God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

The police car whizzed by, passed through the alleys dyed with colorful signboard lights, and came to the downstairs of the missing person Zhou Ji's house again.

Prying open the door, the familiar scent of incense came out.

"Wow, this place is even more eerie than the morgue." Qiu Sheng couldn't help rubbing goosebumps, and stood there with his coffee in his arms, not daring to move around casually, only his head couldn't help but look around curiously.

Wen Xichun put on his shoe covers and went straight to the bedroom, came to the altar where the gods and Buddhas were enshrined, moved a chair and stepped on it, he stretched out his hand and groped back and forth on the window sill, after a long time, he finally found himself behind the bronze statue of gods and Buddhas. I found a small velvet purse.

Turning on the flashlight, the black hair was covered with translucent flakes.

"What is this, it's disgusting." Qiu Sheng covered his nose in disgust, and took three steps back.

"Hair and nails." Wen Xichun used tweezers to pick out a few hairs and nails and put them in the evidence bag. "I'll take this to the trace inspection department and compare it to see if it belongs to Zhou Ji himself."

"You haven't said yet, what's in the suitcase, and where did he go?" Qiu Sheng took the evidence bag while holding his nose.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, looked up and followed the furnishings in the room.

"Just now, the temperature at the site was 21 degrees, and the humidity was 40.00%. In this environment, food is easily spoiled, but look at his cup." Wen Xichun slowly picked up the cup on the table with his white-gloved hand.

"Coffee with a milk cap, there is a thin layer of mold on one side of the cup, but not on the other side. At this temperature and humidity, it takes about five to seven days for the food to become moldy. That is to say, this cup of coffee takes five to seven days. Mold had already grown before, but it was drunk by someone later, so this kind of half-and-half situation occurs."

"This thing... can I still drink it?" Qiu Sheng questioned from his soul.

"Not for you, of course, but for a man on the verge of death, it's a delicacy."

With a "bang bang", the closet behind him suddenly made a loud crash.

The two were taken aback suddenly, looked at each other, and rushed over.

Wen Xichun raised his eyebrows and signaled Qiu Sheng to go to the other side to respond in case of emergencies.

His hand was slowly groping around his waist, and the moment he touched the police gun, the other hand was slowly attached to the closet door handle——

Sure enough, here, Zhou Ji never left the house, and no accident happened, he has been hiding somewhere in the house.

The door of the closet was slammed open, followed by a strong stench and an overly glaring, eerie white light.

Why is there such a strong light in the closet?

And in this strong light, a body with blurred edges can be vaguely seen, with its limbs curled up in opposite directions, blending into the light in a strange posture.

"Help, save me!" The body's face could not be seen clearly, only his frightened scarlet pupils and yellowish smoky teeth kept enlarging in front of his eyes——

****

"Team Wen? Team Wen? Why are you sleeping here? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

A rough voice hovered above his head.

Wen team?Captain Wen?What a strange name, isn't he always called... Xiaowen?

Wen Xichun slowly opened his eyes, a pair of simple and honest little eyes were looking at him with a smirk.

"Who are you?" Wen Xichun rubbed the back of his head, looking back and forth at this complete stranger in front of him.

"You actually forgot about me! I'm your boyfriend Xiao Le, woo woo woo, I'm so sad." The man was wearing a police uniform, and was wiping his tears sadly, unable to tell whether it was open or closed. Eye.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath and looked away:

"Your right middle finger has yellowish marks on the first knuckle, which means that you smoke a lot, but your teeth are very white. You should have bleached your teeth or had your teeth whitened, and you smell faintly of toilet water. It's winter now. There are no mosquitoes, you are trying to cover up the smell of smoke, so you pay attention to the image, but you have not buttoned the top two buttons of your police uniform, which means that you have to pay attention to the image, but you are not so image-conscious, you are the police hall Is the receptionist right?"

"Is the Wen team making fun of me again?" The man slapped Wen Xichun on the back, "Oh, by the way, I put the documents on your desk, and the director said that your criminal investigation department will be out on the field this Sunday. .”

Wen Xichun rubbed his temples, his delicate eyebrows raised slightly, he was a little confused.

Everything in front of me is familiar yet unfamiliar. After staying at the police station for five years, the reception police officer in the lobby should have been a 26-year-old girl. This police officer who called herself Wen Dui had never seen it before. She was a newcomer. of?

Wen Xichun raised his eyes and looked around, feeling even more strange.

Didn't you just do an on-site investigation at Zhou Ji's house?Why did you go back to the police station, how did you come back?Did Zhou Ji understand the investigation?

A sharp pain came from the top of the head, spreading along the blood vessels in the brain, and everything in front of him suddenly became distorted, like a ball of dough that was rubbed back and forth, sucking all the furniture into this mysterious twisted space.

"If you want to get out of here, the only way is to find the truth."

A strange voice sounded in midair.

Wen Xichun subconsciously looked at the source of the sound.

In mid-air, a ball of light that is constantly blurring is slowly rising, and the dazzling light is like tiny needles that radiate outward.

With a sound of "bang", the ball of light exploded abruptly, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and spread out.

"What kind of high technology is this?" Wen Xichun murmured, rubbing his eyes.

The familiar scene was still in front of him, and the strange policeman was busy with his work standing behind the information desk.

Maybe it's because I've been too busy recently, and I'm hallucinating.

Slowly went upstairs and walked into the office, but unexpectedly only saw a desk. The originally crowded and lively multi-person office was now deserted, and an ID card was placed on the desk.

Wen Xichun picked up the ID card, which read:

Wen Xichun, captain of the first team of the criminal investigation department

Is this also an illusion?When did you become the captain?

Wen Xichun sat down slowly, rubbed his temples with his fingertips, trying to sort out the mess of thoughts.

The cold wind blew in along the window, blowing up the documents on the table, and the papers were flying all over the sky. Wen Xichun hurriedly got up and held down the remaining documents, and closed the window casually.

But when I moved my fingers away, I suddenly found that there was a novel with a big "囍" printed on the cover, the author was Zhou Ji, and in the protagonist column, one was named "Yao Jingrong", and the other was...

Wen Xichun.

One line on the title page in italic font size [-]:

Welcome to the world of books, what you see with your own eyes is not the truth.

Wen Xichun watched, watched, and suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is me, wearing a book——

And if I remember correctly, I saw the manuscript of this novel on Zhou Ji's computer, it was a manuscript with only the beginning.

****

A narrow dirt road meanders along the mountain, with the abyss on one side. Wen Xichun is sitting in the co-pilot, and the policeman Xiao Liu is driving the car attentively beside him.

In the morning, the bureau received a report from the police station below. A murder case occurred in Chongmen Village, which is located in the westernmost part of Huiyuan City.

"The deceased were a couple. The husband was 62 years old and the wife was 60 years old. They were found hanged at home this morning, and their son and daughter-in-law were also missing," police officer Huang Jiu said.

The car bumped for an hour on the muddy dirt road after the rain, and after almost falling off the cliff when turning a corner, the car finally arrived at Chongmen Village at five o'clock in the afternoon.

A group of people surrounded the village entrance, dressed plainly, all of them with disheveled faces, pulling on their worn-out slippers and making a noise there. When they saw a police car, they immediately swarmed up, surrounded the police car, and slapped the window with their hands.

"What's the matter with these people." Xiao Liu, who was driving, was blocked by this group of villagers. "No wonder people say that there are troublesome people in poor mountains and rivers. What do you want to do?"

Wen Xichun signaled him not to talk nonsense with his eyes, opened the car window, and unfolded the police ID: "Sorry, the police are handling the case."

"The police handle the case... Then I'll give you a [-]% discount." One of the middle-aged men wrapped in a thick and dirty sheepskin coat smiled and showed his smoky teeth.

"What do you mean?" Wen Xichun frowned slightly.

"Tolls." The man stretched out his hand and gestured, "We built the village, you outsiders have to express it."

Strange, after so many years in the police force, this is the first time that a toll has to be charged for investigating a case.

"Sorry, the land is owned by the state, and we are not obliged to pay you tolls." Wen Xichun said coldly, closing the window.

"No? No, no entry! Brothers, cheaters! If you want to enter the village today, get over us!"

The man was determined to play tricks, and he lay down in front of the car, and suddenly a dozen big men with hoes and sledges rushed up around him, each with a fierce look on their faces.

"Captain Wen, what... what to do." Xiao Liu honked the horn a few times, but the group of people didn't intend to leave at all, instead they went further and blocked the car tightly.

"Why don't you give me a piece of money, don't waste time." Huang Jiu said, his hand was already in his trouser pocket.

"If you give them once, there will be a second and a third time. Do you know why the national poverty alleviation plan can't help these people? People's hearts are a bottomless pit that can never be filled." Wen Xichun opened the car window again.

"Picking quarrels and provoking troubles and hindering the police from handling the case, we have the right to execute you on the spot." Wen Xichun took out a police gun and casually wiped the handle of the gun with a handkerchief.

Xiao Liu gave him a strange look.

When the trigger was pulled, Wen Xichun weighed the police gun: "I don't know if it's my gun or your hoes."

Even though those villagers are legally illiterate, they have seen the power of guns on TV. Although they don't know whether the police's words are true or false, it is true that they can't get any good.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay. Among them, the middle-aged man who was lying in front of the car silently got up from the ground, covered his buttocks with mud and sand, and slowly retreated to the side, his restless little eyes flicked here and there.

The rest of the people also took a few steps back without showing any signs, and gradually, they made way around the car.

"Captain Wen, Jiang is still old and hot." Xiao Liu gave a thumbs up, expressing the affirmation of the handsome man.

Wen Xichun glanced at Xiao Liu's personal information form, and said after a while: "In terms of age, I should still call you uncle."

The three of them drove to the scene of the crime, and the rest of the security police followed immediately, pulling up a long cordon.

The houses in Chongmen Village are still in the style of the 70s and [-]s. The dilapidated red tiles seem to be unable to withstand even a little wind and rain, and the low-rise bungalows can bump their heads in two steps.

Wen Xichun put on his work clothes and stepped over the threshold made of crooked and broken wood. As soon as he entered the door, a strong stench came to his face, even if he was wearing a mask, he could smell it.

On the precarious beam, layers of red silk are intertwined, which still looks brand new.

Among the pile of red silks, there were two hanging down straight, and the gravity stretched them straight, and there were two corpses hanging below them, swinging slightly, like two clothes that had absorbed enough water.

"Wow, how could it be ruined like this? What kind of mental illness does this murderer have?" Huang Jiu held his nose and couldn't help shaking his head.

The scalps of the two corpses were all peeled off, leaving only the bloody skulls, and the mouths of the deceased were tightly sewn together with cotton thread, with a cold, gray and serene expression.

I remember that when I was studying in the police academy, my teacher said that in most cases, passionate killings are often done after killing. Those who leave too many traces on the corpse are usually planned for a long time. All kinds of things happen to reflect a certain psychology of the criminal.

Irrational hatred or love too deep.

"These bastards are supposed to use this place as a tourist attraction. There are footprints of all kinds on the scene, including those of a three-year-old child." Huang Jiu said indignantly while modeling the shoe prints on the scene.

Wen Xichun didn't really want to gossip with him, but silently collected the evidence and packed it up.

Suddenly the siren of a police car sounded outside, and the sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

"Yo, Captain Wen, your old friend is here." Huang Jiu opened the window and looked out curiously. When he saw someone coming, he quickly called Wen Xichun to come over to find out.

Wen Xichun didn't want to talk to him, and he was busy with the matter at hand with a cold face, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart:

Good friend?who?Is it really a good friend in the literal meaning?

"Section Chief Yao is here, thank you for your hard work." A small policeman's loud and enthusiastic greeting came from the door.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they collided with the floor, and a dazzling white appeared in the corner of the eye, which was a bit out of place with this dilapidated old house.