Fang Qing thought for a while and replied, "It's like, it's not like it." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Partner: "What do you say?" ”

"If it's a psychopath, random killing, but the scene is too clean. Obviously premeditated, like a normal person. But his madness for corpses is indeed quite perverted. ”

Neither of them spoke again, after all, they had no experience in this kind of homicide.

Seeing that the night was getting deeper and deeper, and the criminal policemen were not iron-clad, Fang Qing gave everyone half a night's vacation and went back to sleep. But he slowly slipped out of the police station.

The moonlight is good. When his heart is not at peace, Fang Qing likes to walk around the ancient city. And now that the case can't be found, he has always pursued a criterion of the old criminal policemen: when the investigation encounters a bottleneck, he will run to the scene more, and maybe there will be new gains.

After walking for a while, I passed by the Yaojia Inn. At this time, it was just after 11 o'clock, the door of the inn was open, and there was no one at a glance. Fang Qing's heart moved, and he walked in.

Speaking of Yaojia Inn, the entire ancient city is known to everyone. The Yao family is a local family, and the current Yao family is called Yao Yuange, and there are several inns, restaurants, and factories under their names. can be regarded as a local tyrant. This part of the Yao family's compound is said to be an old mansion left in the Ming and Qing dynasties. And the Yao family, I heard that they also live in an old house nearby.

There are four stone beasts in the four corners of the courtyard, which look strange and scary. The yard is big and there is a garden at the back with a fish pond and a lot of trees. Fang Qing walked into the garden and saw a middle-aged man standing by the pool, feeding the fish.

Fang Qing immediately recognized that he was the boss of the Yao family, Yao Yuange. He wears a Chinese dark gray shirt and trousers, and is of medium height. Fang Qing has read the information, he is 48 years old, but the real person is well maintained, he is only in his early 40s, he looks good, and he looks very elegant and free-spirited.

Fang Qing knew him, but he didn't necessarily know Fang Qing. Seeing someone coming, Yao Yuange smiled and said, "Haven't slept yet?" ”

Eighty percent regarded him as a guest.

Fang Qing also smiled, and asked instead of answering: "Yes, I can't sleep." Are you also staying in the guest house? ”

Yao Yuange smiled: "I'm the boss here." ”

Fang Qing showed a surprised expression: "Disrespectful, disrespectful!" The inn is really nice and well run by the owner. After speaking, he praised the inn again, what decoration has style, and the grass and trees have charm and so on. Hearing this, Yao Yuange kept smiling slightly.

"But......" Fang Qing frowned, "I heard that a guest on the first floor in front of him was killed a few days ago. The inn's business should be affected, right? To be honest, I was scared when I heard it. ”

Yao Yuange frowned and replied, "Where did you think that such a thing would happen?" The ancient city has never been. Don't be afraid, the murder happened on the street outside, not in our inn, but the guests happened to stay here. After that incident, I had all the staff strengthen the security and be on duty 24 hours a day, which is the safest place to live in our place. The young man...... Speaking of which, when he came back the other night, I met him while walking outside and had a few conversations. Pretty good lad, it's a pity. ”

Fang Qing was silent for a while and asked, "Boss, you often go to bed so late?" ”

Yao Yuange replied: "When people get older, they feel less. I often feed the fish in the evenings or take a walk along the inn. Get used to it. ”

After leaving the Yao Inn, Fang Qing took out his notebook and wrote down all the content of the conversation just now. This is also the way of working handed down from the old criminal police: a good memory is better than a bad pen. Some of the confessions and interviews felt that there was nothing unusual at the time, but as soon as they were contacted by other clues afterwards, maybe something new would be discovered.

However, this Yao Yuange does not seem suspicious at present, and there is no obvious motive for killing.

After that, Fang Qing went to the scene of the crime again. There, he received a phone call from a scout.

"The team, the investigators extracted half a clear palm print on the wall about 4 meters away from the corpse."

Fang Qing was overjoyed. But immediately the investigator was heard say: "The comparison results came out quickly, because the palm prints belong to the victim." ”

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qing stared at the empty corpse point under the dim street lamp. Raise your head again and look at the wall where the investigator said he had found the palm prints. Judging from the location, the victim came back from that direction, passed through that wall, and was killed. There is an eaves above the wall that keeps out the rain, and it is no wonder that it has been preserved. However, this palm print belongs to the victim and has little reference value.

Fang Qing raised his head and looked around. It's not far from the street, but it's not close. But the murderer certainly couldn't have run out into the street that day. That is to say, the man must have gone into hiding in these nearby houses and inns. If it's a private house, you have to be careful not to let the neighbors see it. If it's an inn, is there a high probability of guests? Not too. Who can stab back to the inn with a bloody stab? On the contrary, it is more likely that the staff will be more likely.

Thinking so distractedly, he walked along the scene of the crime and continued to walk forward. When he encountered the first intersection, he found that the lights on the left side of the road were brighter, but there were no lights on the right side, and it was much darker. His heart moved, and he continued to walk to the right.

After walking for about a few tens of meters, there was a fork in the road. It's already past 12 o'clock, and there is a small restaurant on the right side of the road with its door open, basins of water are pouring out, and the guy is sitting at the door washing dishes. As far as Fang Qing knows, the nearby households and criminal police have all visited, but no witnesses have been found. So Fang Qing turned to the left where there was no one.

After walking like this for about a minute or two, Fang Qing suddenly stopped.

In front of it, there is an abandoned elementary school. The one-man high iron gate was locked, and inside was a small courtyard, dark and dark. If visitors pass by, they probably won't care. As locals know, the school was abandoned for several years. Because the demolition procedures were not completed, it has not been moved.

Fang Qing looked left and right, it was not far from the main road, but it was pitch black, and there were big trees to cover it, no one would notice this dead end. Fang Qing's heart suddenly beat fast, he took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, climbed over the wall, and jumped in lightly.

An old tree was planted in the yard, a low building, piled up with debris everywhere, and only the dim moonlight shone in a misty light. Fang Qing raised his head first, only to see that through the courtyard, there was a passage, which was the back door of this small school. He crept closer, and when he looked at the crack in the door, he was a little surprised.

It turned out that the door was not really locked, but just hidden. Outside the door was a secluded alley, and there was no one. Passing over a few houses, I saw a familiar roof—the Yao family's compound. Fang Qing's heart moved. It seems to be coming back again, not far away.

On the doorknob, there is a darker color. Fang Qing took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and when he looked closely, it looked like bloodstains.

He took his flashlight, turned and walked back into the house.

With a "squeak", he gently pushed the door open. Mottled walls, dusty floors, tables and chairs stacked in the corners. Fang Qing turned on the flashlight again and carefully checked inch by inch. The dark brown mark in the corner of the wall, and a small circle dripping from the ground, looked very similar to blood stains, and it was difficult not to pay attention to it.

Fang Qing held a flashlight in his mouth and squatted on the ground, feeling a little beautiful in his heart.

No, I found it.

The man's blood had nowhere to go. I'm afraid that I have already found this place, changed my clothes, and escaped. That's why the investigators couldn't find this "bloody man" in the road surveillance. These traces at the scene, if he doesn't extract a fingerprint footprint, he can't help but smell the clues all the way to find them!

was staring down, in the very quiet eardrum, but suddenly heard a sound. It's like someone stepping on fallen leaves in the yard and making a sound. Fang Qing's heart froze, and a series of speculations jumped into his mind like a chess game—the man was cautious and well-planned; The incident happened in a hurry that day, and when he killed him, he was agitated and anxious to flee, so he changed his clothes here and ran. But in hindsight, you may think that there are still traces of blood here. It is likely to turn back again and clean up......

Fang Qing suddenly turned off the flashlight, and the room fell into darkness. He pressed against the door, waiting for the man to approach.

The air silently passes through the skin, bringing a little coolness. Fang Qing stared at the door and waited for a while, and sure enough, he saw that the door was slowly pushed open. A tall, thin man walked in. Black suit, short hair. Under the moonlight, I saw that the face was handsome. The man had no expression on his face, and quickly searched around the room before walking towards the bloodstain on the ground.

He crouched down.

Fang Qing was less than half a meter away from him.

said that it was too late, Fang Qing clasped his shoulder: "Don't move!" The man was taken aback, and his backhand was about to break free. Fang Qing didn't expect that he actually had two more hits, and the man was very tall, so he broke free.

But it's only two hits.

Fang Qing took advantage of the situation and dragged his arm, and a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall directly put him to the ground. The man snorted, but spoke: "Such a standard action...... The police? ”

Fang Qing sneered: "Who are you?" What are you doing here in the middle of the night? ”

"I ......," the man actually laughed, "it seems that your brain is turning a little slowly, and from the time I entered the door to the present, I can't deduce that I am here to do the same thing as you." ”

This big string of words made Fang Qing a little dizzy. He only vaguely felt that this man was a little weird, and he didn't say much nonsense, so he took out the handcuffs, handcuffed the other party with a "click", and pushed him out: "Go back to the police station first." ”

Fang Qing turned on the flashlight, but saw the man staring at the handcuffs, his face was incredible, and he was still very focused. Fang Qing's heart moved: he and his partner speculated that the criminal might be a psychopath. It looks like it's really a bit like that. He secretly cheered up two hundred percent, wary of the suspect's sudden madness.

Fang Qing called a few scouts and drove over to pick them up, while blocking the scene. Fortunately, along the way, the men were quiet and did not behave in any unusual manner. Fang Qing drove the car, occasionally glanced back, and actually found that his fingers were still on his thighs little by little, looking very leisurely.

As a result, the strange feeling in Fang Qing's heart became even stronger.

It was two o'clock in the night when I got back to the bureau. A few criminal policemen who were still on duty were all boiling when they heard that the leader had arrested a suspect and came back. Fang Qing did not act rashly, nor did he publicize it. He brought the man into the interrogation room, called only his partner, and closed the door for interrogation.

An incandescent light turned on, illuminating the stern and cold interrogation room.

Fang Qing and his partner glanced at each other, and his partner sat down with a light cough and brought a cup of hot tea to the man.

The man had probably been handcuffed for a long time, and his face was not very good-looking, so he took a sip of tea and said, "Aged tea leaves, a little musty, are difficult to drink." Your police station has not done a good job in building civilization at the grassroots level. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Fang Qing roared in a low voice, "Name? ”

The man's fingers tapped on the teacup: "Bo Jin Yan." ”

"Age?"

“28。”

"Origin?"

"Tong City."

"Occupation?"

"Distinguished expert of the Criminal Psychology Research Office of the Ministry of Public Security, and visiting professor of the Public Security University."