The young man came into the police's sight because of another inconspicuous entrance to the cemetery in the village.

When Wang Dalong took the team members and the police officers from the nearby police station to visit the village, Su Mu came to a Malatang store in the innermost part of the village.

The Malatang restaurant is not far from this entrance.

It was close to 12 o'clock in the morning, and business was booming.

The weather finally cleared, and the nightlife finally began again, and the young people who had been dormant for several days began to come out to forage for food again.

After a skewer, two bottles of beer, two swearing, or two jokes with the girl who was dressed differently opposite, the girl was not annoyed, and picked up the wine glass and did it proudly.

This is the nightlife of the young people from the urban villages, simple and happy.

The spicy fragrance can be smelled from afar, and it teases people's taste buds, Su Mu is no exception, he has been busy investigating cases in the past two days, and he has not eaten a serious meal.

Gotcha, go and burn a bowl first, and fill your aggrieved stomach first.

When Malatang was still burning in the pot, Su Mu, who was sitting at the door, noticed that an inconspicuous probe was found on the wall above the stained roller shutter door.

When I came here two days, the Malatang shop was closed, and there was a narrow path to the left of the Malatang shop, and to the left of this path was the wall of the cemetery.

Listen to the village chief, here was actually a place overgrown with weeds at the earliest, and later some fun-loving half-grown children like to take risks to run to explore, the big road does not take the small road, and there are more people walking, so they open up a small road.

The trail is only a short distance of one or two hundred meters to the end, and at the end is a small hillside with lush vegetation.

The village chief said that some young people who are in love also come here to fight in the jungle, and it is not easy to be seen in secret.

There are indeed a few weeds on the hillside that have been pressed smooth and flat, and it is natural to imagine whose masterpiece it is.

The hill goes down the hill and is separated by a narrow drainage ditch, and on the other side of the drainage ditch is the wooded area next to the cemetery.

It is entirely possible that the suspect would abandon the victim in the park, then walk through the woods, over the gutters, climb the hill and then hide into the village.

And if he wants to enter the village, he must pass through the Malatang shop.

But two days ago, the door of this store was closed, and the owner contacted him, and the owner said that he had returned to his hometown to worship during the Midyear Festival.

The spicy shop came again, a grocery store, and then a photo printing shop, both of which were not monitored.

The print shop is an alley that leads to the village, and if the suspect enters the village through this alley, no one knows where he will go.

And at this time, when Su Mu found that small probe, a hope immediately rose in his heart.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Yan Hua, then 26 years old, a medical representative of a pharmaceutical company, rented a house at No. 365 Nancuo Village.

At 4:35 p.m. on the night of the crime, he appeared in the surveillance probe in front of the spicy shop.

Before and after that, there was only one wild dog passing by in front of the spicy shop, so Su Mu could almost identify that the suspect was him.

In the innermost rental room on the third floor of No. 365 Nancuo Village, Yan Hua was lying quietly on the single bed, lifeless.

Its masculine features are severed by a single knife and fall under the bed, and a bloody fruit knife falls at the head of the bed.

When Su Mu arrived at the scene, the door of the room was empty, and a wild cat suddenly came out, and the fleshy thing was gnawed by the wild cat.

In the drawer of the computer desk in the room, several bottles of triazolam were found.

In the other corner of the drawer, a notebook in black leather.

The last page of the notebook begins with a striking string of numbers and names neatly written down in black pen.

February 14, 2016, floral dress. The first time, I was a little flustered, but the experience was good.

May 1, 2016, street code. The second time, the girl was a little chubby and felt different.

…………

On August 25, 2018, づ when love transferred. Unexpected surprise, this girl is still a place. It's a pity that the amount of medicine is a bit fierce, like a dead man.

On August 28, 2018, the flower letter in the wind, damn, bad luck, after a long day of wasted effort, she actually came to the eldest aunt.

On August 30, 2018, Qingqing, I finally waited for you, the efforts of more than a month have finally not been in vain, and you have really lived up to your expectations.

That's the end of the record.

Dense, several pages, starting from Valentine's Day in 2016, counting down, this guy has hundreds of girls.

And the girl whose online name is づ when love transfer is Xie Fangfei, a student of No. 3 Middle School.

Surprisingly, for nearly two years, and he has been unharmed, I don't know if it is because of his clever means, or because the girls are difficult to talk about and let him get away with it.

After forensic identification, Yan Hua's time of death was at least 36 hours or more, and the cause of death was also very clear, caused by an overdose of triazolam before his death.

Through the DNA comparison of Yan Hua, he is indeed the suspect in Xie Fangfei's case.

The police found no trace of the second person at the scene, and only fingerprints belonging to Yan Hua were detected on the handle of the knife.

Wang Dalong has a lot of opinions on Yan Hua's death, he said: "Yan Hua's death is a little strange, let's say that he committed suicide, he is so cruel to himself, not only did he take the medicine, but also cut off his own." Isn't that redundant? Did he take the medicine first or cut the thing first? ”

Su Mu glanced at this guy, as his assistant, Wang Dalong is as his name suggests, and he is skilled, but his brain capacity has not matched his fists and feet.

In fact, Su Mu couldn't figure it out, if Yan Hua committed suicide, why did he commit suicide?

The only thing that can be explained at present is that after Xie Fangfei committed suicide by jumping off the building, he found out in his conscience that he hated his behavior, took the knife to ask the troublemaker, and then committed suicide by taking medicine. If that's the case, then he's a ruthless guy indeed.

But this explanation seems to be contradictory, if Yan Hua really has remorse, after Xie Fangfei, why are there still two girls who are ruined by him? Shouldn't he stop and confess to Xie Fangfei in the other world?

Regardless of whether Yan Hua committed suicide or suicide, it didn't matter to the Lei Bureau, the important thing was that Su Mu found the culprit of Xie Fangfei's case.

In other words, no matter whether Yan Hua is alive or dead, he will not come out to harm the world again.

When Lei Ju saw Su Mu, he smiled so much that his 28 teeth were pulled out and breathed in the wind.

"Sometimes, you have to force it appropriately, otherwise you won't be able to show the true level of Captain Su. Two cases have been cracked one after another, and the thunder bureau has paid for everyone to order takeout. ”

Although the thunder bureau stopped thundering, Su Mu's heart did not relax.

If Yan Hua didn't commit suicide, then who was the murderer?