I, the outlaw, was caught again

Chapter 95 A Pen Disappeared
The third victim.
Appeared!
Yesterday at noon, Li Sheng was still worried whether the case would turn into a serial murder case.

This is just great.

Li Sheng was no longer worried.

The case has become a serial murder case!
"This is the third victim."

"My name is Zhang Peng. I have no father, no mother, no wife, no children, and no friends."

Han Yang brought the information he had retrieved from the clerk when he came here, and hurriedly spoke to Xu Sheng and Li Sheng.

"The other party lives on the edge of Jiangsan City, thirty kilometers away from Zhangjia Village."

"The house was a simple cement bungalow with a dog. The dog was killed about nine days ago, one day later than Zhao Guang."

"Like the first two murders, the third victim was brutally murdered, his body was shattered into pieces and discarded in a messy manner."

At this time, about an hour and a half later, the police arrived at the third murder scene.

This place doesn't look much different from the countryside, except that the houses are more densely populated and you can see those bright high-rise buildings in the distance.

Outside the house, the police have set up a cordon.

Inside the house, Xu Sheng and Li Sheng stood on the ground in silence.

"Most importantly, after investigation, although there were no signs of burns on the victim's face, there were on his back."

"Moreover, the other party also appeared in Jiangsan City 20 years ago."

Han Yang pointed to a certain place where human skin was torn off alive and said.

There are clear signs of fire on it.

Seeing this, Xu Sheng couldn't help but frowned.

"In the three murders, the victims all had burn marks on their bodies, which basically confirms that there is some kind of 'group' relationship between them."

"Is it x faction?"

Li Sheng frowned and looked at Xu Sheng and said.

X faction, this thing is the same as pyramid scheme, but it is more hateful than pyramid scheme.

It can turn a mentally sound person into a fanatical believer after he falls into a few schemes, and the person will do anything, even death.

These x factions often wear some group patterns or clothes that represent their group.

The burns on the three victims fit this profile.

"Not quite like it."

Xu Sheng pondered for a while and shook his head, but his brows were still furrowed.

"No x-faction can hunt someone down for twenty years. It's not realistic. If we are unlucky and encounter this kind of thing, it makes sense, but..."

"Sun Qiang discovered that Zhao Guang was dead!"

"When the other party found out his friend was dead, he didn't call the police or make a fuss. Instead, he quietly left!"

"This is not consistent with the mentality of those who have been persecuted by the x-faction or those who have escaped from it."

"Unless Sun Qiang himself is a key cadre member!"

"But Sun Qiang has no money"

For an x-faction cadre, having no money is the greatest insult.

Why are you doing this if you can't make any money! ?

However, this problem can be applied to Zhao Guang and Zhang Peng.

"How much is this money?"

Looking at the piles of banknotes that appeared in the package pulled out from the corner in front of him, Xu Sheng asked.

Several policemen began to count the money.

"A total of 80,000, all the money for the latest version."

"The banknotes are very old, not changed at the bank, and each banknote has a different wrinkle."

Zhang Miao said that these coins were not in pieces and were easy to count.

"Eighty thousand yuan, new version, old banknotes. That means this money has nothing to do with Zhao Guang's fifty thousand yuan."

Li Sheng was stunned. His monthly salary was just that much and he couldn't save much money in a year.

But now, two old men in their sixties, one has a deposit of 50,000 yuan, with a purchasing power of more than 50,000 yuan, and the other has a deposit of 80,000 yuan! ?
"What is Zhang Peng's occupation?"

"Without a job, all this money seems to come out of thin air." Han Yang shook his head and answered the question.

No job, but a huge sum of 80,000 yuan.
Xu Sheng was silent. He turned his head and looked at the person who died tragically in the living room.

He squatted down and looked at the other person's body pieces.

The body had appeared eight days ago, and it was already rotten beyond recognition, with maggot shells scattered all over the ground. Xu Sheng waved his hand to drive away the flies, then lowered his head to look at the body.

It was no different from the previous two cases, with the exterior still being eaten away like crazy and the interior still being hollowed out.

only.
【Eyes of the Falcon! 】

Xu Sheng silently activated his skill, and the next moment, a luster invisible to the naked eye appeared in his eyes.

Then he felt that his eyesight suddenly improved, but his mental energy was also consumed faster.

His eyes quickly scanned the body until
"A black spot?"

Xu Sheng paused, then looked at Zhang Peng's festering fingers with his gloved hand.

The fingers had begun to fester, but in the palm of the hand there was a very fuzzy black spot that was not caused by natural decay.

这 是
"Ink."

Xu Sheng's heart moved, and then he looked at the table around him. There was a calendar, a TV remote control, rotten fruit and a notebook on the table.

The calendar is the size of a palm, but it is extremely thick, and each page is as thin as a hair.

Elderly people in the countryside often use it to roll cigarettes.

only.
"What did you find?"

Li Sheng noticed the movement, came back to his senses from his thoughts, and asked quickly.

"A pen disappeared."

Xu Sheng stood up and said silently.

"A pen?" Li Sheng was stunned.

"There were traces of ballpoint pen scratches on the calendar and another notebook had been torn."

As he spoke, he took out the ballpoint pen that he always carried with him from his chest.

The ballpoint pen was blue, and unlike later ones, you had to press the 'tail' before the tip would pop out.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard, and Xu Sheng took a pen and drew on the indentation.

After a while, a name appeared in front of everyone.

"Qian Hai?"

"Take it to the office for inspection." Xu Sheng said calmly.

Han Yang was stunned. He had never heard any information about these two words from the office staff.

"what is this?"

"It's most likely a person's name."

Xu Sheng spoke calmly and looked at Li Sheng.

After a pause, he answered the question irrelevantly:
"Do you remember how many days Zhao Guang died?"

"Ten days ago, what happened?" Li Sheng frowned. There was no way he could forget such basic information.

"Sun Qiang died two days ago."

Xu Sheng nodded, "There is a difference of eight days!"

"However, judging from the messy footprints in Sun Qiang's home, Zhao Guang had visited Sun Qiang's home before his death."

"About twelve days ago."

Traceology is a very interesting subject.

If you are very proficient, then, when you see a footprint, you can often figure out when it was left.

Methods of estimation, such as wind and sand, degree of blur, or traces of insects crawling, can all vaguely estimate the time when the footprints were left.

In particular, the time of Zhao Guang’s death left a very clear time control group!
Then the traces in Sun Qiang's home are very easy to infer.

"Twelve days ago, the other party came to Zhangjia Village and wanted to find Sun Qiang."

"But Sun Qiang was invited to film a documentary on intangible cultural heritage, and was not at home for the monkey show segment, so he escaped."

"Then, the other party found Zhao Guang on the third day, which was ten days ago. Zhao Guang died on the same day."

"Then there was the third victim, Zhang Peng."

"so."

As Xu Sheng spoke, he paused, looked at everyone, and asked a question.

"How did the murderer know the location of these people!?"

(End of this chapter)