As the leader of the literary world, Wang Shizhen is by no means a vain name, not only the poems and songs are all kinds of jīngtong, but also the opera and xiǎo are also quite accomplished, the strange book of Jin Zhumei is the handwriting of his old man, of course, as a court official, this kind of book with a poor health of thought is inconvenient to sign directly, so he takes Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng as a pen name.

At this time, Jin Zhumei had not finished moistening, and Wang Shizhen had been so anxious about the serial murder case that she had no time to review this idle book, so she threw it in the corner of the study casually, and happened to be discovered by Qin Lin.

Wang Shizhen was exposed to the old background of writing the yín book, and her old face couldn't help but redden, and she secretly thought in her heart that although someone Qin was capable, he was still young, and the serious case was not solved, and he still cared about this golden bottle.

Qin Lin's expression was extremely strange, and he couldn't help but say that he snatched the book into his hand, which surprised everyone.

Wang Shizhen's father and son glanced at each other, Wang Shiqi smiled and arched his hand: "This book has not yet been published, if Brother Qin wants to read it, Brother Xiǎo ordered someone to copy a copy and send it to the house, we still seem to have to focus on the case now......"

Unexpectedly, Qin Lin turned a deaf ear and turned the manuscript loudly, as if he was looking for something.

The father and son of the Wang family couldn't cry or laugh when they saw this, they really didn't expect Qin Lin to be so interested in Jin Zhumei, if Wang Shizhen would treat him as a confidant on weekdays, now, he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, hey!" Xu Xinyi pouted and pulled Qin Lin very unhappily.

At this moment, Qin Lin had already turned to the page he had seen just now, and his eyes were green, staring directly at the manuscript.

Xu Xinyi was quite curious, and looked next to Qin Lin, but saw that the page was not a text but an embroidered chā picture, and the nv painted on it was young and beautiful, with a bewitching demeanor, and only wearing a piece of xiǎoxiǎo belly pocket all over his body, in addition to jīng bare shirtless, lying on the gum, his mouth slightly open and panting, his eyebrows and eyes were full of meaning, his legs were spread, one hand caressed his chest, and the other hand held a pointed and long wonderful object, and gathered in the secret place between his legs.

With a scream, Sister Xu Daxiǎo's face was red, she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, stomped her feet and said, "Qin Lin, you hate it to death!" ”

The father and son of the Wang family were also extremely embarrassed, they really didn't expect Qin Lin to be so lazy.

But no one expected that Qin Lin was not ashamed at all, but spread out the manuscript in a grand manner, and then pointed to the things used by the NV on the screen, his expression was extremely excited, and he asked Wang Shizhen: "This, this is ......?"

"Mr. Jiao," Wang Shizhen was inexplicable, secretly saying that Qin Lin was young and knowledgeable, and he didn't even know about this thing.

Phew-Qin Lin let out a long breath, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, and he said to himself, "I see...... No wonder I always felt that something was missing in the case two days ago, it was this thing! ”

The father and son of the Wang family and Xu Xinyi were overjoyed, but they were extremely puzzled: they already had an eyebrow on the case, but how did Qin Lin learn the truth from a chā picture of Jin Zhumei?

Mr. Horn, commonly known as the male type, ***, is actually the Yín tool used by NV, and he is happy on the occasion of ***, because its shape is similar to the horn of a beast at first, and it is carved with materials such as horns, so it is called Mr. Horn.

Qin Lin asked about this thing, but what does Mr. Horn have to do with the serial Jiān murders?

With everything already in his heart, Qin Lin pointed his finger at Mr. Jiao held by the NV on the embroidered statue, and asked unhurriedly: "Brother Wang, you are the fourth prince of Jinling along with Liu Huanzhi and others, do you know if this person is carrying a rhino horn?" ”

Hiss-Wang Shiqi's face suddenly turned pale, and his scalp suddenly exploded, because Qin Lin's question made him think of a very terrible answer.

"Yes, yes, he has a rhino horn with a pattern through the sky, which is very precious, and he always carries it with him, and refuses to show it to others," Wang Shiqi recalled the situation with Liu Jiāo in recent years, and said carefully: "Over the years, Brother Xiǎo I have only seen him play with it a few times, and asked him to borrow it to see, but he didn't agree once, and always quickly took it back into his arms...... Uh, how did Brother Qin know? ”

This brute! Qin Lin gritted his teeth and scolded, "I saw it at the scene of the crash, and that thing had been broken into several pieces at that time. ”

In fact, the doubts that plagued Qin Lin for several days were because he saw the broken rhino horn at the scene of Liu Huanzhi's crash.

The gorgeous and precious rhino horn can be the plaything of the literati and scholars, or it can be made into the yín tool of the noblewoman's secret play, Qin Lin has vaguely heard of Mr. Jiao from somewhere, and subconsciously feels that Liu Huanzhi is not quite right with this thing.

However, Mr. Jiao is a thing that at least middle- and upper-class women can afford to play, even if the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty don't know a lot, Qin Lin has been in this era for less than a year, of course, it is impossible to think of that aspect at once. ,

Qin Lin's hasty glance when he checked Liu Huanzhi's car crash can attract the attention of the subconscious, which is an extremely terrifying and keen detective intuition.

In the third case, there were rough branches under the corpse, and there was no ròu freezing like the previous two times, and the two major doubts were repeatedly haunting in Qin Lin's heart, coupled with the previous various analyses, all kinds of clues and fragments of thought rushed left and right in Qin Lin's mind, hitting the dam of consciousness like cháo water.

It wasn't until I saw the embroidered image of the golden bottle plum on Wang Shizhen's desk, and the scene where Pan Jinlian was comforting herself with Mr. Jiao, that a crack appeared in the dam of consciousness, and the cháo water of thought gushed out, and Qin Lin's eyes suddenly opened up.

In the previous analysis, the murderer used ròu jelly instead of J liquid out of a special empathy in psychology, and he used this similar thing instead of the real J liquid, so that he reveled in the self-deception of "possession" of nvxìng, so why can't he have the same empathetic mentality in the xìng itself? If the choice was left to the criminals, what could be better than Mr. Horn, who is stout and hard, and who is inherently associated with nvxìng privacy?

The difference between the third case and the previous two cases has been easily solved: under the premise of inhumanity, Liu Huanzhi used the rhino horn as a substitute for his male xìng symbol due to his distorted empathy mentality, and in the first two crimes, he used the rhino horn to *** the victim and applied ròu jelly simulation J liquid to satisfy his perverted pleasure.

Because of the accident in the carriage, the rhino horn of the heavenly pattern was broken, Liu Huanzhi's psychology was greatly stimulated, and the substitute for the male body in his subconscious was destroyed, and there is no doubt that this blow was almost as painful for him as the first time he found that he could not be humane.

It has long been inhumane, and the replacement that he has found and helped him psychologically successfully "possess" two (maybe not only, not excluding his own maid ring, etc., but he has not been killed by him) The rhino horn of the nvxìng has been destroyed again, and Liu Huan is very depressed, and subconsciously has despaired of restoring the ability of male xìng.

Therefore, his mentality when he committed the crime for the third time changed from possession to destruction, and the scars under the corpse that Qin Lin saw were the remnants of this tyrannical mentality.

At the same time, he lost the tools of the crime and switched to a stick that was broken casually, and subconsciously no longer thought that he could successfully "possess" the nvxìng, so he had to vent his anger by sabotage.

At this point, it would be completely meaningless to use ròu jelly - even the rhino horn, which symbolizes the male xìng utensils, has been damaged, and wouldn't it be ridiculous to leave the ròu jelly, which represents j liquid? The more paranoid serial murderers are, the more they pay attention to this kind of "logic" that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and Liu Huanzhi is naturally no exception.

Qin Lin told these inferences, although there was no evidence of substance, but before Liu Huanzhi was a participant in the Yanziji Poetry Society, and all the conditions met the pre-demarcated suspect circle, and now a logical chain has been formed between the elements of rhino horn - Mr. Horn - rhino horn damage - change in the modus operandi of the third case, it can be said that the suspicion has been firmly locked on Liu Huanzhi!

"That's not right," Lu Yuanzhi rubbed his chin and blinked his eyes: "Sister Yin Xiǎo, who was the victim of the second case, didn't she say that she had accused Liu Huanzhi's poems of being empty and empty in the poetry club?" ”

Xu Xinyi was the first to jump up: "Fat stupid!" Do you want NV children to say who they like? We didn't think about it at the time, but now that we think about it, it's obvious that Sister Yin Xiǎo wants to attract Liu Jizhi's attention! ”

Qin Lin nodded: "Yes, sometimes the more NV children say they hate someone, the more they actually like someone." Sister Yin Xiǎo, whose identity is more marginal, is introverted and sensitive, so she must be using this to attract Liu Huanzhi's attention. ”

Xu Xinyi listened to the drums in his heart: The more you say you hate someone, the more you actually like whom, Qin Lin, don't have something to say, right? How does it sound like I'm talking about Sister Benxiǎo?

Lu Fatzi was still clutching his hair in distress, and his fat face was wrinkled: "But I still haven't figured it out, this guy Liu Huanzhi has been drilling in Qinglou all the time, and he didn't find anything wrong with him when he investigated Qinglou a while ago!" Anyway, if he is a eunuch, why do you drill into the NV pile all day long......"

Wang Shiqi wanted to say something, but Qin Lin waved his hand.

Can't you visit the Qinglou in the sky? The eunuch is still ***, the first eunuch in the palace is still "eating" with the palace NV, and there are big eunuchs outside the palace who have married three wives and four concubines!

As for why he didn't find out, Qin Lin reminded: "Do you remember what he said when we first saw Liu Huanzhi in Zuifeng Tower?" ”

Lu Fatzi's eyes suddenly became bright and bright: "He, he said he was just here to talk about poetry!" ”

Herein lies the problem!

Qin Lin sent people to investigate the Qinglou like a sieve, collecting information about those prostitutes with special hobbies, especially paying attention to the sons and brothers who participated in the Jinling Poetry Club.

As everyone knows, Liu Huanzhi is indeed as he advertised, he really went to the Qinglou to talk about poetry and literature with famous prostitutes, and did not stay overnight, of course, others will not know what is special about him, so he escaped the dragnet investigation some time ago.

"Let's go, let's go to Liu's house", Qin Lin yīn smiled and bared his teeth: "Investigate the carriage of Grand Prince Liu, as well as his physical condition, I think there will be unexpected gains for others, hehe~~"

Wang Shiqi frowned: "He shouldn't be at home, he is going to the poetry meeting early this morning, Brother Xiǎo is worried about the case, and he can't see his face, so he didn't go......"

What, today is the day of the poetry meeting? Qin Lin's face changed suddenly, he didn't care about the new poetry club at all, and only after Wang Shiqi reminded him that it was indeed today.

Zhang Zixuan is in danger! Qin Lin turned around and left