Surrounded by sickness, I just want to live in daily life

The girl took a peek at Shen Yi, her pale little hand was hanging in the air, making Shen Yi almost vomit blood with anger.

"Shen Yi...Did I...do something wrong."

Jin Xiaotao shrank her neck and looked nervous. For some reason, she raised her hand just now when she heard the story about letting the last person participate.

However, he seemed to be causing trouble to Shen Yi again.

"No...no."

Fearing that Jin Xiaotao, who had just recovered, would commit suicide again, Shen Yi could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Chapter 81 Cold Storage

Shen Yi was being tormented by the three of them, it was as if the Literature Department was opened just for him.

His conjecture was actually correct, but he dared not admit it.

Of course, in order for Shen Yi not to lose too badly in the following activities, Zou Guqing, the director of literature, also began to take the initiative to make up lessons for Shen Yi.

As a student who can be recommended to an Ivy League school, Zou Guqing's education level is much higher than that of Shen Yi, a half-baked boy.

On weekdays, Shen Yi will basically choose to skip over the things that he doesn't understand in class and where he has doubts, and he doesn't bother to care about them.

But now, under Zou Guqing's soft-spoken narration, those knowledge points seem to be less annoying.

Of course, the content of the tutoring is still Shen Yi's worst composition.

Writing an essay is an extremely painful thing, and just a thousand words is enough to break people down.

Shen Yi scratched his head, really couldn't figure out how those internet writers could write 100 million in one book, and they would lose all their hair.

If he had a choice, he would definitely not be a web writer, and he would be more comfortable being his own detective.

That's what I said, but if Zou Guqing can make up lessons for herself, Shen Yi will naturally work hard to learn.

After all, a year later, a big hurdle lay in front of her. Because Zou Guqing stayed, she had to go to the capital to accompany her.

"Can we get here first today..."

Shen Yi raised his head resentfully, looking at Zou Guqing with a serious face, he really wanted to cry but had no tears.

"No, if you can't finish writing this thousand words today, you don't even want to leave."

"Also, I have to check. You have to do this every day in the future, so that your composition can improve."

Shen Yi almost passed out, but his strong mental power still allowed him to stay in this cruel world and continue to be tortured.

On the other side, Ren Xueqing followed Zhang Huaijun to a freezer, which had been sealed off by the police, and outsiders could not enter.

The freezer is not big, it is a small transfer station in a community, it is next to the out-of-city road from the second ring road to the third ring road.

"Team Zhang, this is where the corpses are dismembered."

Ren Xueqing confirmed the contents of the report, and said to Zhang Huaijun who was surveying the scene.

Zhang Huaijun nodded, but he could actually tell from the tragic situation at the scene that the ground was covered with blood, and the walls and ceiling were also stained with a lot of unusual things.

"The forensic doctor has searched here and can confirm that the bloodstains belong to the dead professor."

"In addition, we also found a footprint at the entrance of the freezer."

"Size 43, the suspect should be between 180-185 in height."

Ren Xueqing took out a photo and handed it to Zhang Huaijun, but Zhang Huaijun didn't take it, but frowned while watching the scene.

He put on his shoe covers and got close to the white line on the ground. He had already outlined the shape of a corpse, curled up, as if suffering from extreme cold.

"Moreover, the victim's broken fingerprints were extracted from the surrounding walls..."

"Maybe there was a fight with a criminal."

Ren Xueqing said her conjecture, there is actually no problem in thinking this way, under normal circumstances, the fingerprints would not be so scattered.

Only fierce fighting and pushing each other could leave fingerprints on the wall.

However, there is nothing on the wall except the victim's fingerprints, and it is as if the criminal left nothing behind.

"It's not a fight."

After Zhang Huaijun said such a sentence, his eyes kept falling on the temperature gauge in the freezer, thoughtful.

"Is the temperature control system of the freezer broken?"

He said such a sentence for no reason, Ren Xueqing was taken aback, and then remembered that the person in charge of the freezer seemed to have really said that.

This is an extremely old facility, built in 03, and it can basically be stopped by now.

The monitoring has long been broken, and the only working temperature control system also died a few months ago.

The temperature of the freezer is maintained at around ten degrees at most, and it is impossible to get close to zero or more strictly below zero.

And it was such a freezer that actually froze people to death.

"Yes, there is a problem with the refrigeration here."

"That's right."

Zhang Huaijun walked to the thermometer and asked Ren Xueqing to come over and take a look.

The temperature displayed on the thermometer is [-] degrees, people will only feel cold inside, and it will not freeze to death.

"Look at the traces on the ceiling and the wall. Those things that are not blood stains should be left by water stains."

"Water stain?"

Ren Xueqing shook her head in doubt, while Zhang Huaijun touched his chin and expressed his thoughts.

"A temperature of ten degrees will not kill a person, but if the person is already soaked and the water absorbs part of the body heat, he will quickly enter a state of hypothermia here."

"This hypothermia refers to the core temperature, which is your head."

"People who suffer from hypothermia will have severe chills, cold limbs, pale face in a short period of time, until they lose consciousness."

"This symptom can also lead to different complications, and the loss of conscious control of the muscles is one of them."

When Zhang Huaijun said this, he already understood it very well. He went to look at the footprint at the entrance. As the only clue left by the suspect, it was naturally very important.

Ren Xueqing nodded, understanding what Zhang Huaijun meant.

Those strange marks on the wall are indeed water stains, and they are not far from the fingerprints, so they should appear at the same time as the fingerprints.

The professor died of hypothermia, and the death of hypothermia was slower than other methods. He must have been full of fear and unwillingness before his death.

He definitely looked for the exit everywhere, but the freezer couldn't escape in the first place, coupled with muscle spasms, left so many fingerprints on the wall.

"If he could have struggled this long while alive, maybe he would know who brought him here."

"Perhaps, there can be clues left by the victim at the scene."

There is really no problem in thinking this way. The victim is a professor, and he is also a professor who is engaged in the research of ancient civilizations.

Such a high-ranking talent may also leave some things behind.

"Team Zhang, we found something in the ventilation duct, come and take a look."

A police officer who was surveying the scene ran up to the two of them and pointed to the ventilation duct above their heads.

After a while, those things were cleaned out. They were strips of cloth torn from clothes, a total of eleven strips.

On the long strips, some letters with unknown meanings were written scattered in blood.

"This must be the mark left by the deceased, but since the mark can be left, why not just write who it is?"

Ren Xueqing was a little happy to see that things proved her guess step by step.

However, it was found that the letters on the cloth strips could not even be combined to form words, and it was too far-fetched to say that the clues were too far-fetched.

"We were able to find out, and when the offenders came back to clean up the scene, they might as well."

"In order for the criminals not to find out what information he left, and to leave the information to us, he can only do this."

This is an encryption method that can only be unraveled by a special method.

But now, Zhang Huaijun has no clue.

Zhang Huaijun felt that he had grasped the key to the matter, and immediately asked someone to take the things back to the evidence department, while he remained at the scene.

One thing he didn't understand was how there was only one entry footprint at the scene.

If the criminal goes out, it is impossible not to leave footprints, and if he cleans up, it is impossible to leave one uncleaned.

Combining the previous profiles of Shen Yi and psychological experts, the criminal is likely to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and will not make such low-level mistakes.

So, why?

Chapter 82 Zhao Shuang's Little Action

After the police surveyed the scene, except for the bloody cloth strips found earlier, there were basically no other evidence.

Zhang Huaijun took the team back to the police station, Ren Xueqing was collecting available surveillance nearby, and the understanding of the case was constantly advancing.

The previous clown incident has come to an end, and the details of the case have also been disclosed to the media.

However, the most accurate information must still be held in the police mobile phone, according to the police information.

The clown is the son of the owner of an amusement park that closed down four years ago and suffers from a congenital mental illness.

He spent four years in a psychiatric hospital without committing any crime, and this year someone seemed to guarantee his release.

The guarantor, the hospital staff said, looked like a great boss.

He spent a lot of money and paid a large guarantee fee. The patient has been in a mental hospital for four years and meets the criteria for discharge.

The person in charge was discharged from the hospital very quickly, but he also accepted the red envelope from the guarantor, and there was no relevant information left in the hospital's official files.

Fortunately, the psychiatric hospital has monitoring, and the police force followed the clues to find this person.

It's just that when I found him, he was squatting in the Tongzilou house eating instant noodles, and he didn't look like a big boss.

According to his narration, this time he was also doing things for others, and his employer gave him a large sum of money to let him release this mental illness.

As for the true identity of the employer, apart from some information such as the transaction location, there is nothing else to say.

The clue here is broken again.