I have a very clear memory of the picture in front of me and the layout of the whole scene, but I don't have the slightest impression of the strong smell of the scene. Dreams have no taste, and to say that you have seen them in your dreams seems to make sense, but what about logic? People say that logic is broken and broken, but there is still a shadow to be seen. But when it came to me, the slightest shadow of logic was gone. Could it really be that I had a dream about a murder scene and then the events of the dream happened in real life?

If I told the lazy man like this, he would definitely be more convinced that I was a schizophrenic perverted murderer.

It can't be a dream, so I have to analyze what kind of situation can make me have such a strong impression of a picture but I can't find the root cause. Could it be that it's because I've lived too long, I've been to too many places, and my memories are too mixed, so that the smell of my memories is diluted? No, that's not the case, my memory is really good, as long as I can think slowly, quietly, and attentively.

I took a step back, a step back, a step back, and went straight to the wall, and there was no way to retreat, and I was separated from the corpse by a distance of more than ten meters, silently, silently, silently.

You can't be wrong, this is the picture of memory, the sunlight shining through the glass splashed with red paint, mottled, there is a kind of fragmented dazzling light, thousands of dust flying wildly in the beams. And the corpse is exactly half in the sunlight and half in the shadows, which is very deep. Standing where I am now, looking at it looks like an oil painting.

By the way, the crux of the matter is here, like an oil painting. I must have seen such a painting or photograph somewhere, and probably named it "Death and the Woman", which is why I have a strong memory of the picture but no memory of the smell at all, because I really wasn't at the scene of the murder before.

But if I think about it, it doesn't make sense, if I had only seen the paintings or photographs, I would not have known that the deceased's tongue had been cut.

Death and the woman.

This picture is called "Death and the Woman".

Is that the name I gave? Or someone else? I think it's in line with my personality to give such a picture that this name.

I admit that there is a little bit of perverted potential in my bones and blood, as the old lazy said, I will have an inexplicable preference for the art of crime scenes, and it is the kind of blood that is uplifting. I guess my eyes, expressions, and trembling hands must be scary.

I was so nervous that I began to understand why the picture in front of me was different from the image in my memory. The paint was applied instead of splashed, and the floor was mopped. The murderer did this for the sole purpose of erasing the footprints. There are some physical evidence and traces at the scenes of the "Seven Swords Case", "Fire Case", "Head Smashing Case", and "Disembowelment Case", which were deliberately arranged by the murderer, because it could not be useful at all, but it consumed a lot of police force. They cleaned the floor of the scene on the grounds that if they didn't, the footprints would reveal information about the killer, or eventually evidence of a conviction.

What a clever and cautious murderer, with a fierce IQ to the point of madness, as if it was really an outstretched hand of God.

According to the murderer's usual practice, this scene should also have some useless physical evidence or traces that deliberately tricked the police.

So I walked slowly forward, and then forward, until I got to the body, and then I walked around in a circle, and then I walked back to the front.

Not all of the skin was painted, and there were a few clean spots, like deliberately left blank when painting, a small piece of the right cheek, the top of both shoulders were basically clean, and there was a palm-sized piece on the chest, and the lower abdomen was ......

Wait, there seems to be something here on the chest, and under the right breast, there are two thin, faint, black, strangely shaped marks.

At first glance, it doesn't seem like a problem, it's all color anyway. But if you look at the colors of the other parts and look at these two black marks, something is wrong, because there are so many pigments on the scene, but there is no black. And the reason why there is no black pigment is to highlight these two fine marks for us to see.

I cautiously leaned in and sniffed.

It's mascara.

Sure enough, it was another misleading clue.

Each of these murders has a few clues, such as a lady's cape, a murder weapon, thirty-seven and a half yard footprints, a diamond-encrusted brooch, and now mascara.

What's next?

I feel that if there are a few more cases, we will probably be able to piece together the whole picture of a woman with the objects and clues left at the scene.

I don't know why, I just decided with an iron heart that the leader in the Avengers, the mastermind, and the character who played the words "Hand of God", should be a man.

I could feel the breath of a man of the utmost intelligence, smart, calm, composed, attentive, principled, with control and self-control beyond ordinary people, and a strange metallic indifference. I think of the cannibal Hannibal in the American drama, and I think that the murderer of this serial case should almost be such a powerful character, but he does not have the elegance of Hannibal.

Elegant, yes, that's the word, and I mentioned it when I was writing about the murderer before, and associated it with me.

Thinking of this, I tilted my head, and suddenly looked at the fact that the lazy man regarded me as a murderer suspect from another angle, and felt that it was not necessarily all bad, at least a direct compliment to my many advantages, such as that I was very elegant.

However, I don't think that this "Hand of God" is elegant, elegance is such a thing, whether it is the inner temperament or the external show, there is something to enjoy in it, such as Hannibal cannibalism, he enjoys the process, but I can clearly feel that the "Hand of God" did not enjoy it when designing this series of cases.

He is just like a great craftsman, first out of drawings, and then according to the drawings to create works, accurate to every detail, without mistakes.

The old lazy was standing behind me, and he also found the two black streaks on the chest of the corpse. He walked to my side and put his eyes close for a moment, then took a step to the side and looked at it for a moment. Then he looked at me, suddenly stretched out his hand and gestured at the height, and then suddenly turned his face to look at me, and there was a hint of thoughtfulness in his originally indifferent expression.

I instinctively panicked a little when I was swept away by his deadly gaze, but at the same time I immediately understood why, and hurried to look at the two black mascara marks on the corpse's skin, and sure enough, they were almost at the same height as my eyes.

Several clues left at the scene showed that the murderer was a woman, and the cloak at the scene of the "Seven Knives" was exactly my size, and now there were traces of mascara that was almost my height.

These clues really seem to point to me.

For a few seconds, I was in a trance, and all of this, coupled with the suspicion of the old lazy staring, plus many of my traits were really in line with the profile, so I thought, could it be that I have schizophrenia, half of the time as a murderer, committing crimes everywhere, and the other half of the time being a detective, desperately trying to solve the case?

I shuddered, and felt that since I met Lao Lazy, my brain hole has become bigger and bigger, and I am a little close to madness.

The old lazy was still looking at me.

I quietly steadied myself.

After these days, I am gradually less annoyed than before, and I actually smiled at the old lazy without heart and lungs, and leaned over, poked my eyelashes into his eyes, and said, "What, do you want to pluck two of my eyelashes to test if they are the same mascara?" ”

He leaned back, looked disgusted, and said, "Who can guarantee that you use the same mascara every day?" The test results are different, and it doesn't prove that it's not yours. ”

I said, "I can't eat that thing, so I need to buy a lot of food and put it at home?" ”

He said: "The world of you rich people is not something that mortals like us can understand, I once caught a female suspect, and when I searched for evidence, I found more than 2,000 pairs of high heels in her house. You are also a white rich beauty, and it is not uncommon to have thousands of mascaras at home. ”

I said, "Yo, listen to this, you won't stop judging me as a murderer, will you?"

He said, "Oh, that's not it, I don't really think you're behind these murders, I just find it funny how angry and embarrassed you are, and I can't help but tease you often." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed, and really put on an expression that I was just teasing you, I was really speechless to the extreme, rolled my eyes, ignored this stubble, and still focused on the case.

I told him what I knew so well that I couldn't remember where I had seen or heard of it, and I hoped he would give me some ideas to figure out what was going on.

After listening to this, he said: "I'm going to die, it's okay if you don't say it, as soon as you say it, I have to really doubt whether you are a murderer or not, if you don't do it well, you have sleepwalking, or schizophrenia or something, have you been checked in the hospital?" ”

I was annoyed again, rolled my eyes even more, and asked him, "Even if I am really sick, do you have medicine?" Can you cure it?! ”

He felt that it would be boring to continue on this topic, so he quickly turned back to the present and explained to me the situation of their previous preliminary investigation of the scene: "The red on the window is acrylic paint, not blood; Most of the corpses were also painted; The factory had been abandoned for six years, and the murderer had forcibly broken the lock on the gate to enter, and according to the original owner, there was nothing but sacks of feed piled up in the corner that had expired for an unknown amount of time. In other words, the paint, the basketball you just asked about, and the tools such as the water and mop that the murderer used to clean when he left, were all brought by the murderer himself. There were no footprints, murder weapons, or belongings left by the murderer at this scene, and the whole thing was clean, except for the two mascara prints that you just found. ”

He said as he began to compare the position of the mascara with my height.