Swallowing the Seas

The small room and hall were crowded with police officers.By the window sill, under the base of the wall, and between the cracks of the door, people are looking for blood with fingerprints everywhere; in the cupboard, on the shelf, and under the bed, every piece of paper and garbage has been dug out and carefully screened.Bu Chonghua walked into the house from the balcony stepping on the survey board, every step he had to step over the site survey gathered together in twos and threes, if someone passed by at this time, they would never see that this was just a repeated search, they would definitely think it was an inspection The scene of the serial murder.

A flash of bright lightning pierced the sky outside the window, and thunder and thunder rumbled.

"Bu Chonghua—!" Director Wang called out from the bedroom.

Bu Chonghua squeezed into the room sideways from between the two trace inspectors: "Have you found anything?"

Wang Jiuling sat on the edge of the dirty bed with half of his butt hanging in the air. The Internet police who had applied for a temporary report with him put their heads together. They stared at Gao Baokang's old alien computer with four eyes and said, "Yes. .”

Bu Chonghua paused.

"Go, buy a bottle of pulse up for each of us."

"..."

With a blank expression, Bu Chonghua took out ten yuan and handed it to the very winking intern. After a while, the intern trotted all the way to buy two bottles of Pulse from the canteen downstairs, and Wang Jiuling took it with his feet on his feet.

"Now can you tell me what you've found?"

Wang Jiuling said earnestly: "The video Gao Baokang watches most often is the game explanation, but he has never given a reward in the live broadcast room of the game. The pornographic game has totaled more than 2 yuan. He has given gifts to four anchors, and three have done it. Boobs stuffed, one nose done, four T's of Japanese action movies on the hard drive, and he was once the administrator of a bootleg fiction site."

"..." Bu Chonghua asked, "What about the [-] case?"

Wang Jiuling pondered for a moment, and asked solemnly: "Does it count if you searched for dismemberment, corpse disposal, absconding anonymously, etc. many times in the past month?"

The Internet police silently covered half of his face with a water bottle.

Bu Chonghua was condescending, staring at Wang Jiuling motionless, the thin air in the room gradually solidified and pressurized.

"That... step, don't be like this." Director Wang shrank his neck and said sincerely, "I've been busy with you for half a day in the middle of the night, isn't it worth treating you as a bottle of pulse? Sometimes you can't eat hot tofu when you are impatient. , you have to let the truth behind the case slowly reveal over time, and let time take away your anxiety and sorrow at the moment..."

Bu Chonghua said coldly, "Like taking your hair away?"

Wang Jiuling: "!!"

Bu Chonghua stroked his thick hair back with five fingers, bathed in the instant hatred around him, and slowly turned and left the bedroom.

"I will never be out of the criminal investigation detachment anymore," Wang Jiuling said through gritted teeth.

"..." The internet police said aggrievedly, "Me too."

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"Let's go!" At 12:30 in the evening, the carpet search was finally basically completed. While supporting the wall and moving his sore legs, Wang Jiuling waved away the poor cubs in various departments under his command, and ordered weakly: "All the inspection materials are collected. , The analysis results will be discussed when I return to the bureau tomorrow, be careful when you go home in the middle of the night! It’s raining so hard outside! Hey, wait a minute, ask two people to drive and send the Internet police home first!”

Bu Chonghua stood sideways in front of the window sill, with the mobile phone close to his ear, and after a while he heard a voice from the opposite side: "Hi, the user you dialed is busy..."

I did not answer.

"What are you still doing here?" Wang Jiuling poked his head out from the entrance, and said gloomyly, "You promised to take me home before finishing work after twelve o'clock, why don't you hurry up?"

"..." Bu Chonghua hung up the phone, and the screen showing the word "Wu Yu" went off, and stood up as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."

Wang Jiuling stood at the entrance of the corridor smoking a cigarette, and Bu Chonghua finally wandered around each room, returned to the gate and squatted down to take off his shoe covers, but his movements stopped slowly.

The voices and footsteps dispersed, and the one-bedroom room that had nowhere to stay just now suddenly became deserted.In the darkness, the shadows of indoor furniture were faintly revealed, and the heavy rain crackled on the glass windows, leaving behind wet water marks.

A few bolts of lightning flashed by, illuminating the mess in the room in an instant.

Everyone knew that Gao Baokang's death was suspicious, but no one had any evidence to prove that the murderer died of homicide.

A few hours ago, Liu Li’s rented house was inspected for the fourth time. Diao Jianfa’s bar was sealed off and then searched all over. The [-]-meter radius of the spillway where Gao Ling was killed was gnawed by police dogs. There is not one left... Now even Gao Baokang's family has been swept away. If there is no abnormality in the test results after two days, what will they do?

Monitoring is not everything.The Sky Eye system is being built and developed, but it is impossible to cover every corner and every centimeter of the whereabouts of human society.

As if driven by some kind of force, Bu Chonghua got up as if sleepwalking, and walked into the house again.

——Is it possible for Gao Baokang to return home after killing Gao Ling?

——He has followed Gao Ling for more than a month. During this month, is it possible that the oriole is also spying on the praying mantis, so as to leave clues?

Bu Chonghua walked from every corner of the room, following his footsteps, scenes of the murderer's life emerged in the void:

Gao Baokang, who was sitting at a square table eating takeaway, was devouring the food while staring at the live video of the game.He put the phone on the tissue box, swept it around, grabbed something to prop it behind the phone case, and propped it up obliquely on the screen——

The tabletop was in disarray, and on the half-empty tissue box was a round, shriveled orange.

Sitting in front of the computer and playing games, Gao Baokang sometimes yelled and cursed, sometimes pressed the mouse hard and tapped the keyboard. When he was excited, he didn't care to flick the cigarette ash. The long cigarette butt fell on the ground around the edge of the table. After a long time, Gao Baokang impatiently threw the cigarette butt on the table Last press——

On the left side of the alien computer, the paint on the desktop is mottled, with several dots blackened by years of heat.

Countless balls of paper under the bed, spots of stains on the walls, empty snack bags in the corner, takeaway receipts in the trash can...all tell the empty and repetitive daily life of the owner.In another time and space, the countless Gao Baokang who played games, watched videos, smoked and cursed, and indulged in self-masturbation silently performed his pale and hopeless short life in front of Bu Chonghua.

Bu Chonghua opened the closet, lifted the quilt, and opened every drawer of the bedside table.

Gao Baokang bought some women's underwear on a second-hand trading website. As for the low-quality lipstick, powder puff, plastic comb, and a few bottles of aunt's red watermelon green mango yellow nail polish, they may have been left by him when he took his escort home. .There are not many of these things, and they are all piled up in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The underwear straps are tangled and knotted, and they are faintly black because they haven't been washed for a long time.The middle drawer is stuffed with various chargers and data cables, replaced computer parts, as well as a discarded mouse and a keyboard.The top drawer was filled with cigarette cases, earplugs, cold medicine, nail clippers, paper drawers, hotel lighters, and other odds and ends. Bu Chonghua reached out and found nothing unusual.

He straightened up when a bolt of lightning illuminated the room, and something from the pile of odds and ends in the drawer leaped into view—a half bottle of clear nail polish.

In fact, it is not surprising that Gao Baokang also collected several bottles of nail polish, in all colors of red, orange, yellow and green.

But at that moment, a trace of indescribable suspicion suddenly caught Bu Chonghua's movements.

Don't women's items go in the bottom drawer?

"..." He hesitated for a moment, turned on the bedside lamp and moved closer, reached in again and carefully rummaged through the messy mess.Not long after, he dug out several bottles of nail polish from the innermost corner of the drawer, all of which were transparent, but most of them were empty.

If the bright red nail polish still has a strong feminine color, what do these bottles of transparent nail polish represent? Why are the most commonly used lighter paper drawers put together?

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind.

Gao Baokang is not collecting them, he is... using them.

But a man, why use clear nail polish?

"Bu Chonghua!" Wang Jiuling's roar came from the gate, mixed with the sound of pouring rain: "Where's you! Have your diarrhea gone! Damn it will be dawn if you don't come out again!"

Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, staring closely at the transparent bottles on the table, with countless doubts and clues, like hundreds of millions of shining light spots floating in the deep sea, gradually sinking into the deep darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a gossamer-like gleam suddenly appeared in the abyss——

The thunder cracked the sky, bang!

Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around, reached into the closet with one hand, and lifted the rows of wire hangers hard.The torrential rain outside the window reflected his expressionless face, but his lips were tightly pressed together due to extreme tension. A few seconds later, he found what he was looking for, and mercilessly yanked it off the hanger—swish!

Shaw!

A few pairs of jeans were thrown on the bed, Bu Chonghua's fingers trembled, and he touched the inside of the trousers one by one, and then his heart constricted suddenly, and a strong blood was crazily squeezed to the limbs——

Stepping from far to near, Wang Jiuling rushed into the room angrily: "You are in a daze again, I beg you, don't hurry..."

"I found evidence."

"Hurry up and pack up... What did you say?!"

With bloodshot eyes, Bu Chonghua staggered half a step, leaned against the wall and stood still, grabbed two bottles of nail polish from the bedside table and held them up in front of him, panting violently and laughing hoarsely: "Do you see what this is?"

Wang Jiuling was stunned.

"Gao Baokang is a patient with an immune system disorder. The specific manifestation is metal allergy. It is so severe that he must paint all metal products that touch the human body with transparent nail polish, including the inside of the belt head, the metal buckle of jeans, and even the metal zipper of outer pants that does not directly touch the skin. And Li Hongxi explained that the internal frame of the human bone helmet is made of silver. The main component of Tibetan silver is not silver, but cupronickel, which is the nickel-copper alloy that is most likely to cause strong metal allergies; The release of nickel quickly causes itching, swelling and ulceration of the entire head and face, and even suffocation in severe cases, so it is basically impossible for him to complete the stalking and killing with a helmet on and then escape, he does not have the ability to kill Nian Xiaoping!"

Wang Jiuling was really stunned, goosebumps crawled up his back, and he didn't know what to say.

"The skeleton killer that He Xingxing saw was someone else, and there is another murderer hidden behind the [-] murder." Bu Chonghua held back his breath, put on the transparent nail polish and put it in a piece of evidence bag, wearing survey gloves. Walking out quickly: "—Immediately go back to the sub-bureau to do an autopsy on Gao Baokang's remaining limbs, and issue a report on the immune system disorder overnight. Nian Xiaoping's death cannot be merged and closed. From tomorrow, the file will be separated and the investigation will be restarted!"