What shocked Xu Yunshu was not because there was something terrifying and bloody in the basement, on the contrary, this place was neat and clean, and compared with the dirty and messy environment on the ground, it was obvious that its owner had taken care of it.

However, the things he carefully cared for made Xu Yunshu shudder.

At this moment, Chen Honghui, who was in a hurry, also got down from the ground, stepped on the iron ladder that was welded to the wall, jumped down, and was about to speak, but he was also stunned.

Through the bright flashlight shining in from the entrance and exit of the basement, Xu Yunshu and the two saw that the basement was painted white and clean, and the walls were full of large and small photos, each of which was Miao Yurou's figure.

In these photos, the girl who graduated from the art academy has long flowing hair, looks in different directions, and does different things.

Photos of walking the dog, photos of breathing by the window, photos of walking in the yard and drinking milk tea......

Large and small, hundreds or thousands, the shadows of the victims seemed to surround them, as if countless Miao Yurou lived around them.

If there's one thing in common, it's that she never looks in the direction of the camera.

The composition of these photographs is very strange, as Miao Yurou, as the subject of the photograph, occupies only a small space in the whole photograph, and most of the area is the surrounding environment and landforms.

The lower right corner of each photo shows the shooting time, and Xu Yunshu swept it over, and the time they were taken was roughly between two years ago and three months ago.

This common denominator is a metaphor for one thing.

The photos were taken candidly.

The candid photographer speaks for itself.

As long as you think about it a little, you can know that these photos are the masterpieces of security guard Wang Hongcai.

There is a rough table in the basement, and looking at the rough structure between the table top and the table legs, you can know that it was built by Wang Minxue himself.

Xu Yunshu already had a picture in his heart.

Two years ago, Wang Minxue, who had excavated the basement, stuffed the chopped wooden planks into the basement one by one along the narrow entrance, and with the faint light, used hammers and nails to put them together to form a barely usable table.

Also made in this way is a square stool.

On the table was a notebook with curly corners.

Chen Honghui put on gloves and carefully opened them to read.

He thought it was a diary, which might have recorded some of Wang Minxue's mood diaries, but after turning a few pages, he only saw handwritten handwriting, and the content made him completely confused.

He knew every word on it, but when it was connected into a sentence, Chen Honghui was dizzy, and he didn't know what was written.

Is it some kind of ciphertext, the kind that needs to be deciphered?

If you are undecided, you will naturally look for Tinker Bell...... Looking for Xu Yunshu for help, Chen Honghui saw a table lamp next to the table, turned it on, and showed the notebook in his hand to Xu Yunshu by the faint light.

"Xiao Xu, look at this, what the hell is written on it?"

Xu Yunshu withdrew his gaze from the photographs on the wall, glanced at them, and said casually: "Some kind of translated style of poetry should be learned from Seamus Heaney or William Butler Yeats, but it is limited to the realm of HD toddlers, and it is satisfied with the complexity of rare words and awkward grammar, so as to create text garbage." ”

Chen Honghui was silent for a while, looked down at the garbled text combination on the notebook, looked up at Xu Yunshu again, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "You know so much." ”

Xu Yunshu didn't care, and continued to explore the surroundings, "I'm talking nonsense, but this note is indeed poetry." ”

"Huh?"

"Wang Minxue's bedroom has a whole wall of bookshelves, all of which are poetry collections by foreign poets, and none of them are by domestic poets." Xu Yunshu explained, "The poetry collections he most often flips through are within reach, and these two books are also the most worn covers." ”

"Xie What and Wei What's the two copies?" Chen Honghui was a little stunned.

"Yes." Xu Yunshu nodded.

"Then how do you see the so-called complexity?"

Xu Yunshu glanced at him helplessly, "Because I can't understand it either." ”

"Uh...... When I didn't ask. ”

Chen Honghui turned his attention to the case at hand.

As a veteran sheriff who has worked for many years, Chen Honghui quickly sketched a character sketch for Wang Minxue in his mind.

"This should be a person who is sensitive, suspicious, sensibility is greater than reason, and is easily immersed in his own world." As he spoke, Sheriff Chen continued to look through the book of poems, and although he couldn't understand many of the things on it, he knew all the words, and it seemed to describe love in an abstract and metaphorical way.

He can only see so much, and it feels very bad to even guess, he can only guess the truth by relying on the atmosphere of the scene.

During this time, Xu Yunshu had already seen all the photos and observed all the cracks in this basement one by one.

"It's a pity he's not here." Chen Honghui put the notebook back on the table, took the camera handed by the security officer from the basement entrance, and planned to take photos of the scene, "Now that I know the information of the suspect, and this person has an obvious logo tattoo, I can report it to the top, search the whole city, and strive to ...... before dawn Find him in two days. ”

When Sheriff Chen said this, he began to feel a little lacking in confidence.

Xu Yunshu shook his head, "You can do it, but you can't wait, it's too late." ”

He didn't explain to Chen Honghui why it was too late, but it is estimated that Sheriff Chen is also used to it, after all, every time Xu Yunshu partners with him, he is always frantically catching up with the schedule.

After thinking for a while, Xu Yunshu continued: "Sheriff Chen, don't talk yet, I want to deduce in my mind, if I can find Wang Minxue's next move, maybe the whole case can be ended as soon as possible." ”

Chen Honghui immediately shut up.

He believed in Xu Yunshu's ability 100%.

Xu Yunshu stood in the center of the basement and looked around again, remembering all the details on the photograph in his mind.

Wang Minxue's information, including Xu Yunshu's observation of the situation in his home, as well as Chen Honghui's judgment, were all included and classified by Xu Yunshu.

With all the details collected, he can finally continue to build the virtual world in his mind.

Because many redundant and messy details have been removed, only the variables of Miao Yurou, Wang Minxue and Wang Hongcai have been retained, which allows Xu Yunshu to simulate the scene without overclocking and only strengthening his brain.

With the existing information as the core, the images of the three people were kneaded together and thrown into the virtual world of the Cuizhu Villa, which had been memorized in advance.

The simulation officially began.

Xu Yunshu froze time to the moment when Miao Yurou got off the bus with a large bag of luggage and passed by Wang Minxue to run a supermarket.

Then, time begins to flow.

In the middle of summer in July, the sweaty Miao Yurou passed by the small supermarket......

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