Miao Miao is the only underage girl among all the victims, and the murderer killed her in the gentlest way, whether it was a member of the task force responsible for investigating the case at that time, or a follow-up reasoning enthusiast, they all agreed that the murderer must know Miao Miao, she has a very special meaning to the murderer, and even in the murderer's subconscious, his feelings for this girl are very complicated, and there is love, which is why the murderer will do it to such a young girl, there is hatred, if it is just love and no hate, The murderer would not bear to kill her, and this complex psychology of love and hate eventually led to the fact that the murderer raped and killed. In a sense, Miao Miao played the role of the fuse, and the murderer raped the victim out of control from the beginning of her.

Wen Mo has analyzed that the murderer may have been a minor in 98, which means that when the first murder occurred in 88, the murderer was not more than eight years old, and the perpetrator of the first murder was someone else. Psychopathic factors aside, as a criminal psychology expert, Wen Mo always believes that even if he is only an eight-year-old child, he is likely to evolve in the direction of a murderer psychologically, but his physical weakness makes it impossible for him to have a chance to subdue an adult woman and cut her throat to death.

In the 25 years since the first case of serial rape and murder in Y City, no one has ever thought about it because fingerprints that can be used for the same identification have been found at different crime scenes. These cases were not committed by the same person. The evidence is in front of you, and you can't believe it. So even if the task force turns Y City upside down, and all the suspects go through the sieve over and over again, and the case remains unsolved, no one still thinks along this line of thought, even if this conclusion is really a bit weird and contrary to the physical evidence in the hands of the police, it is the only reasonable inference left today.

To quote Mr. Holmes's famous phrase: Eliminate all impossibilities, and even if nothing is possible, that is the truth. Although Wen Mo still can't come up with evidence to refute it. Why it may not be the same murderer. The same fingerprints appeared on the scene, but she believed that there would be a reasonable explanation, and Miao Miao was the breakthrough point.

There is always only a limit to what can be done to help them. If there is any clue here. It must have been seriously investigated by the police back then. Therefore, after Wen Mo focused on reading Li Jiefang's notes and comparing them with the information one by one, the rest had a general understanding in his heart. I didn't bother to analyze the data.

On the contrary, Zeng Xiaoyi was very interested, if Wen Mo hadn't driven him to sleep, I believe he would have been excited to hold these materials tonight and read them all night.

They all need to rest, and it should be hard these days.

Only at night is a rare quiet time in the building. The relocation of most of the residents did not bring tranquility to the building, and 20 meters away, the roaring machines worked almost day and night, only a little quiet at night.

One of the indicators of a city's level of development is the speed at which their buildings on the ground are being replaced. Only when there are high-rise buildings and neat and spacious roads should it be the most basic appearance of a modern city.

So in the process of vigorous city construction, the history of the past is gone, the ancient buildings are gone, as for what happened here in the past, people, always have to live in the present, the past things let it pass, who cares?

Wen Mo was lying quietly on the sofa that was a little awkward, through the thin wall panels, Zeng Xiaoyi's suppressed moaning, and the faint coughing sound of Sister Zhao were extremely clear in this building that could be forcibly demolished at any time. They are holding on to it, not to get a few more demolition costs, they just want to hold on to the meager hope in their hearts, as if they have left here, they can be regarded as indirectly acknowledging the fact that their relatives have passed away and are unwilling to face. They are like nails, rooted in the building, and will not let go until the last day.

But they were all poor people, who silently turned over and pretended not to hear anything.

Even if they are poor and sick, they still have dignity and a bottom line. His innocuous greetings only made him feel better at best, and did not really help the two of them, but directly uncovered the pitiful fig leaf, which did no benefit to anyone. They are all equal people, so why embarrass them to be inferior?

In the midst of thousands of thoughts, Wen Mo fell asleep, only hoping that his trip would not disappoint Zeng Xiaoyi's last glimmer of hope. If possible, she still wants to know more about the son of Sister Zhao's family, now that the communication is so developed, the computers of the police stations of the public security bureaus are all networked, and if you really look for a person's information, you will always find some clues, more than ten years, that kid can't not use his ID card once, right? found her son, Sister Zhao can be relied on for the rest of her life, and she doesn't have to stay in the tube building. If you can help, it's not easy.

After a night of tossing and turning, she didn't sleep well, and when the machine on the construction site next to her couldn't stop roaring, Wen Mo couldn't sleep anymore, she rubbed her stiff and sore neck, opened her eyes wide, lay flat on the sofa, and thought about how she was going to speak for a while.

Zeng Xiaoyi has always felt guilty about her daughter's death, she doesn't know if it will make Zeng Xiaoyi feel more sad after she says these inferences, if the murderer really knew Miao Miao, then it must not be a matter of one or two days, a half-grown son who covets his daughter, Zeng Xiaoyi is not aware at all, this cognition may cross the motivation that he has always supported him to live.

Zeng Xiaoyi's bedroom door suddenly opened, and he crept towards the door, looking as if he was going to make breakfast. Yesterday's mushy porridge and salty pickles that I don't know how long they had been put in the air didn't seem to be swallowed in Wen Mo's throat, Wen Mo couldn't help but shudder, Zeng Xiaoyi's craftsmanship she had learned, and it was hard for him to not poison himself for so many years.

She was aggrieved enough to live on it. Is it possible to continue to wronged yourself on eating? What's the joy of life? Wen Mo hurriedly called Zeng Xiaoyi out, hoping that he would say something about Miao Miao's life, which successfully diverted his attention, and while he recalled the happy time with his daughter, Wen Mo rushed downstairs cleanly and bought two breakfasts back.

Thanks to the construction team outside, they managed to attract some small vendors, otherwise they would have almost become a forgotten island.

When I went upstairs with breakfast. Wen Mo noticed. Not far in front of her, a fashionably dressed woman was also walking up. She was dressed in a bright and glamorous outfit, which seemed so discordant with the dilapidated tube building. Wen Mo looked at her a few times, maybe the movement of going upstairs alarmed the other party, and the woman turned around. Seeing Wen Mo, he frowned slightly. Suddenly, he lowered his face and asked unfriendly, "Who are you?" Why are you tracking me? "That's the frame. It seems that Wen Mo is not well-intentioned.

Rolled his eyes greatly, Wen Mo slandered, did you accidentally step on the **** when you came to Y City this time. Otherwise, why are nine out of ten people met abnormal. She couldn't help but ask the eldest sister if you had delusions of being killed, and tried to squeeze out a smile that she thought was quite kind, and lifted the breakfast in her hand upwards: "You misunderstood, I live here." As she continued to carry her breakfast, she wisely held her breath as she passed the old woman with heavy makeup, and did not let her faint from the cheap scent of pollen.

Zeng Xiaoyi has been standing by the door waiting for Wen Mo to come back, quite a bit of a longing meaning, finally saw people, without saying a word, dragged directly into the house, in the process of waiting for Wen Mo to wash, breakfast has been set on the table, as soon as the two of them started eating, he talked endlessly about his daughter's past.

When Zeng Xiaoyi Lawenmo entered the house, the old woman who was smeared with heavy makeup looked at it, and the latter pursed her lips and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm very unvividly: "Phew! What's it, this kind of goods also want it, it's not the amount of money given by the demolition, it's really cheap. Ouch, he's been sick for so many years, and I don't know if it's okay. With that, her feet unconsciously stood at the door of the house, and she put her ears to the door exaggeratedly, wanting to hear something she had been waiting for.

The sound insulation of the house was very poor, and Zeng Xiaoyi's daughter was clearly transmitted to the ears of outsiders, and of course the old woman was not interested in listening to gossip about when a little girl was born and how old she went to school, so she felt very boring, so she twisted her fat ass and walked away.

"Ouch, what the hell is this place, it's dirty! Where is it still where people live? The pigsty is cleaner than this! The woman complained as she walked towards Sister Zhao's house and raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Sister Zhao opened the door with a smile, there were only two houses in the building, Zeng Xiaoyi, and only Zeng Xiaoyi should be able to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, it was an uninvited guest. The woman outside the door is named Zhang Xiaomei, and she used to be an old resident in the building, but she took the demolition compensation and left early happily. I heard that she lived with her daughter who had married.

She used to show off in the tube building every day, how and how well her daughter married, how rich her uncle was, and now the tube building was demolished, she finally got the money and followed her daughter to live a good life as she wished.

Who is Zhang Xiaomei, Zhao Xia has been a neighbor with him for 20 years, so how can it be unclear. That is a master who can't afford to be profitable early, hates people and laughs at people, looks down on this and that all day long, and the snobbery of the eight women whose nature is deep in the bone marrow. In the past, Zhao Xia had a bad relationship with her, she always looked down on Zhao Xia as a widow, but she had a good reputation in the building, and her own reputation had long been stinking on the street, in order to show her superiority, she always poked Zhao Xia's lung tube intentionally or unintentionally, and said that she was a widow, and her son ran away and didn't come back. In the end, the two of them hardly interacted, even if they met in the corridor, they would turn their heads and pretend not to know each other, and they didn't even say hello. How could such a person ascend her Three Treasures Hall without incident?

Zhang Xiaomei's face was very thick, and when she saw Zhao Xia open the door, she twisted her fat body and squeezed in, and took out a handkerchief to block her mouth and nose, as if Zhao Xia's house had something dirty, and she looked disgusted.

"Ouch! Is there still a kennel in it? I said, old sister, if you persist like this, how much more money can you get? This is a man, you can't be too greedy, you can accept it when you see it. You said that you don't have a son now, what's the use of asking for so much money, and how much can you spend if you don't bring it with you in life and don't bring it with you in death? I'm here today on behalf of the developer. The developer has been persuaded by his sister to add another 50,000 to you. Listen to it, what about 50,000, your total net worth now doesn't add up to that much, right? Sister Zhao, sister, I will never harm you, I also brought the contract today, in black and white, you sign it and press a handprint, this house money, plus the extra 50,000 yuan, will be made clear to you immediately, isn't it okay? ”

When Zhao Xia heard someone mention her son, her face was a little unsightly, but she had always been well-cultivated, so she didn't immediately pick up the big stick and drive Zhang Xiaomei out.

Zhang Xiaomei thought that she had condescended to come, and she had said all the good things, but Zhao Xia didn't get in the oil and salt, thinking of the 20,000 benefits that the developer promised her, if Zhao Xia didn't enter her benefits, wouldn't she have to grow wings and fly, so how could she do it? She had to earn this money. Today, no matter what, I have to force Zhao Xia to sign this handprint.

She has been neighbors with Zhao Xia for many years, and she understands Zhao Xia's weakness very well, so she makes persistent efforts: "Old sister, sister is good for you, you see that you are not young now, you are sick, there is no source of income, your son can't be counted on, you have to find a way to keep more money to live by, right?" No matter how you look at this contract, you get the most benefits, I knew that my sister was so smart, and she could get an extra 50,000 yuan if she insisted on it for two months, and I wouldn't move what I said at the beginning. Or sister, you are smart, you know that you will have nothing to rely on in the future, and you have to earn enough money to go" Zhang Xiaomei was still taking care of herself, and she couldn't stop talking about it, and her back was beaten with a solid stick, which hurt her so much that she screamed, and when she turned her head, she saw Zhao Xia taking turns to burn the stick and was about to hit it a second time, so she fled in a panic.

Running downstairs in one breath, seeing that Zhao Xia didn't chase after her, Zhang Xiaomei scolded a few times for not knowing what to do, and then reluctantly returned home, thinking about it in the future.

Zhao Xia threw down the burning stick, sat on the ground dazed, and her eyes fell on the stove at the door (to be continued. )