In the previous photo, we were able to corroborate the connection between the murder and the serial killings at Roquehouse from eyewitnesses to the murders at various hotels. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He is actually a disguised demon mask used to hide the real facts and truth.

If Mo Haiyou can't find the right clues from this demon mask, then the real murderer may be at large.

Now, fortunately, Yun Yeyao on the mountain has a trace of contact with the mountain, although this connection is very short, but at least Mo Haiyou has a little bit of information about them.

Mo Haiyou, who has been busy non-stop, was not in a hurry to interrogate the suspect he brought back after coming out of the sub-director's office.

The rain outside the window was still heavy and rapid, accompanied by the whirring of the wind, which made the window frames tremble.

Suspects naturally need to be interrogated, but not now. In the past few days, incidents have occurred one after another, especially in the three days from May 2 to now.

Mo Haiyou had never encountered such a complex and fast-moving homicide case before.

He had to give himself enough time to think before he could start working on the case again.

Mo Haiyou locked himself tightly in the large room where the corpse was examined, facing the examination table where the smell of the corpse still remained, motionless like a statue, only the gray brain cells spun rapidly in the brain.

Where do you start thinking about everything? Mo Haiyou thought, "The murder in the hotel is by no means the origin of all events. The origin is supposed to be in the archives of the Rogue. ’

At Mo Haiyou's feet, there were piles of files from 20 years ago sent from the General Administration during the day, although some of them he had also read before, but he didn't know the ins and outs of the whole thing back then.

Mo Haiyou only turned on the lights around the coroner's table, and the room was very dim except for the middle one.

Mo Haiyou needed such a quiet and slightly terrifying atmosphere, and on the white cloth in front of him, it seemed that there was still a bloody corpse lying on the countertop.

The hideous face was slowly turning to look at Mo Haiyou, and one eyeball was connected by blood vessels and hung on the edge of the autopsy table, looking extremely terrifying.

Before entering the autopsy room, Mo Haiyou had taken care that no one would disturb him, unless there was an emergency.

It is necessary to straighten out the way of thinking, and now the information fed back by the people who escaped on the mountain is that the real murderer may have escaped, but Mo Haiyou is very sure that he will not run away, he must stay out of the matter and is still waiting.

It will be interesting to see how the police point the finger at the drug traffickers and then get rid of them.

There is no cloth in the current list of the dead in the Luo Que House, which is completely expected by Mo Haiyou, this person may be at the foot of this stack of files. His identification information can be found.

Mo Haiyou had a strong premonition, bent down, picked up all the files under his feet and put them on his lap, and by the faint light, Mo Haiyou carefully looked through the pages one by one.

He had to find something to put himself at ease. Now the police do not have any substantial evidence. Whether it's a drug trafficking case or a homicide case. Some of them are just reasoning.

Isn't it strange that the few people who escaped from the house could not be witnesses to the murderer, and then they could be witnesses in the drug trafficking case?

They are constantly being frightened by homicides. Hovering between fear and collapse. But they didn't grasp the slightest evidence of the murder, and they didn't see the slightest figure of their killers.

Miraculously entered the secret room and obtained evidence that the Luoque House was indeed storing drugs, Mo Haiyou would never believe that all this was just a coincidence.

The murderer was too cleverly arranged, and every step of the way was using drugs and drug traffickers as their shields.

Which of the three was he? Or someone from the periphery where they are.

Suddenly, the hand that was flipping through the file suddenly stopped, and a page of archival paper with a photograph was caught between his fingers and stopped in mid-air.

That picture? Mo Haiyou looked carefully at the person in the small photo, it was a man's ID photo, because the year was already very long, so it was a little yellowed.

The man in the photo looked to be at least fifty years old, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but Mo Haiyou felt as if he had seen his face somewhere.

Racking my brain, this must be a face that I haven't seen many times, or just a fleeting face in front of my eyes.

Who is it? ’

Mo Haiyou's eyes turned to the coroner's table again, and the bloody and terrifying face of the corpse he had imagined just now seemed to be still in front of him that could not be erased.

Under his torn face, a large amount of blood poured out of the yellow fat, and the dark shadows left by the light on the white cloth of the coroner's table seemed to have become traces of blood.

A bloody face, a horrible face covered with blood......

Suddenly, Mo Haiyou's whole body shook, and he recognized it, although there was a big age difference, but it was indeed two faces that were very similar.

Picking up the archival paper in his hand, Mo Haiyou leaned close to the light and read it carefully:

Fei Yong, male, 55 years old, born in S City, used to be an interior decoration designer of a small decoration company before the age of 40, and was forced to resign because of a mistake at work.

After that, he left S City and didn't know where to go......

'Fei Yong?! After Mo Haiyou finished reading the archival paper, he was still staring at the photo in front of him, repeating the name on the archive in his mouth.

This man was not one of the suspects in the crime at Roquehouse. The reason why his file appears is in the materials of the time.

It was because he was one of the people who participated in the interior design and decoration of the Roque House, and he was also one of the main designers.

'Fei Yong...'

Mo Haiyou muttered the name here, comparing it with the person he imagined.

No, he can't be his son! According to the investigation, the man in the hospital, his father had already died of illness. And the surnames of the two of them are not the same! ’

So who does this Fei Yong have to do with?! ’

'Are there any people left in the house...... No, no, it's not a living person,' Mo Haiyou suddenly thought: "It's the one who is already dead, Fei Gu." ’

Fei Gu must have something to do with this Fei Yong, but isn't the clue interrupted in this way?

The people in the hospital are dying, and Fei Gu has become a dead person, who is the descendant of this Fei Yong between the two of them?

Mo Haiyou took out the smartphone in his pocket, he wanted to try again, whether he could get through to the phone on the mountain.

I've tried it once just now, but there is no signal at all, and I hope this time it will work.

Mo Haiyou dialed the phone number that Yun Yeyao had called by the dim light.

After a period of silence, a vague voice was transmitted on the other end of the phone, and a little signal was connected.

It was only after a fuzzy voice rang for a long time that the noisy voice of Yun Ye Yao came from the other end of the microphone again.

This time, though, his tone seemed to be more anxious than before.

“… Feed... Isn't it a small left...... Is it Xiao Zuo? Yun Yeyao couldn't wait to ask at the other end.

"Little Left...... We are ...... now" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Haiyou's calm voice.

Mo Haiyou suppressed his worries and anxieties with all his might, and tried to say to the other end of the phone in calm words:

"Yun Yeyao, can you hear me? I hope you'll listen carefully to every word I'm going to say now. ”

“…… Okay, Xiao Zuo, you can say it! Hurry up though... The signal here ...... Shake it a little... will disappear ......"

"I need you...... I know it's going to be hard, and it's going to be very scary, but I really need you to do it now, who is by your side, Mo Haiyou and Luo Yifan? ”

“…… It's Luo Yifan..."

"That's great! You hurry up and let Luo Yifan answer the phone! ”

"No... Luo Yifan is now ...... Helping me ......"

"What? I can't hear clearly! Doesn't he have a way to answer the phone? ”

“…… Yes"

"Then you can ask him for me...... Got it? Then the two of you have to ...... so that I can come up with the right answer here. ”

“……”

Before Mo Haiyou's voice fell, the other end of the phone had lost that pitiful signal, and the call was forced to be interrupted.

Mo Haiyou didn't even know if Yun Yeyao had heard what he was saying.

The only thing he could do was to wait for Yun Yeyao to find a little signal again, and then he would be able to call him back.

What was said on the phone was really too important, and it was absolutely impossible to draw arbitrary conclusions, and substantial evidence must be found.

But that evidence, Mo Haiyou didn't know if it was still in the Luoque House.

There were too many uncertain factors, Mo Haiyou frowned, and continued to look at the file in his hand.

Soon, he picked out five or six pieces of paper from them. and clipped them all into the black notebook that Mi Xiaodong left him.

In order to fully understand the past, the people recorded on these five or six pieces of paper had to be fully investigated, not only by themselves, but also by their children and grandchildren.

Mo Haiyou tried his best to ignore the blood that didn't drip from his terrifying face, and little by little he wanted to see his imaginary face.

However, similar is similar, and I always feel that something is not right.

Mo Haiyou picked up the phone again and dialed another phone number:

"Hey, is it Ms. Yuan?"

"Ahh It's me! Motoki's voice sounded exhausted, as if he hadn't recovered from his injuries.

"Ms. Yuan, hello, I am Mo Haiyou, the forensic doctor of the police station, who met you just night."

"Uh-huh, I know, what's the matter?" Motoki asked.

"Do you remember Fei Gu's appearance, can you describe his appearance to me, the more detailed the better."

"Hmm... Okay," after which Motoki Hibiscus carefully described what Fei Gu looked like and how he died.

Mo Haiyou listened quietly, but his eyebrows gradually revealed a look of disappointment. After a few moments, he hung up.

The short period of reasoning that had just been formed was no longer valid, and Mo Haiyou put it behind him and began to analyze and reason again.