shadow of crime

Time rewinds to four hours ago.

Square outside the church.

A thin white hand held bread crumbs high above his head, and flocks of white pigeons flapped their wings and circled around the man in black, wanting to beg for a bite.

"Can't God feed you enough?"

Feeling a pecking sensation in his palm, the man quickly withdrew his hand and grabbed the leg of a gluttonous pigeon.He stroked the white hair on the top of the pigeon's head, and said softly, "Gods can't feed you, it's God who can feed you."

The whole box of bread crumbs fell to the ground, and the pigeons closed their wings and pecked at the ground with their sharp beaks.The man let go of the pigeon in his hand, but it didn't escape, and after circling around, it came back and began to compete with its kind for food.

At this time, God ushered in His first group of believers. The man hid behind the flower bed, stood among the white doves, and watched them enter the church. His eyes under the brim of his hat were loose.

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something. The man turned his head and was attracted by a red Xiali car.After the car drove away, the man opened his long legs, and the white pigeon suddenly flew away.

The white car fell far behind Xiali, and then drove into an old residential area on the edge of the South Second Ring Road, but due to the time difference, the owner of Xiali's car had disappeared.The man sat in the driver's seat, peeled off the lollipop wrapper, and waited patiently for his prey.

"How do you look?" Lin An's toes had ripped through the socks, but the woman still didn't say anything useful.

"Looks very..."

"For those who provide valid clues, I will personally pay for oil and rice for her, and I will also mention toilet paper."

"That little baby is so handsome," the woman sighed after spitting out the skin of the melon seeds. Thinking of adjectives, "Like a vixen, I thought he was a girl! But the crazy woman said it was a kid."

"You mean to say the eyes are like a fox."

A boy, described as a vixen by this uneducated aunt, remembers it for more than ten years, how beautiful is that?Lin An pursed his lips, thinking that no one could compare to his Bodo Nokui.

Wait, foxes, boys are like foxes!

Bo Duo Ye Yui opened up Lin An's Ren and Du's second channels, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a face that even a policewoman was ashamed of looked at emerged.

He took out his mobile phone and downloaded various portraits of beautiful male stars, among which were mixed life photos of his colleagues and his own peerless photos.

"Auntie, these are all my colleagues. Take a look, which one is the most like the vixen you mentioned?!"

After knocking the melon seeds, the woman began to peel the oranges again. She couldn't help laughing, and handed Lin An an orange: "You young man came to me just to make me a vixen? Okay, I'll take a look for you, but it's all over." After more than ten years, people are changed by the president, and it's none of my business if I admit my mistake."

"Look at it before you talk."

The woman prefers to look at the vixen than to let the suspect be identified, and the reading glasses are all out.She swiped through the photos, looked at them seriously, forgot to eat the oranges, and kept muttering: "Your colleague is so handsome, is he married? How is your salary?"

Lin An sat up straight in an instant, and said solemnly: "I'm not married yet, I have a car and a house."

The woman raised her eyes, suppressed the idea of ​​matchmaking, and concentrated on looking at the photos.

"How about Auntie, did you find the vixen?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet, but don't they all look the same?" The woman found Lin An's peerless photo, quickly slid away, and then looked at the next one, her expression became serious, "Hey! This one is the most similar!"

"Which one?" Lin An dragged a chair and sat next to the woman, looked at the photo, and gasped, "Are you sure?!"

The woman narrowed her eyes behind her presbyopic glasses and looked carefully: "This doll hasn't changed much. It's been like this since I was a child, but didn't he die with his mother? Oh, I didn't find the body at that time, so I guess he didn't die." Cheng, is he in the same unit as you now?"

Lin An didn't have time to answer the woman's question, so he took back his phone. In the photo, Cheng Ye was combing his hair. His superior bones and facial contours resisted the death camera. A sly smile.

He confirmed to the woman again: "Are you sure, in these dozens of photos, he is the 'vixen' you have seen before?"

"It can't be wrong, anyway, I'm in the same village as him, and besides, that's a look that you can forget once you see it. By the way, is he married? Does he have a partner?"

Lin An really wanted to say, there is no target, but do you dare to ask for a murderer?He poured tons of water down a glass of water, calmed down, and said to himself: "Damn, it's a good thing you're good-looking, and it's hard to find if you grow into a popular face!"

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Room 10 at 2304 a.m.

"Corpse. Spots are distributed in dark purple flakes. Most of the rigors appeared. The time of death was about three to four hours ago. No fatal wound was found. The deceased's face was swollen and cyanotic, there was a constriction groove in the neck, and the conjunctiva of the eyes was punctate. Bleeding, protruding eyeballs, rose teeth in the mouth, exposed tongue tip, typical mechanical suffocation, it is presumed that the deceased committed suicide by hanging himself."

"However, there were a large number of shallow wounds on the surface of the deceased's skin and soles of the feet. The specifics will not be known until the deceased is taken home for an autopsy."

"Team Jiang, a large amount of hydrogen peroxide residue was found in various parts of the house, including the bathroom. The house has been cleaned up, which is consistent with the cleaning method used at the scene of the previous murder cases."

"No large-scale luminol reaction was found."

"Team Ginger..."

The living room was full of people, and the forensic doctor and trace examiner each performed their duties, taking pictures and inspecting them.The owner of the house, hanging under the crystal lamp, had a thick hemp rope dangling from the base of the lamp and wrapped it around Cheng Ye's neck. His distorted face was facing the main entrance, as if he wanted people to see his death clearly.

The quarreling Pomeranian finally stopped, and lay down at the feet of its owner, beggingly staring at the crowd of strangers, whimpering.

Jiang Bei's clenched fists have never been loosened, and there is sadness and joy in his eyes, mixed into an indescribable expression.The person who wanted to shoot himself died, and the forensic doctor said it was suicide.

How could it be suicide? How dare Cheng Ye commit suicide?

"Xiao Zhang, contact the family of the deceased, Xiao Zhang!" Jiang Bei stood in the middle of the living room and shouted with red eyes: "Take the body back for an autopsy. How could a person who crawled out of a stinking ditch commit suicide? I also took my mobile phone and computer back, checked his social circle to see if there are any accomplices. What about the trace inspection, have the doors and windows been checked, are there any damages, has anyone been there?

After shouting, everyone present stopped their movements and cast doubtful or understanding glances at Jiang Bei one after another.

"You move, he wants to live so much, he won't commit suicide," Jiang Bei's tone softened, and people who are not familiar with him could never hear the slight tremor in his voice, "Where's Lin An? Why didn't Lin An Come?"

"Well... Brother Lin went to find the women director." It was Wu Zichuan who spoke, and rushed to the scene after going to the church.

"Then why didn't he answer the phone?"

Wu Zichuan didn't know either, so he shook his head helplessly.

"Old Jiang, calm down." Wang Zhipeng could understand Jiang Bei, not to mention Jiang Bei, even he was shocked when he saw Cheng Ye's death.If Cheng Ye was really that kid back then, Jiang Bei would have a lot to ask him, but now Cheng Ye can't open his mouth.

He said: "People are dead, it's useless for you to yell here, hurry up and work."

The people present turned their heads back to their work. Perhaps to the forensics and trace inspection, Cheng Ye was just one of the countless corpses they had examined, just rotten flesh.But as far as Jiang Bei is concerned, Cheng Ye is his irreparable mistake.

"Jiang team, found this in the storage room."

"What?" Jiang Bei snatched something and saw that it was a takeaway box, which was bigger than the ones I usually see when I'm starved to death.

Wang Zhipeng approached him, puzzled, and said, "Cheng Ye even tried to deliver food? Then the previous murder cases can be explained."

Jiang Bei shook his head: "No."

"What's wrong?"

"This box is abnormally large. It is usually used in fresh food supermarkets, but there is no logo on it. It should be bought online. Xiao Zhang, go and check Cheng Ye's online shopping records. By the way, see if he has bought any of them recently. Ordered takeout online."

Xiao Zhang ran away like a whirlwind.

"Team Ginger, Team Ginger!"

As soon as the members of each group found out, they would "Team Jiang" endlessly, waiting for Jiang Bei to flip the sign.Gao Lida, a member of the trace inspection department, stood out from the crowd of competitors, rushed to the front, and said in surprise: "I found these photos in the drawer, and they seem to be the photos of the previous victims."

"Show it to me."

The clothes of the people in the photo are the same as those of the previous victims, and the background of the house is also consistent with the scene of the crime.The difference was that instead of lying on the sofa, they were kneeling on the ground, with black plastic bags covering their heads, and their necklines were soaked in blood gushing from their necks.

Maybe they were not dead at that time, but the murderer liked to watch the life fade away, and enjoyed the feeling of being in charge of other people's lives, so he took pictures as a souvenir.

Jiang Bei's expression could not be described as happy or unhappy, but a trace of fatigue and regret.He lowered his eyes, hiding the dark emotions in his eyes.

"Captain Jiang," Xiao Li couldn't help lowering his voice, "There...there is a Polaroid and a lot of photo paper in the storage room. It seems that these photos were taken by Cheng...the murderer himself."

"Understood," Jiang Bei returned the photo to Xiao Li, "After careful investigation, psychopaths like to take 'trophies' from victims. If key evidence can be found, this case will be closed. Xiao Zhang, get in touch Are there family members of the deceased?"

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at the same time.

The canteen at the gate of the resettlement housing complex.

Lin An took a big barrel of oil and a big bag of rice to the counter to check out: "Get me some toilet paper."

"Which brand do you want?"

"Whatever," Lin An took out his phone, "How much is it?"

"153."

"Wipe the zero, your store sells more expensive than the supermarket, be careful not to be approached by people with garbled prices."

The shop owner was upset when he heard it, and explained with a stiff neck: "My shop is just outside the gate of the community. The rent is several thousand more expensive than the neighbor next door. The cost is too high!"

Lin An didn't listen to his nonsense, and said directly: "150, scan the code to pay. Hey, the phone is out of battery, wait a minute, I'll go to the car to get the wallet."

Lin An smoked a cigarette, opened the car door frantically and picked up his wallet, turned his elbow when he was done, and the car door closed with a sound, but it was not locked.

"150, just enough."

Two banknotes, one red and one green, were slapped on the counter, and Lin An walked away with the things under the boss's angry eyes.As the saying goes, being thick-skinned is enough, but compared to the aunt upstairs, Lin An is still a bit inferior.

He hummed a ditty, sat in the car, and threw all his things on the passenger seat.The moment the car door closed, Lin An's eyelids twitched suddenly, and just as he stretched out his hand, something cold and hard touched the back of his head.

There are always various accidents in life, such as now.Even Lin An, who had a strong heart and was able to fight gangsters and gangsters, was full of fighting moves at the moment when someone put a gun to his head.

"Do you want to take this?" The man behind tapped the handle of the gun with his fingertips, "Do you really hate the boss who is greedy for small profits in the canteen, do you need me to help you kill him? I can help you solve it."

Lin An stared at the rearview mirror of the car, beads of sweat slipped from his temples.

"Be good if you don't need it." The man said.