Saturday, August 6, early morning, clear, 5:15.

Jokai squatted and took two latex gloves out of his pocket and put them on.

He stood two meters away from his waist.A large face of the four sides seemed to be polished by sandpaper.There was no expression in his face, even if he had a knife around his neck, his face would not be much worse than it was now.

His eyes moved back and forth between the corpse and Jokai, with questions.

Jokai examined the bodies one by one, from head to toe, in order.

“Was she killed with a knife?”He waited impatiently and asked.

“It is a murder weapon like the three-pointed cone of the military.”

The dead lay in a pool of dried-up blood, face down, and the flesh-and-blood wound on his back showed black and purple.

Jokai pressed his finger to the wound of the deceased, and the ruptured skin moved as if frightened.Jokay took a cold breath."She was stabbed no less than twenty knives, with a dozen knives on the back, three knives at the waist, and two knives on the thigh."There is no fixed part.Each knife is very strong, the wound directly to the chest.I think her lungs are broken.There is no doubt that the shock death caused by excessive blood loss.”

He opened the dead man’s hair and showed half of his face.He held the dead man’s face and turned gently toward himself.

It was a very clean face.Very childish, still underage.The long eyelashes, as if sleeping in a delicate place, only the eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if dreaming of something unhappy.As if that face was not dead, as if it could open its eyes at any moment, and the lovely smile on him.

Jokai’s electric hand was shriveled back.

“Time of death of the dead.”He asked impatiently.

"The purple cadaveric spots on the belly of the deceased have been stabilized, and it is not easy to change with finger pressing."At the same time, the cornea of the dead person is slightly cloudy, and it can still see the pupil.It is therefore estimated that the time of death will not exceed 15 hours.The exact estimate should have been between six and eight o'clock yesterday evening.”

“Hmm.”Wu Biao turned around in a circle and looked around the environment.“It’s still summer, at least until after seven o’clock in the evening, it’s not starting to be black.”I don’t think even the killer would dare to do it in a day-to-day.Moreover, he had so many knives from the dead, and he must have been very full of conditions at that time.According to you, the time of the murder can be reduced to between seven and eight."

Jokai nodded, looked down, pinched the dead man's skirt slowly opened.Pink with petal pattern of panties intact on the dead man's buttoes, very clean.He examined the inside of his thighs and frowned.He gently opened the dead man's panties for a moment and took out a thermometer and inserted it into his anus.

“The average outdoor temperature is now 21 degrees Celsius.The temperature of the dead rectum is 28 degrees Celsius.The presumed time of death is mild.But it's a little strange."

“Which point?”

“The deceased has no trace of sexual assault.”

“No?”Wu Biao looked around, "Get a little girl dressed up here just to kill her?"

“Here.The leader.”Jokai touched a plastic card on the dead man’s body.He pushed his near-sighted glasses up his nose and read them.“Jiahui Private Foreign Language School, High School, Class 5, Song Jia, 16 years old.”

Wu Biao paused for a moment.“It really means something.This guy can kill a 16-year-old girl.Definitely an extreme lunatic.Why didn’t he rape her?I have come into contact with the vicious cases of the victim as underage young girls, and the main purpose of the murderer is to satisfy the deformed sexual desire.Why is this guy an exception?”

“Maybe he lost his sexual function, and repression caused psychopathy.”

"He can use his hands and his mouth."

“Or is the killer a woman?”

I dare not think of this... forget it, don't guess here."Wu Biao knocked on his head.“Bring the body back first.It is good to be able to confirm the identity of the deceased.Check around her school family.And the mobile phone, to see who the girl usually communicates with, is she dying not through a phone, to check who the other party is.

The police next to the case work together are ordered to nod off and carefully record on the notepad.Others are busy taking photos and taking evidence.

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Murong Yuchuan rubbed his unkempt hair and looked at the thick pile of photocopying materials on the table with studs.

“Go back and read it, don’t understand it, ask me.”No other books need to be read.These are decades of my work, and I've read them and I'll give you a master's degree."

The arrogant old man sent Murong Yuchuan, sat back in his rocking chair, picked up a book, a comic book, Detective Conan.After watching it, he intends to tell a story to his kindergarten grandchildren, saying that he is a child to cultivate the next generation of keen insight.

Murong Yuchuan did not know that the old man really wanted to tell a story to his grandson, or whether he wanted to see it himself.

He now has a little regret, it is better to go back to Beijing directly after four years of college to find a job for his father.The Murong family is a single legend, the legend of the ancestors can be traced back to the five Hus 16 countries of the Great Yan royal family, but also appeared in Murongfu such a well-known "historical figure".Murong Yuchuan's father, adhering to the fine family tradition, became the authority in the field of clinical treatment of heart disease in China, went down to the common people, arrived at the official dignitaries, and a variety of patients with heart problems, under Professor Murong's superb medical skills, and created more carbon dioxide for the earth for decades.

Although there is a slight difference between what he has learned and his father's profession, one is a knife for the living and a knife to the dead, but with his own rich second-generation identity, mixed with a well-dressed identity, and the communication circle of the upper class should not be difficult.

At first, Professor Murong was very opposed to his son's choice of forensic professional, and then calmed down and thought that his son was always rambling, irresponsible, and there would be no risk to the dead, so he reluctantly agreed.

There is almost no difference between going to school in C City and Beijing, and the money in bank cards is always the envy of the working class.Eat at my uncle’s house.There is also a child of Murong Yuchuan who is a criminal police officer at the C City Public Security Bureau.Therefore, no matter how Murong Yuchuan is tossed and how to show off his wealth, at least some people can ventilate the letter to Grandpa Murong at any time, and no one will dare to kidnap his son.