I have to say that Liu Qingming does have panicked capital at the moment.

Even if Mo Bei didn't bother to look at him at the time, he remembered that he couldn't see his teeth when he cried. Now the face exposed by the body bag looks like most of the flesh is gone, and the skin is loosely spread in the direction of the back of the head, and even the outline of the cheekbones can be faintly seen.

Mo Bei was so shocked that his tone changed: "Is the way to lose weight with a ghost in my heart so effective?" ”

Tang Song corrected her: "He really saw a ghost." ”

Psychological torment teaches people to sit still, and they are burned inside.

She sighed, quite melancholy: "It's pitiful." ”

"It's even more pitiful down there." The forensic doctor, who was cleaning up his things on the side, answered.

Mo Bei pulled open the zipper and hissed subconsciously.

Tang Song turned his head to look at her, but apart from that voice, her emotions did not fluctuate, as if the cold breath she smoked was to accept what she said in the car.

Only one of Liu Qingming's faces was intact, and his limbs and torsos were covered with bean-sized scars, which burned through the epidermis and then went deeper, and the red flesh underneath burst out between the scorched ones, spliced together one by one, and the intact skin between them was like a flesh-colored net wrapped around the flesh.

None of these dots overlapped, none of them were incomplete, none of them were disturbed in their formation, just as a piece of paper that was imprinted as a lifeless paper that would not resist.

Lu Hang handed over a mobile phone: "He filmed the whole process, good guy, and he knows how to charge it first......"

The video is very long, more than five hours, shining on the bed with Liu Qingming. The first thing that caught the ear was the click of the lighter, and a bean flame jumped out, igniting the cigarette on Liu Qingming's mouth, and the tobacco emitted a scarlet light.

"This radio device ......," Mo Bei looked at Tang Song.

He nodded: "Not normal. ”

It's comparable to ASMR, and it's definitely not something that a mobile phone can do.

In the video, the tobacco crackles like a burning beanseed, and the loose breath sounds like a sigh.

Liu Qingming took a hard breath, the cigarette butt was so bright that it seemed to burn out a flame, his eyes flashed with hesitation and retreat, and he slowly pressed the cigarette butt on his arm and snorted.

As the white smoke lifted up, he smiled, like a child who had found a toy of his choice, and became excited and positive.

He quickly took a few hard puffs of the cigarette that had not yet been extinguished, and pressed it to his arm again with a sinister smile.

He became more and more proficient, and he became more and more happy, each time more excited than the last.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Tang Song turned off his mobile phone and returned it to the forensic doctor: "I'll see it when I go back, you go out first." ”

The forensic doctor asked someone to move Liu Qingming out and closed the door intimately.

"Is she here?" Tang Song asked.

Mo Bei didn't answer, just took off his gloves, wiped the cigarette butt on the ground, and handed his hand to him.

"Mud?"

She had a lump of wet yellow mud on her hands, and even a weed across it, so close that she could smell the silt at the bottom of the river and the fishy smell of raw fish.

Tang Song looked around the room, except for a cigarette butt, he couldn't see the source of the mud, he also wiped it on the ground, slippery and cold, without a special texture.

Only Mobei could see and touch.

Mo Bei couldn't find the paper for a while, so he could only put his hands on his knees: "I haven't seen Zhao Yuanyuan, and I saw this mud that day, and she has been following Liu Qingming." ”

The shape of the palm of the hand can be vaguely recognized in the mottled mud prints, but there are too many of them, so that the whole room is covered in earthy yellow color, and the smell of mud and smoke is mixed together, which is very disgusting.

"It's everywhere here, but it's not outside, it's only in this room, and the video doesn't capture her, but during the time when Liu Qingming was masochistic, she should have been here all the time......"

It is even possible that it is the battery she charged her phone.

She watched and waited for Liu Qingming's death, and she didn't know whether she was happy or anxious, crawling everywhere.

"There are too many traces to see the trajectory of movement, and the people just now are in chaos, and she is already gone," Mo Bei pointed to the window, there were two hand prints, one pair facing down and the other facing up, "She came in from there, and she walked from there." ”

Mo Bei had never seen Zhao Yuanyuan, so she didn't know what Liu Qingming's death, the cigarette scars on his body, and the video on his mobile phone represented.

Thinking of Zhao Yuanyuan's autopsy report, Tang Song couldn't help but have a headache, he wanted to sigh helplessly, and saw the person squatting next to him in a blink of an eye.

In order to avoid soiling other places, Mo Bei propped his elbows on his knees, and his clothes drooped to outline the bulging shoulder blades. She looked a little bored and just didn't stand up out of politeness.

"Don't you wash your hands?"

Mo Bei didn't expect him to say this after pondering for a long time, he was stunned, thinking that he wouldn't tell him the details of the case, so he went out.

Tang Song squatted for a while, got up and walked out, and saw Mo Bei standing on the edge of the entrance, his hands wet with paper wiping.

He walked over: "Are you hungry?" ”

"Hungry."

Mobei's lunch was very casual, Tang Song ordered a takeout on the way, and they bought it when they arrived.

He bought it casually, and picked the first one, junk food with heavy oil and salt.

The chicken steak is very crispy and easy to fall off the slag, Mo Bei squatted on the edge of the trash can, one by one, there are complete and detailed details of each part, the female corpse has a pale complexion, her limbs are swollen and swollen, and there are large and small small wounds all over her body, some are bruises, with bruises, the entire back and thighs are scattered with blackened scabs, and the skin tissue around the wound is white, with light red blood.

"Drowned?" Mo Bei pinched a photo of severe puffiness.

"Well, the medical examiner found a water weed in her hair, from the Fengjiang River."

The Fengjiang River runs from north to south, passing through the entire city, and the location of the crime is really difficult to find, especially this year, when there is a lot of rain, and the yellow mud on the embankment is washed away by the rain, and no trace can be left.

Mo Bei continued to flip through the photos.

She had struggled, and she could see that her hands were good, but now her nails were cracked.

In addition to the burn marks, there are also sharp cuts, and these injuries are superficial, the result of restraint and deliberateness.

As for those bruises......

She resisted, then she was beaten, abused, violated......

In contrast, the copy-and-paste scars on Liu Qingming's body have no soul at all.

She finished her last bite, clapped her hands and stood up, pondering the wording: "What is she...... Worker? ”

"No," Tang Song shook his head, "Bank staff, she rested on the afternoon of the 26th, but did not go to work the next day, and the phone calls of the leaders and colleagues also showed that the phone was turned off, and no one could be found to report to the police for 24 hours and disappeared." ”

Mo Bei didn't understand the process of the investigation, so he took out three photos from the photos and put them on the table.

Tang Song first took out the cigarette scar: "Liu Qingming." ”

There are two left, one on the scratched front chest and one on the torn underside.

He knocked twice on the table with his fingers, and Zhao Yuanyuan's purpose was very simple.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Tang Song took a breath: "Can you find Zhao Yuanyuan?" ”

"The traces she left behind, those mud marks can be eliminated by external forces, which has no conflict with whether they can be seen," Mo Bei said, "Liu Qingming's room and KTV are relatively closed, and no one enters it, but in the open air, the sun and rain are trampled around...... I can't help you with hope. ”

He didn't have much hope, and he just felt that his head was big when he got this result.

After holding my breath for a long time, I finally sighed: "I'll send you back." ”

"No, I'll take the bus." Mo Bei refused.

"The bus staggered for more than an hour, and you were careful to throw up in the car and be driven down by the driver."

"You are ......" Mo Bei couldn't imagine that he was so vicious, and he didn't know where to start for a while, and finally sighed: "It's annoying!" ”

There was probably a rain tonight, and the floor on the first floor of the dormitory was very wet, and there was a thin mist attached to the corners that were not often stepped on.

The dormitory manager aunt bent over and mopped the floor, passing by the hall from the side of the walkway, watching Mo Bei come in, her waist kept frowning, and she was about to bang people.

Seeing the person take a few steps forward, the blinding light outside the door detached from the back, revealing his exact appearance, the two glanced at each other, Mo Bei's footsteps stopped for a moment, and went upstairs.

The aunt snorted in her mouth, bent over and mopped the floor again, and couldn't help but mutter: "I really can't figure out the girls now, their hair is shorter than that of men." ”

Two or three steps in front of Mo Bei, a slightly chubby girl was carrying four hot water bottles, two in one hand, and walked up with difficulty, her small hand could barely hook the handle, and she was about to slip off.

Mo Bei reached out and took the two hot water bottles that were about to fall, and by the way, he held her body that was tilted to the side.

Zhu Xi's cheek hit Mo Bei's arm, she smelled the smell of laundry detergent from her clothes, and the sweetness of lavender was steamed warm by the body temperature.

"Thank you!" She quickly stood up straight, saw the person clearly, moved her lips, and repeated: "Thank you." ”

Mo Bei shook his head, his eyes swept over the four hot water bottles: "Senior sister, you drink so much water?" ”

Zhu Xi was silent for two seconds, wanted to say no, and held back: "Thank you, I'll take it myself." ”

"It's heavy, I'll help you with it."

Mo Bei had a tough attitude, she could only thank her again and lead Mo Bei to her dormitory.

Zhu Xi's dormitory was on the upper floor of Mobei, and she climbed three floors with two kettles, she gasped for breath, but looking at Mobei, even the ups and downs of her chest were unhurried.

She was a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

She placed the thermos on the ground and took the key to open the door, and through the open crack came the conversation and laughter inside.

Zhu Xi bit his lip and said softly, "Thank you, I'll just take it in myself, thank you." ”

She thanked her repeatedly, and Mo Bei finally replied that she didn't need to thank her, and turned to leave.

Zhu Xi carried the water in and placed it under the desks of the two roommates, and they just took the time to glance at her from behind the phone: "Thank you, Xixi." ”

"Why don't you take it together? It's tiring to walk twice. ”

"Nope!" She quickly shook her head and smiled shyly, "It's just at the door, it's inconvenient to open the door." ”

When Mo Bei returned to the dormitory, he saw a large box on the table.

"The courier I helped you get is very heavy." Fang Xinzi put his head down from the top bunk, "What did you send you at home?" ”

Food.

Mo Bei said thank you and opened the box, which was mostly preserved fruits, as well as a few bags of braised beef and pork breasts, all of which were individually packaged in small packets, one pack was not enough to eat two packets, and it was easy to stuff them in your pocket.

There is also a square iron box in the corner of the box, which seems to be the one that the uncle used to steam rice before, Mo Bei remembered that the last lunch box forgot to send home.

There was also a note on the lid of the box: Eat it tonight.

She opened the box, and there were four rows of emerald green tea cakes inside, and when she opened it, the sweet fragrance of butter accompanied by the astringency of the tea leaves came to her nose.

As soon as the three girls on the bed heard the movement of unpacking, they knew that it was Mo Bei's family who sent food again, Mo Bei can be regarded as a big snack in the dormitory, and I have never seen anyone at home who will send such a large box to the child to eat, their family can't wait for the child to eat nothing but white rice, any snack is a bad thing on fire.

Mo Bei was very generous, they were a little embarrassed at first, and they didn't want her to say: "My mother sent these things mainly for me to use to envelop you......"

Although it doesn't sound appropriate, who makes Bei Ma have good skills?

Mo Bei walked around the dormitory with the box, the biscuits were not big, they could be one bite at a time, and they would not be very sweet, Xu Xingyan stuffed it in her mouth, and begged her for something to eat vaguely: "Did you have that crispy date last time?" ”

Mo Bei picked through the box, turned out two packets, and threw them on her bed.

Girls always smile sweetly and beautifully: "Thank you! ”

Mo Bei suddenly thought that she seemed to have heard a lot of thanks today.

The rain came as scheduled during the night, and the sound of water droplets hitting the leaves and the ground made you sleep.

Some things hide in the rain, and they hide their tracks by the sound of the rain.

The dormitory manager still dragged the ground diligently, and the mop rubbed against the ground, making a wet glissandy, and sometimes dragging to uneven places, there would be a heavy dragging sound.

The mop shouldn't be so heavy as a soggy sack rubbing on the floor.

It was like stirring a viscous liquid, gurgling.

It was like a dormant amphibian crawling ashore for an unknown purpose, its wet flippers pressed against the ground, and a ball of air enveloped in the center, and it followed the target, its lips and mouth fluttered, and it mingled with the water whose epidermis had not dried, making a slight slippery sound.

It moved forward, the bubbles under its flippers popping with a soft sound.

Mo Bei opened her eyes suddenly, the light was dim on a rainy night, and the afterglow of the street lamp downstairs could only make her see a black shadow quickly jumping from the balcony to the other end of the dormitory.

She reached for her phone from the side of the pillow, turned on the flashlight, sat up on her knees, and leaned out of the bed.

In the light, it showed its face.

It was a woman, her skin was pale and her hair was wet and sticking to her face.

She lay on the ground all over, moved over following the light, and only saw clearly when she got close to Mo Bei, she broke her left leg, moved forward with both hands and right leg, and dragged her left leg on the ground to grind, I don't know how many places she had experienced, her lower abdomen and legs were red pasted together.

Her face was covered with hair, and yellow water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair, revealing an eye from her hair, facing the light in Mo Bei's hand.

"I'm in so much pain...... she cried in her shade, raising a hand and reaching out to Mo Bei's bed to climb the ladder, seeing that she was about to bump into it.

"Get out."

The woman's hand paused in mid-air, and there was even a hint of doubt in her empty eyes, her eyes rolled, facing the face behind the phone, the air was silent, and only a mobile phone light remained still.

The woman snorted and jumped out of the balcony over the railing.

Mo Bei turned off the phone and lay back, closing her eyes and brewing sleep, suddenly a thought sharply and hurriedly pierced the haze that had just risen, she pressed the mobile phone light to shine on the ground, and her mouth couldn't help but burst out of a certain plant name.

The ground is full of palm prints.

She jumped out of bed in two or three steps, went out to the balcony, dialed the phone, and the other end answered quickly.

"Mobei? How to ......"

"Zhao Yuanyuan came to me."

"What?!" She said concisely and clearly, so shocked that Tang Song almost tore up the information in his hand, "Are you okay?" Did she do anything? ”

“…… I'm fine, she ran away. ”

Tang Song breathed a sigh of relief, didn't think about why Zhao Yuanyuan ran away, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, go to bed early, and call again if there is anything." ”

Mo Bei didn't speak again, and on the rainy night, he didn't even call insects, and it was as quiet as a cloud of nothingness.

Tang Song couldn't help but wonder if the call was still going on, when he heard her whisper, "The rain has stopped." ”

Mo Bei glanced at the time, ten fifty-two.

"I can still get out." The school has done a good job of greening, and the holly and acacia on both sides of the road are huge, and the branches and leaves are connected diagonally, and the rain should not be very bad.

"I'll let you know when I find her."

After Mo Bei finished the last sentence, he hung up the phone.