traces of all things

The human torso discovered in Xiaocang Mountain last time shocked the entire provincial and urban bureau.

"Based on the length of the torso, it can be judged that this is a tall and strong man between 1.8 meters and 1.8 meters five, with fair skin and two moles on the left chest." Tang Shaoyuan was subtle when talking about this. There was a sudden pause: "The reproductive organs were completely removed."

All the male detectives present felt a terrible cold wind blowing through their crotches.

This torso has no head, hands and legs, and it is in a very miserable state. After Tang Shaoyuan finished the autopsy, even though he was experienced, he couldn't help retching all day and couldn't eat anything.

"The tools used to dismember the body were axes and saws. The murderer didn't seem to have much knowledge of human anatomy. The method he used was a very primitive chopping method, which should have taken a long time to complete. Apart from the method of dismemberment , the body was covered with scars from sharp thin-edged knives, causing the blood in the body to almost dry. The cause of death should be hemorrhagic shock. The fatal injury should be a knife wound on the throat. Hallucinations were detected in the stomach components of medicines and sleeping pills."

"There should be a relatively deep hatred between the murderer and the deceased." Geng Zhizhong analyzed: "According to the condition of the corpse, I think the possibility of emotional disputes is relatively high."

This has been widely recognized by the municipal bureaus and provincial departments.

Although the motive for committing the crime seems to be very obvious, the worry is that the identity of the deceased cannot be confirmed at all. DNA shows that there is no such deceased in all criminal databases. In the population report record, there is no match with the state of the deceased.

The only clue was the suspicious person that the four students involved in the murder case of the female teacher of Wenyuan Elementary School met on the hillside of Xiaocang Mountain.

The reward announcement was quickly posted, but the Municipal Bureau itself did not have much hope for it.

There are too few features that can be used for identification. It has been more than half a month since the reward announcement was posted, and countless reports have been received, but the identities of the deceased and the suspect are still unknown.

Day by day, week by week, the relevant materials of this case were transferred to the database, and the task force of the city bureau began to be divided into other busy groups to work. It seemed that the case of the headless male corpse was about to become an eternal mystery.

**

The provincial capital of province A, one of the top [-] residential areas.

As night fell, cheerful TV sounds were coming from an ordinary residential house.

"My viewers in front of the TV, hello everyone, on this day when the moon is round and people are rounder, first of all, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion, peace and beauty..."

The noise in the living room was drowned out by the orderly sound of cooking in the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law, shall I help?" Lu Zheng rubbed his prickly head and asked a little embarrassedly lying on the door of the sliding door of the kitchen.

"Farewell, Xiaolu, Shao Yuan's help is enough for me, go to the living room to eat fruit and mooncakes!"

The person who spoke was a woman with a very gentle face, it was Geng Zhizhong's wife Bi Yun, she was wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen, Tang Shaoyuan was also wearing an apron, standing in front of the cutting board, using He belongs to the forensic doctor's superb technique of scraping minced fish.

Lu Zheng looked enviously at the quickly formed fish balls under Tang Shaoyuan's men, and felt the natural barrier between the Handicapped Party and the Handy Emperor.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, it should be a good day to reunite with the family and enjoy the joy of the whole family, but it is a pity that Lu Zheng is a complete loner, Tang Shaoyuan is also a lonely one for some reason, Geng Zhizhong is a very good leader I couldn't bear to see the two little brothers so miserable and unloved, so at the suggestion of my wife, I called the two of them to my house for a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner.

As soon as Lu Zheng and Tang Shaoyuan arrived at Geng Zhizhong's home, they were warmly welcomed by two Libra female creatures who control their appearance. For the first time in his life, Geng Zhizhong began to think about whether he should try to apply some face oil to maintain his skin. Take a look at his Fang Zheng big black face.

It was Lu Zheng's first visit to the house, and he was very grateful to Geng's family for taking him in. He volunteered to help in the kitchen. After making countless operations that made Bi Yun's heart skip a beat, he was still firmly kicked out by her and Tang Shaoyuan, the little master of China. out of the kitchen.

"Brother, you go out to play for a while, just wait and eat." Tang Shaoyuan said very gently, his tone was like coaxing a child, even if he was talking, it didn't affect his hands cutting potatoes Silk.

"Okay, then I won't make trouble for you." Lu Zheng also felt a little embarrassed, and walked out of the kitchen with his hands crossed.

On the sofa in the living room, two faces, one big and one small, looked at each other. Lu Zheng swore that he saw gloating and mocking expressions on Geng Zhizhong's face.

The small face seemed a little excited. The cute little girl with short hair, Geng Panpan, obviously preferred to play with her pretty big brother with a baby face, compared to her clumsy and silly black-faced father. She patted the seat next to her desperately, and said very attentively: "Brother Lu Zheng, come and sit down, let's play together, don't take them with you."

"Panpan, what about dad?"

Geng Zhizhong didn't believe in evil, so he insisted on humiliating himself.

Geng Panpan raised his big eyes and looked at his father for a while, then smiled helplessly and dotingly on his face: "It's not impossible to take Dad with you."

Geng Zhizhong's old father's glass heart shattered to the ground: ...is it so reluctant!

So, Lu Zheng began to resign himself to playing with the little princess Geng Panpan... turning the flower rope.

And Geng Zhizhong sat on the side full of resentment, from time to time cast envious and jealous eyes at that section of red flower rope.

Lu Zheng: ...It really hurts like a thorn on my back...

The little girl Geng Panpan is really good at playing, a little game of flipping the rope, she played the excitement of truth or dare, Lu Zheng was not used to the game at first, and coaxing the children to play it for Geng Panpan After letting the water go, he lost several times in a row. According to Geng Panpan's request, he accepted various punishments such as singing English songs to Geng Panpan, reciting poems, dancing, and boxing.

I always feel that I have returned to my childhood. Yes, it is a must-have every time I go to a relative's house, and it is the "performance show" link that all children hate.

I don't know how this little girl, Panpan, is able to enjoy it so much.

After putting the water on for a while, Geng Panpan was a little careless, and accidentally lost a hand.

"Tell me! What do you want!" Geng Panpan waved his hand in a domineering manner: "Anything is fine!"

"It's all right? Really?" Seeing her playful, Lu Zheng couldn't help teasing: "Then Panpan sing a song for brother! Twinkle twinkle twinkle?"

"Brother Lu Zheng, you are so stupid." The little girl sneered at Lu Zheng's aesthetics: "We don't like this anymore, let me sing you my favorite song!"

"Okay!" Lu Zheng hurriedly applauded with dignity.

The little girl stood in front of Lu Zheng, holding a remote control in her hand as a microphone, and spoke passionately:

"The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the little bird says, early morning..."

The child's voice was clear and sweet, Lu Zheng hurriedly raised the sofa cushion and called like a fan sign.

Geng Panpan was even happier to see the fans showing such respect, and started the second paragraph with a flick of his hair.

"I went to bomb the school. The teacher didn't know. I lit the fire, and I ran away. There was a bang and the school was gone..."

Lu Zheng: ...This favorite song is really hardcore.

"Hope."

The black-faced old father raised his head very seriously: "You can't blow up the school, you know?"

"I know!" Geng Panpan shook his head, showing his excellent family background: "This is endangering public safety in a dangerous way!"

Lu Zheng: ...the children nowadays are really very capable.

**

After playing patiently for a long time, under the joint management of chefs Bi Yun and Tang Shaoyuan, a whole table of delicious food full of homely atmosphere was served.

Salted fish Lu Zheng and Geng Zhizhong stretched out their chopsticks to take a bite, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

"Wife, you are amazing!" Geng Zhizhong was full of praise: "Xiao Tang is also amazing, hey, Lu and I are like two feudal lords who are waiting for their wives to serve them, so ashamed—eh? Xiao Tang, why are you blushing? Are you drunk?"

Tang Shaoyuan waved his hands again and again, his face turned red up to his ears: "No, it's just a little hot."

The host and guest enjoyed a meal.

When the wine was hot, the sister-in-law Bi Yun suddenly remembered something, got up happily and said: "By the way, Xiaolu, Shao Yuan, I just went back to my hometown two days ago and brought back some delicious food. You can try it." Try it."

Speaking of which, Bi Yun walked into the kitchen, took out something from the refrigerator, fiddled with it for a while, and then came out with a glass plate with a smile on her face: "Especially Xiaolu, I heard Shao Yuan say that you like sweet things, I guess you can like."

The glass plate was filled with a dark coffee-colored liquid, and soaked in the liquid was a bowl full of transparent jelly-like food.

For a moment, Lu Zheng didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol, he felt all the blood in his body rushing to the top of his head.

... "I'm sorry, Ah Zhi, I didn't know there was another bowl in it. I shouldn't steal it from you. I'll give you this bowl too, and you'll eat it all!"...

... "It's still for my brother to eat." ...

In the ear is the roar of the blood rushing in the blood vessels. In the blur, Geng Zhizhong's voice came faintly:

"This is a snack from Jiang Province, your sister-in-law's hometown. It's called Mulian Tofu."

**

Mid-Autumn Festival, at night, the windows of every household reveals a sweet and warm atmosphere, and the streets seem a little deserted.

"ta-ta-ta-"

The rhythmic footsteps sounded on a road in a small town, and the echo was particularly obvious in the quiet street.

A slender figure was wearing a thin khaki windbreaker, slowly walking through the streets of the town, with one hand in his pocket, walking unhurriedly, and soon reached his goal land.

A lonely family dormitory building.

This small building has only two floors and is very old. The people who lived here used to be the staff and family members of the town middle school. Now that times have changed, almost everyone has bought a new house and moved out of this old dormitory building. .

There is only one window on the first floor in the whole building, and there is still a yellow light on.

"knocking"

The man in the windbreaker knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?"

An old and tired male voice came from inside, and the door opened quickly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties.

"Teacher, do you remember me?"

The man at the door raised his head and smiled at the middle-aged man inside, with a small dimple on his face.

The middle-aged man's cloudy eyes fell on the young and handsome face of the visitor, his lips trembled, and his eyes gradually became moist. As if he couldn't believe his eyes, he rubbed vigorously: "God— — Ah, Chengye? Is it Chengye?”

"It's me." The young man named Chengye at the door smiled.

"Oh my God, Chengye—you're back, have you forgiven the teacher?" The middle-aged man had already started to cry with joy, and he wanted to kneel down on the ground: "It's the teacher who is sorry for you..."

"I don't blame you anymore." The young man at the door smiled and stretched out one hand to support him, while the other hand was still in his pocket: "Would you like me to come in and sit down?"

"Okay, okay, okay..." The middle-aged man wiped away his tears excitedly, said several good words in a row, turned his back, and bent down to find slippers for the young man: "After so many years, the teacher will always be in the dream I dreamed of you...I didn't expect to see you again one day..."

"Hehe." The young man behind gave a chuckle: "I didn't expect..."

He pulled out his right hand that had been in his pocket all the time, and a metallic light flashed in the palm of his hand.