Criminal Investigation Notes

In the north of December, it was snowy and windy. Every few days will fall a heavy snow, look at the world is white, those thick ice and snow layer upon layer, may not melt after the new year.

However, in December in Nancheng, the temperature has just dropped below zero. The grass and many trees are still green, only turning dark green.

There is frost on the street occasionally. When the sun comes out, it will soon turn into water.

Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains, and sometimes sleet. It depends on the mood of the sky.

In contrast, it seems that the South will be warmer than the north, but the result is not.

There's still heating in the north, and the cooling in the south is everywhere, imprinted in the bones with moisture.

Among the four seasons of the year, Lusi likes summer best and hates winter the most.

The reason is that it is warm in summer and cold in winter.

He is heat-resistant and does not often sweat when it is very hot, but he is surprisingly afraid of the cold.

Every winter, Lusi feels like the worst time of the year.

The air conditioner in the house is turned to the maximum, plus a few heaters and heating skirting lines, the room becomes extremely dry, but it still makes him feel cold.

It's so hard to go to work during the day. The central air-conditioning system of the Municipal Bureau is aging, and the cooling is not heating. The wind blowing in winter is also cold. Song Wen put a heater in their small office, which made Lushi feel better.

The weather began to cool down these two days. Song Wen passed by Lu Siyu's desk and took his hand to touch it. It was still cold.

Lu Si Yu looks up at him, blinks his eyes and apologizes a little.

Distressed Song Wen quickly poured him a cup of boiling water.

Warm baby, warm hand treasure, oven, warm water bag, red date tea, ginger sugar water, as long as it can be used for heating, Lushi language is used. But it's still a drop in the bucket. If it wasn't for the fact that the electric blanket was too uncomfortable to drive all night, he might have used it.

So every night, Song Wen was so hot that he wanted to wear short sleeves, but Lu Si Yu was so cold that he huddled in his down jacket.

His body seems to have lost its own function of heating, whether it is sports or food, can not provide enough heat, how much clothes he wears is not very useful.

Fortunately, most of the work of Lu Si Yu is civilian work, and he only needs to follow Song Wen. After Song Wen was promoted to the leader of the branch, he did not have to go out of the scene unless it was a big and urgent case. The frequency of the cases was only two or three times a month.

But even if it is not many times, there is still a need to go out of the scene.

In recent days, the snow has cooled down, but a thorny case has been encountered. The corpse of a victim was crushed by the suspect with a machine and left in the wilderness. The snow was buried in the snow. In order to avoid further damage to the bones and the loss of the body, we must find the whole body as soon as possible.

Song Wen went to the scene with the landing secretary. Criminal police find snow melting device, one by one to open the snow, in the snow looking for broken bones. After a day's work, I found almost all the bodies.

Song Wen asked Lu Siyu to wait in the car, but he refused to do anything special. One day, he was so frozen that he almost fainted at the scene.

After returning home, Song Wen washed his feet and kneaded his legs with warm water. It took him about an hour to recover consciousness.

The next morning, Song Wen asked for a half day's leave and took Lu Si Yu to the hospital. Both Chinese and Western medicine were given expert numbers.

The western medicine took his temperature, and it was only in his early thirty-six degrees. Without saying a word, he opened a whole body examination. He took several tubes of blood, ECG, CT, and B-ultrasound for a circle. In the end, it turned out that the heart and lungs were normal, and a little hypoglycemia. Except for stomach disease, no other serious disease was found. Maybe it was born like this. Pay attention to rest and keep warm.

Lu Si language seems to have expected this result for a long time and is very calm about the result.

Song Wen looks very distressed at the blood that Lu Si language was drawn, but he doesn't know how to make up for it.

In traditional Chinese medicine, the pulse looks at the tongue, saying that it is due to cold constitution and deficiency of body. He asked Lu Si Yu's physical condition in detail. After comprehensive analysis, he almost died when he was a child, injured his vital energy, and later suffered several diseases. Before that, he also suffered from massive bleeding, which led to insufficient blood gas. In addition, it dropped into the water once again, and those cold Qi entered the viscera and went deep into the bone marrow

Song Wen heard more and more frightening, asked the doctor, how to treat.

The doctor said that in addition to good health care, there is no solution. It is possible to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine, but those drugs are comforting. If your stomach is not good, you'd better not take it often. Finally, they are advised to try acupuncture, massage and physiotherapy.

Lu Si said, shaking his head.

On the way back, Song Wen was silent, but Lu Si Yu comforted him, "it's OK. It's not illness. It's just that I feel cold. I've been cooking more mutton soup recently. I'll go back to exercise and run with you. When the new year is over, the weather will be warmer, and it will be better. "

Song Wen said, pulling up the hand of Lushi language and kissing him, his fingertips were cool.

When he arrived at the office in the afternoon, Fu Linjiang came to find Song Wen.

Their team received a case before, and found a female corpse without clothes in a trunk. Although it was winter, the body had been placed for a long time. The face of the female corpse was scratched several times, and her face was swollen and rotten.The first step in the investigation of the case encountered difficulties. They were unable to determine the identity of the deceased.

The time of death was about 10 days ago. The female corpse was about 165 in height and weighed about 100 Jin. She was 25 years old. She had long hair, white skin and little hair. It can be seen that she was a beautiful young girl.

After fingerprint DNA entry, no results were found.

There are no birthmarks, scars and surgical marks all over her body. The only distinctive feature is a tattoo on her calf.

The tattoo is about the size of a palm. It's a blue butterfly. The butterfly comes out of the cocoon and flies.

Those spots, decay, did not affect this small piece of tattoo.

Lin xiuran cut off the skin near the tattoo and soaked it in antiseptic.

Lu Siyu comes over and takes a look at the glass bottle. There is a small piece of human skin inside. It can be seen that Lin xiuran has cut the butterfly very skillfully, not only retaining the whole picture of the butterfly, but also causing no great damage.

At this time, Song Wen took those photos and looked at them carefully, but he was at a loss.

Fu Linjiang said on one side: "we have checked the latest missing report and missing person files, but we have not found any. Then I took the photos and asked some tattooists. The masters of the tattoo shop said that the tattoos were very good, but I couldn't tell whose craftsmanship it was. "

Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"

Tattoos are like paintings. They can be classified into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Those original, unique, often need special design, the aesthetic and craftsmanship of the master is also very high, the price is higher.

Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although the tattoo of butterfly pattern is common, but those masters of this style say they haven't seen it. It should be the only one."

In other words, it may be a unique butterfly in the world.

But who is the owner of the butterfly?

Fu added: "we have searched the Internet and all kinds of information databases, but we haven't found any information about this tattoo."

If they don't find the tattoo artist, they probably won't be able to identify the woman.

Song Wen asked again, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "

Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We've retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng city will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same type in a month. This is only the physical store data, and there is no fingerprint on the box and no other clues."

Lu Si Yu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information.

Fu Linjiang said: "we can only infer that it was caused by a knife similar to a fruit knife. A knife in the abdomen is a fatal injury. Several knives on the face were scratched after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore the appearance."

Everything goes back to the origin.

It seems that only hope can be placed on this butterfly.

Song Wen frowned: "I think this tattoo coloring method is very special, through the geometric color block let the butterfly become more three-dimensional, such a technique should be rare, you ask a few more tattoo shops."

This is the only direction of investigation, but the hope is very slim.

There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not have been tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattooist and then find the girl?

In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on the paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.

After passing the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo.

The photos still can't take the details more clearly, and the human skin is more inconvenient to bring.

With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.

Lu Siyu came to see the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?"

Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I can't say that. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a lot of ideas."

He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo is the work of a tattoo artist. The low-level tattooists can only copy, but the high-level ones can innovate, so that the works have the soul. I think that when the tattoo artist tattoos this tattoo, he must have love in his heart. Although the tattoo does not look complicated, it contains a lot of mystery. The small details are very delicate, and there are many color blocks to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for this tattoo to be designed and completed. "

Lu Si Yu looked at it for a moment. According to the radian of the human body, he rolled the paper slightly. The tattoo was on the inner side of the girl's calf, and the butterfly wings were unfolded. If it was in the light and shadow, with the walking movement of people, the butterfly should be looming, and it looked like it was dancing. The design in it was really exquisite.Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has made a lot of efforts. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration Such a good tattoo should be taken out as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it... "

Lu Si Yu asked: "is it possible that he is a foreign tattooist?"

Song Wen shook his head: "the style and technique are still more Chinese style, but I only know a little about painting and tattoo, so I can't tell."

The case is so stuck here that we can't find a breakthrough.

In the evening, the two returned home, and Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.

Lu Si Yu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.

Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Si Yu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "why do you hide so far from me?"

Lu Si said a little sorry: "I'm afraid of ice to you."

Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After saying this, he pulled Lu Si Yu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. However, he was still cold and cold without knowing why.

Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was cold a thrill.

But he still held Lusi tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at him. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter.

Song Wen couldn't help but lower his head, and his lips rubbed on his forehead, "better?"

"Much better." Relying on the Song Dynasty, Lushi language found a trace of warmth.

Song Wen, like coaxing a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep."

The lights were turned off, leaving only a few night lights.

Lu Si Yu rubbed in Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes.

He was not so afraid of the cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Now although his body is a little cold, but his heart is warm, in comparison, he has been very satisfied.

When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Si Yu's hand is around his waist, and his head is resting on his chest and buried deeply. He pulls the quilt up and then gets closer to his body.

Lu Si Yu was asleep. He had a dream. He and Song Wen were watching the art exhibition. The exhibition hall was very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he saw Raphael and Picasso.

There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some of them are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.

Song Wen took his hand and gently explained it to him.

There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl.

There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer and closer. He is only close to her

Just as he was sleeping, Song Wen felt that Lu Si Yu beside him suddenly sat up. He woke up and put on a piece of clothes for Lu Siyu. "Oh, little ancestor, be careful of catching cold."

Lu Si Yu was still asleep. He had a dream about the girl just now. He recalled the dream. He stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility."

"What?" Song Wen asked

After waking up for a few seconds, Lu Si said, "is it possible that the exquisite tattoo was tattooed by the tattoo master?"