Ouyang Ping stiffened a carp and got up from the bed: "What is the result?" ”

"Two hairs are the same person."

Three people, you look at me, I look at you, and even they themselves can't believe that the dead person is actually a woman.

"No wonder Mr. Zhao and his wife and Gan Dejun can't remember who it is? Dare is that the information provided by the analogue is incomplete, and even incorrect - and very incorrect. ”

"Yes! Faced with this simulated portrait, it is impossible for Aunt Zhao and Gan Dejun to think of this person, because the simulated portrait has fixed the deceased as a man. Chen Jie said.

Human thinking has a strong directionality, and it is precisely because of this orientation that a lot of information may be blocked.

"Apparently, after the killer killed the deceased, he shaved all of her hair." Liu Dayu said.

"Why did the murderer do this?" Chen Jie said.

"In case the matter is revealed, just by baldness, the police investigation can be led astray, in fact, the murderer's purpose has been achieved, if Ouyang didn't think so deeply and wanted to solve this case, it would be almost impossible." Liu Dayu said.

"According to this, the clothes and shoes on the deceased's body, including the lighter, wallet and belt on the deceased's body, were deliberately changed by the murderer." Chen Jie said.

"The murderer is very cunning, and he has some experience in counter-reconnaissance." Liu Dayu said.

"Yes! He was not worried about the body being found in a short period of time. He feared that sooner or later he would be discovered, and once the body was completely degraded, no one would doubt the sex of the deceased. Even if they are found within a short period of time, the hair and clothing of the deceased will lead the police to a dead end. Ouyang Ping said.

"Ouyang, in that case, why don't we redraw a simulated portrait?"

"Da Yu, we thought of a piece. Let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast, and after breakfast, we go to the technical department. ”

Before seven o'clock, Liu Wenbin walked into the duty room, and he came to take over again.

The three of them walked straight towards the cafeteria.

The three of them each asked for two steamed buns, two tea eggs, and two fried dough sticks, and they wanted to have a good breakfast. During this period of time, the case has not been settled, and their appetite is not very good, this is the first, what about the second? The comrades of the technical section did not go to work until eight o'clock, so the three of them had to be patient and devote all their efforts to this breakfast. All three of them realized that after this breakfast, all their thoughts would be poured into their work. Once they enter the work, the comrades are like clocks on a clock, and I don't know when they will have such a calm and even a little lazy mood.

At 7:50, three people walked into the technical section of Building 4.

The office doors were opening one after another, and some of the people who arrived first were getting ready for work, fetching water, wiping tables, and mopping the floor.

The door to the office of the imaging group of the technical section also opened, and three people walked into the office, and a female comrade was wiping the table.

"Captain Ouyang, are you looking for a Menggong?"

"Yes, Li Ping, you came so early."

"Captain Ouyang, you sit for a while, Meng Gong must be on the way here, I call him, and say that you are waiting for him in the office." Meng Ping walked over to the telephone.

At that time, the means of communication, in addition to landlines, were BB machines.

Ouyang Ping looked at his watch: "I don't need it!" He'll be there in a moment. ”

"I'm worried he'll be delayed by something else."

"Okay, then you can call Menggong."

After about three minutes, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway.

Ouyang Ping stood up, and before he walked out of the door, a person rushed into the office, he was Meng Gong Meng Xiaobai, about forty years old, his face was full of sweat. “95。 8。 3 Homicide "The simulated portrait of the victim is his masterpiece.

"Ouyang, say quickly, what task?" Meng Xiaobai panted.

"You bring up this mock-up portrait and give him long hair."

"What's the situation?" Meng Xiaobai looked at the three people with puzzled eyes.

"The deceased may have been a woman who, after the killer killed her, cut off her long hair."

"This case is not simple! Wait a minute, you'll be done in twenty minutes. ”

"There are a few hairstyles."

"I understand."

Meng Xiaobai turned on the computer and called up the simulated portrait of the deceased, and he chose five hairstyles for the deceased, the first one, the hair was tied at the back of the head, and a single braid; In the second, the hair is scattered and only the face leaks out; The third, the hair is spread out on a large scale, and only two-thirds of the face is exposed, and in the mid-nineties, many girls chose this hairstyle; Fourth, the hair is spread out, and a little Liuhai is added to the forehead, and Liuhai is to the right; The fifth, Liuhai to the left, and the others are the same as the fourth.

Next to the computer, there is an inkjet printer, and Meng Xiaobai prints ten copies of each one. It took only fifteen minutes.

At 8:05, a police car drove out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, Liu Dayu sat in the driver's seat, Ouyang Ping sat in the passenger seat, and Chen Jie and Han Lingling sat in the back seat.

The four of them went to Gan Dejun's house first, because Gan's house was relatively close.

Both Gan Dejun and his wife were sleeping at home, and they knocked on the door twice before knocking on it.

"Gan Dejun, when has this been? You're still sleeping at home. ”

"Let Captain Ouyang smile, neither of us nor we have a serious job, so we slept a little more in the morning."

The couple must have stayed up late last night.

After the couple had tidied up their outfits, mainly Gandejun's wife, they sat down peacefully in their chairs.

When Han Lingling handed the simulated portrait to Gan Dejun, the couple's eyes suddenly became weird, they first looked at each other, then at Ouyang Ping, and finally on the simulated portrait. They turned the five simulated portraits upside down and looked at them several times before finally picking out one of them.

Although the couple didn't say anything, the four of them had already got the answer from the expressions and movements of the couple, and they must have searched for the person on the simulated portrait from memory.

"Gan Dejun, do you want to say anything?"

"This man—we've seen him." You Da Mei Dao.

"Who is this person?"

"This person is the last girlfriend that Zhao Qianqian brought back. Husband, what do you say? ”

"Da Mei is right, this is the last woman Zhao Qianqian brought back to the Chen family's compound."

Ouyang Ping's analysis is right, gender limits the thinking space of Gan Dejun and his wife, the couple have seen the last girlfriend that Zhao Qianqian brought home, and the simulated portrait is a man, so, in their memory, only the facial features of this person, they have indeed seen this face, and when the simulated portrait turns a long hair into a short hair, they can no longer associate the person in the simulated portrait with the person in their memory.