After being forced into an infinite stream, he slept with his nemesis

At five o'clock in the morning, the whole city was still silent.

After receiving the notice, the members of the detective team all rushed over from home to assemble, took their toolboxes and rushed to the scene, except Uncle Hua and Sister Nan.According to the information provided by Sun Jinhai, the two of them led a special operation team to hunt down the underground explosives black market gang who had fled to the next province after hearing the wind overnight.

"Boss, Uncle Hua posted about the search of Sun Jinhai's explosives factory in the group." In the car that was driving quickly, Ye Qianluo grabbed his mobile phone and notified Mo Yuanbai of the group's information in time.

The scene was in the suburbs, and it took an hour to drive there, and Mo Yuanbai was still driving.

"Nian." Mo Yuan turned the steering wheel with his white hands, his expression calm.

"Uncle Hua and Sister Nan found residues of ingredients used by Sun Jinhai to make explosives in the explosives factory. After comparison, they were found to be consistent with those extracted from the soil at the scene of the explosion by Team Fan and the car shell. The remains of the detonator are identical to the melted traces of the remaining detonator from the explosives factory, proving to be the same batch of TNT."

"The explosives manufacturing factory extracted Sun Jinhai's fingerprints and traces of life. Sun Jinhai explained the process of making explosives and the method of detonating them on vehicles. All the above evidence proves that Sun Jinhai is the murderer of Fan Jinshan's bombing."

Ye Qianluo read the message sent back by Uncle Hua and Sister Nan, while Mo Yuanbai listened sideways.

"The underground explosives processing site is located in an abandoned chemical factory. At the same time, the missing batch of medical equipment from Jiuqing Company was also found. Now they have been shipped back together.

"After Wu Qiuqiu returned home, he analyzed the psychology of the first three victims of the organ trafficking case. They did not complain about their grievances after death like Huang Qixin. It should be because they knew that they would die. They may have given up on themselves for money and their families. This is especially evident in the No. 3 family members of the deceased. Although they were not the murderers, the family members of the deceased took the money from the deceased’s life and sent the deceased to Zhou Siping’s scalpel with their own hands.” Read by Ye Qianluo The next message in the group.

"Respond to Sima's message, let him inspect the scene, and immediately take the time to make another record with the family members of the first three deceased, and make sure to dig out the old dog's interest chain." Mo Yuanbai ordered.

"Let me send it?" Ye Qianluo asked while holding up his phone.

Mo Yuanbai freed his hand, picked up the mobile phone on the dashboard and threw it to Ye Qianluo: "It's not locked, open it yourself."

Ye Qianluo happily took the phone, pressed Mo Yuanbai's phone, clicked on his address book, and sent some instructions in his tone in the group.

After sending out the instructions, he took a sneak peek at Mo Yuanbai who was concentrating on driving. He lowered his eyes, quickly added his WeChat in the add friend, and then returned the phone.

Looking up again, Mo Yuanbai was concentrating on driving without even turning his head. Ye Qianluo quickly approved the friend application on his mobile phone.

Mo Jibai's WeChat name is "Mo", and his profile picture is a black coffee cup.

Uh...it fits Mo Yuanbai's serious personality.

Ye Qianluo unceremoniously changed the name of Mo Yuanbai on his mobile phone: Husband.

Then he turned off the phone screen as if nothing had happened, and chatted casually: "Boss, the memorial service for Team Fan..."

"When the case-closing report is submitted, the Detective Bureau will make arrangements." Mo Yuanbai didn't notice Ye Qianluo's little tricks on his mobile phone, so he focused on driving.

"Fan team can finally rest in peace." Ye Qianluo laughed, but couldn't find any more topics, and turned his head to the window to watch the morning sun rise little by little.

Several detective cars, with their lights flashing, passed through the empty streets in the early morning and drove rapidly towards the scene of the report.

Outside the door of the Red Dragonfly massage room, the local branch that received the case had already cordoned off the scene and sent police to maintain order to prevent onlookers from trampling on the scene.

"Team Mo, Uncle Hua and Sister Nan are not here, the trace inspection and physical evidence at the scene..." Sima Zhiyuan and Wu Qiuqiu looked at Mo Yuanbai in embarrassment while carrying the trace inspection box and physical evidence box.

Neither of them is good at this. He Yuxiao stayed at home to check the surveillance related to this case. Zhou Xiaofei got out of the car and ran to the corpse with the forensic box.

"Let me come, and... you." Mo Yuanbai looked around, and took the trace inspection box from Sima Zhiyuan's hand.

Ye Qianluo shook, resignedly took the evidence box from Wu Qiuqiu, obediently put on shoe covers, gloves, and a dustproof hat outside the cordon, and prepared to lift up the cordon and enter.

"Luo Qianye!" Wu Qiuqiu called to stop him from behind, and Ye Qianluo turned around.

Wu Qiuqiu took off the camera bag from his neck and hung it around Ye Qianluo's neck, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, it will be uncomfortable for the first time at the murder scene, but you will get used to it soon. .”

Ye Qianluo looked down at the heavy camera bag on his chest, took it off and carried it in his hand, lifted the cordon and got in.

Just a joke, which eye of Wu Qiuqiu felt uncomfortable seeing him?He was just complaining that Mo Yuanbai advanced to the scene and didn't wait for him.

What criminal psychologist?Not worthy of the name!

When Ye Qianluo entered the scene, a strong smell of blood came over his face, and his footsteps paused.

Mo Yuanbai was already squatting on the ground to draw a chalk outline. When he saw him coming in, he frowned slightly and said to him, "Can't breathe through your mouth? Didn't you teach it in the detective school?"

"Uh..." Ye Qianluo came back to his senses, squatted down together, opened the evidence box, took out the ruler and number plate, and whispered to Mo Yuanbai, "This murderer...is too cruel!"

"Yeah." Mo Yuanbai reached into his pocket and pressed down on the vibrating cigarette case.

Three people died, one behind a cash register and two on a massage table.

The person behind the cash register was Xiao Hong who was standing in the middle yesterday. Her body rolled out from behind the cash register and fell to the ground.

The other two, Xiaoqing and Xiaofan, died on the massage bed separated by a wall. At night, no guests came to the door, and they were resting on the massage bed.They were lying on their backs, blood stained the massage table beneath them, and flowed down to the ground.

Sima Zhiyuan and Wu Qiuqiu questioned the reporter immediately, and only the forensic doctor Zhou Xiaofei and Mo Yuanbai and Ye Qianluo who acted as trace and physical evidence were left at the scene.

The reporter was a postman who delivered newspapers in the early morning. When he passed by, he saw that the Red Dragonfly Massage Room, which used to be open, had half of the scroll door pulled down, but the lights were on. It was summer, and countless flies flew into the door.

He parked his car and bent down to poke his head into the Juanlian gate. He was frightened out of his wits, stepped on his motorcycle, and went to the nearest detective branch to report the case.

Red Dragonfly Massage Parlor is located at the end of a copycat commercial street in a suburban village, with its front facing the road.

There is only one storefront, the red light sign is ambiguous and unpredictable, the storefront is separated by a screen wall on both sides, the outside is a lounge with a tea table and a few chairs, and there is a very small cash register at the door, and the inside is separated by a curtain. Three massage beds.

"Team Mo, based on the liver temperatures of the three corpses, we preliminarily estimated that the time of the victims was between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] am. The cause of death was a stabbing to the heart, resulting in excessive blood loss." Zhou Xiaofei, after taking a large number of photos of the deceased, looked at the corpses. A preliminary autopsy was done.

"The murderer's murder weapon should be a long, straight dagger with a sharp tip, about three centimeters in width, about fifteen centimeters in length, and a single blade. The specific model should be returned to the laboratory for simulation data. The murderer should be extremely sensitive to human body parts. Familiar, all three victims were stabbed to the heart, the knife was inserted into the heart and twisted a bit, resulting in a spiral wound." Zhou Xiaofei said calmly.

"Have you ever been sexually assaulted?" Mo Yuanbai asked.

"The deceased's pants and underwear are in good condition. Whether he was sexually assaulted will not be known until an autopsy is performed. Team Mo, shall I go back first?"

Mo Yuanbai looked for footprints on the ground with a magnifying glass, and he nodded to Zhou Xiaofei.

Zhou Xiaofei stood up, took out three body bags, put them on the victim, called the colleagues from the sub-bureau who were guarding outside the door to help, loaded the three bodies into the car, and followed them back.

Three chalk outlines and three pools of blood remained at the scene.

"There are bloody footprints here. Take a picture!" Mo Yuanbai squatted on the ground and carefully identified them.

Ye Qianluo tacitly placed the ruler next to the bloody footprints, picked up the camera hanging around his neck, and took pictures from various angles.

"Here." Mo Yuanbai moved an angle, and Ye Qianluo squatted over to take another photo.

The murderer didn't deliberately hide his footprints, and trampled blood everywhere. Mo Yuanbai said a word easily, and Ye Qianluo was sweating profusely when he slapped the bloody footprints.

"Fingerprints." Without waiting for Ye Qianluo to wipe off his sweat, Mo Yuanbai took out the magnet powder from the trace inspection box and blew it on the surface of the object that could touch the fingerprint.

Ye Qianluo quickly found out the survey lamp, iron brush, and adhesive tape from the box, and did the logistics.

The cooperation between him and Mo Yuanbai is different from that between Uncle Hua and Sister Nan.

Uncle Hua and Sister Nan did the trace inspection and physical evidence separately, in an orderly manner, but Mo Yuanbai did the trace inspection and physical evidence without saying a word, and only asked Ye Qianluo to help, take pictures, and hand things over.

Ye Qianluo automatically ignored the bloody smell at the scene and the messy atmosphere in the massage room, and under the fingerprint inspection light, admired Mo Yuanbai's side profile openly.

Under the Kancha lamp, every pore of Mo Yuanbai's skin was clearly displayed in front of Ye Qianluo.

It's so smooth... He blinked his eyes, then stared at it carefully while passing the iron brush and tape.

There are a lot of fingerprints left in the massage room, and they are collected completely and clearly, waiting to go back and compare them with the fingerprint library.

Mo Yuanbai was bending over to collect fingerprints on the door frame when his cell phone rang. With tools in his hand, he turned around and gestured towards the pendant.

"I... help you with your phone?" Ye Qianluo looked into Mo Yuanbai's ear, he didn't wear a headset.

Mo Yuanbai nodded, he was using tape to stick up the iron powder marks left by the iron brush.

Ye Qianluo hung the camera around his neck, took off his bloody gloves, and approached Mo Yuanbai.

Mo Yuanbai bent his waist into an arc. From Ye Qianluo's point of view, the uniform shirt was pulled out in a sexy arc, and the lower half was submerged in the waistband of the uniform trousers. The curve behind the waist was completely exposed under the shirt. Filled his pupils.

This male dog waist?He narrowed his eyes, and secretly sighed in admiration.

"Right. What are you dawdling about?" The phone kept ringing, Mo Yuanbai straightened up, grabbed the tape with both hands and lifted it up to shine on the light bulb, and urged Ye Qianluo.

"Oh." Ye Qianluo went around to Mo Yuanbai's right side, rubbed his hands together, carefully put his right hand into Mo Yuanbai's uniform trouser pocket, and rubbed his thumb against the tight thigh that was attached to the pocket.

Ye Qianluo took a deep breath, and it took a century to touch a mobile phone.