nursery rhymes

Chapter 3 The Murderer's Provocation

After notifying the family of the deceased, Zhuge Yang was called to the conference room for a meeting.

The person presiding over the meeting was team leader Wang Chen. He stood in front of the long conference table, holding a stack of newly developed photos in his hand.

Zhuge Yang was sitting on the chair on Wang Chen's right, with a notebook in black cover spread out in front of him.Sitting on his right side were Xiao Liang and Yin Zihe. One of them forgot to bring his book and the other forgot to bring his pen.

"Hey Zhuge, tear up two pieces of paper for me to help." Xiao Liang leaned forward and whispered.

Wang Chen cleared his throat and began to talk about the case that happened this morning.

Zhuge Yang tore the paper from two notebooks as quietly as possible and handed them to Xiao Liang.Xiao Liang gave the other carbon pen on his shirt pocket to Yin Zihe, and then twirled his fingers at Zhuge Yang.

Zhuge Yang had no choice but to lean back on the chair, take out the spring pen from his trouser pocket and pass it under the table.

With a bang, a stack of photos was smashed on the table.

There is a layer of black leather in the middle of the conference table. I don't know if it is of poor quality or has been used for too long, but there are a few holes in it.The corner of one of the photos was stuck in the hole, sticking up high.

"What is this? This is a provocation to us. I have already asked the director for instructions. These people in the conference room today are all members of the nursery rhyme murder task force. The case must be solved within seven days."

Zhuge Yang reached out and took the upturned photo in his hand, staring at the seven irregular knife marks on the back of the deceased in the photo.

The master is right, this is indeed a provocation.

You don't need to think about it to know that after today's murder case is announced to the public, there will be a bigger storm on the Internet.

The boy disappeared on the beach on March 3, the murder on West Beach Road on April 24, and the murder in the underground garage on April 4.The murderer was stuck at the seven-day time limit, allowing rumors to spread, making it impossible to hold back.

The seven stab wounds on the back of the deceased Fu Mingyang were a provocation to the police and a preview of the next seven-day murder case.

After the meeting, the surveillance video from the Holiday Inn was also sent over. Zhuge Yang watched the computer and began to check the basement video that was close to the time of the crime.

He focused on the suspicious man who was about the same height as the deceased, and kept staring at him until noon. His eyes were sore and he took two drops of eye drops to relieve his pain.

Xiao Liang, who was in charge of checking the address book of the deceased, slipped out at some point and came back with two pockets of lunch.

Zhuge Yang rested the back of his head on the back of the chair, and the eye drops slid from the corners of his eyes to the base of his ears. He raised his hand to wipe them. "Whoever comes back, I can smell the fragrance of rice."

Xiao Liang took a box of rice and a box of scrambled eggs with tomatoes from a plastic bag, placed them on Zhuge Yang's table, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm back, and I brought you some scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sour and sweet, perfect for rice."

Zhuge Yang, who had just watched the bloody scene in the morning, frowned, but still said thank you.

This is a tough battle. How can you fight the murderer if you don't have enough food?

Zhuge Yang blinked, absorbed the eye drops, and grabbed the boxed lunch on his desk.Turning around, Xiao Liang handed over two more lunch boxes.

"This one belongs to Mushu Rou."

Zhuge Yang reached out to take it and watched Xiao Liang put two pairs of disposable chopsticks on the lunch box, his eyes were red and he smiled.

Carrying the lunch box, he arrived at the door of the captain's office. Through the frosted glass, he could see the master, who was immersed in writing and drawing, frowning. Four or five pages of red letter paper were already placed on the table.

He knocked lightly on the glass door, pushed it open, and placed the lunch box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Master, it's time to eat." Wang Chen raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall opposite, stretched his stiff neck and threw away the pen in his hand. "Ouch, it's already 12:30."

Zhuge Yang opened the lunch box, split the disposable chopsticks from the middle, and placed them on the edge of the lunch box. "Master, have you discovered anything?"

Wang Chen stood up and beat his waist and said: "Yes, it is basically certain that the murderer of these two cases is the same person. The footprints of the children's shoes at the scene are exactly the same. You know, even if they are the same style of shoes, the sole patterns are similar. But these two cases The footprints at the murder scene are all consistent."

Wang Chen sat on the sofa, changed the positions of the open box of Mushu Pork in front of him and the tomato scrambled eggs in front of Zhuge Yang, and continued.

"In case 401, the murderer did not have a clear intention to kill at the beginning. It was probably manslaughter. After the incident, he was afraid that he would be suspected, so he went back and rearranged the scene."

"The 407 case is different. The murderer went to the scene with the murder weapon, sneaked up on the victim from behind, and killed him with one blow. After the victim died, he stabbed the victim seven times in the back as if venting his anger."

"Feng Yaozhong, the 401-year-old deceased in the 41 case, was a salesperson for a food retail company in BJ. The 407-year-old Fu Mingyang, the deceased in the 27 case, was a Chinese teacher in a primary school in Tianjin. There is no connection between these two people, but both It suddenly appeared in Beidaihe recently."

"At first I speculated that Feng Yaozhong's death was a murder of love, but now this assumption is no longer valid."

Zhuge Yang stuffed a chopstick of rice into his mouth, chewed it and nodded.

Wang Chen picked up a piece of egg that fell on the coffee table and ate it. He took a few mouthfuls of rice randomly, put down his chopsticks, stood up and took a piece of messy letter paper with a picture from his desk.

He pointed to the words 'Why come to Beidaihe', chewed rice with unclear enunciation and said to Zhuge Yang: "It is very important to find out the reason."

Zhuge Yang also followed suit and took a few mouthfuls of rice. "Master, I'll check it out immediately."

Before leaving the office, Zhuge Yang told Wang Chen another question he had in mind. "Master, I just informed Fu Mingyang's family that the person who answered the phone was his wife. However, the other party's reaction when they learned that Fu Mingyang was killed was a bit strange."

Wang Chen raised his head from the pile of letters, turned around and asked seriously: "What a strange method."

"After hearing the news, I was not surprised or sad. Instead, I was very calm."

"Then let's check it out together."

Zhuge Yang nodded and closed the glass door.

As soon as he went out, Xiao Liang came over excitedly. "Hey Zhuge, there's a new clue."

Colleagues who stayed at the hotel rummaged through the trash can on the B1 floor of the garage and found a blood-stained disposable raincoat and two black plastic bags with blood stains inside.

The evidence is on its way back to the police station. With these two items, there is a new deduction about the circumstances of the murder.

The murderer, wearing a raincoat, quietly approached the victim from behind and suddenly cut the carotid artery.Blood spurted out and stained the raincoat.After the victim struggled to death from excessive blood loss, the murderer deliberately slashed his back seven times.The soles of the shoes were stained with blood and left footprints, then they were put in plastic bags and walked away.

I walked to the trash can parking area on the B2 floor and threw away my blood-stained raincoat and plastic bags with shoes.

Could it be someone from inside the hotel?

Zhuge Yang entered the office again and told Wang Chen his speculation, and asked to go to the hotel to check again to see if the deceased Fu Mingyang had any conflicts with anyone in the hotel after he checked in.

Wang Chen poured cold water on him.

"This is unlikely. If there is a conflict and something happens to Fu Mingyang, the first suspect will be the person who clashed with him. Besides, the same murderer is involved in both cases. Time is tight, you have to focus on the key points Enter." Wang Chen poked a few words on the letter paper with his finger.

(End of this chapter)