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

"The three of you haven't climbed the Naihe Bridge, haven't drank Meng Po soup, why can't you remember everything in the world? You say that you saw a short and fat man, and you say that you are not that short?" Sima Zhiyuan presided over the interrogation , others feel free to add and ask questions in their own related fields.

The three female ghosts in the soul-locking formation were about to cry again, Fan Jinshan's head exploded, and he slapped the armrest of the seat so hard that the three ghosts didn't dare to utter a sound.

"I'm inclined to what they said for the first time about the short and fat man with a mole on his lip. The longer the ghost stays in the world, the worse the memory will be, and the more difficult it is to remember the events of his life. The first impression can never be wrong." Wu Qiuqiu said.

"The three of you look at the transcript. For one question, you changed three answers. Which one is true? It's full of nonsense." Sima Zhiyuan raised his hand, and the transcript in his hand came out of the phantom, and it fell into Xiaohong's hand. superior.

"My lord, it's all our fault! I can't even remember what the murderer looked like! But we are sure that the man has a mole on his face! The three of us still remember this. As for the others..." She turned to the other two. The man looked at it and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Okay, you guys sign and go back to the soul lock box." Sima Zhiyuan glanced up, Mo Yuanbai still listened to the interrogation with his head propped up, then took out the cigarette case and put the three female ghosts back.

"My lord!" Sima Zhiyuan stepped forward and respectfully handed over the cigarette case with both hands.

Mo Yuanbai's eyelids moved, they lifted up, he reached out to take the cigarette case and turned it between his fingers, looking down the hall, adding Luo Qianye, the eight chairs were already full.

Seeing that Mo Yuanbai opened his eyes, everyone sat up straight and waited for the adults to speak, except... He Yuxiao, who was silenced and even leaned on his chair and fiddled with the computer.

Ye Qianluo, who was diagonally opposite, looked over, and his heart felt sour again. He pulled the tip of his nose, and turned to look at the person above him.

"The Palace of Wuqing is fine today, let's discuss the case in the massage room." Mo Yuanbai said, flicking He Yuxiao lightly with one hand, releasing his dumb acupoint.

"First of all, let's talk about Zhang Qingqing. Through the monitoring of the hospital, his husband has no time to commit the crime, and the suspicion has been ruled out. There are about 20 people in her address book and social platforms, and none of them match the physical characteristics mentioned by the three female ghosts." and black moles." He Yuxiao unscrambled the Ya acupoint, and answered before everyone else.

"However, you can't believe all the nonsense. If you look for the murderer based on the physical characteristics and moles they said, you may be in the wrong direction." Sima Zhiyuan flipped through the notebook and said.

"So, I first investigated Zhang Qingqing's social relations. I found out the real identity information of the [-] regular contacts, and asked them one by one in the name of the Criminal Investigation Bureau about the alibi of the time of the crime. But at this point, everyone is sleeping, and there is no one to testify except their family members. After looking at the photos of these people, there is no mole that meets the requirements." He Yuxiao raised his hand, and the computer screen appeared in the lobby above the void , everyone turned their heads to look.

Above are photos of contacts and screenshots of He Yuxiao chatting with them.

Ye Qianluo also looked up at the public screen like everyone else, but his eyes passed through the transparent public screen and fell on Mo Yuanbai behind him.

"Cui Yingqiu has a lot of people in his address book. At present, there are 25 people in contact. They are basically sex transactions for money and sex once in a while. After checking, there is no qualified perpetrator. As for the alibi, further verification is needed. Her two former patrons, they agreed that tomorrow... oh no, today they will come to the detective team and focus on investigating the two of them." He Yuxiao put Cui Yingqiu's social relationship on the public screen.

"As for the social relations of the other two deceased, we are still investigating... I only have one pair of hands..." He Yuxiao glanced at Mo Yuanbai and spread his hands.

"Uncle Hua, Sister Nan, you went to the scene again, did you find any different clues?" Mo Yuanbai didn't seem to see He Yuxiao's misery, and looked past him, looking directly at Uncle Hua and Sister Nan beside He Yuxiao.

"The traces and physical evidence you collected before are very complete, and the photos of the scene are also very complete." Sister Nan was wearing an ancient costume, and glanced at Mo Yuanbai. She didn't like to talk. Open your mouth.

"The collected fingerprints have not been compared in the fingerprint database, but when He Yuxiao made an inquiry, he asked the contact person to send his fingerprint data. So far, three people have been matched. They are all Zhang Qingqing's customers, and everyone else is investigating. In." Uncle Hua said.

"You started with the prints of shoe covers and gloves collected at the scene. We found shoe covers and gloves sold on the market and made simulations. It can show that the murderers used disposable items and were not high-grade." Sister Nan added.

"Then can we start with the manufacturers of shoe covers or gloves to check the source?" Wu Qiuqiu asked.

Uncle Hua shook his head: "It's very difficult. This kind of disposable products have entered thousands of households. Ordinary people's house guests will use shoe covers to keep the house tidy, and disposable gloves can be used in a wider range. Shoe covers and gloves are also such disposable items.”

"Are there any other clues?" Mo Yuanbai asked.

"A gloved bloody handprint was collected on the rolling door of the massage room. Xiao Nan and I went to try it out. The scroll of this rolling door is a little rusty. Ordinary people can't pull it off with one hand, but the murderer can. The ability to stab the murderer through the heart of the victim shows that the murderer is not weak." Uncle Hua said.

Mo Yuanbai nodded and looked at Sima Zhiyuan.

"Judging from the interviews with residents near the crime scene, most women are hostile to this massage parlor. They think that masseurs like Sun Xiaohong have brought unrest to their families. They speculate whether it is the masseuse who sabotaged Someone else’s family was killed by the murderer’s wife? Most men are silent about this massage parlor, and they more or less feel that a proper massage and relaxation is a kind of enjoyment of spiritual life when economic conditions permit.” Sima Zhiyuan said.

"The existence of massage parlors has brought enormous mental pressure to the women in the family. They don't want their husbands to go to such places for consumption, because men who are not determined will be caught by this kind of massage girls who live on men. You have lost your soul and done things that harm the harmony of the family. If anyone has hatred for masseuses, then such women will bear the brunt of the crime, and they have complete motives for committing crimes." Wu Qiuqiu analyzed.

"Could the murderer be a powerful woman who disguised herself as a man?" Ye Qianluo suddenly asked whimsically, and then fixed his eyes on Mo Yuanbai, he finally found a chance to interject.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at him, including Mo Yuanbai who was the leader.

Mo Yuanbai turned his eyes on Ye Qianluo, and asked Uncle Hua: "Is it possible that the murderer is a woman?"

"Improbable. Judging from the size of the shoe cover print, the size of the glove print, and the bruises on the face of Zhou Xiaofei's autopsy report, it can't be a woman. However, Ronaldinho provided a new way of handling the case." " Uncle Hua glanced at Ye Qianluo and said.

"What idea?" Ye Qianluo originally said it casually just to attract Mo Yuanbai's attention, but he didn't expect it to be able to attract others.

"Could it be... that the murderer had deliberately dressed up, for example, did he have any obsession with moles, and he didn't have moles in the first place? Or, he changed his facial features through certain makeup methods, so that the three victims couldn't recognize them. Come out. But the body shape can't be disguised." Uncle Hua was thoughtful.

"It's possible. When I was an undercover agent, I also used foundation to change the complexion of my face, and it turned a lot darker." Zhou Dafei, who had been listening to their discussion of the case, said.

"A man wearing makeup? Combined with the question 'Are you your mother' asked by the murderer before killing the three victims, could it be that the murderer has a special hatred for mothers and women?" Wu Qiuqiu continued, "If The mole was painted later, so the scope of our reconnaissance will be expanded again."

After Wu Qiuqiu's words, the lobby fell into silence.

"No matter how difficult it is, as long as the crime is done, there will be clues. Sister Nan, what else can you find about the bloody clothes that were burned by the river bank?" After a long time, Mo Yuanbai broke the silence.

"After the ashes were tested again, there is a very fine component in it, which is carbon fiber." Sister Nan said.

"Carbon fiber? What is this?" Wu Qiuqiu asked.

"A material used in aviation, but it is used by folks in sports, such as bicycle frames, badminton rackets, etc. It is only in a small amount and mixed with other chemical components. It was not detected before, and then all the components were broken into molecules. When it comes out, the carbon fiber is extremely hard, and after molecularization, only its chemical composition is stable." Nan Jie said.

"What is it? I feel that this carbon fiber may be the key to solving the case. The small amount means that this thing is not big? The outside is melted at high temperature, and the inside is exposed?" Wu Qiuqiu frowned and thought.

"Badminton racket string." Ye Qianluo blurted out.

"Badminton racket string? In recent years, carbon fiber has been used inside this string, and nylon, polyester and other materials have been used on the outside. No... I have to go to the laboratory to do an experiment. See if it is this." Sister Nan said After finishing, he stood up immediately, nodded to Mo Yuanbai, and disappeared on the spot.

"I'll help too." Uncle Hua also stood up.

"Luo Qianye, you really speak amazingly. If this case finds its way because of your words, I will treat you to dinner!" Wu Qiuqiu looked over from the opposite side and smiled kindly.

"Uh..." Ye Qianluo smiled awkwardly, his eyes were all on Mo Yuanbai.

"I'm going back, my family called me." He Yuxiao closed the computer, stood up and stretched, then disappeared in place without saying hello to Shangshou.

"My lord, I'm going back too." Wu Qiuqiu bowed, and disappeared after Mo Yuanbai nodded slightly.

Sima Zhiyuan was discussing the case with two experienced former detectives next to him, Ye Qianluo was left with nothing to do, he looked around, the seat opposite was empty, only their row was left.

"My lord, then I..." Ye Qianluo stood up but couldn't think of what to say.

Mo Yuanbai closed his eyes, raised the hand with the imprint on the tiger's mouth and waved, and then stopped talking to Ye Qianluo.

Ye Qianluo: "..." What do you mean?

Let me go back and rest?Let me stay and participate in the discussion of the case?Or to his side?Or... wild guesses.