365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Although it was five years later, because the memory was indelible and the psychological traces left behind were too deep, Chu Dongren still remembers the details of the case that year. When Xiang Chuyu told him, there was no sign of recollection, as if it happened yesterday. There is no need to think back.

"The scar inspector checked the scene, and I was there at the time, so I knew the situation very well. The distribution of blood stains is like this. There are blood stains on the walls of the stairs on the top floor, blood fingerprints on the roof railings, and strips of drips on the east side of the stairs. Falling, and then a rubbing bloodstain, that is, blood flowing to the ground, being dragged by someone to form, the rubbing bloodstain is about 1.5 meters long, and then abruptly stopped behind the stairwell."

Chu Yu put forward a hypothesis: "Could it be the murderer who picked up Mu Shangqing, or carried it up, lest blood traces would point in the direction of his escape, leaving too many clues?"

"If this is the case, Shang Qing's body has been dripping blood. After rubbing the blood, there will be dripping blood stains, but there is no spot at the scene, and if the murderer wants to pick up Shang Qing, his hands and feet will inevitably stick. There were blood stains, leaving blood footprints and handprints, but there were none at the scene. We only found Shang Qing's handprints and footprints, mixed with dripping blood stains, indicating that when he retreated, he stepped on his own blood and was pushed by the murderer. On the roof, reach out to support the railing."

Chu Yu persevered and looked for scientific evidence: "Could it be that the murderer did the counter-investigation work? After he dragged Mu Shangqing to the roof of the building, he wrapped his whole person or wrapped his wounds. Avoid bleeding, then carry him on his shoulders and leave the scene?"

"If this is the case, then why did he drag Shangqing's body before leaving such a smear-like blood stain? And if it is to be clean and tidy, he will not use knives and leave so much blood stains."

Chu Dongren's eyebrows were stained with fatigue, Chu Yu looked in his eyes, pursing his lips, and did not say a word for a while. She knew that these inferences and refutations must have been staged hundreds of times in the Public Security Department and the Investigation Department five years ago. Hypotheses, falsifications, repropositions, and falsifications were put forward, and the cycle became more and more confusing. The bigger it is, it will eventually become a ball of yarn that cannot be untied.

"Or," Chu Yu has a sophistry unconfident, "the murderer is a pervert. His thinking is unusual. He leaves traces first, and finally makes the traces disappear suddenly, just for the abnormality and disrupt the police's thinking of handling the case."

Chu Dongren glanced at her, helplessly, nodded, "I also think that the murderer is mentally ill, otherwise he would not kill so many people for no reason, and there is no motive for committing the crime."

Chu Yu's passion was ignited, wishing to find out the truth immediately, she clenched a fist in one hand and tapped a few times on the other palm, "Dad, do you keep the photos and files of the case back then?"

Judging from her posture, she knew she was going to revert to the old case and go to war. Chu Touching hesitated for a moment, "Are you going to focus on Shang Qing's case now?"

"Yes, the potential victims are secretly protected by the police. The Phantom of Huaihua will not arrive in Jinling until tomorrow. When she arrives at a place, she should step on a spot to prepare, and she will not do it right away. I have about two days, think Concentrate on the Mu Shangqing case, because I have the feeling that he is the breakthrough point for the entire incident, including the murder case six years ago, and the Phantom of the Huaihua incident."

Chu moved to speak and stopped, and finally supported the decision of the incumbent Chu: "The photos are stored in the computer of the Investigation Office, and the files are in the Wangjiang City Public Security Bureau."

After leaving the hotel, Chu Yu issued an assembly order. The clerk of the Investigation Division packed up his things and rushed in immediately. Fang Datuo dragged his suitcase, followed by Song Qingyang, and couldn't help feeling: "Are you going to go home? I thought I would have to float for a few months, but fortunately, I want to die in the bathroom. It is a branch shop opened by God in the world."

The last person who arrived at the airport was Muyu. She had accepted a toast at the "apology banquet" without expression. She had a few cups of her belly without changing her face. She had the ambition to drink the whole table down. After receiving the news from Chu Yu, Immediately entered the drunk mode, greeted Feng Ju, and said he was too good to drink, so I will make another appointment next time.

The three officers knew that the plan had changed, but they didn't know the specifics. They were ignorant and followed Chu Yu to fly back to Wangjiang to complete the teleportation.

After entering the door, boiling water and electricity, the entire Superman department showed signs of life again. Chu Yu was like a bandit with Bashan as king. He patrolled the room around the room. He wanted to have an emergency meeting immediately to carry out work deployment, but look at the three brothers. With yellow eyes and black eyes, an old man with black eyes and yellow eyes, Chu Yu couldn't bear it. She turned on the phone and started the countdown, "It is 10:10 in the evening, and three hours later, which is 1:10, gather in the meeting room on time. Be late this month, please reply when you receive it!"

"complex!"

"complex……"

"Furthermore."

The three clerks raced against time and sprinted back to the room to make up for their sleep. Fang Datuo didn't even bother to take off his clothes, so he rolled on the bed and fell back.

Chu Dongren sat on the sofa, looking at Chu Yu blankly, as the retired elderly waited to arrange accommodation.

Chu Yu folded his arms and thought about the empty room in the room.

The second floor of the Investigation Office is like a mansion. After entering the door is the living room and dining room. There is a kitchen next to it. Walking in is a long and wide corridor. Both sides of the corridor are full of bedrooms. There are as many as ten, but only four are commonly used. There were four people in one room, and the other rooms were always empty. No one was sleeping anyway, so they could only be used as furnishings when they were cleaned out.

"There are a lot of vacant rooms, but they may be more gray, but my room is quite clean, otherwise," Chu Yu snapped his fingers, "you can sleep on the sofa."

Chu moving: "..."

Chu Yu took out the quilt and pillow, laid it out, and said goodnight to Chu Dong. "Dad, you must have not closed your eyes in these two days. Take a rest and see you tomorrow."

See you at one o'clock tomorrow morning.

Turning off the light, Chu touching looked at Chu Yu's back, and suddenly asked, "Wait, do I need to retell the case in front of all the clerk?"

As soon as Chu Yu walked to the side of the corridor, he paused, held the corner of the wall with one hand, turned his head to the side, and made a soft "um" sound.

Chu Dongren worked as a division chief for eight years, was separated from the public security organs, and worked alone for six years. He presided over countless large and small meetings. He should have spoken to the meetings with ease, and there should be no stage fright.

"What's the matter?" Chu Yu couldn't help asking when he heard that he hadn't heard anything.

Chu Dongren raised his head and looked at the plaque of the "Supernormal Research and Investigation Office" opposite the door, "I have a little excitement of being out of the scabbard again."

After washing, Chu Yu returned to her room, closed the door, put on a mask, and started a group voice chat with Wu Ke and Chen Min.

It’s good to do her business. Whenever you want to chat, you will always catch someone who is not asleep. Even if the other party is asleep, they can catch them and chat with them unconditionally.

Wu Ke and Chen Min are now in Jinling City and Changyan City respectively, as the captains of the secret protection team, responsible for the safety of potential victims.

"How's the situation over there, Arco, you say first."

"Everything goes well here, there is no abnormal situation, and the protection target works as usual every day. Although it seems that the mood is not very good, there is no abnormal behavior at the moment."

Chen Min: "Changyan is also in place. Eyeliners are arranged inside and outside the hospital, but I think the Phantom of Huaihua is unlikely to be close to my protection goal. This hospital is fully enclosed. How can she get in?"

Chu Yu chuckled lightly and almost wrinkled the mask, "Hehe, don't forget, her first place of crime was the mental hospital. She could enter as a patient, and maybe she could still be a doctor. God, you guys, be careful. Anyone who is close to the goal of protection must be careful. Regardless of men, women, young or old, she may appear in any image!"

Wu Ke: "Okay, we all remember that today, a three-year-old doll went to the stall to buy fruit, and I kept my eyes on it, for fear that he suddenly flew out of the knife. Later, Da Chao told me that no matter how powerful the Phantom of the Sophorae Flower is, No bone reduction surgery!"

Chu Yu couldn't hold back, laughed, and the mask was completely pleated, "Haha, it's not necessarily true. If you are a living person, you can't relax your vigilance, because it may be hired by her."

Chen Min: "A short-legged dog approached Fushan Hospital today, and the team members reported to me."

Chu Yu: "..."

How did she feel that the image of the Phantom of Sophora japonica in their minds had been sublimated, out of the scope of normal people, had already changed seventy-two, right?

...

At 1:10 am on the 27th, the five people reunited in the meeting room at the end of the corridor. Under the guidance of Chu Dongren, Muyu transferred the data from five years ago and sent it to the computer in the meeting room for easy display.

Looking at the pictures of the scene, combined with Chu Dongren’s previous narration, Chu Yu had a clearer understanding of the case, and he repeated it to the clerk, and asked his soul, “How do you think the murderer took the victim away from the scene? Two additional points: First, the victim’s shoes, knives and a bottle of benzodiazepine were left at the scene; second, no fingerprints or footprints of the murderer were found at the scene."

The meeting room fell silent, and the three clerks lowered their heads. Chu Yu seemed to be a high school teacher, and suddenly stopped, holding up a chalk, and asked: Which student below wants to come on stage and solve this function problem—a piece in the classroom Dead still.

Chu Yu knew that the difficulty of this question was so great that she hadn't figured it out by herself, so she gave the clerk plenty of time. She turned her back to the conference table and looked at the scene pictures several times.

The location of the incident was a six-story dormitory for migrant workers. One floor was crowded with people and it was dilapidated and damp. However, each room had a small balcony where you could hang clothes and sheets, and bask in the sun.

There is a row of trash cans downstairs, but it doesn't work at all. The capacity cannot keep up with the garbage production rate of the residents in the building. Every day at noon, the trash is already piled up on the mountain and climbed to the window on the first floor. The residents on the first floor did not dare to open the window, as soon as it opened, it was fragrant.

Muyu noticed the **** pile, and bravely raised his hand to answer: "It may be the case. The murderer first wrapped the victim to prevent blood from flowing out, then threw the victim out of the railing, thrown it into the garbage dump below, and then left the stairs by himself. , He may have put some shoe covers on his feet, and he perfectly bypassed the blood stains. After he walked out of the building, he walked around to the garbage dump to carry the victim away."

Fang Datuo leaned on the stool and heard the speech from the same table. He laughed so much that his facial features were crooked. "You...hahaha... it sounds so funny."

Chu Yu supported her waist with one hand and an infrared laser pointer in the other. He pointed to the location of the trash can on the photo. "You look like this pile of trash is soft and comfortable. It might hit it like cotton, but there is a row underneath. The trash can, if you throw a 145 catty person down from the height of the sixth floor, it will make a loud noise. The soundproofing effect of this building is very poor, and the residents inside will respond, but the investigators have asked one by one. , They didn't hear any unusual noise that night, and the trash outside the window slept peacefully."

Muyu: "Will the murderer carry the victim and climb down with the help of the protruding balcony? Anyway, the murderer can't blatantly carry people, right? There are people in the hallway, and someone will definitely notice him. ."

Song Qingyang denied it from a professional point of view: "It's too difficult, I can't do it."

From an 18-meter-high rooftop, one by one with the help of the roof of the balcony, you must use both hands and feet together. If you carry a person of 145 kilograms on your shoulders, you have to free your hands to fix him and jump down. It’s almost impossible to preserve balance in the process.

Fang Datuo laughed even more happily this time, "Hahaha, Mu Mu, you are so cute, do you think that the murderer will be easy to use, and will walk away from the wall?"

Muyu glared at her, "You do it, you can answer it, I will teach you search engine grammar for free."

Fang Datuo stopped his laughter, coughed, and restored his seemingly profound academic temperament: "Chu Chu, I'm thinking about how the murderer took the victim away. Maybe you can put it aside later, because I’m very curious about the question. The victim, Senior Mu, why did he go to the rooftop of the migrant worker’s building? Did he play a tactic with the murderer and fight it out on the rooftop? The migrant worker’s building is so crowded that it’s easy to be spotted. Yes, even if the murderer wanted to single out, he wouldn't choose that place!"