"Hey, you're back early." Aunt Li moved a small bench and sat at the door of the bungalow.
When she heard the familiar footsteps, she raised her head habitually.
She was busy with a big job, peeling potatoes diligently. Her technique was not fast, but she must have been working for a long time.
Because a layer of overlapping potato skins has been laid underground, forming an awe-inspiring and inviolable natural barrier.
She obviously raised her head, but she didn't seem to be afraid of cutting her hand. Instead, she moved more smoothly. The paring knife seemed to have become "one with the human knife" with herself, and her knife skills had reached the ultimate state.
If you put all the potatoes you have peeled together, you might be able to form a mountain of potatoes.
Tang Qian was accustomed to it. After saying hello, he carefully walked around the place where he was peeling and testing the knife, and got back to his house as quickly as possible.
"Why is this child so good today?" Aunt Li seemed a little surprised. She took another look and continued to immerse herself in her potatoes.
But soon, Tang Qian came out again, opened the door hesitantly, and walked over.
"Auntie, is there someone new living in the house at the back?" He leaned into Aunt Li's ear and pointed to a bungalow at the back.
"Here." Aunt Li replied casually without raising her eyes, "There is indeed a good-looking guy here. He is very tall and a cheerful person. He just came here in the morning, and the matter was settled immediately. He is probably going out now. Class begins."
Tang Qian shrank back again and closed the door with a bang, but there was no movement again.
"What's wrong with this kid?" Uncle Tang poked his head out of the room with the kitchen nearby, "Why has it been so weird these past two days? He doesn't go out anymore. I want him to continue bringing me a pack of cigarettes."
"Please stop smoking for me. But for those who are about to take the college entrance examination, it is a good thing to be able to concentrate on studying." Aunt Li clicked her tongue, "I will go out and go out every day, and waste such good grades in vain. I can't get into a good university." It can also increase your reputation, and maybe you will gain some insights and if you work harder, you can go to Qingbei."
Uncle Tang was a little worried: "It's not enough if you can't get out of the door or take two steps forward. They say that children nowadays are not in good physical condition. What should we do if they are suffocated after being locked up for a long time?"
"Why do you care so much? Just don't worry. Lao Li, don't be lazy and bring me some more potatoes..."
Song Qiaoyu also entered the door at this time.
He actually followed Tang Qian all the way back from school to ensure his safety throughout the journey. But it's not a problem to be like this all the time. To be a loyal bodyguard, naturally you have to find ways to get close to this family.
If he had been tracking remotely, even if the murderer had not tied the rope around Tang Qian's neck before he could start rushing over, and he could only start to rescue when he was cold, there would be no way.
He couldn't follow him out of sight at any time, and even carried a sniper rifle on his back to eliminate all possible disasters - that thing was not suitable for carrying around.
It is not necessary to tell these two ignorant elders, but at least the person being protected, Tang Qian himself, must know something about it.
You can even see if you can ask him about the source of his information - it couldn't be easier.
But he couldn't think of any tactful method after much thought, so he decided to make a more straightforward choice. He went straight to the door of the room where Tang Qian lived and knocked on the door.
He didn't quite understand what a roundabout strategy was. He just felt that it was a very simple principle to survive by cooperating, and the person he was protecting should also understand it.
This high school sophomore should also know how precious life is.
Regardless of whether the kid had eyesight or not, he already had his police card ready.
"Who is it?" the voice from the door asked loudly.
Song Qiaoyu couldn't speak loudly, so the two elders on the other side casually figured out his actual identity.
"Something's wrong," he whispered.
The person at the door seemed to hesitate for a moment, and there wasn't much noise for a while.
But this at least proved that the people inside heard what Song Qiaoyu whispered.
Song Qiaoyu waited for a while, then heard the door lock ringing and the door opened.
The child also locked the door.
"Are you the new tenant?" Tang Qian seemed a little wary, looking up and down at this tall young man, who Aunt Li said was a cheerful handsome guy, "What's the matter?"
He had already prepared a plan and was ready to test and deal with this unknown person.
Song Qiaoyu looked at his nervous look and blinked,
"I'm a policeman. Please try to keep a low profile and cooperate with my work." He took out the police manual and said calmly, as if he was considering his next words, "If you don't cooperate, you might die?"
"...?"
Tang Qian was stunned, forgetting all the wording he had imagined before.
This policeman doesn't seem very smart.
The morgue where the bodies are stored in the city bureau is not peaceful at the moment.
"Save the child," Shao Zi looked a little hopeless, "It's been frozen for so long, why is it still smelling so bad?"
Even so, he and Liang An unzipped the body bag together, revealing the true face of the deceased.
Mo Yunwan stood aside, still wearing a forensic white coat, and glanced at him with his hands on the autopsy table: "There are no new people here, why are you pretending to be here for no reason?"
"Lu Yao will always have to face it." Shao Zi finally looked serious and sighed, "She came from a major and is too young. I'm afraid she has a mental disorder, so I have to practice in advance. Someone will accompany me when she makes a fool of herself. It won’t hurt your pride.”
"That's great. I don't know if you are a good blind date, but you will be a good mommy." Mo Yunwan calmly began a one-sided attack.
Mo Yunwan is a man with an eccentric personality and a very venomous tongue. He seems to never stop talking to someone if he doesn't start a fight with someone. Only on special occasions can it be somewhat formal and can still be trusted.
Ignoring the two men who started fighting openly and secretly for the time being, Liang An finally saw the corpse itself with a pale face.
The putrid corpse was far more frightening than the appearance in the photo, especially the hideous strangling marks on the neck exposed under the pajamas.
The traces are slightly different from the original ones due to the swelling of the corpse. Although the type of rope can be confirmed through the comparison of textures and the extraction of some fibers, to the naked eye it no longer has such outstanding characteristics, and only the scary appearance can be seen. .
Liang An's eyes finally focused on the head of the corpse.
Only loose black hair can be seen in the photo, but no details are revealed. Only by observing closely at this time can we get closer to the real clues.
He completely ignored the putrid smell and leaned over to take a closer look.
The woman's hairline is slightly higher, and there are a few clumps of gray at the roots, but the overall hair does not seem to have such signs, and even appears black in color - after all, the hair does not rot as quickly as the body, and it can remain in its original state. Within common sense.
"She has dyed her hair." Mo Yunwan finally joined in, obviously having noticed it for a long time, "Heiran, it seems that he is very concerned about his age and is afraid of being found to have signs of aging. It's understandable."
Liang An's first impression is consistent with her, that she is a middle-aged lady who cares very much about her appearance.
"I understand." Liang An sighed.
"What do you unserstand?"
"The murderer's original intention was very obvious, which was to direct the crime to robbery and murder at the door. At this point, he almost achieved the ultimate in the indoor layout. Not only the textbook-like scene, but also the aftermath of death limb."
Liang An looked at the dead man's lifeless eyes without hesitation, "But there is a problem. There are surveillance cameras in the corridor, and there are no blind spots. The traces on the outer wall cannot be removed. In other words, we know he is coming. It’s inevitable that the path will be extraordinary.”
"He just can't make this illusion complete?" Shao Zi frowned, "Then what's the point of doing so much? It will be exposed anyway, so it's better to pat your butt and leave directly."
"No. Because the illusion he left behind, although it could not achieve the original purpose, almost - only narrowly missed covering up another thing." Liang An crossed his arms and spoke slowly.
Mo Yunwan couldn't help but ask: "Almost, what do you mean?"
Liang An concluded simply: "What the murderer wanted to hide was not the location, but the time."
"Time..." Shao Zi pondered for a few seconds, "It seems that there is no way to confirm it from the body? After all, it has been put aside for too long." He turned his eyes to Mo Yunwan for confirmation.
Mo Yunwan nodded.
"But so far we all believe that the deceased was killed by a murderer who broke in outside the window before going to bed." Liang An looked at the torn pajamas on the body, "Because our eyes were led to another aspect. In fact, But in fact, it's not."
"You mean, the murderer actually put the deceased into pajamas and cut off her limbs to cover up the time of her death?" Shao Zi was a little confused, "Although this can indeed be used to explain the reason for not being afraid of exposing the path, but why That’s what you say?”
This seems to be more troublesome.
"Because of his plan, there is an obvious problem." Liang An called up a photo.
That was the shoe cabinet at the door taken in the previous evidence photo.
The rubber band on the shoe cabinet is light brown and is placed quietly on the brown shoe cabinet in the photo.
"What do you mean?" Shao Zi was a little confused.
"First of all, we need to make it clear who put this rubber band on this shoe cabinet?" Liang An raised his head, "If it was the murderer, if he got this thing, he wouldn't just put it in this place casually, right?"
"Honestly, the scene he arranged is quite exquisite and very particular." Shao Zi touched his chin and expressed his affirmation, "If you want to fake a victim who is comfortable and ready to sleep, you must not leave her hair hanging all the time. Tie it up. If I want to achieve his effect, I should at least return the rubber band to its original position."
Hearing this topic, Mo Yunwan subconsciously wanted to fiddle with the ponytail she had tied, but she remembered that she was still wearing gloves and took her hand back.
"Because our victim is actually a person who likes to arrange things more neatly. Of course, the murderer probably knows this as well." Liang An pointed to another photo, which showed the deceased being rummaged through. A neat wardrobe, "Since it's not for robbing money, then this may be intentional."
And to deliberately make the scene messy and fake the scene of a bandit attack, there is no need to even place the rubber bands that tie the hair randomly - a rubber band cannot cover anything before.
"If the rubber band that was put down came from the deceased himself." Liang An then expressed his thoughts, "The next question is why it was placed in this place."
But at this moment, Mo Yunwan patted Shao Zi's shoulder angrily and motioned for him to get out of the way.
"You didn't take off your gloves..." Shao Zi's complaint was ignored.
"I think so." Mo Yunwan knelt down to confirm, then turned sideways, "Liang An, your speculation is not very kind. If I were this lady, I would fake my body and accuse you of such trouble. .”
Liang An was also used to being told ghost stories to persecute him, so he leaned aside and shrugged.
"Let me tell you." Mo Yunwan also sighed, "This lady's hairline... is a bit dangerous, and she is also very concerned about the maintenance of this aspect. Although she dyed her hair, she still felt uneasy, and even bought A spare wig. I'm afraid she took off the rubber band as soon as she entered the house. In order to maintain the image she has always valued outside, she is no longer young and cannot let her hair down. For the sake of image, she has to tie up a ponytail to look more capable, but after returning home... …”
"So she actually died when she took off the rubber band and temporarily put the things aside...for a moment."
Shao Zi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, as if he had done something wrong.
If the deceased was really a ghost, perhaps none of the three unscrupulous investigators and the murderer who exposed his little thoughts would be able to escape the punishment of embarrassment.
