I took a deep breath, settled my mind, and walked slowly. I thought that after getting closer, he would naturally turn his face to look at me, so I took the opportunity to give him Suni's signature dog-blood little fresh smile, introduce myself, know each other, and please take care of me in the future.

I really need a lot of attention.

Unfortunately, things did not go the way I thought, and as I got closer, I was only half a meter away, and the man did not turn his face to look at me, but still stared at the corpse motionless like a sculpture, as if trying to see who the murderer was from the two eyeballs that fell out of the sockets of the corpse.

I didn't feel annoyed because focus is a good quality that not everyone has.

Well, it just so happens that I have this excellent quality as well.

I ignored the man, walked to the side of the corpse by myself, crouched down to look closely, and at the same time mobilized the cells of my whole body to sense, I could almost feel that the murderer's whole body trembled when he took the knife, and when the first knife went down, I had to hold the handle of the knife with both hands and close my eyes. The knife edge along the way is crooked and messy, plus the tearing and pulling, it is simply unsightly.

I finally knew where this absolutely incongruous feeling of incongruity in the air came from.

It is formed by the collision of two emotions: anger and timidity.

It was a murderous murder committed by a cowardly man.

I had to look at the footprints again to make sure that was absolutely what was going on, so I stood up abruptly - I forgot that I still had a wound on my buttocks, and I got up so violently that my femur hurt so much that I immediately lost my center of gravity and was about to fall, but a strong hand reached out from behind me, and instantly grabbed me, and lifted me away from the corpse like a chick so that I would not destroy the scene.

I felt the sore spot and turned to thank the man, grinning with a grin.

Later, I always thought that if there was such a thing as time travel, I would have to travel back in time and rewrite the scene of our first meeting anyway, firstly, not at such a bloody murder scene, and secondly, I would definitely not be so embarrassed.

The man's eyes were fixed on me, his face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles.

I thanked him and stood firmly, smiled awkwardly, didn't have time to say anything more to him, and hurriedly walked back to the side of the cement road, followed the footsteps left by the murderer, put myself in the situation at that time, and re-walked the murder process: first carried the victim under the tree, tied him up, disemboweled and died, and then fled in a panic, escaping very unexpectedly, as if waking up from a big dream and completely losing his claim, the road was too late to recognize, from this direction, but he ran in another direction in a panic, and fell twice in the process of escaping and left the murder weapon.

I followed the footprints to the weeds and asked a policeman who was investigating, "Where did the murderer's footprints go after they got out of the grass?" ”

He raised his hand to me and said, "Run back to the concrete road over there." ”

I asked, "And then?" And then where did it go? ”

He shook his head slowly and said: "That cement road connects Qianzhou City and several towns and villages in the west, and there are a lot of vehicles coming and going, and the footprints have long been covered. ”

Judging from this case alone, I can understand the contradictory and chaotic emotions and behaviors of the murderer, who hated the man under the tree, brutally killed him, and then was very frightened and fled in a panic. Although there are still problems in this, they are not particularly serious and conform to the behavioral logic of a certain type of person.

But it doesn't conform to the logic of a serial murderer's behavior, how can a serial murderer be so timid after killing two people in front?

It's not scientific.

So, these three cases are not serial homicides? Are they independent? Is it possible that there have been four separate homicides in a month, all of which were vicious?

It's impossible to think about it.

For the first time, I felt so deep and so real helpless, my trigeminal nerve was painful, and my whole spirit was a little sluggish and depressed. All the circumstances in these three cases seem normal on the surface, but when you think about it together, they are completely abnormal, and I can't think of a reasonable explanation.

Back under the tree, the strange man was still standing there straight and straight with his hands folded and his legs slightly apart like an aspen, but this time he turned his face to face me after hearing my footsteps, and pulled the chrysanthemum folds on his face and smiled at me, and I heard a voice in my heart laughing, ho, what a handsome Shar Pei.

He stretched out his right hand to me and introduced himself in three words: Tan Zhongxia.

I reached over and gave him a handshake, politely and reservedly: Suni.

After exchanging names, Tan Zhongxia looked at me calmly, and the corner of his right lip was slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

The nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose are as deep as if they were cut out by a knife and axe, his eye sockets are deep, and the bridge of his nose is high, which has the appearance of a minority person.

This man is undeniably good-looking, especially his figure, tall and strong, almost tiger-backed, but not clumsy at all, with a body of muscles coming out in a black turtleneck, at first glance, he is the kind that can fight with thousands of pounds.

I think that when God created him, he must have been working on it as a work of art, very carefully.

Only the finishing touch is a little worse.

Although his two eyes are big, and he has double eyelids, it is a pity that he has no spirit, he is settling, lifeless, and he is really a waste of such a good figure and face.

There is no such thing as perfection.

Because I don't know each other, I don't seem to have anything else to say, and the atmosphere is very awkward for a while, so I continue to study the case in front of me. The two of them stood under the tree, one left and one right, staring at the corpse silently, during which I secretly glanced at Tan Zhongxia, and I couldn't see what he was thinking.

I could still feel the confusion of anger and cowardice in the murderer, and I was sure that he had cried unconsciously while doing all this, this was definitely not a serial murderer with an antisocial personality, this was an ordinary person who committed his crimes because of anger and hatred.

I can still feel the pain of the dead.

I don't know if there is a soul after death, but the great pain that the victim suffered before death is at least still at the scene, and like the emotions of the murderer, they also exist around in a state that is invisible to the naked eye and difficult to describe in words, and the more you concentrate, the more you can feel it, the pain is worse than death, and those subtle, trembling magnetic fields even make sizzling sounds, and even shake the air, so that the leaves on the black locust tree begin to tremble.

It felt a bit like channeling, like hearing the cry of a soul in pain and despair.

I immersed my whole body and mind in it, so dazed that I felt trance about the real people and things around me, there was an forensic officer talking to Tan Zhongxia next to me, to my ears, their voice was a bit like the whispering of the devil in the dark night, which made people feel dazed fear in their hearts.

Because I felt that something might happen if I was so immersed in dark emotions and perceptions, I quickly broke free, returned to reality, and listened carefully to what they said. Fortunately, I can grasp the proportion, and the people next to me can't see anything unusual, otherwise they would really treat me as a god.

The forensic officer was talking about fingerprints.

There are no fingerprints.

No fingerprints were taken anywhere, and the killer was wearing rubber gloves.

When I asked him if the identity of the body was uncertain, he shook his head and said that there was nothing at the scene that could prove his identity, and that he would have to wait until the body was brought back for preliminary treatment before the missing persons department could find out if there were any matching characteristics.

There were no fingerprints at this scene, no identification of the deceased, but there were the footprints of the killer and the murder weapon.

I was comparing the details of several cases in my heart, when suddenly a small wind blew, and I suddenly smelled the slight sour smell unique to the silver shell terrier, and the green tendons on my head were violent, so I quickly followed the smell to find it.

The medicine spectrum says that the silver shell terrier must not survive in the turbid ring mirror, I have to know which one is so improper, growing to the point where it shouldn't be.

I walked up and down under the tree again, careful not to trample on the evidence and marks on the ground, and sniffed vigorously for the slight sour smell.

I finally found it for me this time.

It came from a corpse.

Very, very little, but it must be on the corpse, but the smell of the corpse is mixed, and there is really no way to determine which part it is.

I was already confused about this case, and now I am even more confused.

A murderer who is resentful but cowardly, a man who is unidentified and dead, and a wisp of real silver shell terrier.

What a strange combination, I couldn't find the logic in it even after racking my brains.

As soon as I turned around, I met Tan Zhongxia's gaze, he stared at me hard, with a thoughtful expression, and when he saw me turn around, he didn't move at all, and asked me what I was looking for just now, if I smelled something strange.

His expression was stern, and his entire body exuded a chilling aura.

I suddenly felt a chill.

My principle is not to tell anyone how many great special skills I am born with, and not to let people know how many unknown knowledge I know. So Chong Tan Zhongxia smiled slightly and shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.

But he's not the kind of person who is easy to bluff, and he's not the character who can let me go with a smile and a smile.

He said, "From the time I first came, I saw you sniffing here like a police dog, what, what can't you share with me?" ”

I grinned at him and gave him an angry smirk, saying, "Look at you as a good person, the words you say are so ugly, why can't you pick a nice word like a police dog?" ”

He thought about it seriously, seemed to have an understanding, and said, "Oh, when I first came, I saw you sniffing here like a very good police dog......

He thought it would be a good thing to add the word "exceptionally good" to praise, and I heard 10,000 grass horses galloping overhead, accompanied by a few crow sneers, and their faces were full of lines.