my suspect

8. Plastic surgery kills people these days

The buildings in Fu'an Lane are quite messy. There are small high-rise buildings with six or seven floors, and small single-family buildings with one or two floors. The high-rises have a history of 20 years. Although developers are coveting this good land in the midst of hustle and bustle, the cost of acquiring the land is really too high. The same is true for Fuping Lane next door, but Funing Lane has been It is a commercial block, but the planning is more neat.

Lin Ze's home, No. 11 Fu'an Lane, is a small courtyard of several bungalows. There is a little lion covered with moss squatting at the entrance of the small courtyard.

There are four families living in the small courtyard, one of which is the landlord's family, and the other three are tenants. Lin Ze has been renting here for the longest time, and the landlord's family also regards Lin Ze as half of the family. , It’s been a few years since the rent has not been raised, but Lin Ze himself is embarrassed, and from time to time he will help the landlord’s old mother who suffers from back pain to do massage.

When I returned home, it was already dark, the yard was noisy, there was some dim light in front of my eyes, and there was a smell of burnt barbecue.

Lin Ze groped for the door frame and stepped in, and then walked to his room along the familiar route. With a sound of "clang", Lin Ze almost tripped, and someone helped him while staggering.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lin Ze, are you okay? Hey, how can you put things in disorder? Quick, clean up," the person who supported Lin Ze hurriedly apologized, "Lin Ze, I'm sorry, some friends Barbecuing in the yard, I didn't pay attention, hey, have you had dinner? How about together? Today is a friend's birthday, let's have fun together? "

"Thank you, I've eaten," Lin Ze heard the voices in the yard, there were indeed a few unfamiliar voices, "Mr. Fang, thank you, I'll go back first."

"Hey, what's going on with your head?" Fang Yiping stretched out his hand, Lin Ze leaned back slightly to avoid it, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked on the door today, Mr. Fang, your friend is waiting for you, so I won't disturb you."

Fang Yiping seemed to understand this neighbor's quiet temper, "All right, I'll take you there, the yard is a bit messy today."

Lin Ze lowered his eyes, "Well, Mr. Fang will be troubled."

Fang Yiping shook his head, "They're all neighbors, and they're so polite, Lin Ze, why don't you come over and have something to eat together?"

"No need," Lin Ze walked forward by himself, Fang Yiping hurriedly supported him, bypassed some obstacles that should not be placed in the aisle, and sent him to the door of the room, Lin Ze took out the key, opened the door, Turning around and saying again, "Thank you."

Pushing the door open, closing the door gently, and touching the switch beside the door.

The warm and bright lights in the house came on.

"Hey, Lao Fang, is he the one you mentioned to be a pity?"

"Strange, why does a blind man still light a lamp?"

"Shut up, you guys." Fang Yiping glanced carefully at the closed door, "I like it, what's bothering you? Even eating meat can't stop your mouth."

"Hey, don't tell me, Lao Fang, this person is really suitable for shooting your subject. A pair of beautiful and normal eyes are invisible decorations, which will make people feel sympathetic..."

"Okay, Li Dazui, don't talk nonsense, I never thought about it," Fang Yiping sat down, picked up a bottle of beer, and knocked on the bottle of Li Dazui who had just spoken, "Everyone has their own No one should be curious about other people's stories."

"It's Lao Fang after all, so you can live well." Li Dazui knocked back the beer bottle, turned his head and said to the others: "Brothers, let's go together? I wish our Liu Xiaobao's children's shoes successfully pass the [-]th hurdle , From then on, I entered the army of leftover men, homeless and jobless, and a few brothers gathered together to order a goddess with the same style as the goddess in your mind, which is enough loyalty..."

"Fuck you! Li Dazui, you should keep it for yourself, and I, Liu #晓#波, not Liu Xiaobao!"

"Hey, Xiaobao, come on, I'll go with you..."

Fang Yiping in the yard is Lin Ze's neighbor. He moved here two years later than Lin Ze. I heard that he set up a photography studio. He is actually not very old, only in his early thirties. I heard him talk about it when he was chatting. , his hometown is Inner Mongolia, and he has always been curious about the south, so he was admitted to Yuncheng by university, but he couldn't leave after he came here. He likes the beautiful mountains and rivers here, so he found a city building after graduation. After working for a few years, he decided to come out and do it himself. After resigning, he traveled to various places for half a year, and then he returned to his original unit and set up a studio after he came back. The customer's list, and the other is to shoot some literary themes that I like, submit online and receive orders, and the business is still passable.

He is a host who goes out late and comes back late, and he basically doesn't fire at home. This kind of tenant is the most welcome by the landlord, so occasionally there is a noisy party, and the landlord will not intervene. In addition, Fang Yiping is quite good at life and work. Yes, occasionally the landlord will also participate, and listen to what these people who claim to have one foot in the literary and art circles and one foot in the public office are talking about.

Lin Ze basically leaves early and returns early, unless it is his turn to be on the night shift, so he rests in the shop. Shuning Hall is open 24 hours a day, and Lin Ze works the most morning shifts from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm , mainly because he rents a house by himself, unlike other masseuses in the shop, most of them live in the collective dormitory next to Shu Ning Hall.

So he and Fang Yiping rarely meet each other, and even if they meet, at most they just say hello, there is nothing to talk about, even if the weather is good today, it makes no difference to Lin Ze whether the sky is blue or gray.

Lin Ze stood behind the door, staring stubbornly at the direction of the light. There was a fixed halo in front of his eyes that would make him feel relaxed. The curtains in his room were all thickened so that he could keep a desk lamp when he slept at night. Think he's weird at the bedside without being seen.

The furnishings in the house are very simple. There is no sofa, just a table and a chair, which are used as both a desk and a dining table. There is nothing in the kitchen area. There is an induction cooker and a multi-functional electric pressure cooker. It looks quite new, so it is obvious The owner of this house rarely touches oil fume.

A bed about 1.5 meters wide and narrow is placed in the innermost position. On the wall opposite the bed is an 18-inch TV that is rarely seen in the market now. Lin Ze walked over and turned on the TV. What program is playing on the TV? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you listen or not, Lin Ze just wants some movement in the room.

Taking out a notebook, a pen, and a ruler in the small cabinet under the TV, Lin Ze went back to the living room and sat down at the desk, opened the marked notebook, fumbled for the edge of the notebook and pressed the ruler on it , and then start writing along the edge of the ruler. After writing a line, move the ruler down by one finger, and then write along the edge.

Lin Ze has never learned Braille, and he doesn't think he needs to learn it. Although he can't read the diary written in this way, he doesn't need to read it either. Everything is clearly engraved in his mind. Write it down, just find someone to talk to.

Friday, May 2016, 5, with sun.

Ominous day for the west.

The man had the breath of death again.

It was cold, as cold as being soaked in ice water, and I saw myself.

There is a lively human world outside the house, and here, there are only unwanted souls, let's continue to live, otherwise what else can we do?

Many lights in the building of Yuncheng Public Security Bureau were extinguished, but there were also many people on duty working overtime. The doorman Lao Dengtou once again looked at the gate, put away the small bottle of wine on the table in displeasure, and whispered scolded:

"This bastard, let my old man's pigeons go again, it will be difficult to go out next time!"

Gu Jun felt his nose itchy, stretched out his hands to rub it, then put down his hands, tapped his fingers on the table and looked at Zheng Bin deliberating: "The first time I went to the scene, everyone was busy collecting evidence. When I went again in the afternoon, the footprints of the two informants had been ruled out. I walked carefully along the footprints that might have been left by the criminal, trying to figure out his behavior and behavior from the perspective of the criminal. I found that the criminal was not He didn't throw the corpse in a panic. He stayed at the scene for a long time, and even watched or contacted the victim again. I found half a deep footprint at the scene. From the perspective of the force of the footprint, it was The criminal stepped on the marks when he squatted down, and the position where he squatted happened to be the position of the victim's left hand. What was he going to do? Also, the edges of the footprints around the victim were somewhat unclear and slightly deeper than other places. Either this was done on purpose by the criminal, or it was caused by the soft soil where the victim was lying. Judging from the footprints left in the warehouse, the criminal didn't care about being found, so maybe there is another explanation , there were water marks on the victim's body that soaked the surrounding soil, but although the weather in Yuncheng has not been good these days, it has never rained. If the victim had been refrigerated, then the time of her death could not be It was inferred based on the normal time, and the victim's missing ring finger was probably cut off in the warehouse. When seeing the victim for the first time, the first thing that would come to mind when seeing the ring finger being cut off was that the criminal was trying to rob Taking the victim's ring is a robbery, but if my suspicions are true, then this case is not an ordinary impulsive homicide, but a premeditated murder."

"Go ahead," Zheng Bin also leaned on the desk, with a flash of reluctant appreciation in his eyes, "See if you can steal my brother's job."

"I want to know if this victim has ever been sexually assaulted? And when was her left ring finger cut off?"

"As you guessed, the victim's fingers were cut in a state of blood coagulation. Judging from the food left in the stomach, the victim's death time was at least more than a week. The cause of death was suffocation, frozen and then thawed, and the corpse was decomposed. The speed will increase, which is why there are adult maggots only when there are corpse spots..."

"Stop!" Gu Jun frowned and looked at Zheng Bin, "Can you stop describing it in such detail?"

Zheng Bin shrugged and spread his hands, "Okay, she has never been sexually assaulted, and there is no other scar on her body except the ring finger. From her mouth and nose, she found small fluff, which should come from duck down or some fluff products. The victim I had my teeth extracted two months ago, my nose had plastic surgery, my eyebrows were tattooed, my double eyelids were cut, my chin was padded, and my mandible was ground. As for the prostheses that may exist in other parts of my body, I haven’t had time to check , and these were basically completed within the past six months..."

"..." Gu Jun's eyes blurred, "In other words, if the victim is still alive, her parents might not recognize her either?!"

Zheng Bin looked at his junior with some sympathy, and nodded gloatingly, "You have to check her dental records, maybe you can get the right number, and I have good news for you as a friend, the victim's teeth are real."