Rebirth one way to the north

After Gong Xiaobai sent Wei Yuxuan off, he hurried to the criminal police team to pick up his little nephew, but he was told that the little nephew was taken to the scene of the murder by Captain He, and Gong Xiaobai was so angry that he stood in the criminal police team's office and cursed. G.The faces of the policemen were very ugly, but they all pretended not to hear - although the one who was being scolded was their immediate superior, even if the superior himself was present, he would not treat Gong Xiaobai badly, after all, a minor who was not involved in the case It's a bit unreasonable for people to take people to the scene of a murder.

Just when Gong Xiaobai scolded He Laocuner, the captain had already brought Mo Bei to Chongyang Road.

Seeing the small white building hidden among the weeds, Mo Bei and Xia Duo sighed in unison.

Xiaobailou was Xia Duo's childhood "secret garden". In the basement were hidden the tools he played with the radio. A few years ago, he brought Mo Bei to show off. Unfortunately, because of Mo Bei's claustrophobia, that experience Not too good.In the past two years, there have been relatively few summer visits, but I still regard this place as a private property in my heart.

Mo Bei once wrote Xiaobailou as the background material in a novel, so he and Xia Duo knew which novel this case was imitating.

The lock on the gate had already been broken open, and the lock and iron chain were randomly thrown on the stone pile outside the gate.Mo Bei knelt down and nailed the iron lock for a while before following Helan Mountain.

The building was still gloomy and cold, with sundries everywhere, and the accumulated dust was blown all around by the wind. People who came in subconsciously covered their mouths and noses.The police were investigating the scene. It was unknown whether it was affected by the atmosphere of the scene or because Helan Mountain was too serious. Almost no one spoke, only the sound of footsteps walking back and forth.

The deceased was a thin old man, lying on his back on the stairs leading to the second floor, with his legs together and his arms outstretched, in a posture similar to a cross.His mouth was full of food that he would not have time to chew and swallow, mixed with his own vomit, his abdomen was cut open, and the distended stomach was taken out of the body and placed on the belly.According to the description in Mo Bei's novel, the murderer did this to humiliate the deceased and to expose his uncontrollable ugly desire to others—the desire for gluttony.

He Lanshan noticed the different reactions of the two teenagers after seeing the dead body. Xia Duo looked away several times, his face showing an unbearable expression, his lips were tightly pursed, and his Adam's apple kept moving up and down, obviously trying to restrain his feeling of wanting to vomit—his The response was better than many rookie police officers who saw the corpse for the first time. The little policeman who had been reprimanded by He Lanshan had already run out and vomited.

And Mo Bei's face was almost expressionless. He approached the corpse seriously and carefully, and carefully avoided places where the murderer's footprints and other traces might be left. His attitude was sophisticated and calm, like an experienced old policeman.

"The Seven Deadly Sins." Mo Bei spoke suddenly, startling the nearby policemen who were concentrating on their work.

"Huh? The name of your novel?" He Lanshan quickly came to his senses.

"The seven deadly sins originate from the seven original sins of human nature referred to in Catholic teachings, namely gluttony, greed, laziness, envy, arrogance, lust and anger. In my novel, the murderer calls himself Seraphim and wants to kill him in the dirty He sounded the trumpet in the human world, and let the fiery magma swallow all sinners. He chose seven victims, each representing an original sin, he killed them, and revealed their sins to the world. The last person to die was himself , charged with arrogance."

The story was inspired by the movie of the same name starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman, though the movie won't be released until '95.The murderer in Mo Bei's book actually didn't have any beliefs. He just borrowed religious themes to cover up the purpose of killing, which is the so-called hiding a leaf in the forest.What he really wants to kill is the person who died because of the crime of "anger", and the other people are just chosen based on the sense of justice of "doing justice for the sky" to confuse the police's sight.

"The place where the murderer commits suicide in the novel is in Xiaobailou, a place that is completely contrary to his neat and refined habits, symbolizing the murderer's self-spite. The corpse of the victim who died of overeating is in the freezer of the meat factory It was found. In addition, the victim was a tall and strong middle-aged man."

Asking a policeman for an evidence bag to put on his hand, Mo Bei carefully held up one of the deceased's hands and looked at it. The skin was rough and dark, with deep lines, old burns and cuts, and several small spots. Fresh scratches, black mud hidden in the nails.He opened his stomach bag again and looked at the wound below.In fact, without looking too closely, almost everyone present could identify the identity of the deceased—a poor old man who scavenged waste, and his poverty was as invisible as his filth.

"The victims in the previous two cases tried their best to be close to the characters in the novel, but everyone can see that the victim in this case is not strong. As for gluttony, how rich can an old man who scavenges in food be? What about his choice? What's more, he's still so thin and dry."

Mo Bei raised his head and motioned He Lanshan to look at the bottom of the stairs above, where a line of crooked writing was carved with a sharp hard object: Human beings are born with original sin.

If it is in the position of the deceased, it happens to be the end of the deceased's line of sight.

"A poor imitation." Mo Bei said.

Walking out of the small white building, breathing in the fresh air, He Lanshan thought about it and said: "If the murderer is Zheng Dong, he may not be able to commit a crime against a tall and strong adult man with his physical strength, so we can only choose a man who has no resistance. elder."

Xia Duo took a bottle of mineral water from nowhere, and was vigorously washing Mo Bei's hands, without raising his head, he said, "But in that case, he wouldn't be considered a fanatical admirer of North Latitude 37."

"Oh?" He Lanshan looked at Xia Duo with great interest, "Why do you say that?"

Xia Duo said: "Judging from the previous two cases, it can be said that the murderer was imitating the plots in the novels in all seriousness. From the choice of the victim to the location of the incident, they are very close to the descriptions in the novels. But in this case, Although it is also imitating, it gives me a paradoxical feeling.”

"Plausible?" He Lanshan pondered.

Due to economic, belief, social system and other reasons, major murders in this era are often fierce and cruel, but few or none of them can be related to the form of perverted killers.

Although people later learned through Western film and television works, there is still a kind of perverted person in this world who can get pleasure from the act of killing, and even has a distinctive killing ceremony.

However, in the early 90s, even police elites like He Lanshan had almost no exposure to similar serial cases of perverted killers. Of course, they didn't know much about such murderers.

If we only investigate the case based on the knowledge of ordinary murderers, there will obviously be biased deficiencies.

What Mo Bei is doing now is actually explaining to He Lanshan the incredible behavior of the murderer.

The wind with water vapor blows over the half-waist-high grass, looking out of focus, the wilderness has rendered a shallow vibrant green.The spring in the clouds always comes very late and very short. Sometimes it has already come, but you have to take a step back arrogantly, and let the last snow kiss the earth with nostalgia.

Now the low gray clouds in the sky, it is really hard to tell whether it will bring drizzle or light snow.

Mo Bei didn't wear much, so he couldn't help shivering when the wind blew.Xia Duo took off his coat and put it on for him. The sleeves had to be folded twice to reveal his hands. Mo Bei didn't care, and flicked his hands as water sleeves to play with.He walked among the vines and wild grass, his immature and beautiful face was as fresh as the looming spring green.

"In other words, the murderer in this case is not the same person as the murderer in the previous two cases?" He Lanshan frowned. If this is the case, the case will be more complicated.

Mo Bei looked back and smiled: "Didn't you say that many people already know the circumstances of the first two cases? If someone wants to cover up his crime and blame the murderer of the first two cases, the best way is not Is it also to arrange the murder scene according to the plot of the novel?"

"Why are you so sure that the murderer this time is not the same person as before?" He Lanshan still felt doubtful.

"The meticulous imitation of the previous two cases can be said to be the murderer paying tribute to the author, so in the plot of the novel, the victim is a freshman girl, so he would not choose a sophomore; in the novel, the victim was drowned, he He would not choose strangulation, assassination, or poisoning, even if it would make it easier for him to commit crimes. If it is different from the plot in the novel, it will make him feel very uncomfortable, and he will not be able to control the need to correct the crime. Make a mistake to achieve 100% perfect reproduction. If the reproduction is not like, or like in this case, it is not a tribute but an insult to him. Parody killing is to him, Probably as abominable as a heretic who must be burned."

As he said that, Mo Bei bent down and picked a lovely little yellow grass flower. With a twist of his fingers, the little grass flower fell lightly in a dancing posture. "Compared to this, I'm actually more curious about how Zheng Dong thought of killing people. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who dares to put his fantasies into practice."

His voice was too low, and He Lanshan couldn't hear him with such good hearing. When he asked, Mo Bei said back to the current case: "My opinion is that the murderer in the Xiaobailou case is very likely People who were very familiar with the deceased, such as people who often scavenge or collect garbage together, or... are his relatives. There may be two murderers, one is stronger, and can easily use simple tools to lock the chain Smashed it, but another person with less physical strength is the mastermind. Well, yes, a guy who thinks he is smart and has a strong desire to control."

The little policeman who almost vomited out his gallbladder stared at Mo Bei dissatisfiedly, and whispered to He Lanshan: "Captain He, is there something wrong with this kid? Look at him like that, that relaxed energy, my God, dare you not here?" The scene of the murder, is this a park?"

As if he didn't hear him, Mo Bei asked He Lanshan, "Who is the reporter?"

Before He Lanshan could ask this question, he turned to look at the little policeman. The little policeman was stunned for a moment, and quickly reported: "The reporter is called Fan Gensheng. He is a worker in a nearby factory. His home is not far from here. He said that the pigs he raised at home came from the pen. He jumped out, he chased all the way here, saw the door of the small white building was open, he went in to take a look out of curiosity, and found the dead body, he was terrified."

"How old is Fan Gensheng? What does he look like?" Mo Bei asked.

The little policeman took a look at He Lanshan, and replied with a not-so-good attitude: "36, seven years old, five big and three thick, and a head taller than me. Why do you ask this?"

"Is he left-handed?"

The little policeman rolled his eyes: "How would I know."

He Lanshan glared at him: "Observation! Details! How do I usually teach you?"

The little policeman rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, and said, "I remembered, when I asked him to sign the record, he wrote it with his left hand!"

He Lanshan sighed involuntarily, he had to think about such an obvious behavior for a long time, it really made him as a master feel ashamed.However, when the little policeman confirmed that Fan Gensheng was left-handed, He Lanshan understood the intention of Mo Bei's question - he also roughly checked the wounds of the corpse just now. Although he is not a forensic doctor, he has his own way of being a policeman for many years From the observation method, judging from the cutting angle and focus of the wound, the murderer is likely to be good at using his left hand.

Mo Bei smiled at He Lanshan: "Check this person out, maybe there will be surprises."

He Lanshan also smiled, this young talent really brought him many "surprises".

"Captain He, there is a small door behind the stairs. It was blocked by a broken sofa. The lock on the door looks quite new." Another policeman ran out to report.

He Lanshan cheered up, thinking he had a new clue, and said, "Pick the lock."

Xia Duo took out a key and shook it: "Oh, do you want to go in and visit?"

He Lanshan: "..."