In the dark night, he was standing downstairs, and a delivery man passed by, he stopped the delivery person, passed the door in his hand, and threw a stack of change to the delivery person.

At the dark staircase, he put on the takeaway clothes he had prepared, carried the steaming takeaway upstairs, and came to room 1202, where he knocked on the door, and a woman's voice came from inside.

He looked at the cat's eye, he knew that the woman inside was looking at him with the cat's eye, after all, he knew that the woman was a resident, and she needed to be vigilant, but he was carrying a takeaway, wearing a takeaway suit, and the woman would definitely open the door.

As expected, the door opened, and he looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes were always on the woman's hand, very beautiful, really beautiful, this pair of seductive hands completely aroused the desire in his heart.

He stunned the woman with the ethanol that had been prepared behind him, and then dragged the latter into the room, he didn't attack her directly, but observed her hand, pretty, pretty, really too beautiful.

He was completely mesmerized by these hands, and he wanted to get her, he dragged the woman to the bathroom and took out the prepared high-carbon steel axe, which he stopped just as the axe was about to cut into the woman's arm.

He thought that although the woman was in a coma, the severe pain might wake her up from the coma, so he reluctantly touched the woman's arm and said: Wait for me, I'll be back immediately.

He took a pillow from the bedroom, watched as the woman's arm threw it on the woman's face, and then covered it so hard that he felt that the woman was dead.

Finally, he cut off the woman's arms, and he was so happy that he was holding his two bloody arms like holding his own child, and he showed a satisfied expression while holding them.

But then he suddenly remembered something, he walked to the woman's bedroom, took out a few of the woman's collection of takeaways*, and then opened the woman's mobile phone, the phone did not have a password, and he easily got on the woman's QQ.

He stood in the living room, found a satisfactory place, raised his hand, took pictures, sent space, and did it in one go.

What did he do this for?

Fang Lubai came back to his senses from his fantasy, and he saw the art painting on the opposite side of the photo. Just when he was out of his mind, his body was hit by someone, it was Chang Qingshan, and he also imagined himself as a murderer, and the two of them completely returned to reality.

Fang Lubai sneered: "I thought I was fascinated enough, but I didn't expect you to be more fascinated than me, if you didn't hit me, would you kill me next."

Chang Qingshan smiled, and then both of them returned their eyes to the art painting, and Fang Lubai took out the photo: "This is where the murderer stood when he took the photo."

Chang Qingshan stood here, his eyes looking back and forth, and finally returned to this art painting.

"Do you think it's going to be this painting?" Fang Lubai asked.

"The only thing of value around here is this."

The two stepped forward, and at the same time compared the art painting with the art painting on the photo, and when the two walked in front of the art screen, the two found a problem at the same time!

If you just look at the art painting, there is really no problem, but if you use the upper beam as a reference, the special feature of this art painting becomes apparent, and compared with the photograph, the art painting on the scene has moved a certain distance.

There is no doubt that the person who moved the painting higher is the murderer himself, and this is the reason why the murderer sent the photo, so that the Lucheng Criminal Police Team found the problem with this painting!

Chang Qingshan and Fang Lubai stood on both sides of the art painting, and the two of them observed against the wall, and found that the art painting was fixed with two hooks hooked on the back of the painting, and there were many ravines behind the painting for hooks, and the height could be changed at will through these ravines.

The two exchanged glances, held the portrait at the same time, and took off the art painting from the wall with a force, the art painting had some weight, the two put the painting on the table, and before they had time to breathe, they lay on it and began to look carefully, since the murderer pointed out the art painting, then there must be some hint on it!

"Look here." After some investigation, Fang Lubai found that the frame had been demolished, Chang Qingshan moved the portrait a little bit, and motioned Fang Lubai to move it to the side, he held down the edge of the frame and tried to disassemble it several times, but failed.

"No, the gloves are inconvenient to carry, and they have to be taken off." Saying that, Chang Qingshan had already taken off his gloves, and just when Chang Qingshan's hand was about to touch the portrait, Fang Lubai suddenly thought of something and pressed Chang Qingshan's hand.

"What are you doing?" Chang Qingshan was taken aback, but when he saw Fang Lubai's sharp eyes, he suddenly realized a problem, since it was inconvenient for them to wear gloves, would the murderer be like this at that time?

Fang Lubai immediately ran outside to let the young policeman guard the staircase, and made a phone call to Wang Qingfeng to ask him to come to the scene quickly.

Half an hour later, Wang Qingfeng arrived with a toolbox, and gasped when he came up: "Fang team, what did you find?" He looked inside and was very surprised to see Chang Qingshan: "Team Chang is also there?"

"Let's not talk about that, come in and see if there are any fingerprints on this frame."

After Wang Qingfeng entered the door, he said hello to Chang Qingshan and directly bent down and began to work, Fang Lubai and Chang Qingshan were waiting on the side, Chang Qingshan would ask impatiently from time to time, okay, Wang Qingfeng concentrated on extracting fingerprints, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him, and he kept silent.

Chang Qingshan waited impatiently, and finally went to the door to smoke a cigarette, and at the same time was thinking about why the murderer opened the picture frame.

Half an hour later, Wang Qingfeng straightened up and shook his head: "The edge of the frame has been wiped by someone, and no fingerprints have been left."

This result obviously disappointed the two, Chang Qingshan took off his gloves and planned to open the frame, Fang Lubai helped on the other side, and at the moment when the two opened the frame, a white * in the frame fell down.

* The back side fell to Fang Lubai's feet, the latter was a little surprised, the three of them looked at each other, and finally Wang Qingfeng picked it up.

"It's a takeaway*." Wang Qingfeng said indifferently.

Chang Qingshan's heart chuckled, takeaway*? He snatched the *, and Fang Lubai also immediately came over, and the two of them looked at the date of the * on September 28th!

Why did the disappeared* be hidden by the murderer in the art painting in the deceased's living room, and the murderer had to go to great lengths for the police to find out*?

Fang Lubai thoroughly checked the inside of the frame, and there was no other abnormality, and now it seems that the murderer took great pains to leave a series of hints in order to lead to this *September 28*.

Wang Qingfeng put the * in a sealed bag after snatching it from Chang Qingshan's hand, and at the same time quipped: "Team Chang, now it is stained with your fingerprints, if it is found out later, your suspicion is not small."