sincerity of lies

Huayi Community is a high-end community in Ning City, and there are villas in it. There are 7 villas where the murder occurred. When Ji Xun arrived, the people from the second branch had already arrived.

Huo Ranyin stood at the most conspicuous position, and saw him right away.

Ji Xun walked to Huo Ranyin's side, but he lingered slowly, unwilling to go in.

Huo Ranyin: "What's wrong?"

"Obviously, it smells like blood." Ji Xun fumbled in his pocket, fumbling around, trying to find a piece of facial tissue. Unfortunately, he went out in a hurry today, and he searched all over his pockets, but he couldn't find what was supposed to appear.

"Is it possible that the crime scene doesn't smell of blood?" Huo Ranyin was often asked speechlessly by Ji Xun.Then he put his hand into his pocket, took out a piece of facial tissue from his pocket, shook it out and handed it to Ji Xun.

According to ordinary people, you should say thank you at this time.

Ji Xun is not an ordinary person, he is a pusher. He took the tissue paper, put it on his nose, and then naturally spread his hands to Huo Ranyin: "Candy."

"...Why do you think I will have candies?" Huo Ranyin asked back.

"Because I'm by your side." Ji Xun replied.

"I haven't." Huo Ranyin said coldly.

"I will be very disappointed." Ji Xun said, and looked at Huo Ranyin with a condemning look.

Huo Ranyin was unmoved.

"Crying for you?" Ji Xun thought for a while, then said.He covered half of his face with a tissue, leaving only a pair of eyes, turning back and forth on Huo Ranyin's face, turning back and forth again.

It seems that there are only feathers, sweeping back and forth across the face, sweeping back and forth.

Huo Ranyin persisted for a while, then compromised.

He turned around and walked towards Wen Yangyang and Tan Mingjiu. When Ji Xun just came over, Tan Mingjiu was talking around Wen Yangyang. Wen Yangyang got bored, took out a candy and stuffed it into Tan Mingjiu's mouth—— Wen Yangyang has candies.

He felt that Ji Xun should also pay attention to this scene.

But this time the other party seemed to be blinded by choice, just asking him for candy.

He walked up to Wen Yangyang and stretched out his hand to him. Wen Yangyang was almost surprised and offered his candies. There was a whole pack of fruit candies with various flavors.

Huo Ranyin grabbed four or five and returned to Ji Xun's side.

"Give."

"Thank you." Ji Xun was not stingy now, took away the tissue paper, showed a smiling face, and opened his mouth to Huo Ranyin, "Come on, take me out of the scene, please take care of my physical and mental health~"

"..."

Huo Ranyin suspected that Ji Xun actually saw the scene between Wen Yangyang and Tan Mingjiu just now, so he picked a pineapple flavored one, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into the other's mouth.

Now Ji Xun is finally willing to enter the door with Huo Ranyin.

When they entered the living room, they immediately saw a messy and bloody scene:

All the furniture that should have been placed properly were piled up in a corner of the living room, and in the huge space that was vacated, a bloody sun was inlaid on the white marble floor of the living room.

The sun is like an abstract painting, except for a huge ring in the middle, the surrounding rays of light are drawn as snakes, and the snakes are twisted and twisted, surrounding this huge source, among these twisted long snakes , also mixed with knives, forks, halberds and other weapons.The weirdness is enough to make people's scalp tingle at a glance.

People from the forensics department were taking photos around the sun, and Huo Ranyin stood beside him with his arms folded.

Ji Xun: "Drawn by Mo Nai?"

Huo Ranyin: "Yes."

Ji Xun commented: "It's a bit of performance art."

Huo Ranyin began to briefly introduce the case: "The mixed blood of the husband and wife has been tested in the blood. According to the calculation of blood volume at the scene, neither of them survived, but the body was not found. The husband died on the sofa in the hall downstairs. There is blood residue, and the basin next to it is used to receive blood, and these can be judged from the traces. As for the wife, it can only be seen that she was bled in the hall for the time being. The crime scene was discovered by the aunt who came to clean it at [-] o'clock in the morning , according to her description, the hostess went on a trip a few days ago, and the host explained that she would come to clean the house the next day, so she happened to not come yesterday.

"Zhuo Zangying, male, 40 years old, Chief Physician of the Oncology Department of Ningshi Health Care Hospital. Gao Shuang, female, 38 years old, full-time wife. The couple have a six-year-old son who just started elementary school. Fortunately, the son went out because of his wife. According to the testimony of Gao Shuang’s parents, the daughter called at 1 pm yesterday to discuss when to pick up the child. So she was still alive at that time.”

"As for Zhuo Zangying, he was on vacation recently, he was not on duty at the hospital, and the witness who contacted him yesterday has not been found yet."

"Cash and valuable jewellery, etc. are all missing, and the mobile phones of Gao Shuang and Zhuo Zangying are also missing."

Ji Xun thought about it after listening, and asked, "Then where did you find Mo Nai's fingerprints?"

"There was residue on the washbasin and on the painting cloth."

"That's weird—"

Huo Ranyin nodded, and expressed his inference: "He has committed a crime. His fingerprints and DNA are in the archives. Leaving fingerprints means that the police are involved in the case. In this case, the body should be taken away to find another person." Abandoning the corpse here is a bit unnecessary."

Wen Yangyang hugged the document, carefully avoiding the bloody sun in the hall, leaned over to Ji Xun, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Ji, is this because the perverted murderer in your novel has a collection habit, so he took the corpse with him?" Let’s make some specimens and become the trophies of their murder.”

Ji Xun was shocked: "I haven't written this kind of thing——?!"

Wen Yangyang: "I wrote it. In the Crane of Eternal Life, the animal protection-oriented murderer killed seven poachers and made human specimens, which were hidden in the large wooden sculpture group. You wrote that the murderer carefully cut open the back of the neck arteries, drain the blood, take out the viscera, remove the grease, and finally replace the eyeballs with brown chalcedony. He caresses those bodies lovingly, just like stroking the crane that never falls in his heart—Mr. Ji, this is you The back cover of the book."

Huo Ranyin sneered: "It costs so much to kill a person, as expected of a novelist."

Ji Xun was very embarrassed, Qia Fan's trash novels were used as an example on this occasion, which would damage his aura of wisdom, so he abruptly changed the subject: "Mo Nai does not have the conditions to make specimens, where can he find Forma as a fugitive?" Lin, let's continue to check the scene."

He left the first floor as if fleeing, and walked to the second floor.

The second floor was very clean, with no traces of blood or struggle, except that the cloakroom was a little messy because the jewelry had been taken away.

Zhuo Zangying earns a lot of money. He and Gao Shuang live in a villa. The decoration is naturally very good. Not only that, but also a very advanced smart home. Just one app can control the use of the whole house's appliances, windows, etc., which is very convenience.

"Why didn't you rent this kind of house in the first place? Anyway, after spending so much money, wouldn't it be nice to go home and take a pre-set hot bath?" Ji asked Huo Ranyin who was following behind.

Huo Ranyin asked back: "Why don't you decorate it like this when you need clothes to stretch out your hands and eat to open your mouth?"

Ji Xun curled his lips: "The replacement is too fast. I didn't know there was such a magic tool. Like the dryer, I was bought by Amway because I wrote Wencha information, and I couldn't live without it—— —The dryer also has a magical effect, take someone home at night for a one-night stand, and throw the clothes you took off in it..."

He deliberately glanced back, and found that there was no one else around himself and Huo Ranyin, so he continued to swear:

"The next morning, from head to toe, was a decent man again with the scent of sunshine and soap."

"A lot of experience." Huo Ranyin sneered, "Why didn't you put my clothes in the dryer when you brought me home?"

"..."

Ji Xun coughed and thought to himself, this is not the first time someone has come here, will he not remember it for a while?

They talked and entered the master bedroom of the villa. The sheets and quilts on the bed were very tidy. Only one side of the bedside table in the bedroom was filled with things, such as humidifiers, alarm clocks, memo pads, and children’s photos. The other side was empty. Xun opened the closet and looked at it, and said to Huo Ranyin: "Only Gao Shuang's clothes, the couple slept in separate rooms when they were under 40, and Gao Shuang didn't sleep with the children. Their relationship between husband and wife seems very ordinary."

Huo Ranyin couldn't agree with Ji Xun's arbitrary statement: "You and your significant other will sleep in separate rooms when you are less than 30. Please consider other factors."

Ji Xun: "..."

Today his reasoning is as good as Waterloo.

He struggled to win his respect: "According to the novel, love will cure my insomnia. I believe I will not do such a low-eq thing as a house split."

"Then when you were struggling with insomnia, why didn't you talk about a relationship according to what you said?" Huo Ranyin said slowly, "Since you didn't do this, it means you don't believe this statement."

"That's what I didn't expect. It's not too late to talk about it now."

Ji Xun thought that Huo Ranyin was going to ask "Who are you talking to?" This was obviously a natural answer, and he even thought of the sentence to answer.

But Huo Ranyin suddenly fell silent, and did not continue to ask.

This aroused Ji Xun's curiosity instead: "Why don't you ask me who I want to talk to?"

Huo Ranyin just laughed.

No need to ask.

Why ask a person who can't sleep next to him, who would he like to fall in love with?

Huo Ranyin didn't answer, so Ji Xun had no choice but to continue watching the scene. Naturally, the bed occupied the largest area in the bedroom. He took out gloves from Huo Ranyin's pocket, put them on, and bent down to lift the quilt.

"Um--"

"Blue striped quilt cover and starry sky bed sheet?" Huo Ranyin whispered, "Although they are in the same color system, they don't look like a set."

"Although some people don't care whether the four-piece suit is complete and often mix it up, I believe that those who live in this kind of villa..." Ji Xun looked up at the chandelier in the bedroom. If he read correctly, the chandelier was imported by an artist Design, "Shouldn't make this kind of careless mistake. Is it possible that Mo Nai took the bed sheet?"

"Why did he take the sheets?" Huo Ranyin asked back.

"What about wrapping the corpse?" Ji Xun speculated.

"Even if it's wrapping the corpse," Huo Ranyin felt that this guess made some sense, but there was one thing that didn't make sense. "Why did you put sheets on the bed? The hall is so messy, why should the sheets be made neatly?"

This question is really puzzling.

Ji Xun shrugged his shoulders, didn't ask any more questions, and walked around the room again. After making sure that he didn't miss anything, he went back downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I saw Wen Yangyang and Tan Mingjiu standing in front of a side table close to the armrest of the sofa, next to the aunt who reported the case and Hu Xian who did part of the trace inspection work although there was no body.

He walked over and heard Hu Xian say, "That means you think the gangster used that horse as a murder weapon to beat the deceased to death."

"What kind of horse?" Ji Xun interrupted.

"It's about a little smaller than a laptop computer, with two big hands side by side. It's made of copper, and it's blue. It's pretty, and it's a bit heavy." The aunt said with a picture. "I remember it very clearly. It was wiped just the day before yesterday and it was placed on the coffee table. Just now I saw your police tidying up the pile of furniture over there, but I didn't see it after looking around."

It may be that there is no corpse at the scene, and the scarlet sun has diluted its sense of terror after watching it for a long time. The aunt who was frightened and panicked before regained her strength and began to actively help solve the case.

"My husband died on the sofa." As Ji Xun said, he walked to the side table, and on the empty side table, Kong Kong picked up something, stood by the armrest of the sofa, bent down and smashed—

"Well, it's quite smooth, but the sofa is a bit short, so it's not easy to use force." Ji Xun said.

"Mo Nai is not tall." Huo Ranyin added.

"He wasn't hit when he was completely flat." Hu Yuan shook his head, pointing to the blood stains, "From the distribution of the blood stains, his body was slightly raised when he was hit, so the radiation center is here."

Hu Xian's hand fell halfway up the sofa, and after a while she called her colleagues over: "There seems to be blue sequins left here, maybe it's the paint of the bronze horse, come and collect it."

The transparent evidence bag was quickly collected and handed over to the auntie. The auntie just glanced at it and nodded repeatedly: "It's this, it's this, the color of that bronze horse is very unique, I can't make a mistake."

Ji Xun raised an eyebrow at Hu Yuan: "The speed is fast enough."

The smile on Hu Xian's face seemed vague: "It should."

"That is to say, the host was probably already awake when he was hit, but he was killed before he could react. And the hostess..." Ji Xun pondered over the quilt, and said in a hesitant tone, "Maybe he was killed upstairs, and the bed sheet has some kind of trace. But the bed sheet doesn't necessarily belong to Mona... Are there other people's fingerprints at the scene?"

Hu Yuan sighed: "This is the reception hall, it's normal to have other people's fingerprints left."

The aunt interrupted a little unwillingly: "I clean up very seriously, and I will wipe all these corners."

Ji Xun was amused: "Listen to Auntie, check all the remaining physical evidence and whoever belongs to it just in case."

Tan Mingjiu suffocated: "Ji Xun, you even gave orders and started to substitute, why don't you just take another career exam and come back to be our deputy team."

However, Huo Ranyin made a simple gesture at the side, and Tan Mingjiu could only accept his fate with tears in his eyes.

Speaking of this, Ji Xun asked again: "It is impossible for so many things to have no means of transportation. What means of transportation does he use?"

Huo Ranyin: "A sports car in the garage is missing."

Auntie added: "Alfa Romeo 4C!"

The two looked at the aunt, wondering why an aunt could name the sports car so accurately.

"Our wife is a show-off character. If there is something that is less than a day old, everyone will know. She said that she bought this car because she wanted a Romeo-style romantic lover. Alas, she is nearly 40 years old. She's crazy." The aunt curled her lips, "I don't know how our husband fell in love with her."

The aunt is said to have worked in this family for three years.

She hasn't changed in three years, and she must be a professional in her daily work, but now that the hostess and hostess of the family are dead, some words hidden in her heart can't help but come out.

In fact, this aunt was hired by Gao Shuang.

It's just that rich wives who don't work, whether it's aunts or passers-by, always look down on them.

Ji Xun walked to the window, looking at the open floor-to-ceiling windows and the garden plants outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that block the view of the outside world.

The situation at the scene is fairly clear, and there is a direction for the follow-up tracking.

But he still felt a little confused...

Did Mo Nai work so hard to come out just to kill people?

There was only eleven months left in the sentence. From his point of view, why didn't he just wait until the end of the sentence and get out of prison safely, and then wait for an opportunity to commit crimes?Obviously the latter has a higher safety factor and less risk.

This is a forest.

The once beautiful Alfa Romeo 4C has now been smashed by branches and gravel, covered with bruises, and its beauty is no longer there. Under the broken paint, the thick iron sheet is exposed, so ugly and dirty.

Mo Nai got off the driver's seat, he opened the rear compartment, pulled the two corpses stuffed in horizontally and vertically, and dragged them out. The dead body weighed a little bit more than the front body.

He only made one move to drag the body out of the trunk, so out of breath.

The heavy corpse, like a heavy sack, hit the ground heavily.The striped sheets that wrapped them were spread out, and a hand of a corpse inside hit Mo Nai's ankle.

It was a plump hand.

He also wore an expensive bracelet on his hand.

Originally, this hand was white and soft, but now it has turned gray and stiff.

She is dead.

Mo Nai sighed and stroked this hand.

She is dead.

His expression was a little sad, but he gradually became crazy. He returned to the car and took out the things he collected from the villa from the passenger seat. There were knives, knives for chopping meat and bones, and oil, which could support combustion.

He returned to the two bodies.

Holding the knife, he squatted down and inserted the knife forcefully, severing the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

This step is not easy at all. There are many overlapping ribs in the chest and abdomen, blocking the advancement of his knife. He can't cut it from the top, so he starts from the stomach. He tears open the abdominal cavity from the bottom up and takes out the internal organs. ...

so tired.

He sighed again, put away the knife, and sat down beside the corpse to rest for a while.

After a short rest, he saw the corpse's eyes, the cloudy vitreous looking at him.

His hands covered those wooden eyes.

Still more agile when alive.

he thought, poking his fingers in and gouging out the eyes.