Although Chang Qingshan is not very good at trace investigation, he is sure that the murderer's figure is about 1.85 meters, which he will never be mistaken.

Wu Wenhui saw that there were some differences between the two, and hurriedly put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them: "It's a good thing to have suggestions, which proves that each of us has different opinions, but I don't want disputes between us because we are a group." ”

Although it was past twelve o'clock, none of the members of the SCI team could sleep. At this time on Saturday, he was sitting in a room at Tianhai Medical University, carefully doing the dissection; Fang Lubai and Chang Qingshan were still thinking about the portrait just now; Lu Zhu was still at the scene of the crime, and once again started the scene investigation; Wu Wenhui was holding a foreign-translated crime book in his hand, looking at it through the faint light in the car; Bao Zheng was a little uncomfortable from the mosquito bites, so he jumped out of the car and sat on the butt of the car and smoked; As for Guna, she was now looking up at the starry sky above her head, and she didn't know what was going on in her head.

The incandescent light overhead no longer swayed, and there were many small bugs around it. Xu Haifeng was tightly handcuffed to an iron bed. At this moment, he was hiding a small piece of wire in the palm of his hand, which he had just cut off on the bed under him. For this kind of rotten street handcuffs, Xu Haifeng is very confident to pry it open, but what he lacks is an opportunity.

The postman on the other end was sitting on the table, holding a letter opener about ten centimeters in his hand. At this time, in front of him, there was a piece of ham, and from time to time he used a knife to cut a small piece on it, and put it on the plate at the other end, as if he were eating a supper.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, so he cut off another piece of meat with a knife, tied it up with the tip of the knife, and walked straight to Xu Haifeng.

Xu Haifeng hurriedly held the things in his hand into the palm of his hand, looking at the butcher walking towards him, Xu Haifeng's face was also rolling with beads of sweat the size of beans, he didn't choose to struggle, because what cuffed him was a few cold handcuffs, of course he didn't forget that he was almost strangled to death by the sailor. The postman walked up to him with a slow pace and brought the piece of meat.

"Would you like to come some?" After saying that, the guy in front of him showed his teeth, and his face was full of cruel smiles like a devil.

Xu Haifeng just glared at him, and then pinned his head to the other end.

The postman put the piece of meat into his mouth with a disappointed face, and after chewing it carefully, he opened his eyes and said to him slowly, "Do you know why you are next?" Just because your mouth stinks the most, even worse than the pig here! I like to be smart, do you think I didn't notice your little bit of care? Then, he grabbed Xu Haifeng's right hand, and with a sharp break, he pinched the thin wire in his hand.

The thin wire was pinched in his hand, and then he threw it into the side of the drain like garbage, and flowed out along the sewage inside.

Xu Haifeng saw that he turned the wire out, and he also weakly slumped his hand to the side, and his eyes looked directly at the ceiling.

"Since you are so disobedient, then it is useless for you to keep this finger on your body!" After finishing speaking, the postman held the bright letter opener knife and slashed at Xu Haifeng's right hand, and immediately the blood gushed out. Xu Haifeng suddenly felt like a needle pricking his right hand, and he also shouted loudly, hoping that someone outside could hear his screams. Even if he couldn't get out alive, at least he could save the last colleague.

But there was no trace of panic on the postman's face, I saw him holding the letter opener and saying to Xu Haifeng, who was shouting and screaming: "You really like to scream, keep calling!" Call it again! ”

Subsequently, the five fingers of Xu Haifeng's left hand were also cut off from his palm one by one by the postman. Looking at the bleeding fingers in front of him, he threw those still hot fingers into the pig barn on the side like throwing radish and cabbage, and the group of pigs were also like hunting dogs, smelling the smell of blood, and screaming, the sound overpowered Xu Haifeng's scream.

The blood was still dripping hot from under the bed, but it seemed as if it had been modified by him, and the blood flowed down the barbed wire fence, and then down a trough, into an enamel basin, and did not splash on the ground at all.

"You're so old that pigs can't even whet your appetite. Luckily, I was prepared. He pointed to the table and motioned for Xu Haifeng to look there.

"This avoids waste, and it's kind of garbage recycling!" I saw him touch the letter opener again, and put the blade on Xu Haifeng's arm.

The blade easily cut into his skin, and the iron-blooded man's face grew whiter and whiter as time went on, and finally his eyes went black and he passed out there.

Seeing that he had passed out, the postman slapped Xu Haifeng a few times, seeing that he was unconscious and didn't care, he continued to be like a chef, skillfully controlling the knife in his hand, and removing the meat on his forearm piece by piece.

The more than a dozen pigs in the pig house were also snorting and grabbing the slices of meat that flew in. They scrambled and barked, like a pack of hungry dogs, snatching the food that was thrown in front of them.

Finally, he pulled out a bloodstained hacksaw, where he slowly scanned the corpse in front of him.

Then, the postman casually pulled out a blue plastic bag and neatly placed the mangled body inside.

As if remembering something again, he turned and walked into a room, took out two black pistols, and threw them into a plastic bag.

He glanced at the dusty clock on the wall, then sat down on the table at the other end, wiped the letter opener, and began to eat the ham again.

"It's so old, it's taken so long." He touched the piece of meat, which had already been cold, and then went into the house, lit a fire, and prepared to heat it up.

Fang Lubai and Lu Zhu discussed for a night, and finally determined that the psychological portrait he made was not wrong, that is to say, the murderer's height was about 1.75 meters, his left leg was injured, and his body was thin.

Chang Qingshan did not defend the two of them, the most important thing now is to catch the murderer and bring the actor to justice instead of arguing meaninglessly here.

Although Chang Qingshan had reservations about his opinion, those policemen still investigated the neighborhood according to two conditions.