Madness of the Heart

Mingshu just put the rose sugar into his mouth, then turned around and asked, "What?"

Zhou Yuan came in with a notebook in his arms, "A few days before Meng Shan was killed, she stayed up all night watching a TV series called "Red Dust and Jianghu."

Fang Yuanhang said: "This show is so popular, I'm watching it too."

Zhou Yuan was surprised, "Fire? I haven't heard of it."

"You are too far behind." Fang Yuanhang said with a smile: "Never pay attention to fashion."

Mingshu reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, Zhou Yuan continues."

"It's like this. From the time Meng Shan spends watching dramas, we can analyze her schedule." Fang Yuanhang recalled the timeline he had organized, "She watches dramas from 7:3 pm to 11:[-] am. She is on bereavement leave and doesn't have to work during the day. I guess she sleeps at home in the morning. As for what she is doing in the afternoon, I can't judge for the time being. The strange thing is that Meng Shan's playback record stops at around [-] o'clock every night. Meng This is also the time when Shan’s neighbors heard the noise coming from Meng’s house, so what was Meng Shan doing in this period of time a few days before the incident?”

Fang Yuanhang said, "Take a bath?"

"Should I continue watching after taking a shower?" Zhou Yuan said, "It's possible. But aren't girls afraid of computer radiation? Taking a shower in the middle, and washing your face when you go to bed after 3 o'clock? I think it's a bit troublesome."

Fang Yuanhang said: "You don't understand women anymore."

Mingshu said: "She may also be cooking a supper for herself, or going out to buy a supper."

Fang Yuanhang realized immediately, "The murderer followed her when she was buying supper?"

Mingshu said, "I'll go to Guangdan Road to have a look."

As night fell, the wreaths on Guangdan Road were hissed by the cold wind, which sounded like eerie cries at first glance.

In addition to wreaths and paper figurines, there are also some stalls selling mala tang and pancakes on the road. Although the smell of gutter oil is smoky, it adds a little vitality to the deadness of this street.

Mingshu asked one by one, and the stall owners said that Meng Shan hadn't bought supper here recently. At the end of the question, an old lady pointed to the street opposite, "Go over there and have a look, there are many young people living here If you think this street is shady, you have to go to another street to buy breakfast.”

The street next to Guangdan Road is called Wuming Street. The old man who sells meat pies with preserved vegetables stared at the photo and said, "I've seen this woman before, and she comes here to buy pancakes every night."

"December 12, she also came to buy it?" Mingshu asked.

The old man thought for a long time, "Come here, come here."

Mingshu asked: "Is she different from usual that day?"

"She is very strange every day." The old man said: "She always urges me to hurry up. I said that the cakes have to be baked one by one, and they can't get up quickly. She said she was afraid."

Mingshu said, "Afraid?"

"She is always looking around." The old man didn't take it seriously, "I feel that there are bad people around me. Hey, how is this possible? I have been setting up a stall here for many years, and it is very safe!"

Guangdan Road, Mengjia.

"Meng Shan suspected that she was being followed. According to the owner of Shaobing, she didn't seem to know who was following her, nor why she was being followed." Ming Shu walked up and down the living room, "Before the incident, she was like A few days ago, I bought sesame seed cakes, but didn’t eat them—Ms. Xing’s autopsy report clearly stated that the contents of her stomach had been emptied. Then there is only one possibility, that is, Meng Shan brought sesame seed cakes home and planned to eat them at home. Eat, but before he could eat, he was killed by the murderer who followed. After that, the murderer not only cleaned the scene, but also took away Meng Shan's biscuits."

Xiao Yuan also rushed to Guangdan Road, standing between the door and the corridor, "Meng Shan suspects that she is being followed, and she heard someone knocking on the door at night, so it is impossible to open the door easily for the other party, the door has peepholes, who is standing outside?" , she knows it at a glance."

Mingshu said: "So you also think that after Meng Shan opened the door, she was attacked from behind by the murderer before she could close it?"

Xiao Yu'an nodded, "The murderer closed the door immediately after pushing Meng Shan into the room. Meng Shan struggled and called for help. The noise heard by the neighbors must have occurred at this time. Because of the huge difference in strength, Meng Shan was quickly subdued by the murderer. "

"Looking at it this way, there is a high probability that the murderer is someone Meng Shan doesn't know." Ming Shu's expression became serious, "Meng Shan is pretty and has the habit of going out at night to buy suppers. She is a woman who lives alone. She was targeted by the murderer at a certain point in time. I have already sorted out Meng Shan's social relationship. She is very introverted, and her outstanding appearance did not make her confident. Inferiority. She has no debts, no emotional disputes, and is almost a transparent person in the company. For the time being, no one among her acquaintances has a motive for committing the crime. I now highly suspect that the murderer is a serial killer who targets beautiful women living alone. Meng Shan was not his only target, not even the first one. He was too calm when killing people. Teacher Xing said that the murder weapon was a hammer with a diameter of 4 cm on the contact surface. After that, it only took one blow to complete the killing."

"We analyzed last time that the murderer just killed her and didn't violate her, so what the murderer wanted was not Meng Shan's beauty." Xiao Yu'an said: "Meng Shan lives alone, which is the key to the murderer's success, but Meng Shan Shan lived alone, and it only started in the last few days. The murderer either set his sights on Meng Shan after Meng Yonghui's death and became familiar with Meng Shan's whereabouts in just a few days, or he set his sights on Meng Shan a long time ago, but because Meng Yonghui There is also an old man who is seriously ill at home, and he cannot do anything."

Mingshu stroked his hair, "The murderer can still commit crimes, so I need to make a criminal profile immediately!"

"Men are very familiar with Guangdan Road and Textile Road, and they have been haunting these two places for a long time." Xiao Yu'an said: "He killed Meng Shan without venting his anger, without seeking money or sex. The strangest thing is that he killed Meng Shan. A poke of dog hair was placed under Meng Shan's tongue. The 3 cm sharp wound on Meng Shan's lower lip may suggest that the murderer damaged Meng Shan's lip, or took it away directly. In some serial murder cases, some murderers The victim’s kidneys were cut off, and some sex organs were selected, but there seems to be no precedent for cutting off the lips.”

Mingshu once again thought of the "bladder case" investigated by the special operations team. The reason why the female murderer killed so many young men was just to get their "healthy and vigorous" bladders. She thought that eating their bladders was better than beauty. Going to the hospital and eating health care products can keep you young forever.

And the older generation has always had a saying, "Where you eat, you will make up."

Mingshu thought and said: "The murderer is psychopathic. He is dissatisfied with his own lips, but likes Meng Shan's lips. The 3mm sharp wound is the proof that he cut off Meng Shan's lips, and he threw the body In the trash can in Fengshui Lane, it is to let the stray dogs there eat Meng Shan's face, so as to cover up his behavior of cutting off Meng Shan's lips."

Xiao Yu'an stared at Meng Shan's photo on the screen, and didn't speak for a moment.

Ming Shu called out: "Xiao Ju?"

"Your way of thinking is becoming more and more perverted now." Xiao Yu'an said.

Mingshu was startled, "Isn't it?"

He would have thought that this possibility was due to the influence of the "bladder case". If he hadn't personally interrogated the female devil in the first half of the year, he would not have analyzed that the murderer ate Meng Meng based on the 3mm sharp wound. San's lips.

"It's not wrong, just sigh." Xiao Yuan said: "An excellent criminal policeman must be able to analyze and understand their psychology from the perspective of criminals. If you think about it that way, it's no problem. But I have a little doubt—the murderer is right. His lips are dissatisfied, and he hopes to change the status quo by eating the lips he likes, so why doesn't he kill men?"

Mingshu didn't react immediately, "Is it easier to kill women?"

Xiao Yuan shook his head, "You also think that the murderer is a man, right?"

Mingshu understood this time, and immediately frowned, "The murderer is a man. He is dissatisfied with his appearance and wants to 'eat and make up', so he should be targeting a man! No matter how beautiful a woman's lips are, they are not suitable for long lips. On a man's face!"

Xiao Yu'an said: "However, this is based on the inference of 'what to eat to make up for what'. What the murderer's purpose is, it is still unclear."

Mingshu clutched his temples, "Also, what does dog hair represent? If the murderer still committed crimes, where would he choose?"

This is almost an unsolvable problem.

An excellent criminal policeman must be able to understand the psychology of criminals, but no matter how good a criminal policeman is, it is impossible to predict the next move of the murderer when there are insufficient clues.

The only one who knows the next target of the perverted killer is the killer himself.

Ming Shu took a deep breath, rested his head on Xiao Yu'an's shoulder, stared at Xiao Yu'an without turning his eyes, and just stared at Xiao Yu'an without speaking.

Xiao Yuan raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"This is to close the eyes of the dead." Mingshu said.

At this time, he was raising his head, his neck was slender and beautiful, and when he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, pulling the thin muscle lines of his neck.

"You want to anger me again?" Xiao Yu'an said.

Mingshu sighed, "I think about it, but I'm never angry with you. You can see through what I do and what I think."

Xiao Yu'an said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Mingshu blinked in the warm palm, and suddenly grabbed Xiao Yuan's wrist, "The charging is complete. I'm going to investigate the recent disappearance case!"

Among all the villages and towns under the jurisdiction of Dongye City, Fengsheng Town in the northwest is the most well-developed. The local government led the people to develop rural tourism many years ago. Now almost every household operates hotels, restaurants, and farmhouses. .

Throughout the year, only the period from December to the Spring Festival is the off-season for tourism in Fengsheng Town.

Zhou Changyou’s farmhouse has been open for almost five years. When it first opened, it was one of the best-equipped farmhouses in Fengsheng Town. Now that five years have passed, the newly opened farmhouses around have already caught up with them both in terms of scale and decoration. up.

During the peak tourist season in autumn, Zhou Changyou watched with his own eyes helplessly the passengers who had booked their own rooms on the Internet, after on-site observation, they would rather not pay a deposit to live next door, and his heart was full of anger.

When the off-season came, Zhou Changyou called his wife and several children together to discuss it, and decided not to do business for the time being this year, but to repair the unused land in the back, make a garden, and then build a house, next spring. After that, guests don't need to be crowded in the old house, but can also enjoy flowers, drink tea and play mahjong in the garden.

Zhou Changyou is a vigorous and decisive person. After making a decision, he immediately hired a group of construction workers to dig the open space behind his house.

With this digging, a corpse was dug up.

Wrapped in flour sacks, the corpse was so badly decomposed that it was difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but judging from the hair that was as long as the arm of an adult, it was likely to be a woman.

Zhou Changyou was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, gasped and said, "This, this, what should I do?"

"Call the police!" said the eldest daughter of the Zhou family.

"No report! No report!" Zhou Changyou said, "The whole town will know that a dead person has been dug up in our house. If the guests know about it, who would dare to come to live in our house!"

The second son of the Zhou family was also terrified, and poked the pocket outside the corpse with a fork, "I, I saw the exact same pocket in our kitchen! This person, no, someone in our family killed him, right? "

Zhou Changyou was even more horrified, "How about we dispose of this? Treat it as if we didn't dig up the corpse of this show?"

The only outsiders who saw the body were three hired construction workers. Zhou Changyou was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he gave them 1 yuan each as a "hush fee".

That night, the body was thrown into the river outside the town.

In winter, the water level is low and the flow rate is slow. When Zhou Changyou threw the corpse, he ignored it because there was no light around him. Early the next morning, the old man who got up early to exercise by the river had already found the corpse that had not floated downstream with the river.

"It rotted to such an extent that it must have been more than a month since I died." The police from the town police station dispatched the police immediately after receiving the case. Lu Hou, the only forensic doctor in the town, took a closer look at the corpse. "It's strange."

Tong Xue, the deputy director, squatted aside, "Of course it's strange. He died for at least a month and only appeared in the river now. If the body was dumped a month ago, the body must have been washed away by the river. It could only be that the body was dumped recently. But why would the murderer do this?"

"It's not that strange." Lu Houcai pointed to the face of the corpse, "Look here."

Tong Xue quickly waved his hands, "I don't want to read it."

"Look!" Lu Hou got angry, "It's not right for the dead!"

Tong Xue glanced reluctantly.

"The lips of the deceased seemed to have been cut off." Although Lu Houcai was also a forensic doctor, he had worked in the township for most of his life. He had seen murder cases before, but they were all caused by the passion of the townspeople because of small disputes. I have never experienced anything.

"Old boy, didn't the higher-ups issue a notice? Any questionable case must be reported to the Criminal Investigation Bureau." Lu Houcai said, "Hurry up and report both suspicious points. First, the deceased died about a month later." It was thrown into the river, and second, the upper and lower lips of the deceased were suspected to have been cut off by a sharp weapon!"

Tong Xue felt that Lu Hou was making too much fuss. It was the end of the year and the Criminal Investigation Bureau was extremely busy. How could the elites in the bureau have time to deal with such small cases?

There are corpses in the river. This is probably the most common case. Which villages and towns have not appeared?

But as soon as the case was reported, the Criminal Investigation Bureau responded immediately—the serious crime team set off immediately.

Tong Xue was so surprised that he heard it wrong, "Heavy, serious crime team?"

The body had been transferred to the funeral home in Fengsheng Town, and Xing Mu conducted a preliminary autopsy in silence.

Mingshu didn't evade, and stood by the workbench wearing a mask.

His face was small, and when he put on the mask, most of his face was covered.

At this time, his eyes shone sharply, and there were wrinkles of different shades between his brows.

If it was not certain that Meng Shan had her lips cut off by the murderer after her death, the appearance of this corpse has confirmed most of his deduction.

After all, the probability of losing lips is extremely low. The victim lying on the workbench may have been killed by the same perverted killer just like Meng Shan.

If this assumption is true, the murderer has already started committing the crime at least a month ago.

Mingshu's palms felt slightly hot.

How many people had the murderer killed in a month?

What about a month ago?Are there still victims?

If the murderer cannot be found immediately, how many people will become the murderer's ghost?

"The skin on the hands and feet of the deceased fell off and looked like gloves. The soft tissue has rotted. It is autumn and winter. Forensic doctor Lu judged correctly that the time of death was more than a month." Xing Mu held the head of the corpse with both hands, "The occipital bone is fractured. It's the same as Meng Shan's situation."

Mingshu's voice became colder, "Is it also a fatal blow?"

Xing Mu said: "It can only be determined after an autopsy."

Mingshu asked, "What happened to the lips?"

"It was indeed cut off by a sharp weapon." Xing Mu looked up at Ming Shu, "The body has rotted to this extent, and some traces of death are no longer discernible, but at least her lips can still be seen that her lips were cut off. "

Mingshu took two steps forward, looked at the victim who was no longer able to recognize the face before birth, and said to the team members who came with him after a few seconds: "Do a DNA test immediately, and compare it with the women who have disappeared in the past two months. "

"The body was only thrown into the river in the last two days. Before that, she should have been buried somewhere. Trouble, this transfer must have destroyed the original scene of the body." Xing Mu continued to do the autopsy while complaining. When opening the mouth of the corpse, there was a sudden "ah".

Mingshu frowned deeper, "Dog hair?"

"No." Xing Mu scraped out a ball of floc with a tool.

Mingshu asked: "What is this?"

"Half-rotted hair, but not like dog hair, we will test it later." Xing Mu said, "Leader, this case and Meng Shan's can be merged now, right?"

Mingshu nodded, "The murderers cut off their lips and put the hair in their mouths."

Xing Mu said angrily: "What kind of monster is this? It not only kills people, but also cuts off their mouths!"

Mingshu left Xing Mu and Lu Houcai to do the autopsy at the funeral parlor, and brought a few team members to the place where the corpse was found.

There were many people gathered by the river. The footprints of the corpse thrower must have been destroyed long ago, but the corpse was only thrown into the river in the last two days. No matter what the thrower's mentality is, whether he is a murderer or not, it is very likely...

Thinking about it, Mingshu turned around and calmly observed the surrounding crowd.

Man fears death, hates death, and avoids death.

This is actually not accurate.

What people fear and loathe is the death of themselves and their relatives and friends, but when it comes to the death of strangers, people are usually curious and watchful.

Otherwise there wouldn't always be circle after circle of people on all occasions where a body is found.

A group of people had seen enough and left, and the vacated position was immediately occupied by the people behind.

Take one more look, and you will have more conversation material after dinner.

Mingshu heard someone vividly telling those who hadn't seen the corpse what color the corpse was and how the skin had rotted.Surprised, frightened, and disgusted by the audience, the narrator was obviously encouraged by the look of surprise, fear, and disgust, and he was so excited that he spattered his saliva on the faces of the audience.

They make people feel mean, vulgar, bad taste, and even cold-blooded, but in fact, their reactions are very normal.

Mingshu looked away from them, swept across the crowd like a precise radar, and soon fixed on a khaki face.

He was an old man who looked to be in his fifties.

He was wearing a black padded jacket, his hands were not put in the pockets of his jacket like most people, but curled up in front of his belly, repeating the movements of clenching and loosening.

He stretched his neck and looked around, looking full of panic, and the wrinkles on his face twisted vividly.

The young man standing beside him also looked flustered, in stark contrast to the excitedly discussing folks around them.

Mingshu told Tong Xue to take both the old man and the young man back to the police station.

Zhou Changyou recruited as soon as he asked, and he poured out the story of digging out the corpse and throwing the corpse in the river urgently for fear of affecting business. At the end, he kept begging, "I beg you, don't tell this matter. ! My family relies on the farmhouse business for a living, if someone finds out, I won’t be able to do this business!”

Tong Xue yells at Zhou Changyou as a law-blind person, and Mingshu feels helpless.

Zhou Changyou didn't look like he was lying, but the Zhou family had completely destroyed the burial place in order to hide the fact that the body had been dug up.

"That's right, right here." The eldest daughter of the Zhou family pointed to a piece of land that had been dug in a mess, and defended herself: "I wanted to report the case, but they didn't dare..."

The trace inspectors passed by with their investigation boxes, and Mingshu asked, "Does this place usually have a lot of people?"

The eldest daughter of the Zhou family shook her head, "This place is backed by the street, and there is nothing. Who would come here? Even our own family members don't bother to run here. If it wasn't for the expansion of the farmhouse this time, we wouldn't have come here either."

Mingshu said: "Generally no one will come, but if someone does, you will not know."

The eldest daughter of the Zhou family froze for a moment, then nodded, "That's true. Could it be that someone wanted to frame us? My brother said that the bag containing the dead body is the flour bag in our kitchen!"

Mingshu immediately asked, "Where is it?"

"It's burned."

Xiao Man came back with a dark face, and said in a bad tone, "There's nothing left!"

Ming Shu also had anger in his heart, but he couldn't show it in front of the team members. He patted Xiao Man on the shoulder, "Don't panic, the identity of the deceased is already being determined."

North City Branch, Criminal Investigation Detachment.

Looking at the wooden cards with intricate patterns in the evidence bag, Xiang Tao fell into deep thought.

These cards were just found from Huang Yan's house. They were made of pagoda trees. If you guessed correctly, they were "ghost cards" that are common in some villages in the north.