"I suggest you bring a gun and don't be alone."
Shao Zi was still holding the phone, but he paused for a moment, feeling a little confused.
"how?"
Song Qiaoyu was wearing sunglasses and leaning casually at the school gate, looking like she was waiting for someone.
Now that the sky has cleared up, it is time for school to end. The stalls at the door are noisy and there are many parents waiting for them.
Song Qiaoyu even bought a hand cake and carried it in her hand in order to appear a little more gregarious.
Therefore, his existence is not too eye-catching, he is just an ordinary member.
Most of the students in Nanfeng Middle School live on campus, and only a few of them come out from the school gate sparsely. They are in groups and chatting and laughing, and they are easy to distinguish.
It's just that the child hasn't appeared yet.
He raised his head and glanced at the flow of people in his field of vision, then lowered his head and continued to whisper a warning on the connected phone: "Your side may actually be the most dangerous place."
"...I may think it's okay when others say this, but I'm quite scared when you say this." Shao Zi was silent for a moment, then smiled on the other end of the phone, "I heard that, and I will do as you are told. Everyone who showed up at the scene will Among people, I will also speak to the captain and others.”
From a certain perspective, he is the most reliable of the three teams, at least he does what he says.
The requirements are really not high, but there are too few normal people like this.
"If anyone asks, don't tell them that I said this." Song Qiaoyu thought for a while and warned cautiously.
He was afraid that someone would dig deeper and he would be inexplicably squeezed out again.
Song Qiaoyu watched the phone call being hung up, intuitively feeling that she had not been perfunctory this time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But the other side was not as serious as he imagined.
"Where is the scene?" Shao Zi just hung up the phone and looked over sideways.
It’s true that he didn’t tell it directly, but he didn’t break his promise either.
Because he turned on the hands-free.
Liang An didn't say anything for a while. He just responded to Shao Zi's question and took out a few photos.
Mo Yunwan watched the show happily and leaned against the pillar next to him.
"The crime scene is a traffic thoroughfare, and we don't have much time to investigate slowly - but there's nothing."
As he was talking, the photo was placed on the autopsy table.
"In the middle of the road, killing people in the street." Liang An clicked his tongue, "If I were an ordinary person passing by, I would cross the street and walk on the sidewalk, and suddenly there would be a scream from behind, and I would look back and see someone lying on the ground over there. , I should be extremely scared too.”
It's hard to believe, but it's true.
The place and time it happened were too conspicuous, and it didn't look like the work of a killer hiding in the shadows.
On the busiest street, this is a traffic light intersection on an important traffic thoroughfare where countless people come and go, and it only takes a few minutes to come and go.
The most careful traffic planning can only make people waiting at the intersection race to cross the road within the time limit, while drivers who happen to be stuck behind a red light are also anxious and impatient while waiting. Both sides are unhappy, but they have no choice but to come and go from this road.
That was a tragedy that occurred in Fuzhou District, the central hinterland of Yuzhou City, a subordinate jurisdiction with the most frequent commercial exchanges.
The specific location of the tragedy was on this indispensable road in the busiest corner of the city, in the middle of the zebra crossing that countless people stepped on every day.
And the time is the favorite time of shopping malls, restaurants, milk tea shops, the transition between night and day, between seven and eight o'clock.
"There was only one photo of the scene. After all, there was only one body on the ground. Even if there might have been others, they were washed away by the panicked crowd - such as the audacious murderer." Liang An sighed, "Others... are what this place usually does. The grand occasion is just for comparison."
Apart from the photos of the fallen body's position and state, the rest are some daily photos.
The green light flashes, and the shaking figure is captured by the camera. The dense crowds can evoke unhappy memories in almost everyone's mind, whether in the subway, bus, or at the train entrance.
Shao Zi took a deep breath: "No need to look, it's not like I haven't been there before."
He bought most of his clothes in the Commercial City in Fuzhou District, and he was reluctant to drive his private car. After all, the parking lot there was extremely expensive per hour, so he always used other ways to get there.
"What about the body?" Then he turned to another topic.
Mo Yunwan blinked, turned around and opened the drawer of the morgue cold storage next to her: "Here it is."
She seemed quite willing to take the initiative to help, and her tone suddenly became kind, unlike her usual lazy style.
"Broken porcelain." She didn't even need prompting or instructions, and she didn't know where to take out the evidence bag she showed before, and it was clearly the thing shown before.
Liang An was really flattered. He looked at her for a while before taking it, and said hesitantly: "Thank you, but I'm scared of you like this. Can you be a little more normal?"
In a short period of time, one more person was afraid.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, I just want to know the facts of the case." Mo Yunwan turned around simply, "I'm very interested in this case. It's my favorite plot. Is this explanation okay?"
"Don't you usually just come over and listen?" Shao Zi felt outrageous, "Do you still need to ask for instructions?"
Liang An coughed dryly and waved his hand to stop the topic.
"The deceased, Wei Gaochi, was 65 years old this year. His wife died of illness four years ago, so he lives alone. He has a son and a daughter who have their own families, but he occasionally goes home to visit."
The body bag was pulled open, revealing a painful face, covered with wrinkles given by time.
But at any rate, this was a corpse that was discovered at that time, unlike the last "customer" whose face was blurry and unbearable to look at.
The rope marks on his neck were much clearer, and the outlines and lines were discernible to the naked eye.
"Is this really a professional killer?" Shao Zi frowned, "A sixty-five-year-old man won't completely lose the ability to resist when he kills someone on the street. If he accidentally shouts, the person next to him will not be able to resist." With so many people there, you can still catch him, right?"
"The weirder thing is actually in front." Liang An raised his eyebrows, but stepped forward and completely opened the body bag, "Look here."
Mo Yunwan had known about the problem here for a long time, but he symbolically surrounded him with Shao Zi.
There was an obvious bruise on Mr. Wei's left leg. But just from the appearance, it is difficult to tell what kind of damage he actually suffered.
But there is also a medical examiner here who has done the autopsy.
Catching Liang An's gaze, Mo Yunwan explained: "The left leg was fractured. The condition at that time was actually a bit outrageous. The deceased himself was in good physical condition and could be considered outstanding among the elderly, but he could drag I haven’t seen many people walking across the road with a broken leg.”
"You mean, the old gentleman was injured before he was killed?" Shao Zi noticed the problem.
Liang An nodded and called up a surveillance video.
In the video, the old man, whose body was already cold, was walking on the sidewalk. Although his pace was as fast as the people around him, upon careful observation, it was obvious that the movement of his left leg was slightly wrong, and his right leg also deliberately walked a little slower to cope with the problem of the left leg.
"Did he already know that something was going to happen to him..." Shao Zi looked at the figure walking past quickly, "Even if he was injured and walked so fast, even if no one killed him, he would still have to die half of his life. .”
"It's a pity that the traffic surveillance on the road can't take pictures of the crowd." Liang An regretted, "There were too many people, and the angle of view didn't go there. Even the one on the sidewalk could only take pictures of the moving heads."
"So many people were coming and going, strangling people with ropes and killing them..." Mo Yunwan listened to the end of the sentence and touched his chin, "If you block people's way, someone will find out, right?" ?There are so many people passing by.”
"So you can't measure the killer's actions by your own abilities." Liang An was also very helpless. "This is the case, perhaps because everyone cares about the pace of walking under their feet, or the flashing traffic lights on the sidewalk, but what we have given us The result was this - not a single person present claimed to have witnessed what happened, not even one person."
The most untrustworthy thing in this world is the common sense that exists in one's own cognition.
Just like magic, what is hidden under the seemingly impossible reality may be the illusion brought about by some extraordinary practices. A person can never be sure, thinking that his knowledge must include everything, and the rest is impossible.
In other words, no matter what the unknown process is, judging from the results, this is a terrifying killer who is so powerful that he can strangle a person silently in public, and then escape silently.
Shao Zi fell into silence for a while.
The killer was even so stubborn that it took a rope to strangle someone, and he kept using it. In the silent killings on the road, a knife was obviously more convenient than a roundabout rope, but he still chose the latter.
Maybe he was just afraid that the blood splashed on the ground would attract attention, or maybe he just had a little stubborn pride, or maybe he had some meager principles as a killer.
But no matter what, as Song Qiaoyu said.
As they pursue this unknown killer head-on, they may be at the center of a dangerous whirlpool.
"Why did you come to the conclusion so easily that this... is a killer?" Shao Zi asked the question with difficulty.
Because he had smelled something unusual.
From beginning to end, the handling of this matter seemed to be too cautious. For example, the two people sent to conduct an undercover investigation around an ordinary high school student; Mo Yunwan, who was serious about his work and even uncharacteristically became friendly in order to understand the case; and Mo Yunwan, who only had two cases and devoted himself to the case almost wholeheartedly. Liang An.
Liang An is hiding something else, Shao Zi is convinced when he comes to the conclusion.
Without sufficient reasons, this seemingly ordinary and serious leader, who is actually full of calculations, would not have been able to make such a precise layout from the beginning, as if he expected something big to happen later.
So Shao Zi raised his head and looked at the thoughtful Captain Liang.
"There is an old case," Liang An said slowly, but his eyes drifted to the evidence bag placed aside, "it is related to that Tang Qian."
