In the corner of the dance floor there is a fifty centimeter high wooden platform, on which a piano and some musical instruments are placed, and a woman is adjusting the piano.

Yin Zhuojun walked up to the woman and muttered a few words to her, and the two of them walked towards the bar.

"Comrade Han, this is the pianist Meng Peizhu, she is very familiar."

Han Lingling handed the mock portrait to Meng Peizhu.

Meng Peizhu took the simulated portrait and looked at it carefully for more than a minute: "I have an impression of this person." This man hasn't been here for more than a year. ”

"How much do you know about her?"

"There is a small black mole between her (his 0's eyebrows) that is not obvious, and if you add another mole to the portrait, it will look more like her (him)."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Last summer. He or she is a transgender person. ”

Han Lingling was inexplicably surprised, this was something she didn't expect, and everyone didn't expect. Many of the doubts of the past seem to have a reasonable explanation.

"Transgender? How do you know? ”

Han Lingling felt that this information was very important, and the autopsy concluded that the deceased was a man, and the comrades found ten fifty centimeters of hair on the deceased's body, and after DMA identification, the ten long hairs and the deceased's short hair belonged to the same person. Han Lingling seems to have found "95. 8。 3 Murderer Case".

"She spoke in a peculiar voice—she rarely spoke, and her voice came out of her throat. It's striky, but it doesn't sound very natural. ”

Gan Dejun and You Damei also described it this way.

"Miss Meng, can we go outside and talk?" Several women suddenly appeared in front of the bar, and one of them was staring directly at Han Lingling's face. Han Lingling had a feeling of thorns in her back, which was very uncomfortable. The bar was getting more and more crowded, the voices were getting louder, and the couches around the dance floor were starting to get crowded. In this environment, the conversation cannot go on any longer.

"Yes."

The two of them walked out of the bar and came to a newsstand, it was not completely dark, Han Lingling looked at her watch, the time was a quarter past seven.

"Miss Meng, when you last saw this person, what clothes was she (him) wearing?"

"A dress -- it's a light green dress. He (she) has a good figure, but from her figure, you can see that he (she) is a man. ”

The only difference was the clothes, the clothes on the deceased's body, a white long-sleeved shirt on the top, and coffee-colored trousers on the bottom.

"Why?"

"Her breasts, although prominent, are unnatural, and her buttocks are narrower, which is more noticeably different from a woman's buttocks. With a little attention, it's not hard to spot. Her feet are also much larger than those of the average woman. Despite this, she is still very popular here, and she is targeted by several people as soon as she arrives. ”

Han Lingling clearly remembered that the deceased's leather shoes were forty-one.

"Is there anything special about her?"

"She has very white skin, well-proportioned facial features, a tall figure, and is very beautiful."

"What's her height?"

"One meter seventy looks."

The height of the deceased was between 1.68 and 1.69 meters, which is the height after the long hair was cut off.

"How old is she?"

"About thirty-six."

This is consistent with the conclusion of the autopsy and Guo Lao's opinion.

"At first, I wasn't sure he was transgender, but coincidentally, Xiao Shao, the foreman of our bar, recognized him or her."

"It's an important situation."

"Xiao Shao's father works in the plastic surgery department of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and once, Xiao Shao brought a friend to talk to her father about plastic surgery, and at that time, Xiao Shao's father was talking to this person about sex reassignment. When this person came to the perfume bar for the first time, Xiao Shao recognized him (her) at a glance. ”

"Can you invite Xiao Shao out?"

"Wait a minute." Miss Meng walked into the bar.

After a while, Miss Meng led a woman about twenty-five years old out.

Xiao Shao did know the person on the analogue portrait.

"Later, who did he or she get along?"

"A very fashionably dressed woman, a little bit shorter than her. Xiao Shao, am I right? ”

"Yes."

"What's her name?"

"I'm sorry, but no one with us knows what their names are, and no one gives their real names - this involves individuals."

"Do you remember what this man looked like?"

"I was impressed. She's a regular visitor to our place – every few days. ”

"If you were to see her again, would you recognize her?"

"You should be able to recognize it." Miss Meng said.

Xiao Shao nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, when do you have time?"

"Our industry operates mainly in the afternoon and evening, with a morning break."

"That's—I'll pick you up tomorrow morning to meet someone."

"Okay, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, we'll be waiting for you here." Miss Meng said.

"Miss Shao, we want to go to your father in the Plastic Surgery Department of Dazhong Hospital, can you help us?"

"That's no problem, you wait a minute, I'll arrange it, and then I'll take you there."

"Will it delay your work?"

"So be it! Xiao Shao, I'll arrange it, and you can take them now. ”

"Xiangdong, you quickly call Captain Ouyang and ask him to rush to the Dazhong Hospital to round with us."

Turn left and walk east towards the place where you parked.

When Han Lingling said goodbye to Meng Peizhu, night had fallen.

Half an hour later, the three of them rushed to the Shanxi Road Dazhong Hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, a person greeted him, and he was Director Shao.

Two minutes later, a car sped up.

The car was not yet stable, and three people jumped out of the car, these three people were Ouyang Ping, Liu Dayu and Chen Jie.

After Xiao Shao's brief introduction, Director Shao led five people into his office.

Director Shao recognized the person on the simulated portrait at a glance. He pulled out a file bag from the filing cabinet.