Li Mou, male, 30 years old. At the age of nineteen, he was admitted to a prestigious university and studied in the Department of Psychology. Three years later, when he was 22 years old, he obtained a master's degree in psychology with an exception, and at the age of 25, he was sent abroad to study for a doctorate because he was appreciated by the university. When everyone thought that Li Mu would continue his studies, he suddenly gave up his studies, which was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the tutor who had always been optimistic about him.

The more I think about it, the more headache Qiu Yan has. Judging from the data, Li Mu seems to be very individual and assertive, but in other words, it can also be said that he is eccentric.

Judging from the cognitive perspective of ordinary people, Li Mu is very stupid, stupid will give up everything at the peak of his career and studies that everyone envies, and then run to a little-known city to shrink up, willing to live a poor life that should not be suitable for him at all, which is something that will make people feel incredible even in the logical thinking of ordinary people, but Li Mu did it.

A person who can finish college in three years, and directly obtain a master's degree and be admitted to a doctorate, even if he is not a genius, then at least he should be a smart person, but the data shows that his IQ is as high as 158. What made him give up his studies and come here to open a psychological clinic? What has he experienced over the years? A highly intelligent person must have his purpose in doing everything, so what is his purpose? Is there something that makes him have to stay here?

"Huh, weird. Xiao Li groaned.

"What did you find?" Qiu Yan immediately leaned his ear over.

"This says that Li Mou is thirty years old Chinese New Year's Eve, right?" Xiao Li flipped through the information randomly, hesitated, and continued. "But looking at his daily life, how do you feel like an uncle..."

Before she could finish speaking, Qiu Yan stood up from the chair with a shocked face. "Yes, that's right! No wonder I always think his life is strange, I see!"

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Hu Tiansheng, 29 years old, divorced and has a daughter, is now missing. She is not a local household registration in Xiangye City, she moved here from other places two years ago, and met Li Mu by chance in the same year, and soon the two began to date, and below the information, there is a line of small characters, which is the annotation of the little scout Jiang Yue. 'Shameless. ’

"Damn, this pervert. Qiu Yan smiled bitterly and took out a photo of Hu Tiansheng from the information, looked at it for a while, and said. "Sure enough, it's a beauty, much clearer than the somewhat blurry photo that night, but it's a pity. ”

There are also photos of Hu Tiansheng's death scene in the information, blood sprayed everywhere, and the autopsy report said that there were no external injuries to other parts of her body, and the only wound was in the neck.

Judging from the photo, the incision on the neck is very flat, and it is easy for a knife expert like Qiu Yan to judge that it was caused by a very sharp knife, and the knife is not too big and can be carried around.

This judgment is based on the marks of at least five cuts on the wound, and it is estimated that the murderer launched an attack behind Hu Tiansheng's back. The first knife cut off the major artery in her neck, and when her blood was almost drained, he leisurely cut off Hu Tiansheng's entire head.

In response to this situation, Qiu Yan also discussed it with Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue believes that there are two possibilities. First, according to the clues provided by Qiu Yan, someone took the unique marker of Heyue Island and asked him to do something, and it happened that the other party was an Oriental, and he looked for someone else after being rejected, after all, the identity of the Oriental cannot be exposed. The second is, Li Mou. Because Hu Tiansheng's door did not have any traces of damage, it means that Hu Tiansheng knew the murderer.

Although Qiu Yan didn't say anything, he also had his own thoughts.

At least he would never open the door to a person who had an enmity with him in the middle of the night, and he was defenseless and stood behind him.

But thinking about it this way, Li Mu's suspicion of committing the crime is even greater, but for some reason, Qiu Yan's intuition is that he disagrees with Li Mou's view that he is the murderer.

At night, it was pouring cold winter rain, Qiu Yan took out a hat from the collar of his coat, put it on, and snorted his cold palm with his mouth.

Finally arrived at Hu Tiansheng's home, it is really remote, almost out of the suburbs, there are almost no residents nearby, but there is still an advantage, that is, the rent is cheap.

Hu Tiansheng rented a villa with a European-style layout, which was not big, but it felt a little indescribably gloomy, especially when there were no lights nearby, and the light rain kept hitting the eaves, making a burst of clattering, regular irritating sounds.

I don't know when it started.,The atmosphere around me is a little weird.,I don't know if it's a psychological effect.。 Qiu Yan stared at this villa for a long time, and suddenly a lightning bolt slid through the sky, as if printing the day, took a deep breath, dripping with rain, slowly crossed the yellow blockade line, opened the door with three beautiful sets, and walked in.

This house is a simple two-bedroom and one-hall layout, as soon as you enter the door, there is a very incongruous feeling, what a strange woman, generally speaking, the first room in the door, the owner will design it as a living room, but Hu Tiansheng just arranged it as his bedroom, and then go inside is the living room, study and kitchen.

Hu Tiansheng was killed in his dormitory, the room was very clean, and it seems that someone must have come to clean the house after the police station's blockade of the house was lifted.

Qiu Yan blatantly turned on all the lights, wandered around the room, and finally almost put his face to the floor, not letting go of the slightest, but he didn't gain anything at all, and his mood suddenly became depressed. "Is there any mistake! Why here, it's clean and doesn't even have a hair!"

After a while, Qiu Yan, who had no gain, grunted dissatisfiedly and turned off the lights and left, and when he closed the door casually, he glanced at the bedroom for the last time, and suddenly a spiritual light came into his mind like lightning.

Qiu Yan kicked open the door that was about to close automatically with an excited kick and walked in again.