I whispered to the policeman who handed me the gloves, asking him to find a safe angle and use the video function on his mobile phone to take pictures of all the people watching the excitement, so that none of them could be missed.

He said yes and walked away quickly, his expression as serious as if he had received a holy decree.

Then I started doing my own set of site surveys.

There had been a rain last night, and the soil had been gently and quietly moistened, so there were footprints everywhere, and the murderer's footprints must have remained in them. As I watched the chaotic footprints in the field, I walked slowly, step by step, mobilizing the cells of my whole body to capture subtle clues from the scene.

There's something subtle in the air.

Hatred, sadness, anger, and cowardice.

These are all left behind by the murderer.

The murder had happened very closely, a few hours ago, so the sensations were still so strong that I could hear the killer's gasps as he committed the murder, the sound of blood rushing through his veins, and even the stifled screams.

I feel that this murderer is not a repeat offender.

As I said, I was born with the magical ability to capture a lot of things on the spot after something that others can't, and the closer the time interval is, the greater the emotion of the person involved, the stronger my feelings will be.

If the environment is special, I can even restore the whereabouts of all aspects of the event to a certain virtual extent.

It sounded too supernatural and nonsense, and I thought it was outrageous at first, but after interviewing several experts and scholars who have studied related topics, I was relieved.

Although my ability is peculiar, it is clear that there is scientific logic to follow.

There is a quality in human emotions that is invisible to the naked eye, similar to oxygen or nitrogen in the air, which may be gaseous or liquid or solid, and some scientists have begun to study but have not yet given an exact name.

That emotional substance, in any form, will remain in the environment for a certain period of time, such as the air, the earth, the buildings, the branches and leaves, and I just have the ability to capture these.

It's like some people are born with a good memory and can never forget everything. And some people have a naturally more sensitive sense of smell than others, and can smell many smells that ordinary people can't smell.

Oh, I also have an unusually good sense of smell, and in addition to the strong smell of blood and feces in front of me, I can also smell a wisp of cough water in the air, a wisp of Ikalu shampoo, and ...... And there seems to be a little bit of silver shell terrier?

What's going on?

I couldn't figure out how there could be a silver shell terrier here, so I thought it should have smelled wrong, probably something else that smelled similar to the silver shell terrier.

A gust of wind blew, and I caught a little bit of the smell of silver shell terriers, if there is no very faint, I still can't be too sure.

This unexpected situation made me a little anxious, and I quickly quickened my pace and moved forward.

A policeman walked in front of him, covering his mouth, with a pained expression on his face, and his speech was a little slurred. Shaking his head at me, he said, "Miss Su, over there...... Over there...... Alas, you, you, take it easy, it's a bit ...... over there."

I know what he's trying to say.

I've long since seen how brutal and miserable the situation is over there from the almost overwhelming smell of blood in the air.

But what I will be most anxious about is to figure out where there is a silver shell stalk around, so as to remind them to beware, it is a very ordinary looking plant, the stems and leaves are a bit like wild chrysanthemum, and the silver shell-shaped flowers bloom, so it is called the silver shell stalk, which is a rare species, and it is harmless when not touched, but as long as it touches its flower, the core will spit out a transparent mucus, the mucus itself is not poisonous, but there will be many different parasites in it, once it enters the human body, the consequences are unimaginable.

I just wonder why there are silver shell terriers in the barren fields on the outskirts of the city.

Uncle Chen's medicinal spectrum says that the silver shell stalk will only grow in the deep mountains and old forests, with the yang on the back and the yin, and it is more common by the living cool spring.

Uncle Chen also told me that because the silver shell terrier has high requirements for all aspects of the environment, it cannot survive near the human living area.

So it's going to smell it, it's so weird and weird, and I thought I had a nose wrong. But if you smell carefully, although there are not many, if there is nothing, it is true, and the more you smell it, the more you are convinced.

I wandered around the yellow cordon for a while, but I didn't find any suspicious plants, but I could see the corpse a few meters away.

So put aside the matter of the Yinbei Terrier for the first time and concentrate on the current case.

The deceased was a male, naked, sitting against the lonely black locust tree, his upper body tied to the tree with iron wire, his legs open in the shape of a "human", and he was stabbed from his chest, cut straight to the lower abdomen like a fish, and disemboweled.

The internal organs were pulled into a mess, the colors of red and white and black were spread everywhere, and five or six meters away from the corpse, there was a pile of red, red and white things, and you didn't have to guess to know that it was internal organs.

The deceased had a wire tied around his neck, so his head stood straight, not tilted to the side, his face was hideous, his facial features were distorted and completely deformed, his eyes were opened to the extent that he could not imagine, and the two eyeballs had protruded out of the eye sockets, and it was impossible to see the deceased's original appearance and approximate age from the image.

Such a way to die.

Alas.

I sometimes feel that maybe there really is heaven and hell in the world. This situation in front of me is probably the scene in hell.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, mixed with the foul smell of blood like a slap in the face, and a forensic department member collapsed on the spot, covered his mouth and nose and stumbled to the periphery to vomit, and the sound of vomiting could be heard dozens of steps away.

Vomiting is also contagious, one vomits, the other also vomits, and after a while, Liu Yimin had to scold a few people who were vomiting away so as not to affect the work of others.

I stood in front of the corpse and looked at it silently for a moment, then turned my gaze to the footprints on the dirt floor.

Because of the remoteness of this place, no one usually comes at all, and when the police received the report, the onlookers had not yet arrived, and the first discoverer was timid and did not dare to move forward, so the scene within the cordon was basically intact and did not suffer any damage.

Before I came, they had already done the first round of scene investigation, and they had marked the footprints left by the murderer and suspect with white ash, and the traces of the murderer were clear at a glance.

I asked one of the forensic officers who was taking a picture next to me why he hadn't identified the footprints of the first person who had found the body.

He pointed to the gathering of onlookers and said, "The person who called the police is a photographer, who came here early this morning to take pictures of birds, and found the body in the closer-in lens, and never approached at all, so when we came, there was only a group of footprints of the murderer." ”

The footprints of the murderer walked in a straight line from the side of the cement road a few hundred meters away to the tree, and hundreds of footprints around the corpse overlapped and intertwined, very messy, some of which can no longer be called footprints, but can only be said to be the traces of action left by the murderer, and then the footprints went to another place and left the scene.

The white ash of the footprints is formed into a line by dots, and if you look closely, the route of the murderer's arrival and the route when he escaped are basically based on the location of the corpse, forming a right angle of 90 degrees.

That is, the murderer did not return the same way, but ran in the other direction.

I left the body and walked back, starting from where the footprints had first appeared, and slowly following the route taken by the murderer.

Descending from the concrete road, to the location of the corpse, I turned around and headed east, and after about 300 meters, I ran into a weed thicket that was almost half a person high.

This weed bush is located in a low-lying area, and the rain that has been falling last night and early this morning is equivalent to filling the whole area into a shallow muddy pond, and there must be footprints, but they are completely flooded, and there is no way to bring them all out unless the water is drained, or the sun is allowed to dry the water for three or five days.

But it doesn't matter.

The weed pond in the low-lying area is just this one, and the scope is not large, as long as you search around, you will definitely find which direction the murderer went after running into the grass.

I beckoned two police officers I knew well and asked them if they had ever looked for the killer's footprints from here.

They nodded, then pointed to the opposite side of the grass pond and said, "After passing through here, I ran straight onto the concrete road." ”

I went back to the starting point, walked again, and carefully observed the shape of the footprints, which were deep and heavy, and the span was not large, and I could see that because the murderer was carrying or carrying the victim, he walked cautiously, almost like walking on thin ice. The footprints when leaving were heavy in front and light in the back, and the span was large, and there were two traces of falls in the 300-odd meters, leaving traces on the buttocks, palms, knees, and the blood of the victims, and even the murder weapon fell on the place where the second fall, a boning knife had been taken away by the forensic personnel, and I had just shown it.

I sensed something wasn't right.

It's so wrong.

The whole aura is not right, there is something in it that is incongruous, it is very chaotic, and it feels like a fried apple with green vegetables and so out of tune.

I can feel that the incongruity is emotional, not the case itself.

I stood in front of the weeds for a while, turned around and tried to walk back to the corpse to try to catch more of the murderer's breath, but at a glance I saw a tall man coming out under the tree over there, not wearing a police uniform, and his hair was haircut like a plank, which was very eye-catching.

The man stood in front of the corpse in civilian clothes, his hands folded in front of his chest, his legs slightly spread apart, standing motionless, as steady as a mountain, completely oblivious to the movement around him, standing tall like an aspen in the cold wind, or like he was dead, as if he was frozen, as if he did not exist.

From a distance of more than 300 meters, I could feel a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

In my heart, I didn't need to ask to know who it was.

He's really positive.