Mu Sen subconsciously covered his mouth, and then ignored everything else, and asked Mo Ziyan directly: "Have these things been passed on?" ”

Mo Ziqi shook his head slightly and said, "Not yet." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThese photos were sent directly to the newspaper, and luckily, the person who received the photos happened to be a good friend of mine. My family's subordinate company has dealings with their newspaper, and after a few contacts, I think this person is not bad. He was the first to inform me and gave me his copy. If I hadn't suppressed this matter in time, then today's headlines must be this. ”

Mu Sen bit his lower lip and asked, "How long can this matter be suppressed?" ”

Mo Ziqi replied truthfully: "If it goes well, a week." Because even if the reporter I know doesn't say it, there will be other people who will continue to spread it. There was no impermeable wall, and it was uncertain whether he was the only one who read the newspaper at that time. Once someone digs up the location of this incident, it is impossible to suppress the rest of the matter. ”

"So...... We have another week to go. Mu Sen looked at the photo in his hand and couldn't help frowning even tighter. Now his uncomfortable expression is not because of the case, but because of the things in the photo.

In the photo, it is a human head. But if it's just a human head, there shouldn't be anything unacceptable to Mu Sen. But the only thing that is special is ...... The human head had been fried.

Mu Sen shook the photo in his hand, turned his head and asked Mo Zitong: "Why did that reporter give you this thing?" ”

Mo Ziyan smiled, sat on the sofa on the edge of the bed and replied, "Driven by interests." Originally, he thought that he had seized the big news and wanted to avoid the newspaper to do this business alone. Because you know me, you want to ask me to help analyze the situation of the corpse from the photos. But as soon as I saw the piece of paper under the head, I took it off and gave him a hush money to assure him that it wouldn't make news. ”

Mu Sen didn't look at the piece of paper that Mo Ziqi said in a hurry, but asked instead: "Are you so sure that he will shut up after taking the money?" ”

Mo Zitong coldly and arrogantly hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Sure." Because I gave him ten times as much as he would have earned by doing this news alone. Do as I say, get money, get a promotion, get a raise. If he breaks the agreement, I will make him unable to find a similar job in China. If it were you, what would you choose? ”

Mussen didn't say anything more, because if it was a L game, it might seem like a big deal to them, but to uninformed reporters, the photos would only be treated as an ordinary corpse mutilation. No matter how exaggerated it is, at best, it is a special perverted corpse shredding case. Therefore, if there are huge interests in front of them, then reporters should not waste money and future for a piece of broken news.

Mu Sen flipped through the photos and finally found the note that Mo Zitong said. Unlike the previous high-profile flaunting of his murderous aesthetics, there are only two simple words on the note: start.

The paper, the typesetting, the layout, and the font made Mu Sen see at a glance that this was from L's hand. Again, there is no deadline for writing, but this time, they themselves will solve the case before the fried head becomes a domestic headline. The previous incident of Chen Jun has already damaged the image of the police, and if such a perverted murder occurs again not long after, it will inevitably cause panic. The people's trust in the police will be lower and lower. Although Mu Sen is not a member of the police, he will always be on the side of the "positive".

Mu Sen pointed to the head in the photo and asked Mo Zidi, "How is it, can I look at the photo for an autopsy?" Are there any clues that we normal people can't see? ”

Mo Zitong glanced at Mu Sen, and then said slowly: "The head in the photo, the hair is charred and condensed, and the facial skin is scorched and coagulated by heat and extremely tight. Part of the epidermis is peeled off, the pinna and ear holes are narrowed, and the eyes are cracked and closed. This head should have just been cut off and put into the oil pot. The perpetrators are ruthless and have no human conscience. He's either a professional killer or ...... It's just a pure neurosis. ”

Mu Sen sat lazily on the bed, looked at Mo Ziqi with a smile on his face and said, "Doctor Mo, you really can, now there is no need for a corpse for autopsy?" You can conclude that the perpetrator is a psychopath by looking at the photo twice? Then tell me, could this be done by L's own hands? ”

Mo Zidi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't think so." l The characteristic of the corpse fragment is that more than 1,000 pieces of corpse pieces are stacked neatly and meticulously. He has his own set of rules that will not be easily disrupted. Or maybe he's a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. He kills people with great elegance, he shouldn't do this kind of thing of cutting off his head and throwing it into the oil pot, right? Let's just say that the deceased's hair is tangled together, I'm afraid he won't be able to look at it. In L's eyes, this is probably a very low-level, unaesthetic act of killing. ”

Mu Sen rubbed his eyes, then looked at Mo Ziqi fixedly and said, "I've been in retreat for two days, and my brain is getting more and more incomprehensible. And you seem to be getting more and more aware now. ”

Mo Zitong laughed, then stood up and said, "If you don't eat again, the little IQ you have left is estimated to be consumed." Hurry up and wash your face, I'll wait for you in the restaurant downstairs. ”

Mu Sen stretched his waist and finally got out of bed. It's time for the state that has been languishing for a few days to end. Looking back at the photos on the bed, Mu Sen smiled bitterly and thought in his heart: How can a normal person be able to eat while looking at these?

However, in order to make his brain turn quickly, Mu Sen still came downstairs after a hurried wash. Mo Zidi had already set the meal and sat there as if he was waiting for him.

When Mu Sen sat down and looked at the dishes on the table, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Why are there so many fried things?" Zi ...... Eating this is not good for the body. ”

"Ah, yes. But once or twice once in a while, it's okay. You taste it, the exterior is brown, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender. Mo Ziqi disapplauded and put a piece of fried chicken into Mu Sen's bowl.

Mu Sen swallowed his saliva, and unconsciously remembered the fried human head just now. Perhaps, that thing is similar to what Mo Zitong just described...... Shaking his head, Mu Sen felt that he had lived with this forensic friend for a long time, and he had begun to become more and more abnormal.

While eating, Mu Sen and Mo Zitong studied the problem of the fried skull case.

"Zi Di, you don't think L did it, so how did he shoot this thing? It can't be discussed with the murderer and take pictures, right? Mu Sen said vaguely as he put the food in his mouth.

Mo Ziqi moved his chopsticks elegantly and analyzed in an orderly manner: "It's not that I want to mention that incident, but I want to remind you that L can freely enter and leave the court to kill people, so what else can't he reach?" Perhaps, it was the murderer who was discovered by L in the process of throwing the body. Or, L secretly watched the murderer dump the body from behind. After the murderer left, these photos were taken. ”

Mu Sen devoured his meal, regardless of whether he was disgusting or not, he was really hungry these days. Although the mouth is occupied, the brain is not idle. He said while eating: "Even so, the possibility that he personally committed the crime cannot be ruled out." The way he killed Chen Jun was to cut his throat, and now it is normal to escalate to beheading. But the crux of the matter is, with such a head, how can we check? ”

Without waiting for Mo Zidi to reply, Mu Sen said again: "Zidi, you go and contact the police force, let them send out the news, and search for the nearest missing person nationwide." ”

"National? Mu Sen, do you know how many people go missing in China every year? More than 10 million! The police are not omnipotent, and if you ask for this, there will be no results in the investigation next year. Mo Zitong did not shy away from saying this not-so-beautiful fact.

But Mu Sen waved his chopsticks and said, "No, no, my purpose is not really to investigate the missing person. Instead, I let L know in this way that I intervened in this matter. As for the golden head that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, you don't have to worry, I already know roughly where his incident is. ”

"Oh?" Mo Zidi's eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect that Mu Sen, who had been eating Haisai nonsense, would be able to find the clue to the place of the incident so quickly.

Mu Sen put down the clean dishes and chopsticks he was eating, wiped his mouth, and said, "The position where the head was placed looks like it was on a tiled floor, which proves that at least one of the corpse mutilation sites or removal sites is indoors." But in my opinion, the place where the corpse was mutilated should be indoors. Because there is no outdoor attachment on this skull, and there is no way to cut it off and throw it directly into the oil pot as you said. Right? Next, there was a corner of a cardboard box in the upper left corner of the photo, and I looked at the logo, and it was a fruit. But it's a fruit that only grows in Y City. With us, it's hard to buy box by box. ”

Mozzen looked at Mussen in surprise and began to think back to the photos. Probably people are like that, when something shocks you on a screen, all your attention and insight will be focused on that thing, and you will ignore the rest. What's more, that head also occupies seven-tenths of the entire photo frame.

Looking at Mo Zidi's slightly surprised appearance, Mu Sen grinned and said, "Not only that, the owner of this head should not be a poor man. Even, it's likely to be a relatively wealthy person. ”

"How do you know?" Mo Ziqi asked. Just that unrecognizable head, without any features, without any ornaments, and fried, can reveal the information of wealth and poverty?

"Because, after being fried, the more the face shrinks, the more oil, moisture and fat there is in the head. I can't say that the poor don't have fat people, but this should be a fat-headed guy with big ears. Hehe, can you serve me a bowl of soup? With that, Mu Sen handed the bowl to Mo Zidi.