Chapter 5

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. The group of people walk and scatter, and Song Wen and Fu Linjiang fall at the end. In the afternoon, the sun is shining. The green area is good. There are new buds on the branches of green trees around, and the flowers are blooming. It's because the occupancy rate is not high and there are few people.

As they talked, they came to the small garden. There were several stone tables and chairs for the residents to rest. At this time, it was more than one o'clock in the afternoon. It was lunch break, and there was no one there.

Before everyone's food arrived, Lu Siyu had already opened a meal. Several lunch boxes were lined up in front of him, from left to right, from meat to vegetables. They were neat, full of color and fragrance. He was holding a pair of exquisite black chopsticks in his hand and eating a big lunch as if there were no one else.

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

Every time the smell of blood became strong, he turned on the water device of the bathtub and began to change the water. He took ice from the refrigerator and sprinkled it on the side of the body. Then he put the pieces of sternum and meat into the pot. Pressure cooker, stew, steamer, all the containers that can be used, the fire rises, the water begins to bubble, and a layer of foam rolls on. It's the strong meat smell again. It seems that salt and pepper can make it delicious. He put the boiled bones in a bag.

Juicing starts from the heart. He carefully took out the red organs, cut a few knives and put them into the juicer. With the buzzing of the machine, the muscles and nerves inside turned into a pool of red viscous juice, like a cup of red soybean milk. Then there is the digested chyme in the stomach, the liver is connected with the green gallbladder, and finally the intestines are pulled out of the corpse by hand. In order to facilitate juicing, he uses scissors to cut those organs into small pieces, and there is no difference in dealing with those food materials at ordinary times.

For a long time, he immersed himself in it, and used all the attention of his senses to dissipate loneliness and fear. There was a force in his heart to support him and let him complete all this.

The knife in his hand seems to dissect the corpse, and the blood splashes out with each knife. His heart is unusually calm, and his action steps are in order. 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 fear nor feels a little excited. The knife is smooth It's like accomplishing a long planned task to sew the bone, separate the limbs, cut the flesh, and pry the ribs.

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

Lu Siyu couldn't feel the temperature around him, as if there was cold ice water splashing on him, leading him into the dark place. At that moment, he was the one squatting in the bathroom to cut the body. The buzzing of the juicer, the ticking of the blood flow, and the sizzling sound of the stew on the pot met.

Lu Si language closed his eyes, he missed the usual dinner time, now his stomach is empty, there is a slight tingling. As a child, he hated the feeling of being hungry, like life pulling away from the inside of his body.

Strange to say, the house looks completely different during the day and at night. Maybe it's because of the murder. It's a bit chilly at night. With memory, Lu Siyu walks to the entrance of the outer guard. The bathtub is still half full, but the body is no longer there.

It's evening, the living room is dark, and the light meat flavor is still there. He didn't turn on the light. By moonlight, after entering the living room, he picked up the thermos cup on the dining table and put it into his schoolbag. Then he did not rush to leave, but began to look around, his eyes shining in the dark, like a beast hidden in the forest, sharp and calm.

It was dark outside, and there was a faint light in the corridor. Lu Siyu carefully crossed the Yellow cordon and opened the door. At the beginning of the light, he returned to the scene.

Song Wen was not far behind him. He looked at the elevator and didn't follow it.

"No, I'll go myself." Lu Siyu's words are a little frightened, like a new man who has done something wrong. He is eager to make up for his mistake. Without waiting for Song Wen to answer, he turns and walks to the corridor alone and presses the elevator.

Fortunately, the key on the other side of the property has not been returned as material evidence. Song Wen handed it to Lu Siyu and said, "I'll go up with you."

Song Wen frowned and was a little helpless: "little ancestor, how did you drop things again?" At noon, the water cup was left in the car, and at night, the water cup was left at the scene.

Just as he was about to get on the bus, Lu Siyu stopped I left my glass at the scene of the crime. "

Song Wen looks at Lu Siyu coming by, his eyes slightly squinting at him, trying to figure out what Lu Siyu thinks.

Song Wen, a workaholic, especially likes talking 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, who has just left our team leader.Lu Si language looked at this situation, eyelashes trembled, took the initiative to stand out of the siege, said: "I and song team together." The other three brothers looked at him with moving eyes, hoping to give him a banner to save the world.

This is quite smooth, for a time, the other several people have lowered their heads, no more stubble.

Song Wen said: "why not? I'm going to see Dr. Zhou

Fu Linjiang touched his nose: "but we are not going well with your family."

Before Lin xiuran is sitting in the Bureau's special corpse car to go, there are three police cars parked in the community garage. Xu Yao, Cheng Xiaobing and Zhu Xiao get into a car. Lu Siyu follows Fu Linjiang to get together with Lao Jia. Over there, Song Wen took the key of the car and said, "Oh, don't you think it's crowded?" Several criminal investigators went to the car. He was the only one on this one, obviously because of the uneven distribution of resources.

At about 7 p.m., Song Wen finally decided that he could not find any more clues, so he ordered the work to stop. Everyone got on the bus. Now it's time to get off work. In addition to the need to send the material evidence, the gun and the rest of the body back to the Bureau, others can go home directly.

In the bag, there were not only some bodies, a knife, but also some blood clothes which were cut up after washing.

Xu Yao flipped and sorted out the things found in the bag, ready to go back to the police station for further tests. Due to the May Day holiday, many garbage sites are not cleaned up in time, resulting in their harvest this afternoon.

Today's police are sanhei and Sihua, both of whom are experienced in many battles. Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia, with two dogs and the forensic assistant, searched several nearby garbage dumps. By five o'clock in the afternoon, several blue bags were found and gathered together.

There are mainly four police dogs commonly used in Nancheng Municipal Bureau. They are usually kept together with those on the drug enforcement side. Fu Linjiang is happy every day. He not only gets along well with others, but also gets along well with the police dogs in the team. When the dogs see him, they are like meeting their relatives. They come and lick Fu Linjiang from top to bottom.

At two o'clock, the police dog was transferred.

In the afternoon, Lin xiuran went back to the police station with the corpse. The situation of the corpse was changing all the time. The earlier the autopsy, the better the detection of the case.

Newcomers always make subjective judgments. In fact, the current criminal police work pays attention to reasoning. Every clue must be down-to-earth in order to reach a final conclusion. Lu Siyu's view seems too vague. Song Wen gets up to pick up the disposable lunch boxes and says, "let's continue to check."

Lu Siyu shook his head, lowered his head and closed the bag, unwilling to say any more.

"Why do you say that?"

"In classic cases, there are several reasons for dismembering and throwing corpses. The most common one is not to let people find the identity of the dead, increase the difficulty of exploration, hide the traces of suspects, and facilitate the disposal of corpses. The second one is that it is related to sex. Killing and dismembering can bring pleasure to some people." Lu Siyu packed the lunch box, put it into his backpack, looked up at Song Wen, "but in this case, I don't think these two reasons are the same."

Song Wen holds his arms in both hands: "how to say?" This is a bit around, but he thought about it, and instantly understood the meaning of Lu Si language.

"I tend to commit crimes by acquaintances, and the person who dismembers the corpse has a certain medical basis." At this point, Lu Siyu's hand gave a slight pause, and then said, "I don't think the purpose of the murderer is to dismember the corpse for the sake of dismembering it."

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

"Not bad."

"Are you used to the first day today?"

Lu Si said, "well, I've written it all down. I'll go back and sort it out tonight."

Song Wen licked his lips, but he still had a little bit of meaning. He asked him, "have you made all the records?"

Lu Si language didn't guard against, always serious captain suddenly asked him this, bowed his head and said: "I do it myself, I like to do it myself when I'm free, I can't get used to it outside."

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

After lunch, all the criminal policemen left before they finished their work. For a moment, only Lu Siyu and Song Wen were left at the stone table. Lu Siyu lowered his head and packed the lunch box.

Song Wen always thinks that the best food to eat is the first time it's out of the pot. When it's reheated overnight, it will lose its flavor. But this sparerib in his mouth just wants to make people eat more rice. This dish is really delicious. It's absolutely the standard of a chef. It's a kind of enjoyment from the tip of the tongue to the taste buds. Try some other dishes. They are more and more amazing.

Song Wen looked at this group of greedy subordinates and said, "OK, you guys have some left." But the action is not down, clip a ribs, put on his lunch box. The spareribs are sweet and sour, and they are made of naturally grown ecological Black Pork. They are wrapped in a layer of pulp juice, which brings a little sour and sweet to the mouth. The taste is full of fresh fragrance. The taste is not the flavor mixed out of fast food, but the fresh ingredients plus various high-grade seasonings, coupled with perfect craftsmanship.

"This shrimp is so fresh. "

" Alas, the ribs are crispy and delicious. ""It's delicious. It's a good cook."

The crowd immediately praised the dishes.

Zhu Xiao had been greedy for a long time, so he immediately raised his chopsticks. Especially Lao Jia, who had vomited all his breakfast, was already hungry and didn't speak to Lu Si politely.

As soon as he brought the fast food, Lu Siyu found that he underestimated the economic difference between the ordinary criminal police and himself. Everyone had only one meal, but there was still less food and more food, which made him a little embarrassed. He pushed several dishes forward and said, "how many dishes do I bring? If you don't mind, you can eat them together."

The weather in May is neither cold nor hot. The small garden is full of birds and flowers, and the environment is very good. We discussed the case with each other in the morning. There was no embarrassment for a long time. After two minutes, song wending's meal arrived.

Seeing this, Song Wen thought to himself, this man really can stand up to his second generation status. He really dotes on himself and does not suffer at all.

At both ends of the time, Lu Siyu and the murderer looked at each other from a distance, as if they were having a silent communication

What's wrong? He seems to have forgotten something

Lu Siyu pondered for a moment, and the other hand's knife slowly cut down What does this action mean? Net, net, you should remember to collect or remember, report mistakes, ask for books, find books and chat with book friends: