"Master De, you are a big shot."
Meng Shaoyuan lit a cigarette and said slowly.
Mr. De's face was pale, and sweat was pouring down his face.
My calves were shaking unsatisfactorily.
He never dreamed that he would be targeted by the military commander.
"Don't be afraid." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "You are going to take the lead in disaster relief, and you are invited by the government to inspect the disaster situation in Henan. What are you so afraid of?"
"I brag, I brag." Mr. De slapped himself: "I brag to them."
"I'm not interested in your bragging." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Tell me about the specific circumstances of the family murder case on Guard Street."
"I don't know, I just heard what others said." Master De said with a sad face: "I have a friend who is a policeman and is responsible for guarding the street. I just heard what he said, so I ran to Show off in the hotel.”
This is similar to what Meng Shaoyuan guessed: "Why did you run away as soon as you heard about the vicious thief just now?"
"You don't know, my old man is also a policeman." Mr. De said quickly: "As for me now, I still rely on the old man's little cover, otherwise who will give me face?
At that time, the old man was responsible for arresting the poisonous thief, and was injured by the poisonous thief. Although he was not caught, he could be regarded as having an enmity with him. Now, this vicious thief is back. I'm not worried about his revenge. Can I go back and talk to the old man quickly? "
oh? police? Have you ever been injured by a vicious thief?
In fact, Meng Shaoyuan had no interest in the "dangerous thief".
First, this case has been in the past for a long time, and it was all cases during the Guangxu period.
Secondly, no one has ever seen this so-called "Devil-Handed Thief" with their own eyes, so the folklore component is still relatively large.
They are all spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and the more they are spread, the more exaggerated they become.
He's just a ruthless thief.
Where did Meng Shaoyuan waste his time on this person who didn't know whether he was dead or alive?
"Sure, I get it." Meng Shaoyuan patted him: "You just said that everyone recommended you to take the lead in donating money and materials to Henan. I listened to this. When you go back, prepare to donate. You can only give more , no less, I will verify the situation in two days."
Master De was crying.
Do you really have to pay taxes for this bragging?
…
Guard Street.
This is a very distinctive street in Chongqing.
There are shacks on both sides, alleys running through it, and stone stairs rising and falling.
Climbing up the stone stairs, it seems like you can't see the end at a glance.
Many police officers have cordoned off the place.
Those who live here look out from their homes and ask their neighbors across the street what they know.
"Military commander."
Li Zhifeng showed his ID: "Where's the person in charge?"
After a while, a police sergeant came.
"Lou Guangzhen." The police chief introduced himself and asked curiously, "How did this case attract your military commander?"
"I heard about it, so I stopped by to take a look." Meng Shaoyuan replied: "What's the specific situation?"
"Tragic, really tragic." Lou Guangzhen said with a sad face: "I have been a policeman for more than ten years and have seen many cases, large and small, but this is the first time I have seen such a tragic one."
"Where's the body?"
"Still."
"Take me to see it."
…
The scene was filled with a strong smell of blood.
An old man with white hair was staring at the four corpses.
Li Zhifeng is used to it.
This was the first time for Ding Wenrui to see such a bloody scene.
He was a soldier and fought with the Japanese army in Burma. On the battlefield, corpses lay everywhere, but he was not afraid.
But this time, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something.
Two corpses of adults and two corpses of little girls.
One of them is only eight years old.
The wounds were all in the throat area, killing him with one stab.
"It wasn't done by ordinary people. It was a professional killer. At least he had experience in killing people!" Meng Shaoyuan said as soon as he saw the wound.
The white-haired old man stared at the four corpses: "The technique is clean and neat, the attack is quick and accurate, killing instantly. I haven't seen such a powerful killing method in many years."
Meng Shaoyuan glanced at the ground: "The killer is a heavy smoker and has been here for a long time."
The white-haired old man said: "The psychological quality is very good. He killed someone and stayed here for a long time."
"Why? Why?" Lou Guangzhen looked at the many cigarette butts on the ground: "Maybe the male owner here smokes? Looking at his fingers and teeth, the male owner also smokes all year round."
"Yes, but there are two different kinds of cigarette butts on the ground." Meng Shaoyuan said lightly: "Look at the corner."
There is a dustpan in the corner, which is the garbage swept out from the ground.
The male owner likes to smoke, and after smoking, he throws the cigarettes directly on the floor. Before going to bed, the hostess cleans up, and throws away the garbage together with the trash the next day when going to bed for the night.
Meng Shaoyuan pointed to the cigarette butts inside: "That is the brand of cigarettes smoked by the male owner. There is another brand of cigarettes on the ground, and there are cigarette butts scattered all over the floor. It can be determined that they are smoked by the killer."
The white-haired old man added: "There are several cigarette butts that are dark and stained with blood, which shows that the killer stayed here for a long time after killing the people in this house before leaving. This shows his psychological quality."
Meng Shaoyuan suddenly said: "The killer has finished smoking, and he is smoking the master's cigarette. The killer has been here for more than a day!"
"Oh, why?" The white-haired old man was startled.
"It's very simple. You can tell by looking at the length of the cigarette." Meng Shaoyuan picked up a few cigarette butts from the dustpan: "These have been cleaned and smoked by the male owner. He is used to smoking until the cigarette butts can no longer be smoked. Just threw it away.
There are patches on the clothes worn by the male owner, but it seems that the family is not the kind of person who has no money, so we can conclude that he is very frugal and does not want to waste, and the same goes for smoking. "
He threw away the cigarette butts and picked up a few more cigarette butts from the ground: "Look at these, there are quite a few left. Smoking habits are hard to change, they are all smoked by killers.
There were two brands of cigarettes on the floor, both of which were like this. I stopped smoking when I was halfway through smoking. It can be inferred from this that the killer had finished smoking and found the male host’s cigarette.
As for the time, it is easy to deduce that according to the custom here, after the hostess cleaned the floor, she was going to throw away the garbage the next day, but the killer broke in at night and took control of the whole family. The cigarette butts on the floor were all smoked by the killer. "
His eyes fell on the table again: "There are a lot of cigarette butts in the bedroom, right?"
"Yes, it's everywhere." Lou Guangzhen said quickly.
"It seems that the killer even stayed here for two to three days." Meng Shaoyuan frowned: "He also forced the hostess to cook for him."
There are some leftovers on the table.
Meng Shaoyuan walked over and took a look at the color of the food: "This was made last night. It was the killer's dinner. After finishing this meal, not long after, this family was murdered."
The white-haired old man couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what's your surname?"
