dear archimedes

Chapter 5 Archimedes' Fairy Tale (5)
Eva turned around and went to the cabinet next to her to bring a small plate with a platinum tail ring on it: "This was found in the stomach of the deceased."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Ai glanced at it from a distance, feeling a little nauseated.

Yan Su took out his phone to take a picture of the ring, and bent his lips thoughtfully: "So there are three things missing."

Owen was surprised: "Another thing is missing?"

"Yes." Yan Su glanced at the ring, lifted the white cloth to look at the dead man's finger, and got confirmation, "Brand new ring, where is the ring box?"

He stopped looking, but asked, "Is there any scratches on the esophagus from metal?"

"some."

He nodded: "It doesn't take long to swallow."

After speaking, he covered the white cloth, thanked Eva, and went out.

Owen asked him where he was going, Yan Su said: "We can start questioning witnesses."

As the three of them went downstairs, Yan Su explained.

It turned out that the police had narrowed down the scope based on the alibi and the motive of the crime, and found four people who had quarreled with the deceased recently.They are all willing to assist with the investigation.

Jasmin called Yan Su early in the morning and told Yan Su that she could go to investigate early in the morning, she knew that he was always reluctant to procrastinate.But Yan Su said for the first time that there is no rush, and it is not too late to go in the afternoon.

The three of them got into the car, and Owen wondered while fastening his seat belt: "Do you also feel that there is no rush to solve the case?"

Yan Su said briefly, "Wait for the autopsy results."

"So have you found any new clues now?"

"Our murderer thinks fast and is very adaptable." He leaned on the back seat of the car, his eyes slightly closed, the collar of the black windbreaker stood up high, half covering his sharp jaw, looking distant and unstoppable near.

He said it easily, and the people in the car were once again in a fog. He didn't know how he could tell from the traces on Jiang Xin's body that the murderer's mind was quick and quick.

Owen was used to his tone and was too lazy to ask, but Zhen Ai was curious: "Why?"

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, without moving his head, his light brown pupils turned to stare at her.

The scenery outside the car window was flowing, and his pupils were like amber sunk in the bottom of the water, shimmering with sparkling light, clear and clear.

She knew that such radiant eyes of his, with the purest conceit and arrogance, only appeared when his mind was sparked and his spirit was lifted.

He let out a haughty breath: "Before, there was one thing that I couldn't understand. The murderer left the scene covered in blood and left the scene unobtrusively, which shows that he was very skilled. Except for the messy blood, everything else was intact and there was no fight It shows that he controlled the whole scene and came prepared. However, it is a bad way to splatter blood in a public dormitory where people come and go. If you want to vent your anger, one knife is too little; in addition, the murder weapon is a fruit knife that you did not bring. .

Part of it seems to be prepared, and the other part seems to kill impulsively.These two are contradictory. "

Zhen Ai was engrossed in listening, and unconsciously participated in: "Do you think the way the murderer planned to kill at the beginning was drowning?"

"Smart." Yan Su seemed satisfied with the collision and sharing of her thoughts with him, and praised her generously, saying,
"Stabbing people with a knife and watching the blood of life flow away little by little is a good way to vent your anger; but also, pushing people into the water again and again, watching the victim struggle to survive, but losing resistance little by little .Such strong control is also for him to enjoy."

enjoy?His diction is really weird.

Zhen Ai's spine trembled, but her curiosity prevailed, and she couldn't help analyzing: "If you push people into the water again and again, torture them and then drown them, the murderer will get more stimulation and won't get himself dirty. The murderer was Prepared in this way, otherwise he would not be able to use Jiang Xin's fruit knife without a knife. But why did he switch to a knife later?"

"This is the interesting part." A gleam of light flashed in Yan Su's eyes, and he touched the corners of his lips without a smile, "There is some reason that interfered with the murderer's mind, making him feel that drowning her is not enough to vent his anger, and he needs to change her." new method."

Zhen Ai was taken aback: "You mean he was stimulated halfway?"

"Well. Although he changed his method halfway, he escaped perfectly. This killer looks chaotic, but in fact he is smart and organized, cautious and adaptable. He likes the feeling of control extremely. This type of killer will make Intervene in the investigation as much as possible, want to know what the police are looking for, and even mislead the police.”

"what do you mean?"

A trace of challenging expectations flashed in his eyes, and there was a rare unrestrained expression in his words, "Honey, the real murderer is among these few people who cooperated with the investigation."

Although he knew that he was in a state of excitement because of the high speed of thinking at the moment, but the word "dear" still made Zhen Ai's heart beat "pop".

Meet Jasmin at the gate of the police station.When she got in the car, she saw Zhen Ai and asked Yan Su in surprise, "Why is she still with you?"

Yan Su was not interested in this question, so he closed his eyes and answered absently, "She is a witness."

The first person involved is Jiang Xin's boyfriend Sidney Taylor, who is currently living in his parents' suburban villa.

The car drove into a quiet suburban community, a large villa with a wide lawn, and soon arrived at Taylor's house.A young guy about 24 years old was cleaning out the garage.A freshly washed red sports car was parked on the driveway.

In the quiet environment of the suburbs, every passing vehicle is enough to attract attention.Sidney Taylor held the glove box and looked back;
Yan Su and the others got out of the car.Contrary to Zhen Ai's expectation, Yan Su walked last, looking around slowly.

After Jia Simin introduced her identity and stated her intentions, she began to ask questions. First, she provided an alibi: "From 2:29 to [-]:[-] pm on February [-]th, where are you?"

"School dormitory."

"Is there anyone with you?"

"No."

Taylor looked calm, but not in good spirits, with dark circles under his eyes.

Yan Su stared at the cardboard box in his hand, then at Jasmine, who understood, and asked, "Our questioning will take a while, you can put the cardboard box down first."

Taylor's face was not very relaxed. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and walked into the garage to put the carton away, and then walked back.

Jasmine: "When did you and Jiang Xin start dating?"

With no paper box in his arms, Taylor was very uncomfortable, and folded his hands in confusion: "A year ago."

"The classmate said that the relationship between you two is very bad, and you often quarrel?"

Taylor became vigilant, and slowly said: "We used to be very good, it's just that we haven't spent much time together recently, so there has been friction."

"How is her relationship with other boys?"

"She has a lot of friends, both men and women."

"Then you..." Jasmine's next question was interrupted.

"Sidney." A plainly dressed but elegant couple walked out of the house and stopped the questioning.It's Taylor's parents.

His mother came over and looked at Jasmine not very friendly: "He was too close to the deceased, and he didn't have an alibi. In order to prevent the police from taking what they shouldn't say, we hired a lawyer."

This means that every time Taylor is questioned, a lawyer must be present.

Jasmin suddenly felt frustrated, and was just about to express that she didn't have any malicious intentions, but Yan Su asked Taylor, "Do you like playing basketball?"

The question didn't bother his parents, and Taylor nodded. "Our school also won the Eastern Conference Championship in college basketball."

Yan Su was fine, he patted the Porsche sports car, and praised without background: "The car is beautiful."

Taylor twitched the corner of his mouth: "Birthday present."

The first visit is coming to an end.Unwilling, Jasmin asked Taylor's parents for the lawyer's business card so that they could contact her.

Yan Su stood upright on the opposite side of the road, looking at Taylor who continued to wash the car, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Everyone will lie."

All men lie?It sounds like an early inference.But now the implication is that Taylor has lied.

Zhen Ai was sitting in the car, looking up at Yan Su through the car window.

The north wind blows his short hair, neat and handsome.

His lips pursed into an upward curve, not smiling, but pleasing to the eye.From her point of view, his figure is getting taller and taller, reflecting the light blue winter sky, like a tall and straight tree, clean and clear, forming a scene of its own.

Zhen Ai asked herself that she was never a curious person, but these days she was repeatedly challenged, just like at this moment, she really wanted to know what was the secret that kept him happy.

She leaned against the window and asked, "Where did Taylor lie?"

Yan Su looked down at her slowly, with a quiet expression: "Don't you think about it yourself?"

If it was an ordinary girl, her face would be flushed; but Zhen Ai only understood the literal meaning, she really listened to him, and thought about it seriously: "Taylor's family is very rich, but he is very ordinary in school like..." She walked alone , The interaction with classmates is shallow, everything is just a general impression, and I don't know if it is right.

"It's like a student from an ordinary family." Yan Su took her words unexpectedly.

"You can see him at school?"

Yan Su raised his chin, "Here, that Porsche sports car doesn't have a school parking pass, so it's not a tool for going to school. Such a flashy car doesn't go to school, he is very low-key. This can also be seen from the clothes he and his parents wear .”

Zhen Ai cooperated with him and tried hard to recall: "I once heard Jiang Xin tell other girls that she was envious of her boyfriend being richer than Taylor. Later, her clothes were so revealing, and her boyfriend would not buy such clothes for women to wear. To show it to other men."

Yan Su: "Oh, the reason for the quarrel has come out."

"Why did Taylor hide his family background from Jiang Xin? Afraid she would be with him because of money?"

"The deceased may not be because of money at the beginning. You see, there are a lot of trophies in his garage. Boys who are good at sports in college are often popular." Yan Su said here, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and said, "But then It's spoiled."

Zhen Ai sensitively noticed his strangeness, and lost the focus: "When you were in college, were you good at sports?"

Under the pale blue sky, Yan Su Qingjun's face was gloomy for a while, and he didn't speak.

"Oh." Zhen Ai's expression was suddenly enlightened, and she tapped the window glass with her fingers lightly.

Yan Su: "I was only 13 years old at that time."

"Oh." Zhen Ai looked pitiful and sympathetic,

Yan Su: "..."

Zhen Ai smiled lightly, brushed her shattered hair that was blown by the wind, and changed the topic: "Did he buy the ring?"

"Yes. Taylor has a very new scratch around the second joint of the little finger of his left hand. It is a scar that was pulled out in a hurry after wearing a new ring. He has been holding the cardboard box just to cover his hand."

Zhen Ai was taken aback when she heard the words, Yan Su scrutinized and watched to see these details?He is really good.

Jasmine came out of the house, and everyone set off to the next location.

The second witness is Wen Bo, the organizer of the crypto society. He is of Chinese descent and owns a comic book store in the block next to the school.The shop is not big, it is not the end of get out of class time, there are no customers, so he is the only one guarding.

It was still Jasmine who asked the question.

Yan Su is not good at dealing with people head-on, so he walked between the bookshelves on his own.

Zhen Ai followed.He habitually put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, with his back straight.She saw his gaze sweeping across the rows of books, but kept restrained all the time, and asked, "Why don't you read?"

"No gloves."

She knew what he meant, touching a book that countless people had borrowed was equivalent to shaking hands with countless people.

"Have you read the comic books?"

"No." He answered simply.After a long period of silence, he belatedly realized that the responsibility for continuing the conversation was on his side, and asked meaninglessly, "What about you?"

She shook her head slowly: "No."

Then, there was nothing to say.

Neither of them are great conversationalists.

Yan Su frowned and thought for a while. To be honest, the girls he met were either chattering too loudly, or their words were never focused.But this girl is obviously very temperate, she doesn't talk much, and her voice is soft, and he doesn't hate or reject her.

So he opened his mouth and continued chatting: "My dream when I was young was to be a bookstore owner, to solve the puzzles and codes in books in various languages ​​from ancient times to the present, but later I discovered that the codes are not in the books, but in people's hearts. "

His voice was deep and unspeakably melodious.

Zhen Ai was also very peaceful in her heart: "My childhood dream was to be the owner of a lollipop shop. There are many lollipops of different colors, flavors and shapes. The most are colorful wave lollipops. Round and round, the bigger the better." .” When she said this, the corners of her lips were inadvertently dyed with a layer of brilliance.

"Do girls like to eat candy?" He looked down at her, his eyes were not as clear as before. "Research shows that eating sweets will increase people's happiness. I deeply doubt this. Pulling teeth is not happy at all."

She was amused and smiled: "But in fact, I have never eaten lollipops. When I was a child, my mother forbade them to eat them. When I grew up, one day, I no longer longed for those bright colors."

Her voice gradually decreased, and a faint sadness rose in her heart, as if she had been deceived by time.The sweetness on those taste buds is the best time to miss the taste after all.

"Oh, what a pity." He looked down at her, and slowly expressed her heart.

Zhen Ai raised her eyes in a daze, and saw that the corners of his lips were slightly bent.He was smiling, as clear and light as the moonlight on a snowy night, but it was uniquely beautiful.His expression has always been dull, neither cold nor warm, even the smile at this moment is very shallow, as if it should be so quiet.

But because of his indescribably teasing tone, this smile became even more touching.

She suddenly remembered what her mother said: People with a peaceful heart have self-denying smiles.

She has always stubbornly believed that self-denial is a forbearing asceticism, a kind of mourning bondage; it is like not being able to eat candy, like not being able to cry, like being unable to talk, like being unable to trust.

But his interpretation of self-denial is easy, restrained, retractable, low-key and flamboyant.

Zhen Ai was a little touched, and quietly lowered her head.

Following his footsteps casually and walking around among the bookshelves, she asked, "Don't you need to hear the witness?"

"I'm listening." Yan Su stared at the decorative window of the manga house, and said, "Although there are people like you who think slowly about one thing in the world, there are also people who think about many things at the same time and react quickly. ……like me."

Zhen Ai: "..." Sure enough, the three words are inseparable.

She followed his gaze, and there were unexpectedly many sporting goods in the window, such as basketball, tennis and table tennis.Yan Suliantong thought for a moment, and continued the previous words: "Compared with the witnesses, I trust my eyes and my head more."

Zhen Ai shrugged her shoulders, this arrogant guy didn't believe the testimony of witnesses at all.

Walking over, I heard Jasmine ask Wen Bo: "Did someone see you arguing with the deceased in the street before?"

"She stained the out-of-print collection of comics in my store."

The inquiries came to a close with no groundbreaking findings.Seeing Yan Suu approaching, Jasmin was even more anxious and didn't show any signs, and asked, "You founded the password society, right?"

Wen Bo explained: "It is to allow people who are interested in passwords to communicate with each other."

Hearing this sentence, Yan Su asked, "Do you know what happened to the last note written by the deceased?"

Suddenly a strange voice came, Wen Bo was taken aback, and said: "The members of the club understand some basic cryptography, and sometimes they use passwords to record when communicating with each other or playing around. But I don't know the things and habits among the members. "

Zhen Ai was taken aback, and wanted to remind Yan Su, but he saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes, the light brown eyes did not show any ripples, but they seemed to exchange a word with a heart.She was startled, suddenly understood, and said nothing.

Yan Su moved his eyes to the small paper box next to the cash register, found a few taxi ticket stubs, and asked, "What time did you get up that morning?"

This question is too nonsensical, and it sounds like it has little to do with the case, Wen Bo didn't hide it: "Uh, around 10 o'clock."

Yan Su didn't delve into it, his eyes moved up and landed on a row of photo frames behind him, his jaw slightly moved, "How much did that baseball bat sell for?"

It refers to the photo of Wen Bo and the legendary baseball star Jonathan. In the photo, Wen Bo is holding a baseball bat.How did Ke Yansu know that he sold that club?Wen Bo was silent for a long time: "100 dollars."

After Yan Su asked, he went out without saying hello to anyone, as if he came here just to read a book and chat.When he went out, his back was safe and in control, but it was a pity that he threw the others into the mist.

Zhen Ai followed beside her, and whispered: "When you asked Wen Bo for the note, you only mentioned the note and didn't mention the password, but his answer gave it away."

(End of this chapter)