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

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket was dug out bit by bit, but it was stuck there and never came out. Mo Yuanbai looked at it coldly.

Ye Qianluo quickly withdrew his hand and pressed the speakerphone on the phone.

"Boss, the surveillance system closest to the Red Dragonfly massage parlor is at the entrance of the village, with a large blind spot and little reference value." He Yuxiao's voice came from the speakerphone.

"Um... is Zhou Xiaofei here?" He Yuxiao hesitated.

"He brought the corpse back to the bureau. Tell me." Mo Yuanbai turned his head and said, then bent down to swipe his fingerprints.

"According to the records of the female ghosts made by Zhou Dafei and Fan Jinshan on duty at the Palace of Ruthlessness, no short and fat man with the same height as the three victims said appeared in the surveillance video." After He Yuxiao finished speaking, he added, "Of course, nonsense I can’t believe it all, anyway, no suspicious person appeared in the surveillance.”

"First investigate the social relations of the three victims, and notify the family members to claim the corpse." Mo Yuanbai issued instructions while working.

Ye Qianluo moved closer, and sent the mobile phone to Mo Yuanbai's direction, dutifully making a mobile phone holder, his eyes were still on Mo Yuanbai's waist.

"Yes. Boss, are you busy?" He Yuxiao seemed to be able to tell from Mo Yuanbai's tone that he was busy. This familiarity made Ye Qianluo feel jealous again for no reason.

"En. Let's do this first." Mo Yuanbai responded.

Before He Yuxiao could answer, Ye Qianluo hung up the phone unceremoniously.

Just when he was thinking about putting the phone back into Mo Yuanbai's trouser pocket and calmly pinching someone's thigh, he heard Mo Yuanbai say, "Let the phone go with you."

"Oh." Ye Qianluo's wishful thinking was broken, and he put the phone back in his trouser pocket resentfully.

Mo Yuanbai extracted a bloody handprint under the scroll door, but there were no fingerprints. He frowned and said, "The murderer was wearing gloves. Judging from the traces, they were rubber gloves. Take a picture and let Uncle Hua Make sure again."

After extracting all the fingerprints and footprints that could be extracted, Ye Qianluo's hand for taking pictures was so sore that he couldn't lift it up. Anyone who held the camera and took pictures from various angles for a long time would do this.

"There is no sign of the cash register being tampered with. The deceased's wallet, jewelry and belongings are not lost. It's not for money." Mo Yuanbai pointed to the cash register, and Ye Qianluo had to raise the camera again to take pictures from various angles.

"Is there only vendetta or love killing left?" Ye Qianluo stood up straight, hung the camera on his shoulders, put his hands behind his back, and gently squeezed his fingers to relax.

"Remember what the three female ghosts said yesterday, that the murderer asked them a question?" Mo Yuanbai looked away from the cash register and landed on Ye Qianluo. camera.

"Are you mothers?" Ye Qianluo retracted his hand without any trace, holding the camera.

"Yes. That's the problem. Maybe, mother has special meaning to him." Mo Yuanbai turned his head and went into the room, and gently opened the curtain with his hand to look at the chalk outline on the bed.

"There is a large blank space in the middle of the blood splatter on the curtain." Mo Yuanbai pointed to the door curtain.

Ye Qianluo hurriedly raised the camera to take a picture, then took a closer look, stood next to the bloodstain, and gestured up and down: "The murderer stood here and stabbed him right in the heart. The heart is the blood pump of the human body, and the blood spurted out. , was blocked by the murderer's body, so it was not splashed on the curtain. According to the height of the blank space, the murderer's height should be between 160 cm and 165 cm. Um, so short?"

After Ye Qianluo finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. According to this speculation, this height is considered very short among men, and it will be quite conspicuous in the crowd.

Mo Yuanbai looked at him, without admiration or criticism, he just turned his head and stared at the blood-stained massage table: "When the human body is attacked and suddenly suffers pain, it will subconsciously scream. Even before death, it will Two or three seconds of conscious awareness are enough to scream. Why did the two dead people side by side suffer successively, but the other dead didn't hear the screams of the previous dead and ran away, but died quietly on the bed?"

Ye Qianluo looked at the two neat chalk outlines of death on the bed, and said in agreement: "It is possible that the murderer covered the mouth of the deceased with his hand or something?"

Mo Yuanbai stepped aside and said to Ye Qianluo, "Imitate his movements."

"Oh." Ye Qianluo stabbed at the heart of the chalk outline with one hand as if holding a knife, and reached out to the head of the chalk outline with the other hand.

"You look back at the blank space on the curtain again?" Mo Yuanbai said behind him.

Ye Qianluo looked sideways, straightened up, and patted himself on the forehead: "Ah, in order to keep the previous deceased from making a sound, the murderer bent down a lot and became shorter. Why didn't I expect that? I guessed it this way." , the murderer's height should be increased by ten centimeters."

Mo Yuanbai nodded: "It is certain that the murderer was one person and killed three people in a row. The height information of the murderer needs to be compared with the footprints at the scene." He used a cotton swab to stick some blood on the curtain, Ye Qianluo He quickly handed over the physical evidence bag, covered the cotton swab, and put it in the trace box.

Mo Yuanbai lifted the curtain to see where the last deceased died. It was also a massage bed. The other side of the curtain was spattered with blood, leaving no gap.

Ye Qianluo followed Mo Yuanbai's line of sight, thought for a few seconds and said: "There is no blank space on the other side of the curtain, which means that the murderer was standing on the other side of the bed when he committed the crime, and there is no trace of blood splashed on the curtain." Blocked by the murderer's body."

"To kill Xiaohong, the murderer used all his strength. With one stab, Xiaohong died without making a sound. The last two victims were killed quietly, with less than a minute between each other." Mo Yuanbai lowered his head. , are blood footprints of coagulated blood, coming and going, very clear.

"The murderer's murder trajectory is like this. He first killed Xiaohong at the cash register, then went inside, and killed Xiaoqing and Xiaofan successively." Ye Qianluo walked back and forth along the bloody footprints on the ground, using the camera in his hand to kill Xiaohong. Record the murderer's footsteps.

"The three female ghosts said that they all heard the deceased's question: Are you mother? Then when did he ask?" Mo Yuanbai stood at the door curtain, watching Ye Qianluo walk back and forth.

"Xiaohong must have asked her as soon as she entered the door. She answered yes and was killed. As for Xiaoqing and Xiaofan...if the murderer covered their mouths to prevent them from making a sound, how would they answer the question? And when Xiaoqing was killed, if Xiaoqing answered the question, wouldn't Xiaofan not hear it?" Ye Qianluo stared at the bloody footprints on the ground and pondered.

"You, come here." Mo Yuanbai said to him.

"Oh." Ye Qianluo thought that Mo Yuanbai had found another clue, so he obediently walked over.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, Ye Qianluo just leaned in front of Mo Yuanbai, Mo Yuanbai suddenly stretched out his hand to cover Ye Qianluo's mouth, and stabbed his chest with the other hand like a knife, touching his ear. Bian asked in a low voice, "Are you mother?"

Ye Qianluo was a little confused, and realized that Mo Yuanbai was restoring the crime scene, so he blinked and nodded.

"Look, I can answer." Mo Yuanbai let go of Ye Qianluo, and took a step back.

Ye Qianluo still had the smell of disposable gloves on Mo Yuanbai's hands on his mouth, and he couldn't help feeling regretful, if he could take off the gloves and let him see the shallow print on the tiger's mouth?

"Do you know the price of a massage?" Mo Yuanbai raised his eyes and asked.

Ye Qianluo shook his head, he really didn't know about it, and he had never been there.

"I didn't observe carefully. Is this a high-achieving student from criminal investigation?" Mo Yuanbai tapped on the fee list hanging next to the cash register.

"It's not a high-achieving student, it's just ordinary..." Ye Qianluo muttered, then looked up at the fee list on the wall.

"30 yuan for back knocking for 60 minutes, 30 yuan for 100 minutes of massage, 30 yuan for 100 minutes of small health care, 30 yuan for 150 minutes of big health care. Uh...boss, what are big health care and small health care?" Ye Qianluo read on the price tag The word, don't be ashamed to ask.

Mo Yuanbai glanced at Ye Qianluo with eyes like an idiot, and stepped out of the cramped massage room.

Ye Qianluo quickly hung the camera around his neck, packed up two open boxes, carried them in his hands, and followed them out.

Mo Yuanbai squatted in front of the store, looked at the traces on the ground and said, "The bloody footprints disappeared outside the door? Take a picture."

"Oh." Ye Qianluo put down the two heavy boxes, raised his mobile phone to take a picture of where the footprints disappeared at the door, and asked strangely: "How did the bloody footprints disappear? Could it be that he took off his shoes?"

"It's also possible to put on new shoe covers." Mo Yuanbai stood up, took off the shoe covers, took out a new pair of shoe covers from his pocket, put them on, and stepped on the spot.

"So, the murderer not only wore gloves but also shoe covers when he committed the crime? Then this is a premeditated murder, not an impulsive murder." Ye Qianluo walked over to look at the traces left by Mo Yuanbai, which was similar to the one in the photo. compared with the original traces.

"Go, take a look around." Mo Yuanbai looked up at the red dragonfly's signboard, picked up a box at Ye Qianluo's feet, and walked forward.

"Oh." Ye Qianluo took off the shoe covers, gloves, and dust cap, put the camera on his chest back into the camera bag, carried it in one hand, picked up the box with the other hand, and followed.

After walking a few steps, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, "Dingling--", it wasn't his mobile phone ringing.

He remembered that he put Mo Yuanbai's mobile phone in his trouser pocket just now, and he didn't have time to return it to the owner.

Just as Ye Qianluo was about to put down the suitcase, the figure in front suddenly turned around, walked quickly to his side, and reached out to take out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, which caught him off guard.

Tit for tat?So it turns out that Mo Yuanbai is such a character of revenge?

Ye Qianluo quickly stood upright, and before he could experience the feeling of the hand on his leg, the phone had already been taken out.

Mo Yuanbai turned on the phone with one hand: "Sima, how are you visiting the masses?"

Ye Qianluo stared hard at Mo Yuanbai's back, his back was straight and straight, his legs were slender, his uniform gave him a model effect, and unexpectedly he was a bit more immortal.

Uh... Looking at Mo Yuanbai's serious look, it doesn't look like he's taking revenge for the one he just quietly mopped with his thumb.

Well, how much did he think?Ye Qianluo followed obediently.

"Yes, bloody clothes. He killed three people in a row, and all the blood splashed on him. There must be a bloody clothes. If you don't change it, it will be easy to be discovered. Look for the bloody clothes." Mo Yuanbai raised the phone in one hand, and held the The box arrived at the off-road vehicle parked there, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pendant silently following him behind him.

Oh, want to wipe his oil?Tender!

Mo Yuanbai hooked the corner of his mouth, and put the box into the trunk of the car.