Criminal Investigation Notes

The leisure area of the community is in the center of the community, and the scene of the murder is in the corner of the community. It will take a few minutes to walk past. This group of people walk and disperse, and Song Wen and Fu Linjiang are at the end. In the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the greening of the community is good. The branches of the surrounding green trees are sprouting, and the flowers are also competing for fragrance. It is because the occupancy rate is not high and the population is scarce.

In the afternoon, when I came to the garden, there was no time for two people to rest.

Before everyone's food arrived, Lu Siyu had already started his meal. In front of him, several lunch boxes were arranged in a row, from left to right, from meat to vegetable. They were neat and neat, with all kinds of colors and flavors. He held a pair of exquisite black chopsticks in his hand and ate a delicious lunch with his head down.

Seeing this, Song Wen thought, this man is really worthy of his second generation of wealth. He will spoil himself, and will not be aggrieved at all.

The weather in May is not cold or hot. The environment in the garden is very good. Everyone discussed the case in the morning. There was no embarrassment for too long. After two minutes, song wending's dinner arrived.

As soon as the fast food was brought over, Lu Siyu found that he underestimated the economic difference between the ordinary criminal police and himself. Everyone had only one rice to cover the water, or the food was less and the rice was more. He was a little embarrassed. He pushed forward several dishes and said, "I have many dishes. You can eat them together if you don't mind."

Zhu Xiao and his several have been greedy for a long time, so they immediately raised their chopsticks. Lao Jia, in particular, vomited all his breakfast. He was very hungry at this time. He didn't speak to Lu Si at all.

The people took the food and ate it, and immediately they were full of praise.

"It's delicious. It's good cooking."

"Well, the ribs are so crisp and delicious."

"This shrimp is so fresh. "

Song Wen looked at this group of voracious subordinates and said," OK, you can leave some for others. " But the action is a little bit down, clip a piece of spareribs, put on their own box lunch. The spareribs are sweet and sour. They are made of natural ecological Black Pork. They are wrapped in a layer of pulp juice. The taste is sweet and sour in the mouth. The taste is not the fresh taste blended in fast food, but fresh ingredients with various high-grade seasonings and perfect craftsmanship.

Song Wen always thinks that the best food to eat is just out of the pot for the first time. When it is reheated overnight, it will lose its flavor. However, the spareribs in his mouth just want people to eat more rice. This dish is really delicious. It is absolutely the chef's standard. From the tip of the tongue to the taste bud, it is a kind of enjoyment. Try some other dishes, one by one amazing.

After lunch, all the criminal police affairs were removed. For a moment, only Lu Si language and Song Wen were left at the stone table. Lu Si language lowered his head and packed the lunch box.

Song Wen asked him, "is this meal cooked by your family?"

Lu Si Yu didn't take precautions. The captain suddenly asked him this, and lowered his head: "I made it myself. I like to make my own food when I'm free. I can't get used to the food outside."

Song Wen licked his lips, and still had a little bit of meaning, and then asked him, "are all the records done?"

Lu Si said, "well, I remember all of them. I'll go back to sort them out tonight."

"Are you used to the first day of the day?"

"Not bad."

"What do you think of the case so far?"

"I tend to commit crimes by acquaintances, and the people who divide the corpses have a certain medical basis." At this point, Lusi's hand pauses slightly, then opens his mouth and says, "I don't think the murderer's purpose is not necessarily to dismember the corpse."

Song Wen held his arms in his hands: "how to say that?" This is a bit of a detour, but he thought about it for a moment and understood the meaning of Luxi.

"In classic cases, there are only several reasons for dismembering and dismembering the corpse. The most common reason is that no one can find out the identity of the dead, increase the difficulty of exploration, hide the trace of suspects and facilitate the disposal of corpses. Secondly, it is related to sex. Killing and dismembering can bring pleasure to some people." Lu Siyu packed the lunch box and put it into his backpack. He looked up at Song Wen. "But in this case, I don't think these two reasons are."

"Why do you say that?"

Lu Si language shakes his head, bows his head and closes the bag, unwilling to say more.

New people always make subjective assumptions about some contents. In fact, the current work of Criminal Police pays attention to reasoning. Every clue must be down-to-earth before the final conclusion can be made. This view of Lu Si Yu seems too vague. Song Wen gets up and picks up the disposable lunch boxes and says, "let's continue to investigate."

In the afternoon, Lin xiuran took the corpse back to the police station first. The situation of the corpse is changing every moment. The earlier the autopsy is, the more favorable it will be for the detection of the case.

At two o'clock, the dog was called in.

Nancheng City Bureau of commonly used police dogs are mainly four, usually with the anti drug side of the raise together. Fu Linjiang is a happy man every day. He is not only kind to others, but also gets along well with the police dogs in the team. When the dogs see him, they feel like they have seen their relatives. They come and lick Fu Linjiang from top to bottom.Today, the three black and four flowers are two, who have experienced many battles. Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia led two dogs and the forensic assistant searched several garbage dumps nearby. By five o'clock in the afternoon, several blue bags that had been found were gathered together.

Xu Yao flipped, sorting out and storing the things found in the bag, ready to go back to the police station for further testing. Due to the May Day holiday, many garbage dumps were not cleaned up in time, resulting in their harvest this afternoon.

The bag contained not only some remains of the body, a knife, but also several pieces of washed and cut blood clothes.

At more than seven o'clock in the evening, Song Wen finally determined that he could not find any more clues, so he ordered the work to be finished. Everyone got on the bus. Now it's off work time. In addition to the physical evidence, guns, and the rest of the corpses back to the Bureau, others can go home directly.

Before that, Lin xiuran took a special corpse truck in the Bureau, and there were three police cars parked in the garage of the community. Xu Yao, Cheng Xiaobing and Zhu Xiao get on a car. Lu Siyu follows Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to and from the car. There Song Wen a person holding the car key, "Oh, you don't feel crowded?" A couple of detectives are going to the car. He was the only one in the car, which was obviously unevenly distributed.

Fu Linjiang touched his nose: "but we and your family are really not on the way."

Song Wen said, "why not? I'm going to see doctor Zhou. "

This is quite on the way, for a while, the other several people have lowered their heads and stopped stubble.

Lu Si language looked at the situation, his eyelashes trembled, and he took the initiative to stand out and say: "I and song team together." The other three brothers all looked at him with moving eyes, hoping to give him a banner to save the world.

Song Wen, the workaholic, likes chatting about work in the car. After work, who doesn't want to relax? In the past, we were forced to have no choice, but now we have a new man, and we have thrown our team leader away.

Song Wen looks at Lu Si Yu coming by and squints at him, trying to figure out the idea of landing Si Yu.

Just as he was about to get on the bus, Lu Si Yu's step stopped and said I left my glass at the scene of the crime. "

Song Wen frowned and a little helpless: "little ancestor, how did you leave things behind?" At noon, the water cup was left in the car, and in the evening, the water cup was left on the scene.

Fortunately, the key to the property has not been returned as material evidence. Song Wen handed it to Lu Siyu and drove the door: "I will accompany you up."

"No, I'll go myself." Lu Si Yu's words were a little frightened, like a new man who had done something wrong and was eager to make up for his fault. Without waiting for Song Wen to answer, he turned around and walked to the corridor alone and pressed the elevator.

Song Wen is not far behind him. He looks at the elevator and doesn't follow him.

It was already dark outside, and there was a light light in the corridor. Lu Siyu carefully drilled through the yellow warning line and opened the door. At the beginning of the light, he returned to the scene of dismemberment.

It was night, the living room was dark, and the light meat was still there. He didn't turn on the light. After entering the living room by moonlight, he picked up the thermos cup on the dining table and put it in his schoolbag. Then, instead of leaving in a hurry, he began to look around, his eyes shining in the dark like a wild animal hidden in the forest, sharp and calm.

Strange to say, the house looks completely different in the daytime and at night. Maybe it is because of the murder. The house at night is a little chilly. With memory, Lu Si Yu walks to the door of the guard. The bathtub is still half full, but the body is no longer there.

Now he has a slight stomachache in his stomach, and his eyes are a little empty now. Ever since he was a child, he hated the feeling of starvation, as if life were being pulled away from his body.

Lu Si language can not feel the temperature around him, as if there is cold water splashing on his body, leading him to the dark place. In that moment, he was the one who was squatting in the bathroom cutting the body. The hum of the juicer, the drip of blood, and the sound of stewing on the pot mingled.

He was wearing gloves and a raincoat. He first cut off his head. It was too inconvenient. His eyes seemed to be staring at him. He wrapped the head in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. Then he went back to the bathroom and faced the headless man.

The knife in his hand seems to be dissecting the corpse. The blood splashes out with each knife. His mind is extremely calm. His steps are orderly. He feels a little relieved. Only in this way can his knife edge be so smooth. His speed is not fast. In the cutting of the wound, he neither sees panic nor feels a trace of excitement It's like completing a long-standing task to sew the bones, separate the limbs, cut the skin and pry the ribs.

For a long time, he was immersed in this, using the concentration of all his senses to dissipate loneliness and fear, and there was a force in his heart to support him to complete all this.

Juicing starts from the heart. He carefully takes out the red viscera, cuts several knives and puts them into the juicer. With the machine buzzing, the muscles and nerves inside turn into a pool of red viscous juice, like a cup of red soybean milk. Then there is the stomach with incomplete digested chyme, the liver with green gallbladders, and finally the intestines. He pulled them out of the body with his hands. In order to facilitate the juicing, he cut those organs into small pieces with scissors. There is no difference in the treatment of those ingredients in peacetime.Whenever the smell of blood is strong, he turns on the water device of the bathtub and starts to change the water. He took ice from the fridge and sprinkled it on the side of the body. Then he put strips of sternum and meat into the pot. The pressure cooker, the stew pan, the steamer, all the containers that could be used, the fire rose, and the water began to bubbling and bubbling. It was the strong smell of meat, which seemed to be delicious with salt and pepper. He put the cooked bones in the bag.

After all the work was done, he carefully checked it, and then turned on the water from the shower head to wash the blood away. It was this move that made some blood stains accumulate in the back of the bathtub and seep down the floor cracks instead of being washed down the floor drain.

At both ends of the time, Lu Si Yu and the murderer looked at each other from afar, as if in a silent communication

What's wrong? He seems to have forgotten something

Lu Si Yu pondered for a moment, and the knife of the other hand slowly cut down What does this action mean?