I carried the materials I brought back from the bureau to the study on the second floor, and after putting them on the table, I was in a daze, and I had a feeling that I couldn't describe them clearly.

It felt as if something was going to happen.

This feeling has been since the bloody case on Lily Middle Road half a year ago that I was not allowed to ask about it after it was taken over by the above, and it has always surfaced and lingered, but I can't explore the root cause.

So, in any case, I have to find an opportunity to inquire about the cause and effect of that case again, and see if there is anything in it that has anything to do with my background.

I thought that it must have something to do with me, and that day when I looked at the blood-painted, crossed-out eyes at the bedside and smelled the strange smell of medicine in the air, I had a strange and ominous feeling, which haunted me until now and refused to disperse.

Maybe that case will be a breakthrough for me.

Ever since Summerson disappeared, I have been investigating my origins.

Now this huge study is my own project room, and the display walls on both sides are nailed with all kinds of materials, newspaper clippings, pictures, data, and some shocking and weird photos.

Over the past few years, I have searched everywhere for clues, and I have not let go of any clues that seem or sound to have anything to do with my background, and I have sorted them out and nailed them to the wall or spread them out on the table, including news of events, profiles, columns, and various medical and biological papers, as well as a variety of materials, covering several formal and informal fields of science, including spirituality and metaphysics.

But after checking for so long, it is still a dead end, and there is no progress at all.

I still don't know who I am, where I'm from, why it's so strange, who and where my father and mother are.

Once upon a time, Summerson told me that my father and mother had died in a mountain accident shortly after I was born, and I always believed it, but after he disappeared, a man in his early forties suddenly rang my doorbell with a very delicate whitebait, and this man was supposed to be very handsome, and he had a terrible old scar on his face, which was cut from the left corner of his forehead to the right side of his chin, and slanted through the whole face, and looked very hideous. He was wounded by a gunshot and was covered in blood, begging me to save him.

I saved, and then I learned from him that my mother was still alive.

The silverfish in the scarred man's hand is a token left by Uncle Xiu, and I also have one.

Unfortunately, he left in a hurry, and he never appeared again, so I had to rely on my own strength to investigate, and I was scrambling like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking about it, look at the two walls on the left and right, so much information, it took me a few years, looking for old newspapers and magazines on the Internet, libraries, archives, archives, and reference offices, anyway, I ran to all the places open to the public, and I also consulted I don't know how many scholars and experts, sometimes I saw on the news that made me feel suspicious of events or people, I even did not hesitate to go all the way to the place of the incident to see and ask to investigate, sometimes pretending to be a reporter, sometimes pretending to be a policeman, sometimes pretending to be a volunteer, I was stunned to mix myself up as a charlatan, as long as it was beneficial to the investigation, any kind of lie can be opened to the mouth. But even so, I only found things that seemed to have something to do with me, but didn't seem to have anything to do with them.

It's frustrating.

Sometimes it is inevitable to wonder if I am overthinking and the direction of the investigation is wrong, and I have a headache when I think of this, and I want to abandon it.

Now I think that these two cases in the bureau are quite serious, and if they are not done well, the follow-up turmoil will be more violent, and it will take a lot of brains and time, since the investigation of my own life experience is currently in a dead end, so it is better to put it aside first and focus on what is in front of you.

I hadn't been in this study for almost ten days before today, because I was so depressed and wanted to escape. Now that I have two serious cases that I want to help with, I can just divert my attention, and maybe it will be beneficial to be calm and calm, so I don't think much about it, and carefully pack all the materials in the study, whether they are nailed to the wall or spread out on the desk, into cardboard boxes.

The kind of cardboard box that was packed in twelve packs when I bought A-4 printer paper, a full eight boxes, piled up in the corner by the balcony.

Then I thought that if Bai Yafeng came to my house to look for me for the case, he would inevitably have to let him into the study, for fear that he would look around, so he found a roll of sealing tape to seal all eight boxes tightly.

I pulled the tape while sighing, and thought that it would be good if Bai Yafeng could be the vice captain. He has a pure temperament, treats people sincerely and works positively, and life should treat him well with these points alone.

And, from a selfish point of view, it would be of great benefit to me if he became the vice-captain, and my status as an advisor would be more stable because of his relationship, which would be more convenient and the cooperation would be more durable.

Although Vice Captain Yan has always valued my sensory ability, I know that he doesn't trust me very much, so I am still a little nervous when dealing with him, and I am always nervous about the strings in my head, for fear of revealing some flaws that should not be exposed.

If Hu Hailian is replaced as the vice captain, it is not easy to say what will happen in the future.

Although I have a good relationship with her now, I can joke when we meet, and sometimes I will make an appointment for tea, watch movies, go shopping or something, but when Bai Yafeng first brought me into the criminal police team and asked me to help see the case as a consultant detective, Hu Hailian's opposition was the strongest.

At that time, if it weren't for Fu Yuxin's support, I would not have been able to participate in the case and get in touch with all kinds of people up and down the bureau to get so much convenience now.

Therefore, if Hu Hailian is promoted, the weight of her words will be heavier than before, in case I accidentally offend her, I am afraid that the future will not be as good as it is now.

I know it's selfish to think so, but I have to. In the final analysis, there are so many people in the criminal police team, and the possibility of Bai Yafeng being promoted to deputy captain is really slim.

I had a sense of helplessness that I had to resign myself to my fate.

Speaking of thousands to thousands, I first contacted the police, just so that I could use their convenience in all aspects to investigate what I wanted to investigate, and I had to work hard to have the current good situation, if it collapsed because of Deputy Captain Yan's transfer, it was really aggrieved.

After sealing the eight cardboard boxes, I took a breath and opened the door to the balcony, hula blowing in a cold wind wrapped in the smell of rain.

After more than ten minutes of cold wind, I closed the door and began to nail the information of the "Seven Knives Case" to the wall, arranging the photos first.

In homicides, I like the scene first, then the photographs, then the autopsy report and environmental evidence, then the victim's background check, and finally the transcript of the various people. At the moment, I didn't go directly to the scene of either murder, so I started with the photos.

The woman in the "Seven Knives Case" is between 25 and 30 years old, her identity is unknown, there is no record of the missing person, the notice of identification has long been posted, and the TV, newspapers and the Internet are all going on simultaneously, but no one has come to claim or provide clues.

I pinned the photos to the wall one by one, and each nail had to be carefully read several times before I stopped, not letting go of any detail.

The time of death determined by the medical examiner was seven days before the body was found. Counting the days, it is the season when the temperature is very low, but the clothes on the deceased's body are so thin, the upper body is a translucent thin line shirt with open chest and open grooves, a hip-wrapping skirt on the lower body, black stockings, and high-heeled short-top boots, which is the outfit for going out.

Judging from this outfit that tries to outline the curves of her body, she will not put a coat that does not fit and does not match her temperament, so the black cloak left on the scene definitely does not belong to her.

The coat of the deceased herself was not at the scene, probably because the murderer threw it away when he was in trouble when he tied her up, or simply took it away as a memorial.

Some murderers have a penchant for taking something from their victims home as a souvenir, especially perverted serial murderers.

Look at the corpse in the photo again.

At the scene, the corpse's face was very dirty, a large part of which was caused by heavy makeup, eyebrows that had been carefully groomed and often trimmed, three piercings in each ear, large hoop earrings that dangled in the body, and a few strands of yellow in the long black hair that drooped.

A young woman, who has been dead for seven days and no one has reported her missing, one possibility is that someone who left her family to travel and relax quietly, even if her family finds out that she is missing, she will only report the case at the local police station, and it will take a lot of time for the network data to connect. But judging from the clothes of the deceased, it does not look like a traveler, so the second possibility is relatively large.

I called Liu Yimin and asked them if they had checked the identity of the deceased in the "Seven Knives Case" in the direction of the woman standing on the street.

His voice was tired, and he answered my question with vigor: "Not yet." ”

I said, "Then go and look it up." ”

He was silent for a while, probably considering the reason why I pointed out this direction, and immediately figured it out, his spirit instantly improved, Lili Shuangshuang said the word "good", hung up the phone and went to work.

The dead woman should be a migrant worker, who has no relatives and no reason in Qianzhou, and has a lot of mobility, her occupation and people are not fixed, she has no deep friends, or her friends have not seen the notice of identifying the body, or her friend is the kind of person who is unwilling to deal with the police even if she sees the notice. So this is a direction that is more hopeful.

The positioning of the "street girl" is judged from the age and appearance of the deceased, and even if there is an error, the anti-pornography group will naturally expand the scope.

After finishing the materials of the "Seven Knives Case", and then finishing the photos and related materials of the "Fire Case", nailing them to the wall one by one, occasionally stopping to take a closer look.

After everything was tidied up, I walked to the table, holding the table with both hands and staring at the photos on the wall with dark eyes, comparing left and right, looking for the aura of the serial case.

But there are too few places that can connect the two cases in front of them, except that the two victims were abused and tortured before their deaths and there are too many useless clues at the scene, there really is no other thing in common.

I need more plot, details, and leads.

Or, to put it bluntly, I need a fresh murder scene.

There will be.

There will be a third homicide, there will be.

I can feel it.

And, judging by the time between these two homicides, the third homicide should be soon.