I come from the abyss

Forensic Office.

Zhong Xueru and his assistant were squatting at the door and silently forking instant noodles. When Li Zan and Lao Zeng came over, they looked up and lowered their heads to instigate the noodles.

Li Zan glanced at it: "Steamed eggs, green vegetables and ham noodles? Such a rich breakfast makes you feel bloated."

Zhong Xueru had two rounds of dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were full of resentment: "I have been busy last night, and I haven't eaten a grain of rice or drank a sip of water."

Li Zan: "Brother, remember to clean up the takeaway boxes in the trash can next time."

Zhong Xueru was speechless, buried his face in the instant noodle bucket, finished all the noodles in two or three bites, drank up the soup, threw the instant noodle bucket into the trash can, got up and took Li Zan and Lao Zeng into the room: "The autopsy results of the two corpses have been recorded, I'll sort it out later and send it over."

He casually picked up the autopsy records on the table and handed them to Li Zan. Without stopping, he went straight to the dissecting table inside, and lifted the white cloth on the dissecting table: "This man died a terrible death."

Li Zan and Lao Zeng went over and recognized the half-decomposed face as the dead person found in the wooden house.

Lao Zeng: "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. His real name is Han Jingwen. He is 28 years old this year. He came from a middle-class family. He is currently working as a part-time teacher in an educational institution outside while studying for graduate school."

Zhong Xueru: "It sounds like a person with a simple social relationship, which is too inconsistent with his death."

Lao Zeng: "How to say?" He didn't go to the scene of the crime last night, and he didn't see Han Jingwen's body.

Li Zan went to the pool of the dissecting table, and picked up the white cloth to look at the separated limbs: "Have you ever seen a corpse whose head and limbs are intact when a heavy object hits the torso?"

Old Zeng: "Isn't it?"

It was a miserable death.

The torso was smashed into a pulp by heavy objects, and the flesh, blood, and internal organs were mixed together, and the head and limbs were intact. No one survived this kind of injury, and it was lucky to die on the spot.

Li Zan lifted the white cloth halfway, so that Lao Zeng could see clearly the body without a torso.

Lao Zeng: "Where is the torso? It won't be dismembered."

Zhong Xueru told him to look up at the glass tank on the stainless steel table opposite the wall, "Do you see the meat mixed with bone chips in the tank? It's his torso. We all worked hard for two hours in the forensic office. The whole body scraped out."

Rao Zeng, who had been a criminal policeman for decades, was caught off guard and retched when he saw the jar of meat paste. He ran outside and vomited for a while, and when he came back, he heard Zhong Xueru sigh in relief: "I vomited last night. Twice, the acidic water was spit out!"

So now seeing others vomit, he feels happy.

Lao Zeng twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that Lao Zhong was a psychopath.

Li Zan: "Old Zeng, I can't do it these days. Don't stay up all night clubbing, take care of yourself, exercise more, and work and rest healthy."

Lao Zeng waved his hands angrily. Not everyone is as perverted as Li Zan, who is born to do this job, and his adaptability and ability to withstand pressure are far beyond ordinary people.

"How did you die?"

Li Zan: "He must have been beaten to death with random sticks."

Lao Zeng looked at Zhong Xueru, and the latter nodded to confirm Li Zan's guess: "It should be that a heavy and hard blunt weapon was used to beat Han Jingwen to death. Han Jingwen's hands, feet and head showed signs of being beaten." , the injury is not serious, the murderer intentionally concentrated on beating the upper body of the deceased. Concentrated beating and superimposed pain can torture the deceased to the greatest extent."

Lao Zeng speculated on the murderer's psychology: "Either the murderer is abnormal, likes to torture others, and takes pleasure in the pain of others. Or the murderer has a deep hatred with the deceased, and he does not hesitate to use such cruel methods to kill."

Li Zan: "The deceased didn't resist?"

Zhong Xueru: "I can't resist." He took out a drink bottle and said, "The bottle was found at the scene of the murder, and the test results showed that the water contained a large dose of diazepam."

Lao Zeng: "The deceased drank a drink containing a large dose of diazepam before his death, so he was unable to move and resist, but the pain kept him awake to a certain extent, which just satisfied the murderer's sadistic desire. It is impossible for the deceased to drink the drink containing the problem by himself. Yes, the drink belonged to the murderer. The deceased drank the drink from the murderer, which means that he was defenseless against the murderer...Do they know each other?"

Zhong Xueru: "Vendetta?"

Li Zan suddenly asked: "How tall is Han Jingwen?"

Zhong Xueru: "How much is 1 meters, what?"

Li Zan: "Weight?"

Zhong Xueru: "80 kilograms."

Li Zan: "It's a bit heavier. The physique is very strong."

Lao Zeng nodded: "The survey results show that Han Jingwen often works out."

"Wow—then this social relationship must be very complicated." Zhong Xueru pushed his glasses and sighed.

Lao Zeng: "No, didn't you just lament that Han Jingwen's social relationship is simple?"

Zhong Xueru is eloquent: "You said he is a postgraduate entrance examination party! The postgraduate entrance examination party is also a teacher in an educational institution. How can he have spare time to enrich his social circle? Moreover, the postgraduate entrance examination party for the teacher's direction has lived on campus for half his life. How complicated is it? Then it’s different now. Height, figure and appearance are all above average, and he often works out... Don’t you know that men who work out are very aggressive?”

Old Zeng was speechless: "That's it?"

Zhong Xueru: "Ask Team Li to see if I'm right."

Li Zan: "Knowing how to manage his appearance at all times shows that he needs to use this advantage, and the appearance advantage can only play the greatest role in social interaction."

Old Zeng figured it out after thinking about it: "We still have to start with his social relationship."

The autopsy results were clear, and the direction of the investigation could be determined. Li Zan covered the white cloth back and walked to a stainless steel platform embedded in the ground behind. A complete skeleton on the platform was the most difficult murder case.

"Old Zhong, come and talk about this bone."

"Here we come!" Zhong Xueru came over clapping his hands, and said the first sentence: "Do you know how miserable this person's death is? Compared with Han Jingwen, it is worse than Han Jingwen. Han Jingwen was beaten to death on the torso, a bit like an ancient staff. Sentence. Although stick punishment sounds not so terrible, in fact, the pain suffered is similar to that of torture. And this bone—”

"He was cut into flesh before he was alive."

Lao Zeng's expression changed, Li Zan raised his eyebrows, and both of them showed surprise: "It's all torture?"

"Almost." Zhong Xueru pointed to the phalanges and calf bones made up of white bones, and asked them to come over and take a closer look: "The phalanges of ten fingers and two calf bones have been cut off, and the cut surface is not very smooth. It should be cut with chopping. The bone knife is like this—” He made gestures, and the palm of his hand fell down suddenly: “The knife got stuck, pulled it out and continued to chop, sharpening it while chopping, and it can be cut completely in four or five strokes. How painful is the process? I can imagine."

Lao Zeng shivered: "Don't describe it too clearly, I don't want to imagine." I felt a dull pain in my calf.

Zhong Xueru shrugged, not intending to get rid of his bad taste of scaring people, and continued: "In addition to the finger bones and leg bones, there are scratches on the thigh bones and hand bones. I guess the deceased was cut to the flesh and bones during his lifetime."

Lao Zeng: "This method of death is familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Li Zan: "The strange caller who called the branch a month ago and said he wanted to surrender, he described that he killed a person when he was 20 years old, and the way of death was basically the same as that of this bone. He said 'rainy day', 'The surrounding area is very quiet', the scene of the crime is an abandoned rice mill, and the surrounding area is indeed deserted." After a pause, he asked: "How long was the death time?"

Zhong Xueru: "Because the corpse was completely boneless, we collected the relative humidity of the soil and air moisture at the scene of the murder. After comparison, we can only roughly speculate that the time of death was three or four years ago. The trace inspection found some fibers in the rice milling factory. The fabric has been tested and the results have come out, it was a popular summer style three years ago, so the specific time of death is between May and October three years ago."

Lao Zeng: "It's really murder, not harassing phone calls! These two cases are massacres, and the murder scenes are so close. Is it possible that there is a certain connection?"

Zhong Xueru: "The wooden house and the rice mill building are both the scene of the crime. Logically speaking, if the same murderer did it, he should go to the rice mill building to kill people. The rice mill building is more hidden than the wooden house, and the wooden house stores agricultural tools. The local rice field farmers are still using wooden houses, and the bodies are easily found. Besides, the two murders have no other similarities in the modus operandi except for the massacre and the similar location."

Lao Zeng: "But what a coincidence."

"Don't you know if you check it?" Li Zan: "Old Zhong, send me a copy of the basic information records of this bone, and also send a copy to the Technical Detective, let them do a craniofacial restoration."

Zhong Xueru: "I'll send it over later when it's finished."

Li Zan: "OK."

They were busy here, and Chen Jie and Ji Chengling were not idle either. They went out early in the morning to investigate Han Jingwen's social circle, and were so busy in the sun that they didn't drink a sip of water. When they came back, their lips were covered with dead skin.

Chen Jie spoke in a hoarse voice: "Comrade Dangdang, please pour me a cold drink. My throat feels like I have swallowed burning coals. I feel that if I say a few more words, white smoke will come out of my throat."

Wang poured a large glass of cold water for both of them, then sat back and covered his face with the large computer screen. A voice came from behind the computer: "Is everything going well?"

Both Chen Jie and Ji Chengling were drinking water, and when they finished drinking, as soon as the cup was put down, other criminal policemen came to help refill the water.The two of them didn't pay attention when they drank the water, and only after they finished drinking did they realize that there were people standing around them, each of them pretending to have nothing to do but couldn't hide their curiosity, and waited for them to speak.

Chen Jie picked up the cup, Ji Chengling took out his mobile phone, and the criminal police comrades couldn't help but talk: "I said you two are almost done, don't be fooled. Hurry up and tell me what you can gain from this trip?"

Chen Jie couldn't help laughing, and asked Ji Chengling, "Do you say it or should I say it?"

Ji Chengling: "Just tell me."

Chen Jie coughed a few times and said: "Let's check Han Jingwen's relatives and friends first, and then go to the school where he took the postgraduate entrance examination and the educational institution where he worked to investigate the relationship between alumni and colleagues. Han Jingwen's family relationship is quite simple. He is the eldest son, and there are A one-and-a-half-year-old little sister. Han Jingwen’s parents are middle-class, and after the news of the opening of the second child came out, they began to prepare for pregnancy and gave birth to a daughter last year.”

A colleague of the criminal police asked: "Han Jingwen is 28, so his parents must be 50 years old. These 50-year-olds are desperately trying to have a second child. They are not satisfied with their own size, so they risked the danger of an advanced mother Do you want to practice the trumpet?"

"It's just very dissatisfied!" Chen Jie clapped her hands violently: "The relationship between Han Jingwen and his parents is very cold. We brought the news of Han Jingwen's murder to us. emotions, and politely answer our questions.”

"We asked Han Jingwen's neighbors and friends and found out that he and his parents hadn't moved around for several years. Once they saw Han Jingwen kicked out of the house in his pajamas, looking very embarrassed."

Colleagues asked: "Why is their relationship so bad?"

Chen Jie: "We can't find out the specific reason, and we also find it strange that Han Jingwen belongs to the kind of child from other people's family. He is smart, highly educated, cheerful, and has a strong sense of self-management. It makes no sense that his parents don't like him. .”

A policewoman speculated: "Could it be that Han Jingwen is not their biological child?"

"They are indeed a parent-child relationship." Chen Jie spread her hands: "That's why it's strange."

She spoke dryly and asked Ji Chengling to continue. Ji Chengling: "Although Han Jingwen's relationship with his family is cold, his social circle is very extensive. He has a good relationship with his classmates and colleagues, and he also has colleagues with fixed hobbies." Friends in the circle, such as fitness, outdoor riding, etc., have no enemies with others. Occasionally, there are conflicts, and Han Jingwen can resolve them quickly, and he is good at dealing with various interpersonal relationships."

"The investigation of the social circle of relatives and friends is over, and the deep hatred and interest entanglements have been ruled out, leaving the emotional aspect." Ji Chengling said: "Han Jingwen's emotional aspect is a bit messy. He had a girlfriend who had been dating for half a year two years ago. He has been single since the breakup, but there are Regular friends with benefits, and other one-night stands—"

"Wait! Male and female?"

"Han Jingwen is bisexual and usually has a lot of fun."

"That's very likely to be a love murder."

"It's impossible for love to die so badly. I think it's a vendetta."

"Hate out of love."

The discussions among the criminal police were mainly in favor of love killings, but Han Jingwen's torture and killing was obviously more about venting anger than love, and it cannot be simply attributed to hatred caused by love.

At this time, the phone of the Criminal Investigation Office rang, and a small policeman answered the phone: "Criminal Investigation Office of Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau, what can I do?"

In the microphone was a voice disguised by a voice changer: "I'm looking for Chen Jie."

The little policeman was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and shouted at Chen Jie in the crowd: "Sister Chen, someone is looking for you."

"Who's looking for me?" Chen Jie got up suspiciously, pushed aside the crowd and took the microphone: "Hello?"

"Chen Jie, I killed Han Jingwen."