"Bang-"

In the silence of the old stadium, there was a very slight sound, but it broke the silence.

The driver picked up the bullet casings on the ground with a handkerchief and walked towards Yu Jiaao, who was already lying on the ground. The night was already dark, and the faint street lamp gently shrouded the very vivid blood, which was extremely grotesque. He was silent for more than ten seconds, looking up at the night, the sun was setting in the west, and a gold star was shining brightly.

He put away the pistol, picked up the deflated basketball that had been prepared on the ground, and placed it 3 meters in front of Yu Jiaao. Silently staring at this strange "ritual", he turned and walked in the direction of Venus.

Ten minutes later, Yu Jiaao actually opened his eyes!

He gasped softly, and a sharp pain hit his entire nerves, but the drowsiness was so thick. Under the stalemate, there was a sense of anger and hatred in his heart, "Why you...... Why you...... Why ......"

He tried to move his right hand, but he didn't get any response, and vaguely, he saw that his right hand was so far away from him, so far away. He could only use his left hand, slowly stretching out, and gently gesturing on the ground.

Then he sneered viciously, "Let's ...... See you in hell ......"

Bend your head, and the final conscious picture is a slow-jumping basketball.

Time ticks by. Until one hour later, at 7 p.m., a group of elderly aunts came to the old stadium and prepared to square dance. When they saw this bloody scene, they instantly lost control and shouted "help-help-"

The police and ambulances arrived at the same time, and it was rare for the old stadium to be so lively. Blue-red converted headlights are brighter than street lights.

Doctors have concluded that the person is dead.

The police cordoned off the place and set up a cordon.

Kai Clicquot arrived at the scene earlier than Captain Zeng Jinchao, and he looked at the scene of the murder nervously, and soon beads of sweat slipped from the brim of his hat.

The north in November is whistling, bringing a hint of gloom. The moon sunk in thick clouds, and the faint street lamps brought the murder scene into view.

"What happened?" I have made great strides.

Triumphant pointed to the corpse, silent. Zeng Jinchao glanced at it and took a deep breath.

First of all, the identity of the deceased is too familiar to be revealed. It turned out to be Yu Jiaao, vice minister of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. I had seen it in the party class education carried out in the city in the past, and at that time, Zeng Jinchao whispered to the people next to him that this Deputy Minister Yu must be an anxious and very arrogant person. In the process of speaking, Yu Jiaao spoke quickly and very harshly, and often pointed his index finger at the audience when he talked about the key points.

And now it is seen again on such an occasion, and the shock is overwhelming. Because the identity is too important, then this case can be raised by several levels, and it has become a top priority to be solved.

Secondly, the modus operandi is very familiar. The place where Yu Jiaao died was in the open space of the basketball court of the old stadium, and his right hand was viciously chopped off and placed next to the basketball more than three meters away.

Isn't this scene set up the same as the case on the night of October 22? In other words, the possibility that the murderer is the same is very high.

"We ...... Now what? Kai Ge had no experience in this very important case, and asked the captain in an inquiring tone.

"People are dead, and identity is not so important. Continue to follow those methods of investigation. After a long time, Zeng Jinchao said in a deep voice. He had already expected that tomorrow he would be under pressure from inside and outside, as big as a mountain.

The corpse was transported, leaving traces to fix the line.

Zeng Jinchao squatted down and looked at the bright red blood, which was dazzlingly red. He half-squinted his eyes, and kept thinking about the problem.

Why did the murderer kill Yu Jiaao? And what kind of hatred is there between the two?

How did the murderer bring Jiaao here?

What exactly do these two murders have in common?

Why is the murderer so obsessed with basketball?

……

There are so many questions that are like spinning, peeling the brain into it little by little, leaving a suffocating pain.

"Captain, in this case, there has been a change in the placement of the body." Triumphant suddenly exclaimed.

Zeng Jinchao looked at this scene. It's still a basketball court, and it's still the murderer who cut off his right hand and put it next to the basketball, and he doesn't notice the difference.

"Captain, the body last time was placed at the three-point line shooting place, on the northwest side of the basketball hoop." Kai Ge pointed to the blood stains on the ground and swallowed, "This time there is a change, it is placed on the east side of the basketball hoop, and the line under the corpse is the boundary of the three-second line. ”

"Really?" Zeng and Jin also noticed the difference in this highlight.

Kai Clicquot looked nervous, because he also discovered an even more coincidental thing, which made him tremble in the depths of his bones, and whispered: "Captain, in these two cases, I found something unusual. ”

"What else?" Zeng Jinchao frowned.

"This shriveled basketball is all in the middle of the free throw area, and it was the same last time." Kai Ge swallowed again, his eyes revealing a hint of fear.

The north wind blew whirring, pouring into the body with the lethality of ignoring clothes, making people tremble uncontrollably.

"Also, I finally know what these locations mean." Veuve Clicquot first came to the three-point line, located on the northwest side of the basketball hoop, "based on the static position of the basketball on the court, here is generally -- generally a shooting guard, with scoring as the main task, second only to the small forward. ”

"And where the body fell now?" Zeng Jinchao pointed to the bloodstains and asked in a heavy tone.

"Represents - represents - " Triumph did not speak, bowing his head.

Zeng Jinchao shouted uneasily: "What does it represent? ”

"Represents the small forward. Their main responsibility is to be able to score, and to score from a distance. "The voice of triumph is buried in the north wind.

Zeng Jinjin felt a deep uneasiness in his soul, and this was the second time he had felt it in decades of practice. The first time I felt it, I heard the old captain mention to him, about the prison robbery in 1996, "most of the early warnings present died, and the blood flowed like ......"

The two of them wrapped their black coats tightly, hoping that the police uniforms could send a little warmth.

"What about the other locations?" Zeng Jinchao asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Captain, on the basketball court, there are still three positions!" Kaige suddenly said loudly and urgently, obviously frightened, "On the basketball court, there are point guards, power forwards and centers, and there are no dead people in these three places. ”

When the other policemen heard this, their eyes widened even more, and they couldn't believe this fantasy at all.

Zeng Jinchao took a deep breath of cool breeze, his lungs tightened violently, and he coughed in a hurry. After a long time, he suppressed his anger, "Don't talk nonsense!" How could there be? ”

Triumphant did not speak, his face drooping.

Although Zeng Jinchao didn't believe it, he rolled this passage tens of thousands of times in his mind, "There are point guards, power forwards and centers, and there are three places where there are no dead people...... There are three places where there are no dead people......"

This case is like a vigorous flame, attracting countless moths, who do not know it, but are about to tremble in the flames and turn into ashes.

Just as he was about to clean up the scene, a bloodstain caught Zeng Jinchao's attention.

The line is fixed according to the trace, which is written with the left hand. Yes, it was written.

A reversed "3", which is not very big.

Apparently not finished writing, there is a thread at the end of the mouth, which is connected to the left index finger. The left index finger is placed on the right side of the imprint.

"What does that mean?" Kai Clicquot filmed it and asked, "Was it left by the murderer?" ”

Zeng Jinchao covered his chin, "It shouldn't be, after the murderer cut off his right hand, he left." However, Yu Jiaao did not die, but briefly recovered, and with his last consciousness, he wrote this dyingmassage with his left hand. ”

"Death information?" Kaige was even more puzzled, "Then what does he want to express?" ”

"It should be the murderer's information, guiding us to find the murderer." Zeng Jinchao smiled lightly, "This information is very important." ”

Fifteen minutes after returning to the bureau, Zeng Jinchao held a meeting quickly.

In the conference room, don't look at the bright inside, behind closed doors, there is still a kind of cold, and it keeps coming up from the soles of your feet.

"This is the second homicide in our city, and I think everyone knows the identity of the deceased. From the moment the murder happens, our responsibility is many times greater than usual. We have to spend many times the time, many times the energy, and many times the pressure to solve this serial murder case. At the beginning of the ceremony, Zeng Jinchao explained the importance to the following colleagues very seriously.

Zeng Jinchao took out the whiteboard, and a half-court diagram of the basketball court had been placed on the whiteboard in advance. Zeng Jinchao took out the first photo and pasted it on the shooting guard for the sake of bravery. "This person was the head of the sports group of No. 1 Middle School, and died at home in Fengxingyuan 402, and the cause of death was ricin. Then he was driven by the murderer to the abandoned basketball court of Lao No. 2 Middle School in Yijiang District across the river. ”

took out the second photo, for Yu Jiaao, he posted the photo on the position of the small forward on the basketball court, "Yu Jiaao, vice minister of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, was murdered tonight." The medical examiner had already come to the initial conclusion that he had died by gunfire and had been shot twice in the lungs as well as three centimeters below the heart. Fortunately, the murderer left immediately, which also allowed Yu Jiaao to write a dyingmassage. He pulls out a third photo, a magnified, reversed "3".

Later, Zeng Jinchao drew a connecting line on the whiteboard in two photos, "These two people must be related, and the murderer is very resentful." So much so that you have to cut off your right hand and put it next to the basketball. ”

He looked at all his colleagues again, looking at their serious faces, "This incident is not trivial, we must find the murderer." Chances are, the killer will kill three more people to complete this murder case worthy of art! ”