I looked around the scene again, took a deep breath, and carefully considered the oddities in this, the murderer didn't bother to bring his own paint and basketballs, and killed the victim in such a brutal way, and made the scene look like this, which seemed unbelievable, but with the foreshadowing of the previous cases, it was not so difficult to understand - they had to use this way to express their revenge.

The scene had to be made as if there had been a homicide.

Even if it can't be exactly the same, it should be at least the same, and it should be restored to the greatest extent possible.

Like the "disembowelment case", it is a must, and no matter how difficult it is for the executor, he has to do it head-on.

Because "must".

My judgment of revenge is becoming more and more determined, and when I look at the old lazy gaze, I am a little disdainful, he must still be sticking to his antisocial personality theory.

The lazy old man asked me where I had seen this scene before.

When he asked this, he glanced back at the direction of the gate and said: "Even if you didn't blind me, the same case really happened before, and it was definitely not in Qianzhou, you think, Liu Yimin is a native of Qianzhou, and he has been a policeman for 30 years, he doesn't think this scene is very familiar." Moreover, it will definitely not be in Jiangcheng, Fu Yu was in Jiangcheng before he came to Qianzhou, I heard that he got up from the bottom, and there should be a lot of years, and he didn't feel familiar. So, as long as you think that you have been exposed to murders in other cities, it is easy to remember. ”

He's helping me with my memories, but it's useless.

I told him, "I remember this image, but I'm sure I wasn't there in person, so it could only come from paintings, photographs, or texts." ”

Speaking of this, my heart jumped suddenly, yes, text, I didn't think about the situation of words just now, maybe I read a text that describes this scene somewhere.

Yes, there is a high probability of a text description.

Because my familiarity with the picture in front of me is not direct, but indirect, and since it can achieve such a strong sense of picture indirectly, it is most likely that it is the text. Someone once described in detail what the environment was like, what the light was like, what the body was like, and so on. Good words can stimulate people's imagination and stimulate their potential compositional ability, so I have a painting in my head that is very, very similar to the scene in front of me.

Where would that be? Newspaper? Magazine? Or suspense? It's too chaotic, it's really too chaotic, I've lived too long, I've read a lot of books and materials, and my mind is full of useful and useless things, and it's probably like a computer with a large hard disk and unclear folder classification, and it's really difficult to find something out of it for a while, and it's crazy.

The lazy man still wants to inspire me, and I think he is noisy and disturbs his train of thought, so I tell him to shut up.

He was actually very obedient this time, shut up when he told him to shut up, and obediently took a few steps back without arguing with me.

I walked around the corpse twice, carefully examining every detail, the light, the gesture, the color, the empty eyes of the dead crying blood.

The black and red puddle at the corner of the corpse's mouth was blood, because he didn't want her to make a sound, the murderer cut off her tongue, and the blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth, which was a bit exaggerated, but unreal, and it looked like paint at first glance.

I turned my head and asked the lazy if he had examined the deceased's tongue during the first autopsy.

He replied: "I have checked, and the tongue is missing, not here, and not around the factory." ”

Then I felt a rumbling sound in my stomach, followed by a wave of nausea in my stomach, and my eyes couldn't help but look at the stomach of the corpse. I didn't have much of a sense of the bloody images in front of me, but I couldn't bear the brutal torture I imagined the victim had endured before he died.

I wasn't sure where the severed tongue had gone, but I finally remembered that someone had seriously speculated about it, and she guessed that the disappeared tongue had been forcibly fed to the victim by the killer and swallowed into her stomach.

The person who made this guess really can't be unfamiliar with it.

Generations of Hibiscus!

I finally remembered why I had such a strong sense of familiarity with the picture in front of me, Dai Furong's name exploded in my head, my face turned a little pale, my lips trembled and I took a few steps back, turned my face to look outside, and pulled my throat and shouted Liu Yimin.

There was a shout, but he didn't hear it. I shouted again, but I still didn't hear it. He was standing outside the cordon and talking to the first person to find the body. I raised my voice and shouted again, and Fu Yuxin and Hu Hailian, who were standing at the door, both felt that my shouting was strange and almost sharp, so Hu Hailian ran a few steps to pat Liu Yimin on the shoulder. Liu Yimin ran over like a frightened person, and almost ripped off the guard tape.

He ran in and stared at me blankly, with his right hand pressed to his waist, ready to draw a gun, which is the emergency instinct of a person who is used to being a policeman.

I swallowed and squeezed three words out of my teeth to him.

Dai Hibiscus.

These three words did not seem to come out of the throat at all, but came out of the bones, and they were sieving with a particularly terrifying force.

Liu Yimin didn't understand what I meant at all.

I pointed to the corpse and said to him, "Go and find Dai Furong, ask her, ask her carefully." She'd seen this kind of scene before, seen it, and reported it, almost the same, but there were a few details that differed. You go and find her and ask, where and when did the original case happen! ”

I used the word "original", and the bite was very heavy, one pit at a time.

What I mean is very clear, that there was someone who killed someone in this way, and now, the bereaved family of the victim of the original murder used the same way to take revenge, that is, to replicate the bloody case in front of them.

The lazy man is right, since Liu Yimin and Fu Yuxin don't think this murder case is familiar, it means that the original case did not take place in Qianzhou or Jiangcheng, but in some other city, which is why Hu Hailian can't find a similar old case these days.

The "Hand of God" chose to carry out this series of revenge murders in Qianzhou, probably in part to prevent the police from tracking down the original case too quickly.

Before Liu Yimin finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone to dial the number. He is basically in charge of dealing with the media in the bureau, so it is a matter of minutes to find Dai Furong, plus that woman is like me, and she is a dead pervert who runs wherever there is a smell of blood and a crime scene, I can guarantee that within an hour, Dai Furong who has heard of her name for a long time will rush here.

Acting as a great reporter!

After Liu Yimin went out, I walked in front of the corpse again, and I felt that my whole body was gradually relaxed, and my nerves were not as tense as before.

Then, instead, the memory calmly became clear.

The deceased in that case is also a woman, thirty-six years old, a primary school teacher, a gentle person, her husband is a smelter worker, the relationship between husband and wife is very harmonious, and she has a ten-year-old daughter. There was a suspect at the time, but due to insufficient evidence, he did not appear in court at all. As if to say that the evidence is insufficient rather than completely non-evidence, according to Dai Furong, the deceased's 10-year-old daughter witnessed the murderer with her own eyes, went to the police station to make a record, and one day soon after, accidentally bumped into the murderer on the street and identified it on the spot, but unfortunately the testimony of the 10-year-old girl can only be used as a small reference and cannot be used as direct evidence for conviction. In that case, it could even be said that it did not work at all.

Suddenly, the order became clearer, and even the shadow of the murderer was touched in a trance.

The daughter of the deceased witnessed the murderer. This should be crucial. When her mother was killed, she was ten years old, so now ...... How old should I be? I think about it, I saw that report on the Internet, it should have happened three years ago, but this does not mean that the time of the murder was three years ago, but unfortunately I can't remember the time and place in the report.

I'm like this, I'm very sensitive to textual things, I have a strong memory, and I've often read and counted numerical things and some details that I think are insignificant, and I don't put them in my heart, and I catch them when I'm in a hurry.

But it doesn't matter, Dai Furong will be here soon, just ask. Her personal website didn't exist long for one reason or another before it was forcibly shut down and never found again, but her memory remains. And, people like her probably still have the most original materials preserved.

I suddenly felt that it was good that there was a character like Dai Furong in this world.

It's a lifesaver.

Three years ago, Dai Furong learned from the style of those fierce reporters in European and American countries, built her own homepage, rented a domain name and space in the United States, and posted all the reports she wrote after investigating and tracking but could not be published publicly due to various sensitive issues and high pressure.

I stumbled upon her homepage when I was looking for something else, and I carefully skimmed through several of the reports, and I have to admit that she is really a very powerful reporter, with first-class investigation methods and writing skills, and the coverage is very wide, and criminal cases are the most important part of them, followed by economic cases.

I remember that she also had a habit very similar to me, that is, she liked to give substitutions for major criminal cases, and the few cases that I was more impressed by were "The Red Dancing Shoes Case", "The Ring Suspicion" and "The Oil Painting Case", which made it seem like writing suspense.

The so-called "oil painting case" by Dai Furong is the exact same case that happened in front of her that I don't know where it happened before, the female deceased, gouging out her eyes, cutting out her tongue, hanging, and painting colors.

I'm wondering how old is the daughter of the deceased in the Dai Fleur report, thirteen years old? Fourteen? Or fifteen?

No matter how old the child is, I can feel that she was at the scene of the murder here.

The case in front of her was committed by the girl who was ten years old and witnessed her mother being abducted by the murderer, but finally failed to bring the murderer to justice.

She is the executor in the whole serial murder case, and it is the "hand of God" who supports her behind her back and takes care of the aftermath for her.

She was accompanied and helped by others, and I could feel that among the people who accompanied her was a very calm and calm young woman.