Detective Files II

Chapter 4
While Anchangpu and Tianmi were muttering to each other, Tian Yang and Lu Xiangdong had already gotten to the point, talking about serious matters.

Tian Yang gave a brief introduction to Lu Xiangdong about the findings at the scene, including the preliminary conclusions made by forensic doctor Zhao on the corpse.

After listening to Tian Yang's introduction, Lu Xiangdong didn't say anything, just kept silent with a gloomy expression on his face.His reaction like this made Tian Yang feel a little confused.

"Dr. Lu, what are you thinking?" He asked tentatively.

"It's nothing, I just regret agreeing to cooperate."

Tian Yang was taken aback, Lu Xiangdong's answer was not what he expected at all, even though he was known as a talkative king on weekdays, he still had a feeling that he couldn't keep up with the words.

Of course, Lu Xiangdong didn't expect any response from the other party at all. Before Tian Yang was stunned, he had already turned around and left the kitchen and returned to the living room.

Lu Xiangdong inspected this small apartment without saying a word. When he saw Lin Xiang sitting in the corner of the living room without saying a word, his gaze stayed on him for a moment.

"Is this person the reporter?" He turned his head and asked Tian Yang who was following behind him.

"Yes, it's him."

"What?"

"Tourist guide."

Lu Xiangdong nodded, and looked at Lin Xiang again.This man is not big, with only a medium build, but perhaps because of the nature of his work, his skin has a dark luster left by the sun, and his figure is also lean and muscular. Generally speaking, he is very masculine and very strong. sunny man.

It's a pity that right now, this man who should be alive and full of vigor seems to have lost his vitality because of the shock of losing his girlfriend. He sits there stiffly like a clay figurine, motionless and silent.

"Lin Xiang!" Lu Xiangdong looked at Lin Xiang for a while, then suddenly called his name.

Lin Xiang seemed to be completely immersed in his own thoughts, and was taken aback unexpectedly. He looked at Tian Yang in police uniform, and the strange man in civilian clothes next to him in surprise.

"You are Lin Xiang, Qiao Qiong's boyfriend?"

Lin Xiang hesitated for two seconds at Lu Xiangdong's knowingly asking the question before nodding.

"Did you kill Qiao Qiong?" Before Lin Xiang's nodding was completely over, Lu Xiang suddenly said something surprising.

What he said made Lin Xiang furious instantly, he jumped up from the sofa and grabbed Lu Xiangdong's lapel.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?!" Lin Xiang yelled loudly at Lu Xiangdong, his hands tightly gripping the front of Lu Xiangdong's clothes. Bring it up.

"Lin Xiang, calm down! Let go of your hands!" Seeing that something was wrong, Tian Yang stepped forward and forcibly pulled Lin Xiang away, pushing him to sit on the sofa beside him.

Lu Xiangdong was not in a hurry, after Lin Xiang was pulled away, he just lazily smoothed out the crumpled skirts, with no joy or anger on his face.

"What are you doing?! Why do you say that!" Lin Xiang was pressed on the sofa by Tian Yang, still emotional, waiting for his red eyes to wave his fists at Lu Xiangdong and roar: "My girlfriend's bones are not cold, how can you say Say something like that!"

"I'm just asking. If not, you can answer. Why be so excited." Lu Xiangdong's tone was still calm, and he turned and walked out of the gate.

After Tian Yang confirmed that Lin Xiang's mood had stabilized, he also caught up with Lu Xiangdong in three steps at a time.

"Dr. Lu, it's a bit inappropriate for you to ask that question just now." After catching up with Lu Xiangdong in the stairwell, Tian Yang couldn't help but said to him: "I know that Dr. Lu is someone who has drunk foreign ink, but anyway, we Domestically, the principle of presumption of innocence is still followed.”

"Then count it as my mistake, sorry." Lu Xiangdong didn't care much.

"Then, do you have any opinion on this case?" Tian Yang asked expectantly.

"What do you mean?"

"As far as your professional judgment is concerned, such as profiling or something!"

"I don't think the Western theory can apply here."

Tian Yang was taken aback by his words, and asked with a wry smile: "Dr. Lu, are you angry with me?"

"I'm not that small."

"Then what do you think of the case?"

"First, the criminal has a cautious and cunning personality, and should have a certain level of education. Second, the criminal has a ruthless heart and a deep hatred for the deceased. Third, there is an emotional entanglement between the criminal and the deceased. If it's negative, I don't know." Lu Xiangdong said briefly.

"Can you be more specific?"

A hint of impatience flashed across Lu Xiangdong's face, but he didn't show it: "First of all, as you mentioned just now, the deceased was found in a state of suicide, but the stool on which he stood was five centimeters shorter than the toes. Usually For example, criminals who try to kill him as a suicide or an accident are more cunning and cautious than criminals who commit violent crimes, because their purpose is not to show off force, but to escape punishment while satisfying selfish desires. Secondly, you Tell me that there are traces of being cleaned at the scene, and there is still a wet mop standing in the bathroom of the hanged person, which shows that the criminal did not leave in a hurry after committing the crime, but calmly wiped out the traces. I can even infer this People quietly appreciate Qiao Qiong's struggle from life to death, and get a perverted sense of satisfaction from it. As for the deep hatred I said, it is because among the many suicide methods, hanging and throwing water can be said to be painful The highest degree, because the process of death is relatively slow, the feeling is too clear and long, and between the two, hanging is better."

"How do you say this?" Tian Yang became curious. As a criminal policeman, he was no stranger to various murders, but this was the first time he had heard about the ranking of the pain levels of suicide methods.

"Among the various methods of suicide, besides the degree of pain, the biggest feature of hanging is that there is no escape route. Many people who cut their wrists or throw water will choose to make the final struggle at the last moment because of their survival instincts. But there is absolutely no such possibility of hanging the neck." Lu Xiangdong tightened his neck with both hands: "Once he is hung, all struggles are futile, and the final result is to lose his life in pain."

"Wow! Dr. Lu, you are amazing! Even the methods of suicide have been studied so thoroughly! Really profound! Admire! Admire!" Tian Yang gave a thumbs up: "Does the study of criminal psychology need to involve such things as suicide? ?”

"No need." Lu Xiangdong replied flatly: "I just faced such a choice before, so I have a little understanding."

Tian Yang opened his mouth when he heard the words, not knowing what to say at all.

Lu Xiangdong himself didn't take it seriously, as if what he just said was just gossip, and continued: "As for the last point, the emotional entanglement between the criminal and the deceased can be inferred entirely from the ring marks and scratches on the fingers. I think, The ring on the deceased’s hand is either related to the murderer’s identity, or it is of great significance to the murderer—a token of the past, or disgust.”

After finishing speaking, he flicked the windbreaker on his body and walked downstairs.

"Dr. Lu, are you going back?" Tian Yang was baffled by his disorganized words and deeds.

"Yes." Lu Xiangdong answered very concisely.

"But...don't you stay and watch?"

"No need, investigating the case is your business, I'm here today, I just don't want to complain." Lu Xiangdong said, stopped his steps going downstairs, stopped and said to Tian Yang: "By the way, I think this house is very strange. "

Tian Yang stood in the dimly lit stairwell, his whole body got goosebumps because of his thoughtless words, he quickly rubbed his arms with his hands: "Dr. Lu, do you have yin and yang eyes?"

"Have you read too many ghost stories?" Lu Xiangdong glanced at Tian Yang with a smile that was not a smile: "I'm talking about feelings, not ideals. You can figure it out yourself."

After finishing speaking, he shook his hand, went downstairs without looking back, and disappeared into the night after a while.

"Yes! What a weirdo!" Tian Yang rubbed his nose, turned around and went back to the scene.

(End of this chapter)