At this moment, Wen Qiao and Ling Ling's cell phones rang at the same time.
Wen Qiao saw a name that surprised him, Han Songlin.
"teacher?"
"Xiao Wen, what happened? The psychologist Liu Mengwei I introduced to you last time is missing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was as kind as ever, but there was also a hint of worry.
"How did you know about this?" He remembered that he had just asked Ling Feng to go to the school to inquire about Liu Mengwei's whereabouts, but he should not have asked the dean of the School of Forensic Medicine anyway, right?
"Did you meet the police who went to the school to investigate?"
"Yes, it's a coincidence. Yesterday, several teachers from our college were invited to visit a life sciences company. After that, we had a meal together. In the end, Teacher Liu drove me back."
Wen Qiao was shocked. He didn't expect such a thing to happen. According to this, Han Songlin should be the last person they could trace back to yesterday who saw Liu Mengwei.
"Did she do anything unusual at that time? Did she say where she was going next?" Although Ling Feng had probably asked these questions before, he still wanted to get some clues from them.
"Teacher Liu and I are just ordinary colleagues. How can I have the nerve to ask such a personal question? Besides, it was almost 10 o'clock when we separated last night. I took it for granted that she must have gone home directly."
"Is this so..." Wen Qiao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"However, if you want to ask what's unusual, I can only say that Teacher Liu didn't seem very interested during the whole visit and meal. I heard that she is very popular among students. Who does she like? They all looked gentle and kind. She must have had something on her mind yesterday, right? It wasn’t until she sent me back on her way back that she seemed to be in a better mood. I told Officer Ling just now about all this, but it seemed that Not much help.”
Someone or something that makes her unhappy? Wen Qiao thought of someone.
"Is there a mulatto-looking woman in the group that was with you yesterday?"
The other end of the phone was obviously surprised: "There was indeed a lady who looked mixed race, but she left the meeting midway."
"Did she introduce her name?" Wen Qiao felt that he had finally found a handhold in the void.
"She seems to be called Qiqi, because her name is quite distinctive, so I remember it."
"Did she say anything to Liu Mengwei? Please recall it carefully, teacher. Anything is fine."
The old professor on the other end of the phone also felt the tension in his words. After a moment of silence, he said: "I'm sorry, Xiaowen, I really don't remember what the two of them said. But I remembered something else that was a bit unusual. After the banquet, the organizer prepared a souvenir for everyone, but I saw that Teacher Liu didn’t take it. I don’t know if she forgot or deliberately didn’t take it. But when I got in the car, I found that she It seems that the souvenir was already in her car.”
"What kind of package is the souvenir?" Wen Qiao's eyes began to search.
"It's a pure white package with no patterns or words on it, and it contains a can of tea."
Next to the shelf where the plaster heads are placed, there is such a plain white packaging bag. Is this it?
Wen Qiao walked over and picked it up. The space originally used to store things was not a tea bucket, but a glass bottle containing some kind of transparent liquid. He carefully removed the stopper, and his pupils contracted instantly. It was a smell he was very familiar with, formalin, something must have been soaked in it before.
Will it be in this place? In this messy space where everything that should and should not be present is stacked up in disorder, the smell of various chemicals such as sulfides, aromatic hydrocarbons, and alkenes makes people dizzy.
There is also a small card at the bottom of the packaging bag. When you take it out, it is the business card of Zhu Tao's Zhuoyu Studio.
At this time, Ling Ling also put down the phone.
"Ma Xiaochao just sent me a surveillance video of the building opposite. It seems that something was discovered."
Ling Ling opened the video file he had just received and looked at it with Wen Qiao.
There were almost no changes in the first half of the surveillance video until 11:23, when several pieces of white stuff seemed to be floating in the corner of the ditch captured.
Ling Ling exclaimed: "The corpses actually flowed out from here. They were first cut into pieces and then thrown away. Only in this way could this canal be filled. I should have thought of this!"
Then she excitedly grabbed Wen Qiao and said, "Let's go downstream and have a look!"
"No need." Wen Qiao remained surprisingly calm: "We have fallen into a misunderstanding."
"A complete body was transported from here in the morning, and there is such a large amount of blood at this scene. Anyone would think that a murder occurred here, right?"
Ling Ling's expression froze: "Isn't it?"
"When the truth is false, the false is also true. What is thought to be a model is actually a real person. What is thought to be a real person, why can't it be a model?"
"Although the video is not very clear, you can still barely see that these things are floating on the water and can float with the running water, so these are probably not real severed limbs."
After Wen Qiao finished speaking, he came to the box containing the silicone prosthetic limbs and took out a silicone forearm to observe and compare. At this moment, he smelled the familiar smell again.
No matter how sensitive Wen Qiao's sense of smell is, he can't easily find something that was once contained in a small glass bottle in a room full of things. But now that thing is next to him, and he has already captured its smell. .
He began to rummage, taking out all the forearms and legs from the box, and finally found a finger at the bottom. The smell was coming from this finger. In this large box of silicone prostheses Only this small section of finger is real.
The finger was pale and slender, with distinct joints. It looked like a woman's finger. There is no sign of swelling and swelling, and the soaking time in the formalin solution should not be too long. There is a shallow indentation at the base of the finger, obviously there was a ring there before.
"This... this is real!" Ling Ling was a little unbelievable: "You just said there was no body here, how could a real finger appear again! My mind is going crazy. What happened in this terrible place yesterday? What!"
Wen Qiao frowned. He had no clue now, but what was certain was that if Liu Mengwei could be found, the extraordinary puzzles that happened in this ordinary studio yesterday could probably be solved.
But where is this woman who is full of secrets from beginning to end? Wen Qiao took another look at the mobile phone in the evidence bag. Is she in a critical situation right now? Can you survive until the moment they crack the phone? Can you rescue her before she gets hurt?
When the false becomes true, the true is also false, and there is something inaction and nothingness.
Maybe it's just a false alarm, maybe they always think too much about professional factors. In fact, that cunning woman is living well somewhere, and even secretly laughs at them for working in vain. Isn't this Her style? Wen Qiao thought. .
Another rapid ringtone interrupted Wen Qiao's thoughts. Ling Ling quickly answered the call. His eyes could not help but open wider and wider as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"My brother found her car, it's on Zaolin Road!"
