I wanted to find a topic to get this matter over, but it was obviously impossible, and Tan Zhongxia had an aura in his expression that ate me.

I couldn't hide, so I had to answer him half-truthfully, and I said that I smelled something that was not in harmony with the scene, but I didn't know what it was, it might be the food that the deceased ate before his death.

I didn't think he would give up so easily, so I thought about how to continue making it up. But he didn't ask any more, but jumped around and asked another question.

He asked me how the wound on my ass came about.

No matter how fast I reacted, I couldn't keep up with such a chaotic rhythm, so I was stunned before I replied, saying that I had a fight with a shrew the night before.

This is also a half-truth, half-truth, and it stands up to scrutiny.

Tan Zhongxia didn't have a suspicious expression on his face, but his tone didn't believe it very much, and said, "With your skills, what kind of shrew can hurt you?" ”

I blushed my eyelids and said, "Hey, hey, just an ordinary shrew, bumping into a collision, pushing me, sitting on a sharp rock and getting hurt, can I fight her?" ”

He stared at me with the same look as a suspect, and after a moment he turned his gun and asked me something else, asking me what I thought about the case.

I felt a chill in my bones, and I felt as if I had run into an opponent this time, or maybe it was a big problem.

I don't understand how Tan Zhongxia could see that I had an injury on my buttocks. I have practiced martial arts for so many years, and I know how to control my movements and posture, although I was in a hurry just now and almost stumbled, it would not be able to let people see where I was injured, but he could see it, and he didn't look bad at all.

I have a sense of disillusionment and unwillingness that my good life is about to come to an end, and I hate it a little, I hate Liu Yimin and Hu Hailian for not working hard to win the position of vice captain, both of them are good, but they are transferred to such a powerful person, which makes me very passive.

But no matter how passive you are, you have to go forward hard, you can't do it yet, I will automatically disarm and surrender, that's too cowardly, it's not in line with my temperament at all.

I turned my face to look at the corpse and answered the question he had just asked: "Vendetta, the murderer has very little courage." ”

The first half is very easy to understand, and if you can make people like this, there must be a grudge. But in the second half, Tan Zhongxia was a little dazed, frowned and repeated the words I said with a question: "Very timid? ”

I nodded.

He didn't let go of his frowning brow, but asked me, "Where do you see that you have little guts?" ”

I probably pointed to the footprints of the murderer when he came and went, and told him what I had just discovered, and he nodded solemnly and slowly loosened his brows, expressing his approval, and asked if I had any other discoveries or ideas. I didn't answer, but asked him if he had found anything.

He stared at me, stretched out his right hand, pointed two fingers to the ground, and tapped hard.

I looked down in the direction of his finger, and between me and him, there were a pair of footprints circled in white ash.

Those were the footprints left by the murderer.

The murderer left a lot of footprints, especially around the corpse, because walking around and repeatedly stepping on a lot of blurred so there was no white ash circle, but this pair was circled, it was directly opposite the corpse, about a meter away from the corpse, facing the corpse head-on, very obvious, very prominent.

Tan Zhongxia beckoned me to squat down and said, "If you look closely, these two footprints are deeper and larger than all the others, and the underprints of the shoes are partially overlapped. ”

"Yes."

"You say, what does that mean?"

"Means that the murderer has been standing in this place for a long time."

He raised his eyes to look at me and slowly shook his head twice: "It's not standing, it's squatting." He squatted in this position for a long time. ”

I looked at the body.

He asked me, "Would you like to squat down here and try it?" ”

Tan Zhongxia asked me to squat to the position where the murderer had squatted to try, I thought he was joking with me, so I squinted at him and didn't move. But I soon found that he was serious, looking at me with a blank look, gesturing several times for me to try, with an encouraging expression, and that annoying look seemed to me a bit like a child's prank, but I could only listen to him and walk over.

Who told him that he had black yarn on his head, and he was half of my boss!

In line with the principle of protecting the scene, I did not step into the white ash circle, but stood behind, the angle remained the same, stood against the edge of the white ash circle, slowly squatted down, and when I looked up, my eyes met the two violent eyes of the corpse, so I immediately understood the full meaning of the murderer squatting here.

The murderer really hates the other party to the extreme.

He disemboweled, then retreated to a meter away, squatted here to watch, just watching, seeing that he was in pain, seeing that he was worse than dying, until he had seen enough, he was on the verge of collapse, and he also rushed over and picked up his chest and abdomen, took out the internal organs and threw them around, and even hung a piece of intestines on the branches, and then ran away in a panic.

I imagined the image of the murderer doing all this, and my back felt a little chill down my spine.

There are only two kinds of people in the world who can do such cruel things, either they have a life-killing vendetta, or they are bloodthirsty murderers.

The murderer in this case at the moment, judging by his series of behavior patterns and the timidity and fear that remained in the air, could only belong to the former.

I didn't rush to my feet, but I stared at the corpse's eyes with a terrible and empty gaze from the two eyeballs that protruded out of their sockets. Of course, there is no longer much to look at the dead. His gaze was probably rotting in hell right now.

Looking at it, he suddenly saw that something was wrong, so he jumped up and walked carefully to the corpse to take a closer look at his neck.

The man died in such great pain, but his head did not droop or tilt, because the murderer had made several loops of wire around his neck, and he was held in place, forcing him to face the pain and the source of all suffering. The murderer was cut from the chest, a large amount of blood was concentrated below, and the little blood on the face and neck was spit out of the victim's mouth, but in addition, the neck was clean, there were no injuries or other blood stains, and the wire strangled his neck but did not go into the flesh.

It's unreasonable, but it's not inexplicable.

Tan Zhongxia walked over and squatted down next to my shoulder, suddenly so close that I could feel the breath coming out of his mouth as he spoke.

I smelled something familiar but unknown from his scent, and my heart shuddered, and I couldn't help but put the expression on my face a little wrong.

He asked me, "How many times have you faced a dead man?" ”

I replied, a little indifferently, "Many times." ”

He chased and asked, "When was the first time?" ”

I still said in a very indifferent tone: "In the fall of 2011, there was a robbery and murder case on Jiefang Road, and I went to the scene with the police. ”

He continued to stare at me and asked, "Weren't you afraid when you saw a dead man?" ”

Then I understood that behind his questions was a temptation.

He had a strong and urgent curiosity about me, and wanted to get to the bottom of me with one move, but because he couldn't see and couldn't figure it out, he had to ask several times and three times, and he was so anxious that he didn't worry at all that I would be angry because I was aware of his intentions, or that he didn't care at all whether I would be angry or not.

Of course, I'm not someone who can get angry so easily, especially on such occasions, and being angry with him is tantamount to ruining my future.

I didn't complain that he was hiding some sneaky meaning in the question, but I found it interesting, so I couldn't help but want to play this game with him, so I raised my eyes and smiled, and replied indifferently: "I'm not afraid." ”

He caught my gaze and asked, "Ordinary girl, let alone a dead person, even a dead mouse can scream in fright, do you think you are normal?" ”

It's a bit of a bad word, but I don't care about him.

I looked at the corpse with my eyes, and said with a little joke in my tone, "Sometimes, when a girl screams when she sees a mouse or cockroach, it is not necessarily really afraid, but just showing weakness, and when a woman is weak, it will arouse a man's desire to protect, so showing weakness is a woman's survival skill, and it really has nothing to do with whether you are afraid or not." ”

He deliberately feigned a little surprise and asked me, "You don't have the skills to show weakness?" ”

I chuckled, "Even if there is, you can't show it here, right?" I ran to a murder scene and was deliberately scared to the point of screaming and crying? Sick me, right? ”

He leaned slightly and smiled with me, all the wrinkles on his face were relaxed, but there was no smile in his eyes, not even warmth.

Two eyes without temperature.

It's hard to see how old Tan Zhongxia is, maybe in his early thirties, maybe thirty-six seven, maybe forty, but his forehead lines and nasolabial folds are too deep, he really looks like a Shar Pei dog that has gone through vicissitudes, and it is possible to say that he is fifty or sixty.

This is a man whose age is very vague from the outside, and when he laughs, he has an innocent energy, like a little teenager.

It's still hard to see through the depths.

On the topic just now, he didn't let me go, and dragged me to continue talking: "Then you tell me what is in this world that you are really afraid of." ”

I picked something at random and replied, "Snake." ”

He was very dissatisfied with this answer, pouted and said: "What is there to be afraid of snakes, I am not afraid at all, sometimes I go up to the mountains to catch snakes, snake meat is delicious, next time please eat it." ”

I pouted as he did, and said, "Come on, I don't want to eat." Can you be sure you're eating snake meat? Snakes can eat people, and an expert in Germany who specializes in snakes has published several reports that are said to be very reliable, saying that human tissue can exist in the snake's body for 20 years, so you may indirectly eat human flesh. ”

I leaned back as I spoke, glancing at him in disgust.

He didn't mind my deliberate pretending disgust, and jumped to the question: "What major did you study?" ”

I gradually got used to his way of questioning with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, and Yun Danfeng replied to him lightly: "Graphic design." ”

He looked at me quietly and didn't squeak again for a while.

I laughed again and said, "What? Think I'm a waste of IQ when I study that major? ”

He shook his head and replied very seriously, "No." I just think that what you're doing now is purely unprofessional. ”

I put my hands on my knees, looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, laughed to myself, and then asked him, "How do you know that I can fight?" ”