Wu Ming pondered for a long time, feeling as if he knew the method of poisoning. Noodles are the things that grandpa knows the most about cooking, and they are also the things that are eaten most often, so the person who poisoned them made what the victims often ate, and the victims were very familiar with the murderer.

Just pondering, Jin Zhiai came back from the Physical Evidence Division, his face was a little excited, the Physical Evidence Division had made some progress, and seeing Wu Ming in a daze, he smiled and said to Wu Ming: "This is a serial murder case." The murderer was poisoned, and even the food in the victim's stomach was the same, I just don't understand how the murderer could be familiar with both people? ”

Because the murderer was their customer, he looked for a monk to tell fortunes, and an iron operator to read feng shui. It's not a matter of a day or two, he often gives food to Enlightenment and Iron Operator, and then adds poison to the food when he wants to kill them. ”

"We've thought about that, but unfortunately, they're trading in cash, and they don't have any ledgers or anything like that, so who are their customers at all? I don't even know who the same person is in this customer? ”

Wu Ming sighed, was stunned for a long time, and didn't have any good suggestions, so he told Jin Zhiai that he was going to go back to sleep, Jin Zhiai nodded, and said that the test results of those people's bones would come out in a few days.

When he walked out, Wu Ming felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and he didn't eat in the morning, so he drank a cup of coffee on an empty stomach. Wu Ming himself felt that he should eat something, and his first choice was noodles, but because of the nightmare, as soon as he saw the noodles, Wu Ming thought of those poisonous insects and poisonous snakes and the like. Subconsciously thought of it, the smoked chicken eaten at Li Deshun's tasted good, and there was a sacrificial taste in it.

"Food?"

Wu Ming suddenly had this word in his mind, so he hurriedly asked Jin Zhiai: "Sister, the last food that those two dead people eat will not be chicken." ”

"Ahh

Jin Zhiai listened to it and looked at Wu Ming dumbfounded, the rest of the food in his stomach was really chicken, but Jin Zhiai didn't remember what he said to Wu Ming.

Looking at Wu Ming's expression, Wu Ming said badly, this person obviously hates fortune tellers, and poisons people with chicken, which is one of the foods often eaten by the deceased. If you think about it this way, Li Deshun is also a fortune teller, and some people often give him chicken to eat. That chicken smelled of a sacrifice, not because the chicken had sacrificed to the dead, but because the chicken had been put together with the murderous chicken.

The mourners follow their feelings, go with their hearts, believe that everything in the dark is connected, and they will figure out the omen before the disaster. So after Wu Ming figured it out, his heart trembled, he guessed that the next victim was Li Deshun, and this time Wu Ming especially hoped that his feelings were wrong.

Hearing Wu Ming shouting badly, Jin Zhiai knew what Wu Ming had thought, and hurriedly asked Wu Ming what was wrong? Wu Ming said: "I think the murderer's next target will be Li Deshun, but I have no evidence." ”

"Evidence is a fart, when do you still need evidence, and you're not a policeman."

This voice woke up Wu Ming, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and had more contact with the police, so he naturally thought of evidence. Actually, what does this catch do with people and themselves, grandpa doesn't often say that our funeral people are responsible for saving people's lives, as for whether there is a crime or not, it is ordered by the official dinner, and what does it have to do with himself.

"I need to go back quickly."

"I'll go with you."

Jin Zhiai drove Wu Ming back in a police car, and when he entered the house, Wu Ming asked Li Deshun: "Is there any smoked chicken left?" ”

"No, I drank yesterday."

"Who gave you this chicken?"

Li Deshun nodded at Jin Zhiai, Jin Zhiai didn't speak, but the blind man's ears were sensitive, and he could tell who Jin Zhiai was from the sound of Jin Zhiai's footsteps. I wanted to say hello to the police officer, but Wu Ming was like a chicken pecking rice, asking endlessly, so he said impatiently: "Didn't you say that the children of the old Zhou family in Qilitun?" ”

"What's his name?"

"I really don't know this, because my life is not good, when I was a child, I named Tiedan, and I usually call him Danzi. What's wrong? You keep asking Danzi, what's wrong with Danzi? He had a doom in his life. ”

Wu Ming didn't say anything, he glanced at Jin Zhiai, Jin Zhiai smiled and said, "That's enough, I can find out who this iron egg is." ”

"What are you doing checking eggs?"

"Suspect he killed someone."

Li Deshun was stunned for a long time and didn't speak: "Danzi, what is he killing people for?" ”

"I don't know."

Jin Zhiai left after getting the information, and spent several days investigating the person in Qilitun, this person's name is Zhou Changsheng, who works as a manager in an advertising company, and is a small white-collar worker with a worry-free life. But I love to like fortune telling, trade feng shui. Moreover, Lao Zhou's family opened a smoked chicken shop in Qilitun, he went home to see his parents in half a month, and when he came back, he would always bring six or seven roast chickens, he had no object, and his parents were afraid that he would not be able to eat.

The most important thing is that Zhou Changsheng and the fortune teller have no hatred, he has spent some money, but compared with the salary, it is all tips. He had not been deceived, nor was he mentally ill, and he had no reason to kill.

This time, even Jin Zhiai felt that Wu Ming was mistaken.

Moreover, the Physical Evidence Division gave a very important evidence that the smoked chicken was made of brown sugar, and although the poison in the stomachs of the two deceased was chicken, there was no component of brown sugar. Obviously, poisoning people with smoked chickens is also not valid.

Even if the police have no evidence, they can even prove that Zhou Changsheng is not the murderer, but Wu Ming firmly believes that the murderer is Zhou Changsheng.

At night, it was the night shift again, Wu Ming wanted to resign in order to, this continuous night shift made him a little unbearable, but Li Deshun said, don't be able to endure this hardship, pick and choose, you can't do anything for a long time, so after that, how to do big things.

On this day, Wu Ming was sleeping when he heard Li Deshun in the outhouse say, "Danzi, why are you here?" ”

Hearing the word egg, Wu Ming got up with a grunt, walked out, and saw Zhou Changsheng. Zhou Changsheng wears glasses and is polite, although his chin is a little long, his forehead is full and round, and he looks like a smart person.

Li Deshun said that there was a catastrophe in Zhou Chang's life, but Wu Ming couldn't see it. Li Deshun helped Wu Ming make a brief introduction, Wu Ming walked over and shook hands with Zhou Changsheng, he couldn't help but sniff, he smelled a faint smell, this smell is the smell of a dead man, but because he has been dead for a long time, the taste begins to fade.

Moreover, this smell is exactly the same as what Wu Ming smelled when he was enlightened.