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

"Section Chief Yao, why are you here? Didn't you say that the trace inspection will be done by our department?" Xiao Liu said so, but seeing such a nosy person, his mouth was almost grinning to the ear.

"The bureau has issued documents, so I don't want to come." The visitor put on a mask and gloves without saying a word, pulled up the cordon and got in.

The sound of trampling leather shoes got closer and closer, until it was only a few centimeters away from Wen Xichun, and the sound finally disappeared.

He could clearly feel that the person who came was standing behind him, so close that the hot air he exhaled seemed to spray on the back of his neck.

It was like a nest of ants had been poked open on the neck, densely packed, and the intense discomfort quickly spread to the whole body.

Wen Xichun straightened up abruptly, and slowly turned his head. In an instant, his pupils dilated violently.

This face seemed to have been seen before in a hazy depth of my mind, with a very deep sense of familiarity, as if it was a very familiar person or someone who had brought deep memories.

But what is certain is that I absolutely don't know this person, and I can't call his name at all.

"Look at what I'm doing, do I have the murderer's name written on my face?" The man called Section Chief Yao asked with a smile.

Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

Wen Xichun looked at him secretly.

Starting from the top of the head, every strand of hair has been neatly and meticulously done. The police uniform and white coat must have been processed and cut in the post-processing to make them fit so snugly. The exposed half of the snow-white cuffs have been ironed, and there is no wrinkle at all. It is possible It is a fixed fabric inside.

The face is even more exquisite like a jade carving, and it looks like it is often nursed, otherwise people like them who go to work in the wind and rain every day would have been ruined by the wind and rain and turned into rough men.

To sum up, there is a high probability that this person is gay.

The three big characters "Yao Jingrong" flashed across his mind in an instant.

One of the protagonists in Zhou Ji's novel is surnamed Yao, and his identity is the chief of the forensic department of the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation.

Chief Yao.

Feelings, is this your partner?

Yao Jingrong acted swiftly and without sloppiness. After entering the house, he said a word of gossip, then opened the investigation box, put on gloves and gloves, and entered the back room where the corpse was hung horizontally.

Compared with the exaggerated expressions of Huang Jiu, Xiao Liu, and the others when they saw the corpses, Yao Jingrong was too calm. He took out the notebook calmly, raised his eyelashes, looked up at the two corpses, and picked up his pen. Write something calmly in the notebook.

"Judging from the distribution of corpse plaques on the exposed skin, the corpse plaques are large flakes and extremely dark in color. It is an infiltration period, and the death time exceeds 24 hours. It is winter now, and the corpse plaques gather slowly. Therefore, it is preliminarily speculated that the death time is between two About a few days, but the exact time of death will only be known after an autopsy."

"Why was the deceased's scalp cut off, why was his mouth sewn shut, and where did their son and daughter-in-law go?" Huang Jiu was busy modeling footprints, but his mouth was not idle.

"I asked the village chief, and the village chief said that the family held a wedding ceremony for their son and daughter-in-law last Friday. It has been four days since the last time they saw the son and daughter-in-law was at the wedding scene, and the old couple were human beings during their lifetime. Honestly, I haven’t seen them blushing with anyone.” The police officer handed over the transcript.

Wen Xichun flipped through the document, nodded, and said softly:

"The possibility of suicide was first ruled out. Another point is that the two deceased were murdered first, and then the criminals manipulated the corpses. Their palms were very clean, there were no traces of struggle, and there was less bleeding from the wounds. So they were killed first and then scalped."

"From this point of view, the murderer may be a butcher. It is impossible for ordinary people to hang the two of them with such great strength."

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, as if he didn't really want to answer Huang Jiu's ignorant question.

Yao Jingrong continued to write in the record book, without raising his head, he said in a low voice, "He was not hanged, but hanged up after death."

After all, he raised his eyes, with a half-smile in his eyes: "You just entered the police station not long ago, right?"

Huang Jiu scratched his neck, unconsciously scratching his cheeks with his fingers: "Not long ago..."

Yao Jingrong shook his head, lowered his eyelids and continued to write and draw in the notebook: "Hanging is mechanical asphyxia. The most basic features are bursting and protruding blood vessels in the eyeballs, red and swollen edges of rope traces, and the deceased did not have these features. The murderer did it on purpose. Pretending to be hanged, it seems that he is an amateur like you."

The tone was frivolous and disdainful, and Huang Jiu's old face turned red and white.

Although it's not about me, but my subordinates have been annoyed by others, and Wen Xichun, as a boss, naturally feels uncomfortable.

He slowly put down the number plate, placed it next to a shoe print, and stood up: "Section Chief Yao doesn't have to be so aggressive, we are students of trace inspection, and we are indeed amateurs in pathology knowledge, but a person can learn what he has learned Essence is an amazing thing.”

Yao Jingrong sneered and shook his head.

Although he kept his head down all the time, anyone with a discerning eye could see this intentional or unintentional small action. He looked down on these layman criminal investigation policemen from the bottom of his heart.

It was gloomy outside the window, just like Wen Xichun's cold face.

All of a sudden, thunder rolled in, and there was almost no time for people to react, and heavy rain fell from the sky densely.

The group collected the evidence and planned to transport the body back to the forensic department for further autopsy, but the rain seemed to be deliberately embarrassing. Going back is likely to encounter a small landslide, and all people and cars will be rolled under the cliff.

"It seems that we can only live here tonight." Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Huang Jiu sighed.

"Live here? Aren't you afraid that those villagers will rob you in the middle of the night? You can pull it down." Xiao Liu waved his hand, thinking that this idea was worse than summer's overnight meal.

Huang Jiu pulled out the tongues of the two pockets in a serious manner: "I am barefoot now and I am not afraid of wearing shoes. The pockets are cleaner than my face."

"That's not the case. In this way, we'll make do with one night in the police car, two groups of two will take turns to watch the night, and we'll return to the police station when the rain stops tomorrow." Wen Xichun felt that it would be a bother to continue arguing like this, so he made a final decision.

****

The bean-sized raindrops hit the roof of the car and crackled like a New Year's Eve. Apart from this, the village hidden in the mountains was quiet and there was no other sound.

In the car, Xiao Liu and Huang Jiu were making loud noises comparable to old-fashioned tractors.

Wen Xichun turned on the searchlight in the car, logged into the information system of the police station, and found the forensic department.

Yao Jingrong's name was in the first column of the department's police officer information form.

Yao Jingrong, male, born in 1991, is just 30 years old this year. It is rare to become a section chief at such a young age.

I really care about this person. Zhou Ji's novel protagonist group also has his name. In this way, he might have been inexplicably sucked into the world of books just like himself?

Do you want to ask him?But if not, he would have looked down on the people in the criminal investigation department, and if he asked stupidly, "Are you also from time-traveling", there is no guarantee that he would not be treated as mentally handicapped.

"Woooo...hiss—" Just as Wen Xichun was contemplating, from nowhere came intermittent sobbing sounds.

He immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully to where the sound came from.

It was whimpering, like a woman's cry, but also like the sound of wind.

"Woooooooo..." That strange voice sounded again, it was vaguely heard amidst the sound of the rain, and now Wen Xichun was sure that it wasn't an auditory hallucination, it was a real sound.

He raised his hand and shook Xiao Liu: "Wake up, there is a sound."

"@@#%$&~%*Hmm...beef." Xiao Liu scratched his cheeks, talking indistinctly in his sleep, as if he had no intention of waking up.

"No beef, get up quickly." Wen Xichun shook him vigorously.

Xiao Liu finally woke up, his facial features squeezed together with sleepy eyes open, he glanced at his phone, his voice hoarse: "Captain Wen, it's only three o'clock, and it's not until I change guard."

"Listen, is someone crying?"

Xiao Liu raised his eyebrows, and the movement of scratching his neck stopped abruptly.

After a while, he turned his head slowly. If it wasn't for the eye sockets blocking him, the eyeballs would pop out three meters away.

"Go, get out of the car and have a look." Wen Xichun took out an umbrella from the glove box, opened the car door——

Xiao Liu swallowed in horror, looking very embarrassed: "Why don't you forget it... This place is creepy."

Wen Xichun didn't scold him for being worthless, he never liked to force others, so forget it and go by himself.

The rain was significantly lighter than in the afternoon, and the village was full of loess roads, which had been washed into muddy ground by the rain at the moment, and half of the ankle was buried in it after stepping on it.

Crying still sounded from time to time, but because the rain was too loud, it was difficult to hear where the source was.

This place is really evil. It was raining heavily just a second ago, but after Wen Xichun stepped out of the car, the rain miraculously stopped.

A round of bright moon hangs in the sky, reflecting the accumulated water on the ground into a piece of mubai, which is a little dazzling.

A series of shallow footprints appeared on the ground, which were not completely washed away by the rain, and still maintained a faint pattern on the soles, which looked like special leather shoes issued by the police station.

It seems that other people also heard the crying, and they have already checked the situation one step ahead of themselves.

Wen Xichun walked along the series of footprints, riding the cold moonlight, on a low slope tens of meters away, a tall figure stood quietly, with a black umbrella on top of his head.

Wen Xichun hesitated for a while, but still followed.

The leather shoes made a crisp "click" sound when they stepped on the muddy ground.

The figure swayed slightly, and slowly turned around.

This is the first time Wen Xichun has seen someone so white that even in a dark place without lights, the white is too conspicuous.

"Your criminal investigation department is not worthless, how did you find it?" Yao Jingrong didn't seem to be very good at speaking, and he was about to sneer.

Wen Xichun was too lazy to argue with him, so he changed the subject: "Did you hear the crying too?"

Yao Jingrong turned around and said in a low voice, "Male, about 11 years old."

Wen Xichun glanced at him: "Can you hear that too?"

I thought it was a girl crying.

Yao Jingrong sneered, and walked forward: "The vocal cords are basically closed at the age of six, and they are no different from adults at the age of 12. You can tell your age by listening to more vocal cord tests."

After crossing the low slope, the cry gradually became clearer.

In the center of the village is a hundred-year-old banyan tree, the trunks of which are intertwined and twisted together like hemp ropes. From one side, it is as thick as four or five adults standing side by side.

And under the tree trunk, a black shadow squatted there, leaning forward rhythmically, then retracting.

Looking at it this way, the shadow is not very coordinated, its head is very big, like a stone pier.

When I took a closer look, I realized that it was really a little boy who looked to be in his early teens. The little boy was dirty and barely covered, and there seemed to be water on the back of his head, which is commonly known as a big-headed doll.

"Little friend, it's still raining so late, go home quickly."

The child stopped crying when he heard the sound, and shook his big head on his neck.

"Hee hee... hee hee..." There was a creepy laugh between his teeth.

Wen Xichun took a step back subconsciously, but his eyes were firmly glued to this strange child.

"Hee hee... It's your blessing to marry into our family, hehehe." Suddenly, the child said these words without beginning or end.

It turned out to be a mentally abnormal child.

Yao Jingrong looked at it for a while, then turned to leave.

"Little friend, it's getting late. Where do you live? I'll take you home." Wen Xichun felt that the child was a little pitiful, so he walked over and grabbed his arm.

"Psychopaths can't report their home address clearly, so leave him alone, and the parents will come to look for the child when they find out that the child is missing." Yao Jingrong didn't want to take care of such trivial matters, but since Wen Xichun wanted to take care of it, he was still the big one. Let me give you a word of mercy.

Wen Xichun didn't want to talk to him, took the child's cold little hand, and asked softly, "Do you remember which alley you live in?"

The little boy didn't move, his eyes stared at a certain point sluggishly.

Yao Jingrong sneered, shook his head, and walked down the low slope towards the police car.

"Psychopaths can't clearly report their home address." The little boy said this with his tongue out.

All of a sudden, he broke away from Wen Xichun's hand, and hopped and danced around Wen Xichun like a monkey, repeating the phrase "mentally abnormal person" in his mouth.

Wen Xichun was a little tired, and planned to call Xiao Liu to ask him to check the resident information. Such a question would definitely lead to no clues.

"Xiaoyong! Where are you, Xiaoyong!" Anxious shouts came from far to near, lingering in the quiet mountain village.

A woman with a haggard face stumbled over, still holding an ax in her hand. Seeing Wen Xichun, she stepped back three steps vigilantly, but after seeing the police uniform on his body, she seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Comrade Police, my son has caused you trouble." The woman grabbed the little boy and bowed deeply to Wen Xichun.

It's a bit strange, this woman is different from other villagers. Although her voice is hoarse and deep, she speaks very standard Mandarin and is extremely polite. She speaks and acts as if she has read a book.

Wen Xichun looked at her quietly, and found that although the woman was dressed plain and old, she was very clean, and her behavior did not look like these rough men in the countryside. In other words, she might be a foreigner.