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

Wen Xichun pinched the white powder inside, frowning slightly: "Is this... a drug?"

Yao Jingrong nodded his head: "There are eight transparent bags at the scene, all of which contain cocaine powder. If the client does not inhale, then the dead person inhaled it. With such a large amount, there is a possibility of death. ?Extremely sexual."

After Wen Xichun listened to it, he looked at the strange corpse on the bed again.

The deceased was as thin as a stick, her face was livid, her lips were pale, her teeth were slightly black, and her joints were covered with large and small rotten sores to varying degrees. Her mascara was smeared from wet tears, and her eyes were stained black, which was horrible.

The prostitute at the door, that is, Huang Jiu’s cousin, the temperature in April is not too high, but the cousin only wears a pair of boxer briefs, and for a strand, he kneels at the door? He hugs his wife’s leg and loses his voice Weeping bitterly, the irony is that the lip prints on his cheeks and neck are still clearly beating in front of everyone with the movements of crying and begging for mercy.

"Wife, you? Advise my brother-in-law, that woman died? It's really none of my business. I wake up like this. I really don't know anything, my wife!"

Huang Jiu took a deep breath, tried to stabilize his emotions, and turned his head: "Boss, just now we went downstairs to find the person in charge of this massage room, and found that he had already run away while taking advantage of it. What should we do now?"

"Notify the criminal police team to immediately block all sites? Look, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, he must be arrested."

When Wen Xichun said this, he was so imposing that Yao Jingrong couldn't help but look at him more.

Wen Xichun hooked his fingers at Huang Jiu's brother-in-law, motioning him to come closer?

The man kneeled and moved on the ground without dignity, hugged Wen Xichun's thigh again with snot and tears: "Brother policeman, are you sure? Find out the truth and clear me! I really don't know anything !"

Wen Xichun retracted his legs: "Then say something? You? You know."

The man quickly nodded? His head was like pounding garlic.

"About what time did you come?"

"Three, three o'clock? Exactly."

"What time is it over?"

The man thought for a while, then lowered his head: "Three o'clock? Half past...after? I was very sleepy, so I fell asleep."

"Then what did you and the deceased do during this half hour?"

"Just... take off your clothes, and then? After chatting for a while, it's time to get down to business."

"Disgusting!" With a scream, the wife at the door couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out of the massage room with red eyes.

The man knelt on the ground in frustration and kept sighing.

"You? You'd better think about it seriously. Did she take drugs in front of you?" Wen Xichun reminded.

The man almost scratched his head and racked his brains for a long time, before he was sure: "No, I didn't see her sucking it, and if I knew that she sucked it, I wouldn't even look for her!"

"Okay, okay, what kind of good people are you pretending to be? You can't get anything if you get dirty with pornography, gambling and drugs? Wash it off." Huang Jiu couldn't help but interjected.

The man lowered his head again.

"After you fell asleep, she might have taken drugs and tortured herself like this. You didn't notice such a big movement?" Wen Xichun thought it was inconceivable.

The man pondered for a moment: "After we were done, she poured me a glass of water. I fell asleep within a few minutes after drinking it. It was only because the owner of the massage parlor woke me up that I realized I was dead."

After drinking water? Suddenly feel sleepy?

Wen Xichun frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

According to the man's identification, he picked up the cup the man used to drink water. There was a thin layer of bottom inside, and a layer of light white powder settled on the bottom of the cup.

Wen Xichun handed the cup to Yao Jingrong for him to check.

"Maybe? The water is mixed with sleeping pills, and it will be sent to the laboratory to see what the ingredients are."

Strange, if the cup was really sleeping pills or other coma ingredients, why did the deceased deliberately let the client drink the drug, and after he fell asleep, he took an overdose of drugs and put himself in this position again.

"Wait a minute." Yao Jingrong suddenly called out to everyone.

He slowly lifted half of the deceased's body, and slightly committed himself to look at the deceased's back.

On her back, there was a tattoo that was exactly the same as that of the first three victims.

Wen Xichun was shocked, and immediately grabbed the dead man's wrist and looked at it.

Sure enough, there was also a five-centimeter knife mark on the wrist of the deceased who had just scabbed over.

Is it a coincidence? At this point, the coincidence can no longer be explained.

"Have you ever seen this kind of tattoo on the body of the deceased before?"

The man nodded his head: "I see, I saw it last time I came here."

Huang Jiu was so angry that he almost asked the idiot man: "You saw it last time? It seems that you are still a regular customer?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the man buried his head deeply like an ostrich again.

"I think the reason why she tied herself up like this is probably due to hallucinations caused by drug overdose, because the door was locked at the time, and it couldn't be opened even with the key, which means that there were only two people at the scene. Man, if it wasn't for the deliberate murder of this Mr. whore, then this is the only reason that can be explained logically."

After surveying the scene, Wen Xichun came to the above conclusion.

According to the preliminary judgment of the corpse, the time of death was two hours ago, and the time the prostitute fell asleep was three hours ago, and lip prints and two different fingerprints were collected on the cup. If it is proved that the prostitute did not lie, then the hostess can be determined to have died of a drug overdose.

As weird as the self-harming man and the gluttonous woman, none of the three had the possibility of being murdered, but their deaths happened too coincidentally, and the time was seamlessly connected.

Back at the police station, Wen Xichun dug out the autopsy reports of the other three people and found detailed photos:

"Perhaps the focus of our investigation now should be on the identical tattoos of these few dead."

He turned around and looked at the bewildered police officers: "Three minutes, tell me what you think."

Xiao Liu: "First rule out homicide. In such a completely closed room, no third person appeared, and the deceased died of heart paralysis, which was obviously caused by drug overdose."

"Don't generalize, I'm asking about all the dead."

Tong Si hesitated, as if he was afraid that his guess would lead his colleagues astray.

"Officer Tong, what do you think?" But nothing escaped Wen Xichun's eyes.

"Actually... We investigated the family background of the male deceased. His mother had been paralyzed for many years and lived with her son. His wife had an affair in marriage and later divorced and married a rich man. Although his son was young But he was rebellious. He made troubles at school every day. The deceased was called to school every three days. Became the first batch to be included in the layoff list."

Wen Xichun nodded his head and signaled him to continue talking with encouraging eyes.

"And then there was the woman who died from overeating. She had many doubts. One day after her death, her mother couldn't wait to get the insurance money, and the beneficiary besides herself was her second-married husband. , but she lied to the police that she had always been single, and according to her neighbor's statement, she often heard beatings and scolding from the deceased's house. The deceased had suicidal tendencies before and was persuaded by passing citizens return."

"Finally, let's talk about the hostess. We have heard from many sources in her workplace. She dropped out of school when she was 19 to join the society. At that time, she had a boyfriend who made a living selling drugs. Once, the deceased asked him to help transport drugs without his knowledge. After transporting as much as a suitcase, he was caught by the police on the spot and sentenced to death. However, it was later found out that the deceased was indeed Without knowing it, she was released on bail pending trial. She knew that she was cheated by her boyfriend and almost lost her life. She fell overnight, prostituted, prostituted, and took drugs. She seemed to have lost the courage to live long ago."

Wen Xichun nodded thoughtfully: "The same tattoos and scars were found on these people, so I suspect that someone has analyzed their extremely low desire to survive based on their current environment. Mental state, and further instigation."

Tong Si smiled: "That's what I mean."

"But even if it is abetting suicide, what is the purpose of the instigator, to make money? They are not rich, and not all of them buy insurance, even if they buy the beneficiary, they will not be the instigator." Huang Jiu didn't understand.

"If it's profitable to instigate one person, can you understand it, but if you instigate so many people...the purpose is absolute? It's not as simple as making money."

Wen Xichun slowly looked at the photo of the four tattoos on the whiteboard: "And what does this tattoo mean?"

He suddenly remembered that the beginning of everything seemed to come from the girl named "Xiaoya" who reported that someone was carrying the head, and then "following the location she said", found He Yan's body, saw the The strange tattoo totem, and the subsequent murders all seemed to revolve around this tattoo.

Import the tattoo pictures into the computer, and try to find the same pattern based on big data analysis, but everyone has searched all the cult totems at home and abroad throughout the ages and failed to find a match.

Wen Xichun died? Died? Staring at the pattern, flipping it over and over again.

The hour hand circled the dial and finally pointed to twelve.

Tong Si changed his clothes, looked at Wen Xichun who was still struggling on the front line, and shook his head: "Team Wen, go back early, and be careful of staying up late and hurting your liver."

Wen Xichun didn't seem to hear his kind reminder, but just buried himself in his work.

He and Tong Si changed shifts, so tonight and tomorrow night, he will be on the night shift.

In addition to being eager to find out the truth of the case, it can't be said that it has nothing to do with not wanting to go back to Yao Jingrong's house.

But, you? If you don't go, I will come. There must always be an active person in this kind of thing.

Unprecedented, the office door rang softly twice, and Wen Xichun didn't even realize that it would be Yao Jingrong who knocked on the door. After all, he probably didn't have this habit when he was born.

So when he said "Come in" and saw Yao Jingrong's face, his mood suddenly became inexplicably anxious.

"Look at you? You didn't go back, so I know you're still working here." Yao Jingrong put the fresh fruit he bought when he came here on the table, "Still looking for tattoos?"

After Wen Xichun let out a cold "huh" from his nose, he didn't continue.

"Ah, I'm still waiting for you at home. I want to tell you a little secret." Yao Jingrong took out an orange from the plastic bag, inserted his thin white fingertips into the orange peel, and found a large piece of orange peel. In an instant, it tossed in the hands.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Wen Xichun frowned, as if he was a little disgusted with his intentional behavior.

"I know a library that contains a lot of documents about witchcraft and cult rituals. Maybe you can go there and look for it. Maybe there is something important to discover."

Yao Jingrong put the peeled oranges into Wen Xichun's hands: "By the way, the curator of the library participated in ghost exorcism activities with his grandfather in Taiwan a few years ago, and he is also a well-known local ghost exorcist." Teacher, instead of looking at the database here, how about asking an expert in this field?"

At this time, Wen Xichun finally raised his eyes.