After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective

The golden ratio of 0.618.

And.

Truly perfect work.

Two rather special words suddenly sounded in Su Ming's mind again.

This is already ... I heard this phrase for the second time.

For the first time.

It was in the high-class suite set by Qu Pengfei, but due to the special situation at that time, plus not yet obtained so many clues.

There is no extension through these two words at all.

But now.

Su Ming suddenly remembered...

At that time, in that post, there was such a special sentence.

[If you see the prey as a work, then you have to guide them, even deliberately leave some misleading clues and evidence, so that the police will forever...]

Opus?

Talk about murder as a work.

Plus.

The kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is so severe that it is necessary to cut the size and shape of the corpse to the same size.

......

Now.

As if he had grasped the most crucial point, Su Ming suddenly opened his sharp eyes, looked at Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng, who were still thinking, and said extremely seriously.

"Forest Bureau, Brother Sheng."

"I already know roughly what profession the murderer is most likely engaged in!"

This sentence.

In an instant, Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng stopped their thoughts, and quickly turned their heads to look at Su Ming, their eyes full of curiosity and urgency.

No pretentiousness.

Su Ming directly picked up the remote control and replayed the only sentence said by the murderer in the recorded video in front of him.

"Compared to 0.618 gold..."

Su Ming opened the image of the post taken from the forum.

Pointing to the murderer of the corpse crushing case of Modu University, the penultimate sentence of the post sharing his own experience is the sentence that regards murder as a work.

Looking around at Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng, he squinted slightly and said quite seriously.

"I just suddenly found out..." "

This murderer of the 5.13 corpse case who absconded, I don't know if it is a subconscious mouth fetish, or he deliberately describes the murder as a work."

"Even calling the corpse case twenty years ago a perfect work."

"Of course."

"Treating murder as a work may not prove anything, after all, criminals with such a pathological psychology are actually not few."

"But."

"The 0.618 golden ratio rate in this sentence undoubtedly reduces the murderer's industry by a complete and large margin."

"Because."

"At that time, the murderer was looking at the body of the victim he cut and said something like this."

"In his eyes, the corpses of the victims that he carefully cut out are more outstanding and perfect than the golden ratio."

"That certainly speaks for itself."

"The murderer is likely to be often exposed to the word golden ratio, or some special things corresponding to it, which have been subconsciously compared with this."

"But there is also a possibility that these things are completely false clues deliberately taken out by the murderer, just to confuse the sight."

"But as I said before, if the murderer is designed to be twenty years from now in order not to be caught by us, then there is really no need to continue to entangle."

"Choosing other members of a drug trafficking organization to break through is a better choice."

"But this kind of probability, I think it should be impossible, I dare not think that there are really criminals, can be laid out twenty years later."

"What industry is able to use or have access to the golden ratio and will often own its own work?"

"I think the type of industry of this murderer has been able to be roughly targeted."

The voice just fell.

Xu Changsheng slapped the table excitedly, and quickly said quite excitedly.

"Art industry!"

"Those who are mainly engaged in painting and photography are more often exposed to the golden ratio."

Lin Tian, who was sitting next to him, still remained quite calm, and was not excited by further locking the truth, and added.

"Compared to drawing."

"Those jade carvers, as well as graphic designers, I think it should be easier to access, this special aesthetic number."

"But only if the previous conditions are met."

Regarding the further conjectures of Xu Changsheng and Lin Tian, Su Ming nodded in agreement.

But in his heart.

At present, there is already a profession that almost satisfactorily meets all the previous restrictions.

From niche, status, fame, techniques, and even familiarity with human bones, it can be said to be 100% satisfied, like the profession carved in the template.

Take a deep breath hard.

Su Ming's eyes showed a trace of essence, and he said quite seriously and confidently.

"Forest Bureau, Brother Sheng."

"I can now be roughly ninety percent sure that the murderer of the 5.13 shredded corpse case is likely to be a famous one as early as twenty years!!..."

......

Meanwhile.

The top floor of Xingsheng Building in Luzhou City.

K, who is still wearing a yukata, is leaning comfortably on a lounge chair.

While eating foie gras flown in from France, he looked at the laptop screen not far away.

Now.

His laptop screen has been evenly cut into twelve parts, each containing real-time surveillance video.

Where it was observed....

It is the exit of the garage of the criminal investigation brigade in the city where the members of the organization are located, and the entrance and exit of the criminal investigation brigade of Luzhou City not far away.

It's clear.

He wants to control the movements of the criminal investigation brigades in various cities in order to carry out various responses.

As for why you can see this special monitoring.

The reason is simple.

For a powerful hacker, hacking the road surveillance near the criminal investigation brigades of various provinces and cities is really not difficult.

Right at this time.

The priest carrying a heavy grenade gun and still holding a cigar in his mouth.

Walking out of the room inside, he picked up a camouflage cloth expressionlessly and carefully wiped the grenade gun.

K was like eating ice cream, took a bite of high-quality foie gras, looked at the Gusu City Criminal Investigation Brigade that was constantly entering and exiting police cars in the monitoring, and said slowly.

"Pastor."

"Although the poison has solved the fat cat, it is likely that it will be regarded by the group of mad dogs as the second target after the sculptor."

"Compared to sculptors."

"I think there is probably no poison, and the determination to turn myself into the final work before being caught by those mad dogs."

The priest's wiping of the grenade gun stopped for two seconds, and then he wiped it seriously, and the urn sounded the airway.

"Don't worry, K."

"If Poison doesn't have a determination at that time, then I will give him this determination."

Hear this sentence.

K smiled lightly and leaned back on the recliner with ease, meaningful.

"No rush, pastor."

"At that time, I will use poison and fight that mad dog named Su Ming for the next long-awaited big chess..."