Every story always has a perfect beginning.
Or an extreme word, or a mean and violent killing, or a pyrotechnic life scene. This is especially true in a suspense-themed story. People seem to love both the ordinary and the extraordinary. They are really a passionate bunch.
However, what I told may not be the beginning. It’s me who’s talking, but it’s not me. Even I can't figure out where such a complete story came from.
Some things should just be forgotten. Like the Titanic in the depths of the ocean, it sank magnificently and dazzlingly in the minds of people who disappeared. But even if she were exhumed, it would not be possible to detect the last scene that the poor people at the bottom of the sea saw.
Is it an iceberg, an ocean, or darkness?
Of course, our story is not that exaggerated.
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I have always hoped that a piece of white fish belly that can only appear in stories will really float on the horizon, allowing people to see a glimmer of dawn.
However, the sky is dark as far as the eye can see, and it's still three o'clock in the morning.
"Who are you going to kill in the cold weather... He's freezing to death."
Shao Zi, who was standing a few steps away from me, was muttering. He was flipping through a few pieces of paper in his hand and smothering his face with his checkered collar with his other hand. Looking at it made people worry whether this guy would put himself in trouble. I'm so bored.
"A northerner calls us southerners cold? I'm so embarrassed, brother." A certain immortal squatting on the ground turned his head, his eyes were contemptuous, and he sneered. "Aren't you from Xuexiang?"
"Why can't northerners be afraid of the cold?" Shao Zi trembled and shrugged, "Besides, I have been in the south for more than ten years. You have many muscles, and that thing... is anti-freeze, hiss... the one with the surname Song is really useless. Considering that your subcutaneous nerves can be blunted to such an extent, should I congratulate you?" The young man, who is almost 1.8 meters tall, is even more delicate than Lin Daiyu. He trembles when the wind blows, as if he is about to collapse.
"Hey, Captain Liang, have you seen the first discoverer of something?" Song Qiaoyu rolled her eyes unfriendly and turned her target to me.
"I didn't see it...what's wrong?"
Next to me, Shao Zi was still pretending to be pitiful just now. His throat was broken but he could still laugh so wildly, "Why did I forget about this... This is a little surprise. Right?"
"Not necessarily," Song Qiaoyu shook her head, "Rather than a surprise... we all know that guy, which is a coincidence." The corners of her mouth curved in a very playful way, but it looked full of malice.
The surrounding air seemed to become much colder instantly.
"You...didn't you bring him here?"
"Of course he doesn't dare to drive with me." Song Qiaoyu grinned, smiling brightly, but she looked at him.
There are not many people who can make her show such blatant malice, Wang Hai is one of them.
I still don’t know how these two people, who spanned six or seven generations, developed such a deep hatred. To be honest, although it is indeed tiring to get along with Wang Hai at work, his popularity is actually pretty good. Well...generally speaking.
"Hey, isn't this Xiaoliang? Xiaoyu is here too."
This feels like standing guard at the door of my hell, with the patrolling ghost-faced King Yama standing next to me. Then there is a carefree old ghost who is desperate for his life, jumps in front of the door and touches the head of King Yama without washing his hands. , when it was over, he laughed and said, "My lord, you haven't washed yourself in the past few days, why do you feel like a chicken coop?"
I heard the sound of a bicycle parked on the side of the road with a thud.
"Every step he takes to the scene is further damage to the physical evidence and the human rights of the police officers. Stand here, freeze." Song Qiaoyu turned her head, spoke loudly, and her eyes were sharp, but she put away her malice and looked righteous. posture. This guy must have been influenced by someone in the team who is a fan of TV series. I have never heard this guy speak English so well.
By the way, when did Lubo start watching American TV series?
The person who came happened to be our former detachment leader, an uncle named Wang Hai.
"Okay, let's just target the honest people, right? There are indeed some of you." Wang Hai touched his head and laughed.
For some reason, this guy was in pretty good health, and even if he wasn't a branch leader, he still had the qualifications to stand in the management ranks, but he resigned happily last year. When I heard the news that this guy was working as a security guard, I was shocked.
"You should learn from Xiao Jiang and have a positive work attitude. Xiao Jiang was in a hurry when he went in just now. He looked like his girlfriend had been robbed. I couldn't even see it at my age... I thought he was... Three minutes of heat, this kid is so damn good, I never thought that one day I would be able to meet a really good student...his dad..." Wang Hai muttered, it was like meeting the parents of the students, what a mother. His skills are getting better and better.
Song Qiaoyu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she looked at Wang Hai with an extremely frightening look. This is probably also a kind of talent. Being able to have a sense of existence makes everyone just want to shut up.
"Shut up."
Anjing is not the biggest weapon to create panic, Song Qiaoyu is.
Wang Hai was stared at for a moment and stopped talking, and then he successfully entered the topic.
"The first time I patrolled here was around 2:30 in the morning. Then on my way home with... a lost boy, I saw this brightly lit house, and then I discovered that there was a lot of rust on the lock on the door. There were also traces of being pried open. Then I opened the window and found... Ahem, seriously, Xiao Songzi, can you drag that naughty kid away? Why do you think you are telling me a ghost story? "
Only then did I realize that an eight or nine-year-old child had slipped out of Song Qiaoyu's car at some point. He was hiding behind the open black car door, with only his head exposed. When he heard Wang Hai's words, he was startled and shrank instantly. go back.
"So guilty?" Song Qiaoyu saw the child getting into the car and closed the door, turned around and raised an eyebrow. "You look scared of you, kid."
"How could that be possible... He's just a naughty kid who was picked up along the way. What a shame. Didn't you see that he ran away from home? He just found his aunt and sent him back to sleep." Wang Hai laughed dryly, "Let's continue. I I didn’t see a body from the window, but I saw a pool of blood, which was dark and dark. It must have been at least a few days old, right? Hey, let me tell you, just by looking at it, I felt like someone was lying."
At this moment, Shao Zi, who was listening and looking at the photos, suddenly frowned.
"Captain Wang, did you open this window?"
"Yes." Wang Hai nodded, "Who am I? Oh yes, the curtains were closed before, and I opened the window before closing the curtains."
"If such a thing is not discovered, you are suspected of attempting to steal." Song Qiaoyu clicked his tongue. Although it was malicious, this level of complaints coming from this guy's mouth was not a joke for normal people. It's a level above, "It's not just excessive, it's simply degenerate. It's already excessive, and if it continues to degenerate..."
"You can't say that." I decided to be a good person.
"Let's go in and take a look first, as soon as possible. Captain Liang, let's go." At this point, we really got to the point.
Wang Hai also avoided it, stood there and started to play with his fingers, and slowly moved towards Song Qiaoyu's car.
The space that appeared in front of me was large, the hall was bright and bright, but it was extremely messy. A table with broken legs is placed at the entrance, sofas and chairs are piled in the corner, a shoe cabinet is lying on the floor, and a carpet with a layer of natural gray is rolled up in the grid, surrounding an empty road.
It's decorated like a haunted house, and it's so gray that it's a bit ominous.
A lay person like me really can't understand it for a while, but I can still have fun. In this case, it is not difficult to detect the footprints.
"This homeowner... is really unique." I coughed a few times, regretting not wearing a mask just now. If it were just a normal mess, it wouldn't be a big deal. The arrangement of this battle seemed to be intentional.
"Are you deliberately disgusting... No, this is for an experiment, right? Is the homeowner a scientist? A performance artist? Or is he just a pervert?"
"Well, you are here?"
Forensic doctor Jiang Qiujiang, who had just been praised as one of our best students, was looking over from behind the bedroom door and walked out when he saw us. He was wearing a cloth mask, and it looked like he was having a hard time breathing, and his face was red.
"Basic inference... there is no problem. The time of death was two days ago, and the cause of death is most likely due to stab wounds, but the details will have to wait for the autopsy back." The inspection results were as flawless as ever. In order to say something that could be heard, he lifted up a corner of the mask, but still showed a more awkward expression, and then immediately put the mask back on.
This forensic doctor is a role model for our team. At least among the people I know, no one wants to have a baby like Jiang Qiu. There are not many colleagues who have a high IQ, good looks and a stylish personality.
"Brother Jiang, thank you for your hard work!" Shao Zi could smile like a little red flower because it was hard for him.
Jiang Qiu was a little puzzled and nodded towards Shao Zi, "I'll return the phone to you later."
Seeing the whole scene really made me take a breath of air.
This room is really... unbearable to look at.
If the hall is messy, then the bedroom is even more impressive. The floor was covered with various plastic bags, fast food boxes, aluminum cans, and packaging bags of various snacks. They had probably been left there for a long time and were covered with a thick layer of dust.
Preliminary judgment shows that the longest time this garbage has been placed is two or three years. Not to mention it has been cleaned, it has not even been touched, it naturally remains in the same state as when it was discarded.
This is a dump. No, this is a garbage dump.
In the corner of the bedroom near the door, there was a twisted and ferocious corpse lying on its side, and a black lake that stretched for several meters and led to the outside of the door. What's strange is that the dead man's head is also covered with a red cloth studded with white spots - no, the red is blood and the white is towel.
Song Qiaoyu took out a handkerchief that should have belonged to the old century from somewhere and covered her mouth and nose, "If you stay here for a long time, your life span will be shortened by at least ten years."
There was not only dust in the air, but also a mixed smell of musty and sour smell. The only thing that didn't smell was the smell of rotting corpses, probably because it wasn't long and the winter was relatively dry and cold. The more comfortable thing is that there are no bugs in this house. Although it is so dirty, there is not even a fly.
"This house... I'm afraid there is no wind at all." I looked at the window next to me that was sealed with curtains. "It seems that this place doesn't look like a garbage dump. I'm afraid it really is a garbage dump. The deceased's bedroom should be upstairs...this environment."
"The cockroaches will choke to death."
Emotion makes me make rebuttals, and reason makes me as quiet as a chicken.
The most blood stains were left at the threshold, so Wang Hai could get a rough idea from the window. The picture painted with drops of blood, messy like a child's graffiti, was pressed under the body of the dead man.
Looking at this scene, one can almost imagine what the deceased looked like when he was hacked to death with one knife after another. Even though I was just imagining it, I couldn't help but gasp.
The murderer took a knife and slashed at the deceased who was escaping in a hurry. The deceased stumbled towards here and was hit by a knife on the road. Large blood splashes spattered and dripped on the place where his staggering steps passed. The man who was lying on the ground crawled hard under the murderer's crazy chops, and finally fell weakly in front of the door.
A few days later, it became what it is now.
Maybe it's because my reflex arc is a bit long, but it took me so long to feel a chill in my heart.
