensible...you go to sleep over there."

The room was a double room, and the decoration and furnishings were relatively simple. Apart from two beds and some necessities, the small TV hanging on the wall made Su Nian feel novel.

No way, he never lived in a hotel.

After fiddling with the small TV for a while, Su Nian was forced on the bed by Xie Qian, so she had to sleep under the quilt.

I don't know who is used to Su Nian's stinky habit of recognizing the bed, Xi Qian hugged him in his arms, and originally planned to wait for him to fall asleep before changing the bed, but he didn't expect to lie down as if he had been cursed. The body rose up to resist, and after all kinds of entanglements, Xie Qian still lost to this bed and fell asleep.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Xie Qian was aroused by the ringing of his mobile phone. He didn't even have time to check the caller ID, so he connected immediately.

"Captain, there is a murder case here, should I ask Sun Siyuan to pick you up?"

It was Cui Yiyong, who was talking about the appalling case in a calm tone.

At this time, Xie Qian didn't bother to confront him, "Send me the location, let's take a taxi there."

"But Sun Siyuan has already made people..."

He hung up the phone modestly, turned over and got out of bed, couldn't bear to rub Su Nian who was still sleeping, and woke him up as if determined.

"Niannian has a case raised."

The scene of the crime was in a villa near the sea. When Xie Qian arrived, the scene had been cordoned off.

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore could be heard clearly here, and Su Nian took the gloves and shoe covers and entered the scene.

"The victim Yang Mingming, male, aged 32, is an outstanding bel canto singer. His throat was removed." Sun Siyuan briefly reported the situation.

In the air mixed with the smell of the sea, the smell of blood is even more pungent and unbearable, and there is a feeling of nausea.

Su Nian frowned patiently.

Xie Qian walked over, quietly stuffed a mint candy into his hand, then walked away as if nothing had happened, looking around for clues.

Jing Sheng was doing a preliminary autopsy and trace examination when he saw Qianqian came over and reported, "The deceased was killed at the door. The fatal injury was a 15cm wide 2cm penetrating wound to the heart. No murder weapon was found at the scene, so it should have been taken away by the murderer." on site."

"There is a mop-type blood stain at the door, is it the suspect who killed the victim and then dragged it to the living room for extraction?" Xie Qian asked.

"Theoretically it is."

The small words are quite rigorous.

"Now you know, the murderer definitely didn't use it as a specimen." Su Nian said, put down a water glass, walked over and only glanced at the corpse, then immediately looked away.

Of course, Jing Sheng understands that the specimen emphasizes completeness. A fragile place like the larynx will be cut if the knife is not careful. However, judging from the murderer's method, he does not have the ability to take out the larynx completely. ability.

Su Nian looked around, the furnishings in the room were very neat, the tabletops were spotless, the teacups and teapots were neatly placed on the tray, and the tray was also placed on the corner of the table.

Under the TV cabinet, the intervals of each decoration are exactly the same.

Su Nian walked into the kitchen.

The situation in the kitchen is not so optimistic. There are two sinks on the left and right, and the water drops in the larger sink on the right are still hanging on the four stainless steel walls. The contrast between the left and right sides is sharp.

Then I opened the cupboard and squatted down to check. There was a small pool of water stains directly under the middle plates.

The stove is clean, not a little oily.

Su Nian took out her mobile phone, took pictures of them one by one and said, "Jing Sheng, check the kitchen sink and cupboards later."

"Okay..." Jing Sheng replied weakly.

"Check it out yourself." Xie Qian leaned down and patted Jing Sheng's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Those people in the forensic appraisal are unreliable."

Su Nian felt that she had seen enough, and raised her leg to step out of the cordon, followed closely by Xie Qian.

Not far away, several criminal police comrades were questioning the reporter.

The informant was the logistics of the performance. The victim was supposed to go to the auditorium for the last rehearsal before the performance at [-]:[-] this afternoon. However, the planner in charge made many phone calls, but the victim did not get through, so his logistics came to the victim's home Check.

The logistics guy knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. He lowered his head and saw red liquid flowing out from under the door, so he rushed to report the crime.

"He is a punctual person. Usually he will not be late or early. What time is the time, and he is not bad at all." The logistics boy said, there was not too much sadness in his eyes, but more What is worrying.

"For a performance, you should have a substitute." Su Nian said.

"Ah... yes, yes."

The logistics brother was stung in his mind, and replied in a panic.

"How much do you know about Yang Ming, his personality is used to being a human being, so you can talk as much as you think of it." Xie Qian lit a cigarette, and the smell of blood in the room also made him a little uncomfortable.

"This is my first job. I haven't been here for a long time. I don't know what kind of person he is... But I have heard some from my colleagues." The logistics brother was choking and coughing.

However, Xie Qian did not intend to put out the smoke.

"A colleague said that this person has cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder."

The obsessive-compulsive disorder we talk about in daily life is really a joke. Cleanliness is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and obsessive-compulsive disorder in the true sense has completely affected the normal life of oneself and others.

In abnormal psychology, it can be regarded as a psychological disorder.

"Specifically? Continue." Xie Qian raised his eyebrows, reached for the notebook in the hands of the criminal policeman who was taking notes, and planned to go into battle himself.

"He is a man with no creases on his clothes, no water glasses touched by others, no dust on everything that can be seen in front of his eyes, everything placed in the right place and no crooked, and people who go to other places to perform with him can't live in the same room with him. Yes, there can be no water in the sink, anyway, he lives alone, so it's nothing."

"What about your character and conduct?" Su Nian asked.

"The personality is quite easy-going,...it is said that as long as you love cleanliness and obey the rules, you will be fine."

Su Nian nodded.

"Leave a contact information, and keep your phone connected." Xie Qian said, then returned the notebook to the criminal police next to him, turned around and quickly followed Su Nian.

Xie Qian knew that this kid must have something on his mind.

Su Nian sat on a chair not far away to rest, and slowly closed her eyes.

Indeed, he had a terrifying idea.