A hand suddenly put on Qiao Yan's shoulder, and she was startled.

"What do you think, so distracted?" Yu Chihong's hand was still on her shoulder, or rather, it was around her shoulder.

Qiao Yan's face became hot again, she leaned over slightly, broke away from his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the cemetery. A smile tugged at the corner of Yu Chihong's lips and quickly caught up with her.

The two walked into the cemetery and found the location of the body in the photo without much effort.

"Lie down." Wei Chihong pointed to the victim's photo with his finger, "Follow the posture above." ”

"Huh? You asked me to imitate corpses? Qiao Yan shouted in dismay.

Yu Chihong said "um" very seriously. "I'm going to analyze this posture well, there's a lot of article in it."

Seeing him so solemn, Qiao Yan had no choice but to lie down on the ground.

Wei Chihong brought the photo to her. Qiao Yan barely stretched out her left arm, her left thumb, index and middle fingers straightened, and her ring finger and little finger bent inward. She couldn't let go, and her whole body cringed and stiffened.

Wei Chihong couldn't look at it. "A little further up on the left hand." While instructing, he also knelt down, pressed his left hand on the ground on Qiao Yan's right side, and supported his right hand on the stone steps of Qiao Yan's tomb on the left.

"No, it should be placed here." He leaned over to adjust Qiao Yan's left hand, and the whole person pressed down on her.

Qiao Yan tilted her head slightly, and Yu Chihong happened to turn her face away, the faces of the two were so close to each other, that posture, that action, it was like Yu Chihong pressing Qiao Yan under him, wanting to misbehave.

Qiao Yan nervously turned her face away, but Yu Chihong reached out and pulled her head back, so their eyes met, his eyes stopped on her face, and a small flame in his eyes was about to jump out of her eyes to force her. Her heart churned, her lips felt dry and her heart racing. His handsome face widened in front of her, and her eyes stared at him in confusion. She thought he was going to kiss her, what an alternative romance in such a ghost place, under the gaze of the undead!

However, he suddenly tilted his head and straightened up. The flame in his eyes then extinguished, and his previous dullness was restored.

The tense strings in Qiao Yan's heart suddenly relaxed, and the whole person collapsed on the ground. Yu Chihong leaned down again and adjusted the posture of her legs, with her left leg straight and her right leg bent. And she let him fiddle with it in the shape of a "corpse".

Yu Chihong was satisfied, took out the camera from his pocket, and wanted to take a picture of Qiao Yan.

"Hey, don't shoot!" Qiao Yan was so shocked that she was about to sit up, but was ordered by Yu Chihong, "Lie down, don't move!" ”

She had no choice but to lie back obediently, but she was unwilling to mutter: "How can I take such a photo that imitates the posture of a corpse, it is too damaging to my image." ”

Yu Chihong bent the corners of his mouth. "Don't worry, I won't show it to others."

"You can't see it......" Qiao Yan stopped halfway through her words, she knew that the resistance was ineffective, but it was exposed, and she was very concerned about the image in his mind.

"How does it feel to be dying?" Yu Chihong teased, "Can you die in this position?" ”

Qiao Yan pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction. "No, even if you die, you should die more comfortably, it's too uncomfortable."

Wei Chihong glanced at the photo again. "The victim was stabbed in the lungs and liver, which means that he did not die immediately, but was tortured little by little."

Qiao Yan pondered, turned her body to the side, and curled up. "If it's the stomach that is stabbed, this posture will naturally be formed, and the posture of stretching like just now is really unreasonable."

Wei Chihong nodded. "Like the third deceased, he was repositioned after death. The gesture of the deceased, as if pointing somewhere. He followed the gesturing direction, and there was a row of tombstones not far away, and he hurried away, examining them in turn.

Qiao Yan also got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and walked to Yu Chihong's side.

Suddenly, Yu Chihong's gaze froze on a tombstone. Below the tombstone was a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums, still stained with dewdrops, and someone had just visited. The photo on the tombstone, the childish face, has a familiar feeling. Look at the lettering on it again,

"Lin Ziyang, born in 1992, died in 2010."

"Lin Ziyang," he silently read the name, and a bright light flashed in his mind, "In the serial murder case four years ago, one of the victims was named Lin Ziyang, and I have seen his photo in the case information, it should be the same person." ”

Qiao Yan was shocked. "So, the person who came to lay flowers just now is likely to be the murderer?"

Yu Chihong took out his gloves from his pocket, put them on, and picked up the bouquet of flowers. "Let's take this bouquet back for testing. Whether the murderer has anything to do with this or not, it's hard to say now. Let's go to the second crime scene. ”

The two left the cemetery side by side, not noticing that behind the dense bushes, a pair of gloomy eyes were staring at them.

The second crime scene was in an apartment building site in the city, and the two found a random place to have lunch on the way, and then continued to drive to their destination. The deceased in the photo is seated on a construction site with his back against a wooden shelf. Wei Chihong sat down by himself and leaned against the wooden frame like a dead man. He stared into the eyes of the deceased in the photograph, whose eyeballs were turned to the right, and he looked to the right, and there was a building not far away through the barbed wire. He stood up and stared into the distance for a moment, then suddenly ran quickly towards the building.

"Hey, what are you running!" Qiao Yan shouted, so she had to run to catch up.

There was a big iron gate outside the building, and a sign hung next to it, and the sign above it read "Haidu No. 2 Middle School". It looked empty and deserted.

"This is an abandoned school." Qiao Yan also understood, "Did the murderer want the victim to see this, so he used adhesive to open his eyelids?" ”

Wei Chihong nodded in agreement. "No. 2 Middle School only moved to the new campus the year before last, which means that the school had not moved away when the serial killings occurred. And I remember that Lin Ziyang was killed when he was in his third year of high school at No. 2 Middle School. ”

"It's related to Lin Ziyang again." Qiao Yan thought for a moment, "Now there is only the third crime scene left, if you can also find a connection with Lin Ziyang, you can confirm that the murderer is to avenge Lin Ziyang." ”

Wei Chihong took out his mobile phone and called Duan Zhiming, asking him to assign a task to focus on investigating Lin Ziyang's relatives and their interpersonal relationships before his death.

A black sedan was parked in the distance, and the man in the driver's seat was holding a telescope, monitoring the movements of Yu Chihong and Qiao Yan. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

The two crime scenes were far apart, and it was already dark when Wei Chihong and Qiao Yan left the construction site. When they returned, they unfortunately caught up in a large traffic jam in the city. The car could only move at a slow pace, and the original half-hour drive took at least more than two hours.

Qiao Yan was already hungry, Wei Chihong turned on the car radio, he often listened to the traffic channel, and the male host was broadcasting the road conditions: "Today is Christmas Eve in the West, and the evening peak in our city has been advanced to 4 o'clock in the afternoon, ushering in the pre-holiday congestion day......"

"I really didn't expect that Chinese are so keen to spend Christmas Eve." Qiao Yan sighed.

"I didn't know it was Christmas Eve, and I wasn't interested." Wei Chihong was a little annoyed, if he knew, he would definitely avoid the rush hour. Since he became a criminal policeman, he has no concept of holidays.

Qiao Yan was secretly glad that she didn't listen to Qiao Ran's words and invited him to participate in a Christmas Eve colorful concert, otherwise she would definitely be bored. The prompt tone of the mobile phone suddenly remembered, and when she saw it, it was a text message from Qiao Ran: Sister, are you free now?

Qiao Yan couldn't help but smile, their sisters are really heart-to-heart. She called Qiao Ran back directly.

"Sister, are you done with work?" Qiao Ran was already in the church to help prepare for the Christmas Eve activities in the evening, "Or is it that your leaders also went to Christmas Eve and are idle today?" ”

"How could it be. I just came back from watching the crime scene, and now I'm bored on the road. Qiao Yan was helpless.

Qiao Ran immediately inquired: "Who are you with?" ”

"You don't care about that." Qiao Yan was embarrassed to say Wei Chihong's name, and quickly changed the topic, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Qiao Ran had already laughed. "If you don't say it, I guessed it. Sister, such a good opportunity, hurry up and seize it. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Qiao Yan glanced at Wei Chihong, he put his hands on the steering wheel, and did not squint. It didn't seem to care who she was calling.

"Okay, I'll not talk about it." Qiao Ran began to talk about the so-called business, "I just want to ask if you will go to a colorful concert with him in the evening." If you go, buy me a limited edition HelloKitty souvenir. I'm going to be busy until late tonight, and it's inconvenient to take a boat again. If I go tomorrow, I'm afraid that I will be robbed. ”

"What souvenir?" The little girl's feelings hidden in Qiao Yan's heart sprouted, such a special night, such a surging crowd, if you go alone to feel the lively atmosphere of the scene, it is also a good choice.

Qiao Ran said that she wanted a HelloKitty perfume set, and Qiao Yan promised to help her buy it as much as possible.

"Sister, you're so good." Qiao Ran cheered, and said in words, "I wish you a good night." ”

Before Qiao Yan could react, Qiao Ran had already hung up the phone. She sighed a little melancholy, her sister had good intentions to match them, but unfortunately that Mr. Wei Chi was unpredictable, she did not dare to say anything to him, in case of a ruthless rejection, her self-confidence would collapse in an uproar.

The melody of the music shook her back to her senses, and it was the ringtone of Yu Chihong's mobile phone.

"Boss," is Lu Bin's call, he is now familiar with Wei Chihong, no longer calls him "detachment leader", and directly calls him "leader".

"Did you find anything?" Wei Chihong knew that he was here to report on his work.