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

Huang Jiu was torn off by the collar of this Pakistani compatriot, flung around like a weak flower swaying in the wind.

With tears in his eyes, he looked helplessly at Wen Xichun amidst the sharp shouts of fellow Batie——

But he has already seen no trace of others.

"Now the situation is on the verge of breaking out, and the people are in a state of panic. There are even a few migrant workers who don't even have full attendance. They even ask them to stay at home for a few days to keep them safe."

In Section Chief Xu's office, the atmosphere is indescribably depressing.

"Indeed, the murderer's method of randomly selecting victims without a definite target makes it difficult for us to judge his next move." Wen Xichun looked at the autopsy report in front of him, and he was also twisted in his heart. uncomfortable.

No? No matter what these victims have said or done before, but the crime really doesn't stop there.

"To be honest, I have an idea." Chief Xu said slowly.

"Since the clues that can be determined now are that the murderer's crimes are mostly committed in deep mountains and old forests with insufficient surveillance and complex terrain, then we will arrange manpower to follow them around here. The most important thing is that we need bait to cause... Murderer's attention."

Wen Xichun didn't understand: "Then if a murderer like this doesn't have a clear target for the crime, what conditions do the bait need to meet?"

Chief Xu ordered the table, pondered for a moment: "Women, men, young people, middle-aged people."

Section Chief Xu's meaning is obvious. How many police officers are needed to disguise themselves as decoys and distribute them in areas where the murderer may appear, although this method does not guarantee that there will be effect, but now this is the only way out of the dead end.

But when Wen Xichun got the appointment list of Section Chief Xu, he finally sent out a question from his soul:

Why should I? Dress up as a girl?

"Hey boss, you just need to understand. If you look at us again, which one looks like a girl?"

As a Chinese policeman, it is natural to accept the order assigned by the superior unconditionally, but Wen Xichun still can't figure it out: "Do I look like this?"

"Isn't this now? I can't find it? If I find a more suitable one, I can only settle for the next best thing. Among the short people, the taller one is taller." After Huang Jiu said, he patted Wen Xichun on the shoulder.

Didn't he remember that expression? Wen Xichun asked him to be a villain and tell the revenge of the murder of the Pakistani compatriot's husband, but no one believed it.

This law enforcement phishing operation adopts a strict confidentiality policy, and no one except a few parties knows about this plan.

Wen Xichun took a half-day off to go to the counter, and bought a lot of cosmetics and women's clothing according to the online tutorials. The total cost was [-] yuan. Anyway, the police station paid for it, didn't he? Distressed, and he was still chattering. Went to a high-end club and spent a lot of money to have a manicure.

Not really? He has this hobby, but he just thinks that if he wants to pretend, he has to pretend a little.

Under the strange eyes of the nail girl, Wen Xichun stretched out his fingers to admire his jelly-gradient extended nails. The thin white fingers are set off by the light pink nails to make them more slender and clean. If not? Say, no one will It is suspected that this is a pair of men's hands.

He finally suddenly realized: No wonder many girls can't save money, and their feelings are spent here? But... Bling Bling's, it's pretty good...

As soon as I arrived at the police station, Huang Jiu, who was playing with a fake beard, immediately came up to him, just like a child who was waiting for his mother to buy snacks. To? bag.

"Wow, boss, are you really taking the police station's public money? Think of it as money, isn't it? It's that kind of grandma Xiang, who can't get it for three or four hundred?"

Wen Xichun reached out and opened Huang Jiu's Lushan claw: "Don't touch it, if you break it, you will pay."

"Wow!!! Boss!!! You really don't? Be a man! What is this! Nail art!!! It's so perverted!"

Huang Jiu seemed to have discovered some alien species. He fumbled around Wen Xichun's hand, his high emotions faded, and this guy's eyes gradually became blurred.

He raised his head and looked at Wen Xichun's face, his little face was flushed red, it took a long time? He hesitated and said:

"Boss... I suddenly had a strange idea about you. We are all brothers. Can you please satisfy me?"

"I want to tickle you."

When it was time to get off work, after the people in the bureau gradually disappeared, and the chattering Huang Jiu went away, Wen Xichun closed the door, and mysteriously took out the pile of cosmetics he had just bought , open the video of the beauty blogger, and prepare a small notebook for recording——

"In winter, it is best to choose eye shadows in earth tones, which will make your eyes look warm and soft, and the whole person exudes a gentle temperament. You should also choose blush? Choose orange tones, which will make your face look? It is more plump and soft, very suitable for girls with clear facial contours~”

Wen Xichun nodded and looked around in the eyeshadow palette.

Earth color system, what color is it, if it is earth, is it green?But it doesn't seem to be the same color as the beauty blogger? It's the same...

No? Nevermind, just apply it first.

The pea-green eyeshadow smudged out of the corners of the eyes under Wen Xichun's ghostly hands, and Wen Xichun, a straight male aesthetic, looked at the face in the mirror that looked like a spider in a hole in a coil, and couldn't help feeling deeply suspicious.

Is that so?I don't think it's too pretty, but the spider spirit in Journey to the West seems to be like this, then, it should be pretty... Although it doesn't? It's just because of my own aesthetic point.

He took out another box of false eyelashes and cut them like a beauty blogger. It was a mess. He glued it on for a long time, and his eyelids were covered in eyelash glue. He almost glued his eyelids, but damn it. The false eyelashes were still hanging limply on the real eyelashes.

Wen Xichun felt that his eyes were not comfortable, so he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Oh shit!No? Kneading was fine, but when the glue entered the eyelid along the eyelid, it hurt so much that he gasped.

Wen Xichun quickly stood up, stumbled towards the water dispenser, but kicked the leg of the table because his vision was blocked...

He fell to the ground in a very unattractive posture, and his head hit the corner of the table...

Wen Xichun: Is this a woman?How did they all grow so big?

Just as he was slowly climbing up while supporting the ground, the door was suddenly kicked open.

No? Exaggeration, really kicked away.

In the blurred vision, a dark figure ran anxiously towards this side. Before Wen Xichun could see clearly, there was an extra pull on his wrist, and then his whole body was thrown from the ground. Pull it up? Reflexively embraced it in his arms.

The familiar smell of disinfectant spread instantly?

"You didn't? What's wrong with your face?" The other party seemed to be asking about his situation nervously at the beginning, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and then changed the topic in an instant.

Wen Xichun covered his glued eyes, looking hard at people.

Ah... bad luck, poor life, how did Yao Jingrong see it?Why hasn't he learned to knock on the door before entering?

"I heard movement inside, so I thought something happened, so hurry in and have a look." Yao Jingrong supported Wen Xichun to sit on the chair, with an uncontrollable smile in his tone.

"In the end, what are you crazy about?" Yao Jingrong raised his hand to wipe Wen Xichun's green eyeshadow while speaking, "Or is this your well-known hobby?"

Although Yao Jingrong is also a member of the police station, the higher-ups stipulated that fishing operations should never be revealed to outsiders.

Wen Xichun admitted:

"Please? Do? Tell people, well, I do have this hobby."

Although Yao Jingrong had already guessed that this person quietly came to the office, he must have received an order from his superiors, but this answer was unexpected.

He pretended to be shocked, and exaggeratedly looked Wen Xichun up and down.

"But you know, I've always had a good mouth. I don't have a clue, let alone talk. I don't use my brain. I'm afraid that one day I won't. Be careful to shake it off for you."

Wen Xichun took it seriously, isn't he? It's okay to expose his well-known "hobbies", if it is a fishing operation by the police station? It will be made public...

"I beg you, don't you? Do you want to? Tell me, can you?" Although it was a plea, the tone was threatening.

Yao Jingrong thought for a while, then smiled and said: "I am three or two years old, and I have been solo since motherhood. Have you ever been in love and longed to cuddle with your lover? Of course, stay with me tonight, and I will treat it as nothing. ?seen."

Wen Xichun laughed until his veins popped: "No? Do you want to push your nose on your face."

"Then it's up to you, do you want to accompany me or not? Accompanying is your business, say no? It's my business." Yao Jingrong casually put the autopsy report on the table, "I'm going first, you can read the report yourself."

The door of the office slowly opened a crack, and the toes just stepped out of the threshold——

"I see." The voice of compromise sounded.

Yao Jingrong stopped and turned around, with a half-smile in his eyes.

"Then, let me help you with your eyes first."

Wen Xichun didn't understand why he was following his way. In fact, as long as he told the truth, he wasn't afraid that he would go around talking nonsense with secret orders from the police station, but the strong sense of morality of his special profession made him I couldn't open my mouth at all, so I had to compromise in the end.

The saline rubbed against the red and swollen skin around the eyes, and the tingling became more intense.

Wen Xichun raised his hand to rub his eyes, but was held down by Yao Jingrong.

"Don't move? Be careful of infection."

Yao Jingrong was very close to him, his bright and colorful face was very close in his blurred vision, and his warm breath was on his cheeks.

Inexplicably, my heart skipped a beat suddenly.

"It's fine, but I want to get the eyelash glue into my eyes. It seems that you are still a novice." Can't you hear me? Is Yao Jingrong's words a mockery or a blame.

Wen Xichun didn't talk to him, mainly because he wasn't in the mood to argue with him now.

"Okay, don't put these on for a few days? It's a mess, I'll get you a bottle of eye drops, and put some refreshments on my eyes." Putting away the utensils, Yao Jingrong raised his hand and rubbed Wen Xichun's head.

But he felt that it was inappropriate, so he immediately withdrew his hand.

After Yao Jingrong left, Wen Xichun immediately took the mirror, opened his glued right eye with great effort, and looked carefully.

Now it doesn't? It hurts a lot, and the strange feeling is gradually reducing, but it's very red and swollen. It looks like it was punched by someone.

No? After a while, Yao Jingrong came back with a bottle of eye drops and put it on the table: "I'll go to the hospital for a checkup later. Is there any problem? Go home early and rest."

Wen Xichun didn't understand: "No? I mean I want to stay with you for a night?"

"No? I'm in a hurry." Yao Jingrong smiled, "We'll talk about Valentine's Day the day after tomorrow."

Wen Xichun gently stroked around the eyes, and a few big question marks were placed in his mind.

Why? Wait? When it comes to Valentine's Day, wouldn't two men spend Valentine's Day together? Wouldn't that be weird?Does he? What do you think about me?

He must have had something on my mind.

Yao Forensic Doctor is gay? !Sure enough, I had this feeling when I first met him, and the man's intuition is also very accurate.

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Xichun immediately stood up, took the bag of women's clothing and hurried out.

Be careful, did you hold the bag firmly, the floral skirt and white stockings suddenly fell to the ground and spread out? The good guy spread out into a human shape.

The atmosphere was embarrassing. Yao Jingrong looked at the skirt, then at Wen Xichun, and saw his beautiful hands. After a long while, he slowly stretched out his thumbs. It's a meaningful smile, with a look of "Is it okay? I understand everything about it".

Moon Hee Chun: The death of the society is just a matter of time.

Wen Xichun went to the hospital to have his eyes checked, and the doctor said nothing serious. He would not be blind for the time being. Only then did Wen Xichun feel relieved, and prepared to go home with his skirt in his hands.

As soon as the person arrived at the station, the mobile phone showed that he had received a new message.

When I opened it, I found that the sender was "Yao Forensic Doctor".

The content is only a few short words:

[White silk? It suits you, ordinary leggings are fine. 】

Someone slammed the phone into his pocket?...

There are not many people at the station at night, only a few 996 office workers dragged their tired bodies and stood beside them, swiping their mobile phones. They didn't feel like returning home. After all, they may receive task calls from their leaders at any time when they return home.

No? In the distance, a few black shadows hurried towards this side carrying something?

Not yet? Seeing the appearance clearly, the swear words floated over first?:

"The police station in the dog days really took themselves seriously. They even went to the municipal government to make a report. Damn it, I really thank them. I still have to come over at night to work overtime."

The other also echoed repeatedly: "That's right, although human life is important? For us? The low-level wage earners can do whatever they want?"

"Speaking of which? Nice to hear, those? What does the death of the unlucky ghost have to do with us? It's really a big fuss."

With a "bang" sound, several black shadows dropped the items in their hands heavily on the ground.

Wenjiao???????????????????? Chunxi sound? Look over the past, is a bucket of latex paint.

"Forget it, forget it, work quickly, I want to go home early to accompany my wife and children." One of them took out a felt roller, dipped enough latex paint in the bucket, and then painted it on the stop sign of the bus stop.

Although many stations have now replaced with electronic light box-style stop signs, because this is an old city, coupled with budget and land occupation issues, there are still a few platforms that still retain the old-style stop signs.

Wen Xichun was also bored, so he began to look at a few workers at work.

Sure enough, there is a saying that goes well, 360 lines make the top picks, and the skillful painting techniques of the workers almost cover the words on the original stop sign smoothly with one layer, and the movements are skillful and agile.

The felt roller is coated evenly from top to bottom, and half of the stop sign suddenly turns clean white.

Wen Xichun subconsciously glanced at the name of the platform.

"Every piano station..." he murmured unconsciously.

Is this platform called this name?Although I haven’t been here a few times, but in my impression, this platform should be called Haiqin Station…

"Brother, don't you? Can you read? Here? This is Haiqin Square, what are you talking about?" the worker joked.

Wait a moment!

Every Qin——Hai Qin, because the master worker painted the radical of the word "sea", so I mistook it for the word "every".

knew!I finally understood why the suspected victims reported a site that didn't exist at all. It was because the sign they saw was blocked by someone inadvertently or maliciously.

So no? Victims familiar with the site reported station names that didn't even exist.

Wen Xichun immediately took a taxi and went straight to the police station.

Turning on the computer, Wen Xichun arranged the names of all the stations in Huiyuan City and printed them out. He took a pen and marked all the stations with "Luri, Jinmu" and then combined them. Finally, he found that they fit the two stations. There is only one name:

Luyang Road Station.

As for another jinme station, there is really no one that matches it.

However, after demarcating the scope of the airport, we found a platform named "Xinfu Station" among more than a dozen stations on the National Highway behind.

The word "罘" has a "four" on it, but if you look at it horizontally, it does look like the word "目".

Once the important clues were identified, Wen Xichun couldn't sit still any longer, and didn't care if his eyes were still hurting, so he went out the door and rushed straight to the police car.

In the darkness, a figure suddenly stopped in front of the car.

The headlights were turned on, and the man in front of the car subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Under the strong light, that figure slowly walked towards the side of the car? He raised his hand and knocked on the window:

"The farmer and the snake? I just dealt with your eyes so quickly to repay your kindness?"

Although I don't know why Yao Jingrong hasn't left so late, but many partners are easy to do, Wen Xichun doesn't even want to open the car lock:

"Get in the car and take you somewhere?"

Although he didn't understand why, Yao Jingrong got into the car obediently, but the seat belt hadn't been fastened yet, the kid next to him kicked the gas pedal, and his body slammed into the front.

Yao Jingrong: Is it true that you will repay your favor? That's wrong.

"I know why the victim reported the name of the site that didn't exist when he reported the crime." Wen Xichun drove the car with a solemn expression.

"tell me the story?"

"The reason is very simple. Some of the words on the station sign were covered by people, so what the victim saw was part of the name of the station. For example, Luri Station may be Luyang Road Station, and the other may be Xinfu Station, but Is it doubtful or not? Not sure."

Yao Jingrong raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

"But there is another point. This kind of situation can only happen on the premise that the victim is not familiar with the name of the station. If the murderer chooses the target at random, how will he know whether the victim has been to this station before? .”

Wen Xichun pondered for a moment, and said: "Maybe, I found out by chatting with the victim with a hypocritical image?"

"It's possible that even if the first two victims were dragged away because they were knocked out, normal people would be vigilant at such a late hour, but the victims didn't have any signs of fighting, only signs of unilateral abuse, so From this point of view, the murderer should be a man with clean clothes, sincere tone, and gentle facial features."

Wen Xichun nodded: "If it's your look? Doesn't it make people feel bad? It's safe, and the tone is not enough. Most people will probably find a weapon that is convenient to fight with you."

"Are you laughing at me?" Yao Jingrong narrowed his eyes.

"Just tell the truth."

Did Yao Jingrong? Arguing with him again, he seemed to be persuaded by his "tell the truth".

"Does your eyes still hurt?" The conversation changed, and Wen Xichun's eyes became concerned again.

"Much better, thanks to your saline solution, I have seen the real secret of the vanishing station."

Yao Jingrong chuckled lightly, and dug out his hand in his pocket, and with the sound of the wrapping paper rattling, a piece of chocolate appeared in his hand.

Wen Xichun glanced at the chocolate box, and suddenly remembered the piece of chocolate box he took out of his pocket when he was trapped in Songyue Girls' High School.

It was as if Yao Jingrong had expected this kind of thing to happen, so he stuffed chocolates into his pocket in advance, which could save his life if necessary.

"Thank you." Although Wen Xichun always? No? Beg to agree with Yao Jingrong's character, but this thank you is sincere.

****

"Tick-tick-tick-" The water droplets fell on the rough ground, making a crisp sound?

The boy slowly opened his eyes, but found that the corners of his eyes were all the same.

There was endless darkness in front of my eyes, as if my eyes were blindfolded.

what happened.

Just now I was waiting for the arrival of the last bus, and then a man came over and asked him for directions. It was too dark, didn't I see the man's face clearly, and I was just answering to myself, "I am also the first One time? This place?" After that, there was a sharp pain in the neck, and the consciousness was immediately withdrawn from the body.

The boy tried to move his body, but found that his hands and feet were tightly bound with ropes. He tried to shout, but his mouth seemed to be sealed with tape, and he could only utter a short "woo hoo" through his nose "Voice?.

Where is this? Did that man tie himself up?What does he want to do, he is just a student, even if he kidnaps himself, he won't get any benefits.

"Batta, Batta—"

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from far to near, like the sound of men's leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor.

He could feel a person standing in front of him, and as the sound of breathing became louder and louder, this person seemed to be getting closer to him.

With the sound of "chua", the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lips, and the tape that sealed his mouth was ruthlessly torn off.

"Who are you! What do you want to do!" The boy yelled peacefully, holding on to the last hope, wanting to draw the attention of the people around him through his shouting, even if it was just a homeless man.

"Ding—from now on, let's play a little game. Your answer will determine your future fate." The other party's voice sounded calm, and he raised a question to himself. Strange request.

The boy shook his head desperately: "I don't seem to? I know you, don't you? I misunderstood."

"The first question, who are the two generals who put down the Anshi Rebellion?"

The boy doesn't understand why, no? He knows what the purpose of this person is, but he learned this knowledge point in history class.

"Li Guangbi and Guo Ziyi?" He answered cautiously.

"Bingo! Congratulations on your correct answer." The other party's voice was excited and joyful, which made the boy suspect that he was just a psychopath with nothing to do, and didn't mean to hurt himself.

But at the moment when this idea came into being, there was a sudden heavy blow on the face, and the iron plate collided with the face and made a loud noise.

The boy let out a cry of pain, and soon tasted the bloody smell that filled his mouth.

"second question……"

"Wait? Wait?! What are you trying to do, who are you!" The boy struggled? Struggling his limbs, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope seemed to be tied.

"Second question, who is the great artist known by the world to paint light with darkness?" The man ignored him and asked himself.

"I don't? I know! Who are you? I have no grievances with you. Why do you want to kill me!" At this moment, the boy completely lost the mood to play this kind of boring game with him, just driven by fear? Yelling in a controlled manner.

With a "bang" sound, the iron plate slapped the boy hard on the face again.

The boy was so dizzy from his beating that he even had a strong sense of vomiting.

"It's Rembrandt!" The other party hit the boy's face with an iron plate, causing blood to ooze from his facial features, and his nose was broken and tilted to one side.

Amidst the boy's desperate screams, the other party didn't seem to want to let him go, and shouted hysterically while beating him: "It's the Dutch painter Rembrandt! You just fucking Do you know the old clappers of the Renaissance! Let’s learn more about the history of art too!”

The boy was beaten so hard that he couldn't make a sound, and waves of severe pain invaded his brain.

"One last question! Who is the author of Art Neuron! Tell me!"

The boy slowly raised his head, seeing the darkness in front of his eyes that could not see a little light.

"I have no idea."

"What's the use of reading!" The other party slammed an iron plate on the boy's face, and stomped on his upper foot several times, "Nothing? I know, what's the use of reading, you trash!"

The boy suddenly thought of the news he had read a few days ago. A corpse was found in a deep mountain near the national road. The victim had suffered inhumane abuse before his death.

Perhaps, the man in front of him is that vicious murderer?

The boy managed to pull himself together. He knew that he would probably not survive under such a person. If he was done, then perhaps he could find a way to realize his remaining value at this time.

The boy's hands tied behind his back moved slightly? He tried the ground, which seemed to be sand.

Exhausting his last bit of strength, he wrote the three letters "Art" on the sand.

"Okay, little idiot, I will give you a chance now. I can call the police station for you, but you can only report a place name. See if those idiots can find you. This is your last chance I hope, if you say more? Useful..."

There was a piercing sound as the tip of the knife scraped across the ground.

"I can make you bid farewell to this wonderful world right away, do you understand?" The other party's tone was joking, as if what was in front of him was not a living human being, but a worthless little bug .

The boy leaned against the corner and nodded slowly.

The call came from the opposite side? The police officer on duty asked vigilantly: "Hi, may I help you?"

The boy was panting weakly, and the blood in his body seemed to be draining little by little.

He pursed his dry lips, and said slowly:

"The station of Ruimei Factory..."

The police on the opposite side are very nervous about this kind of direct call to report the place name, so they immediately asked loudly: "The specific location! Or a landmark building!"

But before the boy could answer, the mysterious man pressed the end button abruptly.

He walked to the window with the mobile phone, swung his arms and threw the mobile phone hard?

The phone hit the water and slowly sank to the bottom——

The gleaming iron wire was pulled out from the cloth bag by the mysterious man. He squatted in front of the boy and gestured to the boy's mouth a few times——