Song Yunzhe put on gloves and gently swiped his index finger across the neck of the corpse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The overall direction of the flesh surface of the wound converges from both ends to the middle, according to the shape, some are similar to tools such as scissors, and the bone stubble is neat and flat, and can cut off the neck of a person so cleanly and quickly, even with tools such as scissors, the murderer should have great arm strength, and according to the inferences of the cuts, the part holding or fixing the murder weapon should not be much higher than the victim, about fifteen to twenty centimeters."

Seeing Song Yunzhe start to examine the body, Director Cai, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth and said, This is obviously the result of yesterday's autopsy. Although they are all fixed conclusions, from the tone of the voice, Director Cai seems to vaguely not think that this is a man-made event.

"What do you mean, Director Yicai?" Song Yunzhe glanced at Chen Mo, who was not speaking on the side, and then looked at Director Cai and said.

"I can only say that I did my duty to say the conclusion, and it is not appropriate to mix personal thoughts in the middle, not to mention that according to the death of another deceased person at that time and the video, it does not look like some fixed instrument committed the crime, but it seems that there is an invisible strong man who committed the crime." Director Cai pushed his glasses, although he said that he did not mix personal opinions, but in the end he still said a lot, obviously this case was so strange that the forensic uncle couldn't help but say a few more words.

Listening to Director Cai's words, Chen Mo couldn't help frowning, except for Xie Xiaorui, there was a washerghost next to the morgue bed around.

"Which one is the other body?" Chen Mo asked.

Director Cai pointed to the morgue window opposite.

Chen Mo immediately went up and lifted the shroud, and sure enough, the girl lying on the morgue bed only had half of her head left, and the other piece was not spliced, but only placed next to the broken head.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo walked to the position of the head of the morgue bed, and the washerman lowered his head at the moment and stared at the position of the girl's face quietly, as if he could really see it. It wasn't until he walked in that Chen Mo found that there seemed to be a faint gray line on the corpse of the washerman and the girl, and the gray line gathered from the girl's corpse and flowed backwards to the washerman's face.

Chen Mo's face turned cold, and he reached out to touch the gray line, but the result was still like touching those monsters usually, without the slightest interference.

Then the handle rose along the gray line to the washerman's face, still straight through, and the washerman's face did not even change a little superfluously.

"What is he doing?" Director Cai said to Song Yunzhe with a somewhat ugly face.

At this moment, in this kind of place, Chen Mo's behavior is a little creepy even for Director Cai, who has been working here all year round.

"It's fine." Song Yunzhe was also taken aback by Chen Mo's movements, and then reacted that Chen Mo seemed to see something, and said perfunctorily.

"Let's go!" Chen Mo turned his head to look at the two of them and said lightly.

Song Yunzhe was noncommittal, re-covered the shroud, and the three of them walked out.

Leaving the forensic department, Song Yunzhe lit another cigarette while sitting in the car.

"Smoke?" Seeing Chen Mo looking over, Song Yunzhe opened his mouth to ask, and Chen Mo naturally shook his head.

"I never smoked before, but what happened in the past two days... Forget it, tell me, what did you just see? Song Yunzhe asked.

"In some Western ghost legends, there is a monster called the washerman, who looks like a woman, with webbed hands and feet, and always wears a blood-stained white dress all day long, which in the legend represents death or bad luck. It's a little bit different, and I only saw this monster today, and it was just in the morning. Chen Mo said lightly.

"What does that mean?" Song Yunzhe's face couldn't help but become solemn.

"There are not many unclassic monsters in the West circulating on the Internet, but I just saw that there is a washerman standing next to the head of each corpse that has died horizontally, and it seems that they are drawing something from the corpse, but there is no one next to Xie Xiaorui, what does this mean? Why did the clown find Xie Xiaorui, and what made Officer Xie rush home and mysteriously disappear? Let me put it this way, you should go and find out who Officer Xie contacted last night, and there must be clues in Officer Xie's house that you haven't noticed! ”

Chen Mo's words made Song Yunzhe take a deep breath, and Officer Xie's book couldn't help but appear in his mind again, and he took a deep puff of the cigarette and then snuffed it out.

"Let's go, let's go to Xie Mansion again."

Chen Mo wanted to continue to say something, the rumors of the washerman made his uneasy feeling in his heart thicker and thicker, the shadow in the fire four years ago seemed to be gradually clear, he was not a virgin, he was not interested in putting himself in for others, but... Whispers!

Pinching the armrest on the car door, Chen Mo finally fell silent.

Xie Zhai, Xie Xiaorui's tragic death and the sudden disappearance of Officer Xie seem to have cast a gloomy aura over this house.

Although everything happened only yesterday, it suddenly felt as if the house had been vacant for a long, long time.

The house is an old-fashioned two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen and one-bathroom structure, and the space of about 80 square meters is dressed up quite warmly. Put on the shoe cover and touch the furniture with your fingertips.

"Lao Xie is a more particular person, the desk is always clean, and the home will not be bad!" Song Yunzhe said on the side.

"No, do you have a feeling that Officer Xie's house seems to be much older, as if no one has lived in it for a long time." Chen Mo twisted his fingertips, and there was no trace of ash on them, but inexplicably he felt that there seemed to be a lot of dust in this room.

"Feelings? It's a little, how can it feel that way? Do you see what's going on here? Song Yunzhe's face was also a little unpleasant, he had also entered here in the morning, and the feeling at that time was completely different from now, it seemed that in just a few hours, the time in the house had accelerated countless times. The sun was already setting outside the window, and Song Yunzhe even had the illusion that when he opened the door again, a long time had passed outside.

Chen Mo didn't answer, just quietly walked around several rooms, and finally stopped in Xie Xiaorui's bedroom, looking at the photo of Xie Xiaorui who was prevented by the bedside, and inexplicably felt that the color of the photo seemed to have faded a little.

"Lao Xie disappeared from here?" Song Yunzhe followed in, and said with a change in his face. Walking into Xie Xiaorui's room, I obviously felt that the old feeling around me was even more aggravated, and the girl's room, which was originally warmly dressed, seemed to have become tattered at the moment.

"It should be, what's that?" Chen Mo's gaze was drawn to a wooden board on Xie Xiaorui's desk.