dear archimedes

Chapter 2 Archimedes' Fairy Tale (2)
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"The phone note is very clear." Owen read out unconsciously: "Delf Ben Agust, number 150-250-0441-2!, a mobile phone number in China?"

After a pause, his eyes drifted to the paper in his hand.A series of symbols were running rapidly in his mind, and he frowned: "It's not a name and a phone number, it's a death threat."

Owen's face paled, and said: "Some witnesses will kill people intentionally if they don't respect life, but Ai won't."

"Does she write with her left hand or her right hand?"

"Right hand."

"Her right hand was injured, she lacks strength, and she has a vigilant personality, how could she leave such a deep mark?" He smiled angrily, a little annoyed, "She didn't write it." Yan Su looked up at Owen: "She has A roommate who understands Morse code, have you investigated the people around her?"

Owen hurriedly called Zhen Ai, but no one answered the voicemail.He immediately started to walk out.

"You should pray now, this threat was not sent to her." Yan Su's tone was indifferent, seeing that Owen was about to relax, he added indifferently, "It's unlikely."

"..."

Zhen Ai's phone went silent, and when she entered the school library, she took out her card and found more than a dozen missed calls.

Calling Owen back, the other party breathed a sigh of relief. After asking a bunch of questions, he said that he and Yan Su would be right over.When I hung up the phone, I heard Owen muttering nervously to someone, saying that he was fine and canceled the location tracking.

An indifferent voice on the other end of the phone responded to Owen: "I'm going to die early."

Zhen Ai went back to the student dormitory and the others.It was late in the evening, and the campus was full of classmates who were driving home or on a date, and there were colorful figures on the white snow.

Zhen Ai stood beside the short and fat little snowman, and soon saw Yan Su, coming from the white winter.

The first reaction is surprise.He is not in a wheelchair, and his legs are fine, straight and slender.

He was quite tall when he sat in the wheelchair, but now he looks even taller and thinner, with a long black trench coat and a gray scarf. He is tall and tall, low-key and memorable, like an aristocratic gentleman in a British movie.

Zhen Ai waited for him to approach, and gave him a polite smile, the exhaled breath condensed into a white mist in the cold air, and was quickly blown away by the wind.Yan Su was obviously not prepared for her smile, his less vivid expression became more rigid, as if frozen by the cold wind; his light brown eyes were as quiet as the glass in a church stained with sunlight.

Zhen Ai put her hands in her coat pockets, she stomped her feet in the cold after waiting for a long time, and her smile trembled.They were unfamiliar and relatively awkward.Seeing his calm face, Zhen Ai had no choice but to find something to say: "Did Owen drive you here?"

This is undoubtedly nonsense. It is not as meaningless as eating in good weather, but it is a good way to greet each other.

But Yan Su obviously did not agree with the value of this sentence.

He looked at her silently, his light-colored eyes became lighter under the reflection of the white snow, with a slight sarcasm: "A big bird brought me here." The original words were "I hitchhiked a giant bird." Can't tell Is it a typical American cold humor, or a satire on boring questions.

Zhen Ai thought it was closer to the latter.Does he have interpersonal barriers?
It was difficult for Zhen Ai to answer the question, and it took her a long time to change the subject: "Is Owen parked? Waiting for him here?"

"Go in." He stretched his long legs, with an indifference on his face that did not want to chat, "The cold will weaken people's psychological defenses. This may explain why you suddenly talk so much, chirping like a bird."

Zhen Ai looked up at the sky, the conversation completely failed.This person's thinking was too jumpy, and she racked her brains and didn't know how to answer these words.

After entering the building, he stopped without warning, and Zhen Ai almost bumped into his back.

Yan Su turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as clean as the snow outside: "Owen said that when you saw my business card, you said that I am a person who looks low-key but is actually very proud inside?"

Before Zhen Ai had time to step back, she was very close to him, looking up at his handsome and peaceful face, she felt an invisible pressure.

Despite the embarrassment, she admitted, "Yes."

"Arrogance," he said slowly, "Although I like this word very much, you probably don't agree with it."

Zhen Ai said frankly, "It's not that I don't agree with it, I just think it's always good to be humble."

He went up the stairs with his back straight, his gaze straight ahead:

"I disagree with some who rank modesty as a virtue. To a logician, everything is as it should be, and to underestimate oneself is as contrary to truth as to exaggerate one's own talents."

Zhen Ai was taken aback, and reflexively said, "The Greek Interpreter."

"A Sherlock Holmes fan?" He raised his eyebrows very lightly, and an elusive meaning flashed in his clear eyes, but the words he said in the next second were still awkward, "It's obviously useless."

It doesn't matter if Zhen Ai is not angry or annoyed: "Owen said he would take me to a birthday dinner later. Are you going too?"

He replied lightly: "The magical deciphering journey turned into a warm birthday dinner. The word warm is too suitable for me, perfect!"

Zhen Ai laughed, she had never met someone who could speak irony to such an extent, she was as awkward as a brat.

Yan Su noticed that she was laughing, his expression became serious, and a series of analyzes popped up in his head.

Her smile is irrational.It doesn't make sense logically; nor can there be any hidden meaning from the perspective of behavioral analysis.

It's obviously not funny, why is she laughing?Illogical things make him feel uncomfortable.He frowned slightly.

Zhen Ai turned around the corridor: "I take your words as happy birthday."

After a long silence, he replied politely, "Happy birthday."

When she reached the door and unlocked it, she looked back at him, "Owen said you saw death threats, can you explain it, I'm very happy..."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened automatically, and a strong smell of blood came out.

Zhen Ai already had an ominous premonition, so she slowly opened the door, and saw her roommate Jiang Xin lying in a hideous pool of blood, with a horrific knife wound on her neck, bleeding everywhere.

Yan Su bypassed her and walked in with his usual expression, "I guess you won't be able to eat dinner today."

Zhen Ai dialed the phone: "911? My roommate was killed, please..."

"Slaughter." Yan Su squatted on the ground, his voice was indescribably cold.

Zhen Ai has a meal.Indeed, such a bloody scene was not a murder but a massacre, but she ignored him and called the police according to her own ideas.Putting down the phone, she gently closed the door and stood by the door without moving in or retreating.

"Why didn't you call an ambulance, why did you know she was dead?" Yan Su was wearing gloves, checking the dead.

Knowing how to interrogate her at this time is indeed his style.

Zhen Ai didn't find him abrupt, and said quietly: "From the bathroom to the dormitory, at least 2 liters of blood."

"Good eyesight." He said inexplicably, "So accurate, do you understand human anatomy?"

Zhen Ai's heart skipped a beat, her jet-black eyelashes drooped to cover her lacquered pupils, and she replied calmly, "I don't understand."

The few seconds of surprise and hesitation were not difficult for Yan Su to analyze.The answer is - lie.

"The Earth has traveled 74475 meters around the sun in the time it took you to react."

Thinking that she was slow to react, Zhen Ai simply didn't respond.

Yan Su put his finger on Jiang Xin's neck, stared at the wound, and said unhurriedly, "A small fruit knife with a short but deep edge. It precisely pierced the carotid artery. The murderer was very lucky."

Zhen Ai heard that the last sentence was ironic.really,
"However, let a logician believe in something as abstract as luck, huh..." He laughed, but there was actually no smile in his tone.

The deceased, Jiang Xin, was well-dressed and neatly dressed, her shoulder-length hair was wet, and she was spread out on the ground like a ghostly hand. There was a long bloodstain from the bathroom to the room.

Yan Su squatted on the spot and checked the deceased. There were pinch marks on both sides of the neck and faint bruises on the shoulders. Because the death was not long and hadn't fully appeared, he couldn't see clearly.

He got up, glanced around, but didn't move, for fear of spoiling the scene.

It's a very ordinary double dormitory. On the left is Jiang Xin's bed, table and chairs. There are a lot of things, mainly clothes and accessories, which look expensive; on the dressing table are all kinds of perfumes and cosmetics, which can hardly fit.There is also a calendar with many circles, showing that the owner is busy every day.There was a trinket box on the floor, and brooches, hairpins, earrings, and the like were scattered all over the floor.

On the right is Zhen Ai's bed, table and chairs, clean and simple, a few rows of mass media books on the desk, a few expensive and sexy clothes hanging on the bed, nothing else.

Yan Su's eyes fell on Jiang Xin's dressing table, and asked, "How many jewelry boxes does she have?"

Zhen Ai looked at the ornaments that had fallen to the ground, and said casually: "One,... I don't know."

"There is a problem with this." The strict logician frowned. "Since the answer is 'one', why do you say you don't know? Since you don't know, why do you guess the answer?"

Zhen Ai: "..."

The window next to the dressing table was half open, and there was a small amount of rain and snow in the afternoon, leaving two clear dry marks on the dark table.

Zhen Ai also saw a square and a rectangle.The rectangle just fit the shape of the jewelry box on the ground, and the square... She looked around, and there was one thing missing.

Just thinking about it, Yan Su said to himself: "Two things are missing."

different?She didn't see it.Curious and wanted to ask, but looking at Yan Su's face, it was clearly written "Do Not Disturb".

Yan Su looked at the bathroom, and the walls were covered with splattered blood, which could be concluded to be the first scene, while the front of the dressing table was full of spotty blood.It can be seen that the murderer deliberately dragged the deceased into the room, why?
The deceased's clothes were neat, but his hair was wet. Why?
With so much blood poured out, it is impossible for the murderer not to be covered with blood. How did he get out of here swaggeringly?
He turned his head to look at Zhen Ai by the door, and said flatly: "If you feel scared or uncomfortable, go out."

"I don't think so."

Yan Su narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression seemed to be challenged. He looked at her for a while, then turned his head away, and his tone became unquestionable: "You have been holding hands since you came in. This is a subconscious self-soothing gesture. Don't lie I."

Facing his doubts, she neither admitted nor denied, and said one word indifferently: "Oh."

Yan Sumo fell silent, with a strange expression on his face.Her answer did not conform to the rules of dialogue validity in linguistics at all, the preamble was inconsistent, and it was out of order and logic.This conversation cannot continue.

He didn't intend to continue, but he still said after a long while, "You're disturbing me by standing here."

Zhen Ai raised her eyes: "I didn't move or speak."

"Breathing sounds."

"..."

Zhen Ai was speechless, opened the door and went out.

Soon Owen came, and so did the police from the jurisdiction.Forensic officers began gathering evidence.

Among the visitors was a beautiful Hispanic female forensic doctor with wheat-colored skin and a sexy figure with wavy curly hair. When she saw Yan Su, she didn't even smile: "Hey, weirdo!" (Hello, weirdo)

backtracking;
The female forensic doctor's name was Eva Diaz. Owen called her Eva, but Yan Su called her Police Officer Diaz strangely.

Zhen Ai looked through the crack of the door, the room was completely dark with the curtains drawn, under the purple fluorescent light, the scarlet blood was shocking.Still watching, Owen blocked her sight and patted her on the shoulder: "Ai, don't be afraid."

Zhen Ai nodded.

"SA" was called Yan Su, this time it was a black-haired and yellow-skinned police officer who looked very familiar with Yan Su Owen.

The name tag on her chest reads Jasmine Van der Bilt Jasmine Vanderbilt.Very traditional and old-fashioned surname.The Vanderbilts were a politically active family for centuries.

But this girl is not of mixed race.At least he doesn't have the obvious characteristics of a mixed race like Yan Su, with deep eye sockets, shallow pupils, high nose bridge, fair skin, and three-dimensional facial features like plaster.

Jasmin has a typical oriental face, with flat eyebrows, thin eyebrows and low forehead line, slender eyes, and dark complexion.

She is very temperamental, and her gestures are graceful.In this regard, Zhen Ai is very slow, since she was a child, she has no social interaction, and often does not understand the meaning of other people's expressions or behavior.

Zhen Aili remained silent, but Jasmine still noticed her.

Because Zhen Ai's appearance is too outstanding, the contours of her eyebrows and eyes are as if carefully drawn by hand, she is as beautiful as someone who came out of a medieval court, she is calm and non-aggressive.

Very quiet and classic beauty.

Jasmin couldn't help but look at her a few more times before continuing to look at Yan Su, asking him what he thought of the crime scene, and wanted to hear his opinion.

But Yan Su refused on the grounds that the evidence collection by the forensic officers had not been completed, saying that he just observed something and did not want his opinion to interfere with the police officer's judgment.

Jasmine admired him more; Zhen Ai also looked sideways, surprised by his principles, it turned out that he is not a person who blindly shows off his IQ.

Yan Su raised his bland eyebrows, met Zhen Ai's eyes, and moved away calmly.

After seeing the scene, Jasmine came out to talk to Yan Su: "It's missing something like a jewelry box, could it be a robbery?"

Yan Su said indifferently: "There is no need to drag people from the bathroom to the room for robbery. It is difficult to operate and easy to leave footprints."

"I'll check to see if there are any similar cases, to see if it's a serial..."

"Don't waste time. Even if she is the target type, a serial killer would abduct her instead of killing in a student dormitory. But this murderer," he narrowed his eyes slightly, "has means, calmness, and preparation. This time the anger Get vented...likely to develop into a serial killer."

Jasmin was puzzled, not knowing how Yan Su could see the personality of the murderer, she was curious but didn't ask after all, nodded, "It's the same as I thought."

Yan Su said to the forensic personnel inside: "There is an irregular spot of blood under the chair, as if it had been wiped; there is something crushing the blood spot over there, focus on it; check the rectangular imprint on the dressing table, it is It’s not that there are stickers.” The on-site staff followed suit.

When the deceased was carried out, Yan Su told Eva again: "Check the lungs of the deceased."

At this time, a police officer asked who called the police and whether he could return to the police station to assist in the investigation.

Generally speaking, the first person to spot the scene and call the police is a strong suspect.

Yan Su pointed at Zhen Ai without hesitation.

The police officer was surprised: "Aren't you the roommate of the deceased?"

Knowing that Yan Su is an acquaintance in the police station, Owen quickly said, "She is with SA."

Yan Su glanced at Owen with dissatisfaction, and said to the police officer, "She came with me. But before we came to the scene of the crime, I only got along with her for less than 5 minutes. The deceased died for about half an hour and cannot be used Make an alibi."

Such cooperation is a perfect example of a good citizen.

Owen looked at him speechlessly, and explained to Zhen Ai: "Ai, I will notify the lawyer, if you want to speak, you can not say a word."

Yan Su nodded: "The lawyer Owen found for you must be the best."

Owen continued to be speechless, who are you helping?
Zhen Ai was sitting in the interrogation room to be interrogated, while Yan Su and several other police officers stood outside the glass window and watched.

Jasmin met Zhen Ai face to face at close range, and looked at Zhen Ai calmly. Her information showed that she was a Chinese student studying abroad, but she looked clearly like a Westerner. That kind of beautiful beauty reminded people of God's most cherished place in the Garden of Eden. The flowers are weak, untainted by the world, and exude a sense of immortality.Especially a pair of eyes, very black and bright, like obsidian at the bottom of the water, clear and sparkling.

Jasmine felt uncomfortable with such a rare and beautiful girl beside Yan Su, but when she thought about Yan Su's character, and thought that he hadn't glanced at Zhen Ai all the way, there was a hint of gloating about her success.

Jasmin asked for basic information first.She thought that Zhen Ai's English was not good, and she spoke very slowly, like talking to an old man with hard of hearing.

"What's your relationship with Jiang Xin?"

"roommate."

"Can you describe the scene when you saw the crime scene?"

Zhen Ai said fluently: "When I went back to the dormitory, the door was loose, and it opened as soon as I touched it. She was lying on the ground, blood was everywhere, I only took one look, and the back was gone."

"Then?"

"Call the police."

The answer was so clean and neat that Jasmine was a little caught off guard: "You have been at the scene since then?"

"Yes."

"doing what?"

"Stand." Zhen Ai ignored the question in her words.

"Standing?" The ending sound curled up, with a strong sense of disbelief.

Zhen Ai remained calm: "Yes, stand."

(End of this chapter)