"Put those nine people aside first," as soon as Lei Yan entered the room, he took out a pair of rubber gloves, and while wearing them, he looked at the messy footprints on the ground, and said to the chief beside him, "Let's talk about how the criminals committed the criminals, can you analyze them from the footprints?" ”

"Yes, the criminal has a car to transport the victim here," the chief nodded, put away the camera, glanced outside the door and said to Lei Yan.

"What brand of car, what model, can you tell this?" Lei Yan asked while putting on gloves.

"Well, I can't see it, I don't know much about cars, but I can still recognize the tire marks of that car when I see them again," the chief said, shaking his head and pouting, "I can recognize the traces of two or three cars." ”

"If only the murderer had come here on horseback," said the "fart" behind him, making fun of the chief, "you must have seen what breed, tall or short, fat or thin, how much it weighed, how old the horse was, whether it was male or female, or even what color." ”

"Nonsense, I'm not a horse breeder," the chief glared at the "butt" and said loudly, "don't talk nonsense. ”

"Ah, you don't need to know the brand and model, it's enough to recognize the tire marks next time," Lei Yan glanced at the "fart spirit" and said to the chief, "Tell me about the situation after the criminal entered the house," Lei Yan said as he looked around.

"The lock on the front door wasn't so bad that it was broken, and the offender dragged the victim all the way upstairs to the bedroom," said the chief, as he walked to the second floor, looking at the footprints on the ground, describing the offender's crime. ”

"Didn't destroy? Maybe the door is not locked, or it may be a key, in short, the murderer is very familiar with this house," Lei Yan followed behind the chief, saying as he walked, "He used to come often, or he came to step on it a little, and there was a process of selecting the location of the criminal, what sound?" Lei Yan heard the sound of the mattress trembling and the continuous roar from upstairs, as if someone was covering his mouth and screaming.

"You should be able to guess this," the "fart spirit" and the chief glanced at each other, looked at each other and smiled, and the "fart spirit" pouted and said to Lei Yan.

"I really can't guess this," Lei Yan's logic was still spinning in the normal world, and he couldn't guess what strange things would happen, shaking his head and sighing.

"Then you better go up and have a look, the crime scene is close at hand," the chief stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, waved his hand to Lei Yan, who was going upstairs, and said with a smile, "This place is indeed, well, a little black humor." ”

Lei Yan's curiosity was aroused, he took three steps and did two steps, came to the second floor and glanced at it briefly, then walked straight to the bedroom pointed out by the chief, and when he walked to the bedroom door, he was also shocked.

He was shocked not because of the horror of the crime scene, not because of the few lines of lipstick written on the dresser mirror, not because of the pile of glittering and smashed objects not far from the bed, but because of the victim who was still struggling with his hands and feet tied and his mouth tied on the big bed.

"Is this the victim?" Lei Yan asked Teresa, the forensic doctor who was collecting evidence at the scene with a wry smile on her face, and pointed to the woman fluttering on the big bed in surprise.

"Well, it's the same person in the photo," Theresa stopped what she was doing and nodded to Lei Yan.

"Dead?" Lei Yan still didn't turn the corner, and then asked.

"Dead," Theresa said, nodding.

"How did she die?" Lei Yan swallowed, stared at the dead body struggling and moving on the bed and asked Theresa.

"There is no blood on the bed, there are obvious strangulation marks on the neck, the preliminary judgment is that he was strangled to death, of course, there is no equipment here, the specific cause of death, and the body needs to be pulled back for an autopsy to be finalized." Theresa replied.

"She, what's going on?" Lei Yan was still in a state of confusion, only to see the victim's body struggling on the bed, unable to see the face clearly, looking at the meaning, it seemed that the corpse wanted to get up, so he said to Theresa, "Why don't we help her get up?" ”

"The position of the deceased on the bed, did you take a picture in front of you?" Theresa sighed and asked the chief with the camera in his hand, although the chief knew what was going on, but he was still shocked when he stared at the corpse, and was stunned by Theresa's question, and then nodded, Theresa pouted, took a nylon rope tied to the victim's body twice, and said to Lei Yan, "The rope is strong enough to tie it to the corner of the bed, I have checked it, and it is very secure, so you can do a favor, let's let the deceased get up?" ”

The "fart spirit" leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, stood on one leg, and watched the movements and expressions of Lei Yan, Theresa, and the chief like a burlesque, with a wicked smile on his face.

Lei Yan and Theresa stood up the struggling corpses like sacks, and the chief took pictures of the two of them stupidly next to them, and the "fart spirits" on the side looked at them and laughed evilly.

As soon as the dead corpse landed on the ground, he raised his head sharply at Lei Yan, and a hideous face instantly appeared in front of Lei Yan's eyes, although this kind of fierce, stupid and stinky face Lei Yan didn't know how many times he had seen it, but at this moment, he was still taken aback when he saw it without any psychological preparation.

Lei Yan instinctively pulled out the saber behind his waist, but when he reached out to the corpse, he hesitated, holding the knife and standing in front of the round-eyed corpse, Theresa and the chief were also a little overwhelmed, and they both pulled out their knives, facing the corpse that kept moving, as if they were afraid that it would pounce, the three of them were all stunned, and they couldn't help laughing when they saw the "fart spirit".

"Why do I think you're not here to solve crimes, but to commit crimes? Haha," the "fart spirit" laughed heartily, pointed to the three of them at a loss, and said, "You can't see what you look like now, haha," Jim laughed breathlessly, and it took him a long time to speak, "It's clearly three murderers who are preparing to attack the victim, haha!" Seeing the corpse desperately biting the three, Jim smiled and said, "Look, the victim is not convinced and is preparing to resist, haha!" ”

It turned out that the corpse's brain was not damaged, and it turned into a zombie soon after death, and began to move, wanting to pounce on people, but its hands and feet were tied, and its mouth was sealed, so it could only lie face down on the bed and flutter, while also making the kind of roar that made Lei Yan on the stairs curious.

"How do we get it quiet?" If it was an ordinary zombie, Lei Yan would have turned it off a long time ago, but the zombie in front of him was a zombie used to solve the case, Lei Yan was a little undecided for a while, and couldn't help but ask Theresa, his logic was still turning to the injection of sedatives according to normal thinking.

"I think we can tie it up first," Theresa's mind didn't turn to the sedative, and waved her hand a few times in front of her to dispel the strong stench that erupted from the zombie's mouth, and said to Lei Yan with a bitter face, "Ship it back and deal with it, it's just that it's more difficult to control in the car, and you need to be watched by someone." ”

"We can take it back," the chief looked at the rope tied to the zombie, spread his hands, and gave Lei Yan another idea, "It can go, but it takes a little time and labor." ”

Seeing that the three people couldn't make up their minds in the face of the zombies, the "fart spirit" shook his head, put away the smile on his face, pulled out the saber on his waist, took a few steps forward, and then jumped up suddenly, and looked at the zombie (victim?). The right temple is a stab.

At the same time as Jim landed and drew his knife, a stream of fishy black blood erupted from the zombie's temples to the side, and he shook it and fell to the ground, completely immovable.

"Look, isn't that the solution?" Jim shook off the dirty blood on the knife, rubbed the knife twice on the victim's pants, put the knife into the sheath, and then said to the three of them with a smile, "This zombie ate a few heads of garlic before he died, and the smell of the tape that sealed his mouth was straight through his head, Theresa, you have a hard time behind you," "Fart" said to Theresa, who was still stunned.

"Alright, it's finally quiet," Lei Yan pouted, put away his knife, glanced at Jim with a wry smile, and said to everyone, "Now we can investigate the scene, Theresa," Lei Yan said, pointing to the zombie's head, "The wound on the temple is negligible." ”