part-time profiler

Laoqian has been making cakes all his life, and at the age of 60, he has a full house of children and grandchildren, and his children have their own families and businesses, and Laoqian is still making cakes.

He almost made this matter his lifelong career.

No matter the weather is fine or raining, Lao Qian will ride his small tricycle, humming a little song, bathing in the morning light, crunching and going to the market to sell hair cakes.

He has made a name for himself, and many customers are repeat customers. As soon as they hear the bell of the tricycle, they know that the old money from selling fat cakes has come.

This morning was no exception, Ningbei in summer was as hot as a big steamer.

Today is a cool and fine day. It rained two days ago, and the rain in the sky did not stop. Thick clouds spread out, covering the scorching sun.

In the early morning, the sun did not wake up, and the coolness fell on the tip of the grass and the veins of the grass, and fell on the body of Lao Qian who had worked hard all his life. He rode a tricycle and drove through the deserted concrete street.

There is a small river and a stone bridge in front of it. It has been repaired for many years. Last year, the local government allocated funds to repair it. However, people still pee under the bridge from time to time, so that passing by can smell a smell of urine.

Even the most naughty children think it stinks and refuse to come here to play.

Old Qian smelled a bad smell from a distance, he raised his eyes and glanced, there was a person crooked under the bridge.

Old Qian squinted his eyes, and his long hair was messily scattered on the lawn, as if... She was a woman without clothes!

The warm-hearted old Qian said: "Girl, what are you doing lying there, it's so dirty!"

The girl didn't respond, Lao Qian parked the tricycle on the side of the road, slid down the slope on the left side of the stone bridge, almost fell, he supported the pier, looked closely, almost had a heart attack.

That woman, to be more precise, a female corpse, died with unsatisfactory eyes, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

She was face up, naked, her corpse was horrible, her stomach was torn open in the middle, her intestines flowed out, her chest was cut off, and her whole body was covered with animal claw marks, especially concentrated on the neck, chest, and thighs.

And the little finger of her left hand was cut off at the root, exposing the pale phalanx, and the little finger disappeared.

"Oh my god..." Lao Qian fell to the ground and yelled at the passers-by in horror: "Wolf kills—"

·

He Wei was eating melon seeds while reading a small magazine on the side of the road. Liu Bin passed by with a wolfberry water, bent down and asked, "What are you looking at, so focused?"

He Wei was startled, he patted his heart, took Liu Bin's cup, drank heavily, and said, "It's nothing, Stories Exchange."

"Oh." Liu Bin put his elbows on his shoulders, looked past He Wei, and stared at the pages of his book.

The title is astonishingly: He fell into the pack of wolves since he was a child, but was raised by a she-wolf.

Liu Bin: "..."

He patted He Wei on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "How old are you, don't look at such childish things, is it feasible?"

"Hey, it's a story." He Wei said seriously, "The she-wolf raised this man and grew claws and fangs. What a natural tool for crimes, don't you think?"

Liu Bin: "...you have handled too many cases."

He Wei patted his little face, Liu Bin kicked his calf, turned around and went to the water dispenser to get water to drink.

Yan Yan was staring at the phone screen in a daze, Shen Jia was shopping on Taobao, Zhang Ke hadn't finished watching the last short movie, and was watching it.

Only Comrade Xiao Liu, the people's policeman, ran into the office conscientiously, supporting Yan Yan's desk, with a particularly ugly face, as if he had swallowed three rotten eggs raw.

"Boss, something happened." Liu Bin said concisely.

Yesterday morning in Jian'an County, our city, a female body was found. The informant, Qian Guohua, 57 years old, usually sells cakes at the market in Jian'an County. At around [-]:[-] in the morning, Qian Guohua rode a three-wheeler to the market. When she found the woman's body, she called the police.

It stands to reason that for homicide cases with no more than three people, the preliminary investigation is usually completed by the jurisdictional bureau and criminal police brigade, but this case is different.

The sub-bureau directly reported to the city bureau and let the city bureau handle it.

"Four years ago, the same case happened in our city." Zhang Ke called up the information, gasped as he looked at the woman who died horribly on the screen, "Brother Yan hadn't come to Ningbei at that time. supervised by myself.”

"Have you caught the murderer?" Yan Yan asked.

The silence of the crowd answered him.

Zhang Ke sniffed: "No. Four years ago, five women engaged in illegal underground prostitution died, and their bodies were thrown in hotels, garbage trucks, back alleys of bars, and riverside parks."

Zheng Lin's memory of the case four years ago was still fresh, and he couldn't help being horrified: "It's similar to Qian Guohua's report. The female corpse died in a terrible state. There was no intact part of her body. Her chest was cut off, and her intestines were pierced and rotten."

"The most important thing is," Shen Jia clasped her arms tightly, pressed against the wall, and gritted her teeth, "they all have scratches and bite marks on their bodies."

Yan Yan glanced back at her, Zheng Lin shook his head, walked to Shen Jia's side, and persuaded her: "Go and rest for a while."

Shen Jia shook her head, Zheng Lin was worried, and patted her on the shoulder.

Xiao Liu squeezed in and said: "The sub-bureau immediately dispatched the police after receiving the report. When it found that it was highly overlapped with a major unsolved case four years ago, it immediately reported it to the Municipal Bureau. Bureau Zhao already knew about it. This was a thorn in his heart. Captain Yan, if this case is not solved, Director Zhao may feel uneasy when he retires."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, before Xiao Liu finished speaking, Zhao Ju walked in with raised eyebrows.

Director Zhao glanced at Xiao Liu, who lowered his head and sighed.

Yan Yan looked at Director Zhao, and Director Zhao said in a deep voice: "Four years ago, five people died in this case. We are useless and unable to solve the case. Comrades, it's all because I am incompetent, unable to solve the case, and unable to return the victims. A clean one."

Zhao Chuan's brows twisted into the word Chuan, and he blamed himself very much: "Four years later, the murderer committed another crime. He not only trampled on the law and disregarded human life, but also sneered at the incompetence of our public security department."

Everyone looked serious and focused on Zhao Ju.

"This time," Zhao Chuan said earnestly, sonorously, "it must be successful!"

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Xiao Liu received the message and went out for a trip. When he came back with the faxed and printed materials, Director Zhao had already left.

Except for Yan Yan, everyone else had solemn expressions.

Everyone in the criminal police detachment knew how powerless they were when faced with that case four years ago.

The victims are all women from the red-light district, and most of them have tragic backgrounds, otherwise they would not have sold their bodies.

Unlike high-class prostitutes, they are of low status and are generally older. They survive in the cracks of society, and no one even knows when they disappear.

When the crime happened four years ago, the naked female corpse appeared at the scene of the dumping of the corpse. If it wasn't for a coincidence, the hotel owner happened to know one of them, and the police couldn't even identify the victim.

"Actually, there were some clues later." Zheng Lin frowned: "It was Director Zhao who went to investigate alone."

"And then?" Yan Yan asked: "Why didn't it be found out, and it has been hanging?"

Zheng Lin looked at him, with doubts on his face, and said, "I don't know, the superiors say they can't investigate, and the clues are not enough, this case is hanging there, and it has become a thorn in Director Zhao's heart."

"Are you sure it's the same murderer?"

Zheng Lin twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded: "It should be. Or, the same wolf. You can tell from the autopsy report. We suspect that the murderer trained wild animals to attack the victim, otherwise the scratch marks on the victim would not be explained."

Xiao Liu handed the preliminary autopsy results to Yan Yan, pointed to the report and said, "It's almost exactly the same as four years ago. Even forensic doctor Lin asked if it was the werewolf case."

The autopsy reports are all technical terms. In simple terms, the victim’s vagina was torn|torn, suffered abuse before death, had symptoms of sexual asphyxiation, died of hemorrhagic shock, had signs of binding on both hands and feet, and the victim was tortured alive before his death. Cut open, disembowelled, and the uterus removed.

Except for Yan Yan, the others don't need to read, they all know what is written.

Zheng Lin lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "In the 20th century, there was a famous murder case in the history of Whitechapel in the East End of London. The victims were all low-level gangsters. Their stomachs were disembowelled and their wombs were taken away. The murderer was called Jack the Ripper."

Zhang Ke was sitting in the office chair, clicking the mouse on the desktop. Zheng Lin's words brought back uneasy memories for several people.

"The only difference is," Zheng Lin took a breath, "these six cases, the scratches, bite marks, and examination of the body extracts, all show that the murderer may be..." Zheng Lin paused, probably thinking that it was ridiculous , he said, "Probably a wolf, or...a werewolf."

Everyone was silent. Although it was absurd, they all seemed to believe in this possibility.

Yan Yan stared at the report without speaking.

The female corpse was missing the little finger of her left hand, her uterus was missing, and animal fur was found on her body.

Judging from the autopsy results given by the forensic doctor, it was a ferocious wild wolf that brutally violated the victim, and then used sharp teeth and claws to tear open the victim's abdomen and take away the uterus.

Yan Yan finished flipping through the autopsy report, closed it, and asked, "Four years ago, were all five cases like this?"

"what?"

Yan Yan frowned: "No semen was detected, and there is no DNA information of anyone other than the victim."

"That is to say," Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd, "the victims' corpses have been carefully cleaned up, and all the blood has been drained from their bodies."

Yes, five cases four years ago, plus yesterday's case, when the six victims were found, the surface was very clean, without any blood, and their blood had been drained.

In other words, the killer cleaned them up.

How could a wolf clean up the corpse?

The murderer can only be human.

But the key point is, if the murderer is a human being, how do we explain the beast bite marks on the corpse? The murderer trained wolves to abuse the victim?Or, is the murderer really a werewolf?

"We call him... Jack the Ripper Wolf." Zhang Ke said quietly.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the big office might be a little low, and for a while, everyone felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Yan Yan rolled up the files, knocked on Zhang Ke's head, turned and walked out of the big office: "I'll go to the reference room to look for files, what should you do?"

Why did Liu Bin go to take over the trace inspection work at the crime scene, and Zheng Lin and Shen Jia followed them to the scene.

Zhang Ke and Xiao Liu then waited for the victim's identity investigation from the sub-bureau.

Yan Yan returned to the big office with the file of the werewolf case four years ago.

Xiao Liu hurried in: "Boss, news came from the sub-bureau that the visiting police found a friend of the deceased and confirmed the identity of the deceased. He was indeed a prostitute in a footwashing shop in a red-light district."

The deceased, female, Wang Juan, 32 years old, married and divorced, non-local, worked in a footwash shop in the red light district for four years.

The last time Wang Juan's friends saw her was three days before her body was found.

Yan Yan spread out the files. This was the first major serial murder case since he took office.