Mo Zitong looked at the huge black umbrella on the surveillance screen, and couldn't help but be surprised: "This, what kind of ...... is this?"

If you say it subconsciously, you will lack some thinking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoActually, it's not that he doesn't know, and the person who appears in the picture is a person. It's just that Mo Zidi, who knows too much about human anatomy, can't believe that it is L, how could he appear and move back and forth in this way?

The surveillance camera is shot from the top down, so the angle of the picture will be more exaggerated. That's it...... It's like a two- or three-year-old child, holding a huge black umbrella, staggering by.

Mu Sen habitually narrowed his eyes, he looked at the strange picture and said hesitantly: "He's not alone......

"He's not alone? What does this mean? Mo Ziqi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's an adult walking by with his body curled up to the greatest extent possible, squatting on the ground with an umbrella. This is definitely not l...... He has an extraordinary pursuit of perfection. Even when it comes to killing, he pays attention to aesthetics, and it is impossible for him to allow himself to 'appear' in such an image, let alone allow himself to appear in front of me like this. So...... It is possible that he is not alone, and all the while, there may be another person who is helping him. As he spoke, Mu Sen frowned again and said, "Of course, this may be ...... It's someone he's hired temporarily, like the kid who delivered the letter last time. Maybe...... It was his admirers...... The goal is to create more alibi evidence for him, so that he can almost perfectly not appear in the eyes of the police and us. Never mind...... Let's go back first. Mu Sen shook the envelope in his hand and glanced at Mo Zitong.

Because Mu Sen found that the security guards of the property were already dumbfounded, they couldn't understand what Mu Sen and Mo Zidi were talking about, let alone why such a "black umbrella monster" appeared out of thin air in their surveillance video.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mussen decided to go back and read the letter first.

"Everything in this world has an expiration date, love, desire, money, corpses...... They all disappear and decay over time.

Sigmund Freud once said: Man is an imbecile creature governed by the instinct of desire. I think this sentence is absolutely true.

Mussen, you and I are the same. Your desire is to find your so-called truth, so this desire/desire governs you to do everything you are doing now. And my wish...... It's up to you to find out for yourself.

Go ahead, nursery 34, there's something you're looking for.

By the way, do you know what is the hardest thing to preserve in human tissue? ”

In just a few lines, Mu Sen sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette while watching silently. After he finished reading it, he turned his head to look at Mo Ziqi and said, "This last question, I think he obviously asked me to ask you." Zidi, what is it exactly? ”

Mo Zitong took the letter, and after reading it quickly, he immediately replied decisively: "It's eyes." I think the most difficult thing to preserve in human tissue is the eyeball. Because it's 80 percent moisture. ”

That said, the case may be related to eyeballs. l will not give hints for no reason, and every hint he gives is related to the focus of a case. Zidi, I think it's time for us to go again. Mu Sen looked at Mo Ziqi with some apologies, they had hardly rested recently.

Mo Zitong didn't mind, picked up the car key and said with a smile: "Let's go, No. 34 nursery." I'm going to see if it's full of eyeballs. ”

Nursery No. 34 was located on the outskirts, and when they arrived, it was already dusk again.

The area of the nursery is not small, and in order to avoid traces of damage, they can only park the car outside.

After Mu Sen got out of the car, he looked at the bloody remnant sun in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "The sun rises and the moon sets in nature, and it never pays attention to what happens in the world. Hey, Zi Di, we're going to have to find what L wants us to find before it gets dark. If it's really an eyeball, then I'm afraid I'll have to shrink into a specimen if I wait another night. ”

"The area of the nursery is not small, if he wants us to find a few pots of 'potted eyeballs', then we won't be able to find them until it gets dark tomorrow." Mo Zitong looked at the huge nursery garden and sensibly reminded Mu Sen of the situation in front of him.

Mu Sen pursed his lips and suddenly said, "Zi Di, give me that letter." ”

Mo Ziqi took out the envelope from a file bag and handed it to Mu Sen. As long as they can, they will try to preserve the evidence as much as possible. Maybe one time, you can find L's fingerprint?

Mussen took out the envelope and stationery, then leaned close to his nose and sniffed it carefully. That way, Mo Zitong couldn't help but cry and laugh when he saw it.

"Mussen, are you a police dog? If you can find L by smell, we don't have to be so embarrassed anymore. ”

Mu Sen ignored Mo Zidi's ridicule, and continued to smell the envelope. After a while, he said slowly: "When I first read the letter, I smelled the smell of grass and soil, and now I seem to be sure...... It seems to be the smell of begonia. ”

"Begonia??" Mo Zidi widened his beautiful eyes in surprise. After being a partner for so many years, he really didn't know that Mu Sen also had the olfactory function of a police dog.

"Yes, it should be Begonia. We just need to find a place to grow begonias, and let's go. With that, Mu Sen strode towards the depths of the nursery.

The setting sun seems to reflect everything in front of you more vividly than usual. Including, in the deepest part of the nursery, a large forest of begonias.

When Mu Sen saw the begonia, he immediately quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the begonia. Originally, he was worried about whether his reasoning would be problematic, but now, that familiar feeling began to emerge. That's what Moossen feels when he finds the scene of a murder.

This begonia is blooming brightly, and the pink petals are fluttering in the evening breeze. When Mu Sen and Mo Ziqi stepped into this land, they took every step very carefully. They were looking for footprints and footprints outside of them. If there were indeed corpses inside, then their break-in was sabotaging the scene. But if they don't want to destroy the scene, they can't verify what's going on inside.

In this case, Mu Sen and Mo Zitong walked forward one after the other. And he made a mark on the land he walked into along the way.

Falling flowers into mud, it is not easy to find footprints on such ground. After the footprints fall, after a period of time, the fallen petals will be covered. The petals are rotten and backlogged, and the original footprint depth will slowly change.

After walking a distance of about a hundred meters deeper, under the crimson of the setting sun, Mu Sen and the others finally saw what they wanted them to find......

The petals on the ground are deliberately piled up, a few centimeters higher than the surrounding ground. In the center of the petals, a corpse with a strange posture was placed.

It was a female corpse, her long black hair scattered across the petal-covered floor. Pale naked/body, perfectly shaped. The petals fell on her body layer by layer, and from a distance it looked like a sleeping flower fairy. However, the unusual pale and strange distortion of her body was enough to show that she no longer had vital signs.

The weirdest thing about the whole corpse is that her body was forcibly twisted into the "lying fish" posture in the opera performance. That kind of posture can only be made after professional training, and in the performance of opera, the soft and delicate posture of the body is fully displayed.

But this female corpse is obviously not from the pear orchard, she can't do such a posture, let alone die in such a posture. So, at the cost of breaking her ribs, leg bones, and arms, the murderer forcibly twisted her into such a posture, and fixed the corpse with the help of the effect of corpse stiffness.

Mu Sen and Mo Ziqi stood not far from the corpse, looking at this gorgeous and strange picture in amazement. After a while, Mo Zidi said softly: "This posture, the most famous should be in Mr. Mei Lanfang's "The Drunken Concubine...... It's just that now it looks ......"

Before Mo Ziqi finished speaking, Mu Sen raised his head and looked at the begonias around him, and said in a low voice: "The concubine is drunk, and the begonias are sleeping in spring." It's really the right place here...... The murderer should have an extraordinary obsession with Peking Opera or Tsing Yi Huadan. Call the police, it's getting dark. ”

Mo Zitong took out his mobile phone and started to make calls, while Mu Sen slowly squatted down and looked at the twisted corpse fixedly.

When Mo Zitong hung up the phone, he also squatted down and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Rape/Kill." Mu Sen said lightly.

"How can you be sure?" Mo Ziqi asked in surprise. As a medical examiner, he could not tell whether a body had been violated without an autopsy. How did Mussen know?

Unexpectedly, Mu Sen just calmly replied with two words: "Feeling." ”

At this moment, Mo Zitong didn't know what to say.

They were reluctant to touch the bodies in advance until the police arrived. This is not to avoid suspicion, but to fear that the traces they leave behind will cause trouble for the police to solve the case.

The two of them squatted not far from the corpse, motionless, looking at the corpse intently, and then carried out a preliminary analysis sentence by sentence.

"The deceased was a female, probably between 22 and 26 years old." Mo Ziqi was the first to speak, judging calmly and calmly.

"The deceased had no clothing on him, no status symbol. Most importantly, there was no clothing of the deceased around the crime scene. It can be seen that this is not the first scene. Mu Sen also analyzed in a low voice.

"The deceased was about 168 tall, and due to the stiffness, there would be an error of about two centimeters. Under certain conditions of low temperature and soil temperature, the corpse decomposes more slowly and should still be able to make out faces. It's just that now his face is covered by flower petals, and he can't see it clearly. Mo Ziqi looked at the corpse and said.

"Well, the time of death should be before the day and night."

When Mu Sen finished saying this, Mo Ziqi couldn't help but turn his head and said, "The time of death should be presumed by me, right?" What is your basis? ”

Mu Sen raised his head again, looked at the scattered petals, and slowly replied: "These petals are the basis for the time of death. ”