Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

Officer Gao parked his car outside a certain neighborhood.

This is already the edge of the east of the city, near the junction with the west of the city. Not long after entering the community, you can see that the residential buildings near the east gate are surrounded by a cordon.

Most of the busy police and forensic doctors who come and go are unfamiliar faces.

Someone noticed that Officer Gao brought a young man over, and he frowned disapprovingly.

"Xiao Gao, what did you bring him here for?"

"He is an eyewitness." Officer Gao replied, "Bring him to identify the victim's belongings, maybe there will be new discoveries. Team Liang has already agreed."

The policeman swallowed the questioning words back.

"Be prepared mentally before going in." He finally reminded.

Officer Gao opened the cordon to signal Lin Jianqiu to go upstairs first.

The victim lived on the third floor. After the incident, everyone in the building was in a panic. They felt that the serial killer must be making a comeback again, so they all moved out of the building immediately.

If you can afford it, you will go to the house of your relatives or friends. No matter how bad you are, you would rather go out to rent a house and live in a hotel.

So the whole building was empty at this time.

"According to the current investigation results, the victim was killed between nine o'clock and eleven o'clock the night before. At around five o'clock this morning, the residents on the fourth floor came back from the night shift. The elevator was broken and they passed by the door on the third floor. ,? Smelled blood,? Knocked on the door and no one answered, so I called the police."

When the police opened the door and went in, the first thing they saw was a dead body.

"The first one to go in in the morning was the new policeman from the nearby police station. After coming down, he vomited outside for an hour. At this time, he was probably still hanging water in the hospital."

Officer Gao was also reminding Lin Jianqiu that the scene of the crime was tragic.

"Although the corpse has been moved away,? But other traces remain the same for the time being—let me just remind you, don't mess around with things after entering. If you feel uncomfortable, you can come out first."

After the reminder was in place, Officer Gao opened the door.

The first thing to see is the blood sprayed on the wall, and a pattern drawn with blood-like paint, which is exactly the same as the one painted on the wall in the previous serial murders.

There are huge eyes embedded in the five fingers, staring straight at the direction of the door.

When a pair goes up, it makes people feel hairy.

It was even more frightening to think that it might have been painted with human blood.

There was also spray-like blood stains under the eyes of the palms, which sprayed from the wall to the dining table next to it, and even part of the back of the door was stained. The scope was wide enough to imagine how tragic the victim's death was.

No wonder the people below reminded him to be mentally prepared.

Lin Jianqiu stared at that eye in a daze.

Officer Gao looked at his expression, and Lin Jianqiu frowned slightly, obviously feeling uncomfortable with the situation in front of him, but it was definitely not fear or nausea.

It's more like he's conflicted about the fact that "there was a murder" itself.

Lin Jianqiu looked away.

"The murderer is not the same person." He quickly deduced it.

Officer Gao did not comment, and asked him ambiguously: "How do you say?"

"The painting. It was not made by the same person. Although the previous one was just a poor imitation, but now this one is too deliberate, and it is even more obvious."

"The paintings in the serial case are all done in one go. They should have been practiced in private for a long time. There are obviously many lines that are repeated."

Lin Jianqiu put his hands in his pockets and just looked around with his eyes.

"This victim was clearly struggling."

Not to mention the wide range of blood spattering, there are broken cups and bowls and wine bottles on the ground. Judging from the location distribution, it looks more like they were thrown down when they were struggling.

The murderers of the previous serial case were all fatal in one blow.

Lin Jianqiu finally swept around the house.

"The object of choice is also different."

"Those who can live in this community will not be too far apart in class. At least this victim should not be that prominent target."

This community is a new type of community. The houses have a lot of space, and it is close to shopping malls and schools.

The serial murders all happened in the old city. Many people at the bottom of the society live in the same dilapidated house, but at the same time, there are also sporadic "locals" who live well. They own countless properties, and the level of wealth varies greatly.

Those "rich people" who are distributed among the poor are the main targets of the murderer.

Officer Gao reminded: "In the previous serial cases, there were two people who were not rich, but both had conflicts with the murderer."

In other words, there may also be personal enmity.

"You think it's the same person?"

"No, it's just a possibility." Officer Gao said, "After our internal discussion, we are more inclined to imitate the crime, but just in case, we still need to confirm it further."

"So do you think that the victim and the murderer had a conflict somewhere and I happened to see it and asked me to identify it?" Lin Jianqiu asked.

Officer Gao dug out the victim's photo.

The life photo I found from a private album shows a middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing glasses, slightly fatter, but also faintly bookish.

The date in the corner of the photo is the end of last year.

"His surname is Dai, do you have any impression of him?"

"A little familiar."

"Yesterday morning, he went to the shopping mall in the west of the city, the one near Qiyun Road. I heard that you worked near there recently."

"And the surveillance at the entrance of the mall did indeed capture you and him passing by at the same time."

"It's him..."

Lin Jianqiu finally remembered.

He has a very good memory, but it is not enough to keep every ordinary passer-by in his mind all the time.

Mr. Dai, who was still alive and kicking, didn't impress him deeply, probably because he didn't have any obvious signs on his body.

No one would have thought that such an ordinary and ordinary middle-aged man would lose his life that night.

"If you're asking about the part I saw, he didn't argue with anyone, at most he pushed the cashier."

"The cashier is a short-term worker under the age of 20, and his height is only about 1.5 meters." The possibility of being the murderer is extremely slim.

"However, if you just want to ask me this, you can tell me directly on the phone."

Lin Jianqiu paused, and asked, "You asked me to come here on purpose, is there anything else?"

"Let's count it as my personal selfishness." Officer Gao said, "As long as the case can be solved as soon as possible, it is appropriate to make every possible effort and attempt."

"Ok?"

"Frankly, it just happened to be there for that reason. I want to hear your thoughts."

newspaper.

Li Chengxin hurried in and went upstairs, while pressing the elevator, he lowered his head to check Lin Jianqiu's phone.

She was called back temporarily.

The newspaper office received the news that there were breaking news, and other reporters have already heard the news.

In order to avoid the spread of rumors, the parties concerned directly contacted the newspaper office, authorizing and inviting them to follow up on the official progress.

Recently, the experienced seniors in the newspaper office were either sick and recuperating, or were on a business trip, things just happened to happen together.

There are not many newcomers who can stand alone.

There was only one Li Chengxin who hadn't left yet.

This temporary task naturally fell on her shoulders again.

Colleagues in the same period will be back soon, Li Chengxin only needs to make a preliminary visit, and do a handover at night, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

But Li Chengxin wouldn't be perfunctory because of this, and rushed over immediately after receiving the call.

Before the call to Lin Jianqiu was made, Li Chengxin received a call from a colleague from the newspaper office.

"I've already contacted him and got a general understanding of the situation. It's a murder case."

"It has something to do with the serial murder case that was just solved not long ago. The specific situation may not be explained until there."

"The president said that you don't have to come to the newspaper to report anymore, just go to the scene directly, the address is given, it's in the Kaiyun Community in the east of the city."

"Ding Dong" sound.

I received a text message on my mobile phone, which was an address from a colleague.

Without hesitation, Li Cheng immediately turned around and walked out of the newspaper office. After hanging up the phone, she directly called the intern who followed her recently.

"Come to the east of the city."

"There are new cases that need follow-up reports."

Outside the community, in a restaurant.

Officer Gao ordered two set meals, and when he walked back to his seat with the receipt, he saw Lin Jianqiu staring out the window in a daze.

But he soon realized that there was someone standing in front of him.

"Officer Gao, it cost you money." Lin Jianqiu said politely, but he didn't look embarrassed at all, "But is it okay to come out for dinner during working hours?"

"No matter how serious the case is, you still have to eat." Officer Gao replied calmly, "And some witnesses have mentioned that the victim often ate at this restaurant before his death."

The boss has already been interrogated by the police for a round, but nothing has been gained.

Officer Gao: "Boss and some regular customers say that the victim is a good-natured person with a soft temper and even a little cowardice. He never conflicts with others, but he is very empathetic and willing to take the initiative to help those who deceived him."

Lin Jianqiu: "It sounds like a saint."

Officer Gao: "Almost, many of the witnesses we have contacted say so."

The waiter first brought tea and side dishes.

None of them are delicate and good things, and the walls of the teacups are still stained with unwashed vegetable leaves.

This was originally a home-cooked restaurant opened by the boss himself, and the waiters were their distant relatives.

Lin Jianqiu twirled the cup, a little curious: "Mr. Dai can't cook?"

Officer Gao replied: "It is said that he is just busy. Although most of the time he is busy with other people's affairs, his wife is very dissatisfied with him because of this, thinking that he puts all his thoughts on other people's homes, but cares about himself. He didn't care about the family affairs, and in the end he took his daughter to divorce and returned to his mother's family in a fit of anger."

Lin Jianqiu: "Then they..."

Police Officer Gao: "I heard that his wife never forgave him, and we haven't seen each other for three years. We contacted his wife's parents in the morning and said that his wife went to her daughter's school, and the teacher called the parents. They don't know the reason for the death of the deceased. information."

The victim has been living alone since the divorce. This is the testimony of the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

They're just chit chatting, trying to expand their knowledge of the victim's background.

Some information is not so important, but many times the key clues are hidden in the details that are easily overlooked.

The waiter brought the plates and served them one by one, and the two stopped talking.

"Your food is ready, please use it slowly."

The waiter corrected the receipt, turned around and was stopped by the person who had just entered.

"Waiter, bring me a bowl of Da Pai Noodles and two more marinated eggs, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The young man came in panting with bags and bags, and sat down at the door, tugging at the collar and panting.

After resting for a while, the man picked up the things on the ground again, put them on the stool next to him, and took out the small ticket to compare the things.

He probably just came out of the supermarket.

The bag with the supermarket logo is full of tissues, milk powder, feeding bottles, and a small rattle can be vaguely seen.

Obviously this is a new baby dad.

But it is also a new face.

It is impossible for everyone who appeared within a five-mile radius of the crime scene to be involved in the murder.

Officer Gao glanced at Lin Jianqiu and asked, "Do you know him?"

Lin Jianqiu was still staring at the man.

—actually staring at the bag.

He just shook his head subconsciously when he heard the words, and he didn't know that man either.

"Then let's eat first, I have something to ask for your help after eating..."

"Is that bag full of milk powder?" Lin Jianqiu asked suddenly.

He pointed to the shopping bag on the man's desk.

There is a colorful package inside, because the front is facing up, so the words can be read clearly, it is infant milk powder.

"There are many similar packages." Officer Gao paused, "Is there any problem?"

"I remember Mr. Dai bought something in a package like this."

"Perhaps he also wants to drink some milk for nutrition?"

"He also bought a lot of colorful things. I didn't pay much attention to them, but now that I think about it, they are probably toys."

"When I was passing there, I heard something like a bell."

Men of this age still have a childlike innocence, after all, it is a minority.

Officer Gao frowned slightly: "It should be a toy bought for his daughter... It was a little strange that he went to the shopping mall in the west of the city, but if he went to see his daughter by the way, it would be quite logical."

Lin Jianqiu asked, "What about his daughter?"

Officer Gao replied, "It should be at school."

Lin Jianqiu continued: "There is nothing related to his daughter at home, except for the photos in the album in the cabinet, toys, milk powder, souvenirs, notepads... nothing."

He finally asked word by word: "Are you sure?"