I turned the car around, and then looked back at the gate of the factory, and saw a figure standing in the shadow behind the sun, motionless, with a solemn back, like a shot from a movie, infinitely desolate. I looked closely, but I couldn't tell who the figure was, it could be Dai Furong or the skinny man who came with her.

Starting the car and preparing to leave, Hu Hailian suddenly chased after her, bent down and knocked on the car window while taking off her white gloves, and asked me spicily: "Hey, how do you know that there is a basketball at the scene?" ”

I smiled, and my eyes glanced at the gate of the factory again, and the desolate figure had just walked inside. I looked back at Hu Hailian, without saying a word, meaning that you will understand after a while.

She rolled her eyes at me: "If you don't say it, don't say it, what's the big deal, next time you want to get any information from me, you can't!" ”

I laughed at her little temper and was about to answer, but she said to herself: "I really don't understand why there is a basketball there, it's too abrupt, but judging from the blood and paint on the basketball, it should be related to the murder, I can't figure it out." ”

I looked at the gate of the factory again, thought about it, nodded and replied to her: "Yes, related, the basketball is for the victim to tiptoe, the murderer adjusted the rope to just the right length, the victim's toes can touch the basketball, but it can't stand up completely, it's very hard, until you are exhausted, relax your toes, the basketball rolls away, the rope tightens the throat, and there is no way to live." Like the previous cases, the other party had to suffer enough before he was killed. ”

She looked at me dumbfounded.

At this time, Wang Dongsheng came out of it, stood on the cement road and took a big breath of fresh air, and when he saw me, he came over and chatted with me.

One of his subordinates came to him with the first round of evidence and preliminary post-mortem materials: there were no footprints or fingerprints; The deceased was a woman between 30 and 40 years of age with a history of childbirth; There are no identity documents at the scene, and facial restoration is required to find the identity; The initial judgment of the time of death should be between 2 and 3 a.m.; There are two deep tire marks in the yellow mud field next to the cement road at the gate, which should have been left by the murderer's car when it turned around, and have been sampled.

I listened slowly, heard the judgment of the time of death, and remembered the strange phone call that came from the old lazy man in the morning, asking me where I was between two and five o'clock this morning. He checked my alibi, and he didn't take it seriously, as if he was just asking casually. I don't think he really thinks I'm a murderer, but he must be suspicious of my identity.

Then I heard that there were tire marks left by the car used by the murderer when he turned around next to the cement road, so I turned my face and looked over there, there were two not very obvious ruts, but I didn't pay attention to it just now.

I was afraid of missing something, so I got out of the car and walked over to take a closer look, simulating the size of a commercial car in my mind, restoring the trajectory of the car coming and going at that time, and walking along the trajectory.

When I walked to the door of the factory to check the wheel tracks, I inadvertently looked up inside, Liu Yimin and the two reporters were inside, and the male reporter with wooden black-rimmed glasses also happened to look out, and our eyes collided.

His gaze lingered on my face for a few seconds, then quickly dodged. Because of the distance of a few steps, and the short time, I couldn't see the expression on his face.

I went back to the concrete road and crouched down to look at the two rut marks, and felt that it was useless, and the ghosts could not judge anything from those few traces. And even if it is judged, what can it be, it has been confirmed that Yu Min got on a silver seven-seater business car after getting off the train, and the police can't investigate all such cars in the city as suspects.

I told Wang Dongsheng: "Pay attention to the stomach and esophagus of the corpse during the autopsy, if you are not mistaken, the deceased's severed tongue should be inside." ”

Wang Dongsheng's face was uncomfortable for a moment, and he asked me how I could guess like this.

I pouted at the gate and said, "I didn't guess, the reporter guessed." ”

Then I got in the car and left.

Seriously, in the case of this serial case, there really can't be any hope for the police, they can't catch the murderer.

When pigs fly.

When I turned the corner, I looked back at the factory, and the red paint splashed on the window glass took on a strange color in the sunlight, and one of the pieces of glass broke, and I imagined the wind pouring into it, blowing up dust, and dancing like crazy.

That picture, thick and colorful, really looks like an oil painting.

Oil painting case.

I drove forward, there was a car behind to catch up, it was lazy, first followed closely, after driving on the road, he sped up and chased forward a little, side by side with me, I glanced at it slightly, he drove Liu Yimin's car, he was alone, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and after a while, he somehow retreated to the back, and after a while, suddenly even the people with the car disappeared, and then it came out again, as if playing.

I ignored him, concentrating on the dead knot in the case, how the people in the Avengers accepted the choice of bad character scum as a substitute for revenge. One or two people can accept my faith, there are indeed some people in society who look normal, but have the violence of killing in their bones, and they will really act as long as there is a suitable opportunity. But in a normal social environment, such people are few after all, and in my opinion, there are at least five people in the Avengers, or even more.

So, I really want to know what kind of rhetoric or method the mastermind used to get them all to accept such a ridiculous thing as revenge with a substitute.

There must be some reason to convince the members of the Avengers that the person they captured is the murderer of their loved ones.

Only if you believe it, can you do it.

From the word "believe", I slowly thought of the word "hypnosis".

I know that hypnosis can achieve such an effect, making a person believe 100% of a ridiculous thing that is absolutely impossible to believe without hypnosis, and even being controlled by the hypnotist to do ridiculous things.

Zhuang Jing, a psychologist, told me that hypnosis is a kind of anti-scientific existence, which makes many impossible possibilities.

She showed me the simplest example of using hypnosis to make a few people who agreed to the experiment behave strangely and bizarrely. For example, she convinces the subject that he is a pig and that all of his movements, sounds, and habits have the characteristics of a pig.

Could it be that someone hypnotized the entire coalition of victims?

It's not too likely.

I remember Zhuang Jing saying that in China, no one has the ability to hypnosis to completely control a person's thoughts and behaviors, and the ones she demonstrates are only superficial behavioral cues, which can easily fail due to the interference of external factors.

However, she once mentioned to me in a casual conversation that there is really such a powerful hypnotic master in the United States, who can control everything, and now he is being regarded as a research object and locked up in a top cell in a mental hospital on a certain continent in the United States, using the most advanced isolation equipment, and no sound can be heard from it, so as to prevent him from talking to the outside world, in case he is hypnotized.

Legend has it that the man did a lot of earth-shattering things with hypnosis, and the FBI tracked him across the border for several years, and when he finally made an arrest, several police officers died, and I don't know if it's true or not.

Should I contact Zhuang Jing and ask her if the madman in the American psychiatric hospital had escaped, whether he had fled to China to commit crimes.

It's unlikely, but it's worth considering.

When he hesitated to wait for the red light at the intersection in front of him, he finally couldn't hold back, and really took out his mobile phone and began to dial Zhuang Jing's number.

I think that as long as I don't disclose the facts of the case, Fu Yuxin and they won't be able to say anything about me.

This "Hand of God" serial case can no longer be thought about with conventional thinking mode, and we must find a breakthrough from side channels, otherwise there is no way to establish a reasonable logic.

This is the first time I have called Zhuang Jing, a psychologist, after cutting into the case.

But it's off.

The red light turned green, and I put down my phone and stepped forward with one foot on the accelerator.

Xiao Hai suddenly stuck his head out of the window to look back.

I asked her what she was looking at.

She replied, "Look at the lazy." ”

Ask her, "What's wrong with being lazy?" ”

She said: "The lazy car next to us just now, waiting for the red light to fall asleep, the green light turned on and I didn't see it, the person behind honked the horn, he was startled, and the cigarette in his mouth finally fell." ”

I imagined that image and burst out laughing.

I sped up and overtook five or six cars in a row, throwing the old lazy out of sight, and then thought about it, thinking that it was unnecessary to go to the bureau, and the report of the on-site investigation and the results of the autopsy would not come out so quickly, so I better go home first.

As a result, after only two intersections, I found that the lazy car was pasted up like kraft candy again. If he wanted to go back to the game, he should have turned a corner, what does it mean to follow us? Got something to say? Do you have to go home to talk about it? Purely sick.

I slowed down, pulled over, walked to the front newsstand, bought two newspapers and a magazine, and turned around to see the lazy car parked next to mine, like a piece of kraft candy. I walked over, bent down to look, hehe, and fell asleep with a cigarette crooked, the whole person shrunk into a ball, his brows furrowed, and his expression was desolate like a tired migrant worker under the overpass, like a homeless beggar, and even like a poor worm with a today and no tomorrow.

I knocked on the window, and he woke up, tilted his head and stared at me for a moment with his eyelids glazed, then rolled down the window and looked at me, but he didn't speak. I asked him, "What do you mean?" ”

His expression was even more confused, and he asked me, "What do you mean?" ”

I wrinkled my eyebrows and shouted, "What are you doing with me?!" ”

With an innocent expression, he said, "Back in the bureau, I don't know the way, who will I go with you?" ”

So that's what happened.

It's just funny.

I got bored and went back to my car, adjusted my direction, and drove into the game. He has not been in Qianzhou for a long time, and he is concentrating on the case, so he has no extra time to understand the city, and it is normal for people not to know the road, so he can't leave him halfway and go home.