Chapter 207 Police Officer's Suspect

When Lin Zhi saw that Qiu Huo's coordinates continued to stay in Binxi Garden, she knew that something might have happened.

He turned on his computer and logged into the local forum, where he saw posts discussing the issue.

Some curious people even took photos, from which we can see that the deceased was an elderly woman, lying on the ground with bloodstains faintly visible on the ground.

Although today is a weekday, there are still quite a few people in Binxi Garden.

[Someone really died. I happened to be at the scene and the police are handling the case now. That road is quite remote. If so many people hadn't gone there, no one would have known that such a horrible thing had happened. 】

[This kind of thing is so scary. What kind of lunatic is killing people here? It makes me feel creepy and I dare not go to this place anymore. 】

Lin Zhi refreshed two posts and learned that the body was found fifteen minutes ago. After calling the police, the police quickly rushed to the scene of the crime and evacuated the people.

Lin Zhi tried to get some information about the victim from this information, but because of his current identity, it was not easy for him to inquire about internal police affairs.

The post page turned quickly, and when Lin Zhi refreshed the second page, he suddenly found that the post had been deleted.

When he posted the message, he found that no related topics could be found. This kind of public relations measure is normal. After all, the police cannot watch public opinion ferment and increase the panic of the citizens.

However, Lin Zhi had already saved the photo taken on the spot. He looked at the picture with a slightly gloomy expression, then looked at the flowers that were in full bloom.

What did the murderer mean by this, to warn or scare him, or to regard him as one of his prey?

Did the murderer know that he had seen his eyes?

Lin Zhi opened the calendar and made a mark on it.

On the evening of June 14, the original owner walked into the long alley and was inadvertently involved in a murder.

On the afternoon of June 18, he received a bouquet of flowers with a card containing the location of the murder.

In less than 4 days, the other party committed the crime again too quickly.

The person who delivered the flowers was a lady. Lin Zhi was not sure whether she was the murderer. He turned the card over and saw the name, address and contact information of the flower shop on the back.

Lin Zhi packed his things and went out.

He took a taxi and went to the address on the card.

Maybe the murderer is staring at him now, but Lin Zhi is not afraid.

Whatever the murderer's purpose, he will not die soon.

If the murderer wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of having someone send flowers to his door. He could just disguise himself as anyone and commit the crime.

The previous murder showed that the murderer was a very cautious person, but this time the murder showed some of his arrogance.

The murderer is so arrogant because he has the capital, and this capital is that he is in the dark, while he who is involved is in the light.

The murderer would not kill to silence him, because he knew that he had no idea of ​​his identity, so he could tease him so easily.

To be honest, Lin Zhi was not afraid, and was not even interested in this person.

But he gave him a good opportunity, a chance to get closer to Qiu Huo.

They soon arrived at the flower shop and Lin Zhi paid and got off the car.

The employee who sent him the flowers had already returned to the store. She was a little surprised to see him, so Lin Zhi walked straight up to her to communicate with her.

"Hello, can you tell me when did you receive this order?"

Since the customer was receiving flowers, the staff quickly told him the answer.

"Around ten o'clock in the morning, a lady came to our store and ordered flowers, and asked us to deliver them to your home at one o'clock."

"Can I take a look at the surveillance? I want to know what she looks like."

The employee hesitated for a moment and looked at the boss. The boss thought this was a romantic chase game, so he happily agreed and called up the morning's surveillance footage.

The girl who ordered the flowers was pretty, with no covering on her face. She looked unfamiliar and Lin Zhi had never seen her before.

However, he knew in his heart that this girl was most likely not the one who actually sent him the flowers. The girl was dressed like an ordinary office worker and her posture when entering the flower shop was a little awkward. It seemed that she seldom went to such places.

She asked directly about hydrangeas, but she must be unfamiliar with them because the hydrangeas were right to her right, but she didn't even take a second look at them and chose to ask the clerk.

"Do you know her?"

The boss and employees shook their heads; this was not a customer they were familiar with.

Lin Zhi didn't ask any further questions. She thanked the flower shop and left.

According to the information, the bouquet of hydrangeas he received was a variety called Endless Summer.

There are two kinds of flower language of Endless Summer. One is blessing for newlyweds, implying happy reunion, and the other is implying perseverance.

Neither of them seemed to be related to the current situation, so Lin Zhi didn't think about it any further.

Lin Zhi did not go home quickly, but went to the gym near the flower shop to try out the physical recovery function.

Through constant experiments, he roughly understood the operating principle. His physical strength would be replenished at a slow rate while being consumed. If the physical strength consumed and replenished were balanced, then he could reach an ideal state of never being tired.

Of course, this is just an ideal state.

At about five o'clock, Lin Zhi returned home.

The elevator opened and Lin Zhi saw a tall man standing at the door of her room.

Qiu Huo was smoking, the sunset glow fell on his deep features, and he looked even colder against the warm tones.

Lin Zhi opened the door and asked, "When did you come? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"where have you been?"

"Gym, I want to exercise so that I won't be in danger and won't be able to fight back."

Lin Zhi walked in and bent down to get slippers for Qiu Huo. He was wearing a pair of loose black sweatpants today. As he bent down, the fabric stuck to his body lines, outlining a soft curve.

Qiu Huo forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the other person's butt, the wrinkles between his brows deepened, he put out the cigarette, walked in, threw the cigarette into the trash can, and looked at the flowers on the small bar.

Qiu Huo stared at him and said, "Someone died in Binxi Garden. The victim was stabbed three times. The marks are exactly the same as those in the cases you have encountered."

"So this is the case. Is this some kind of special ritual or his exclusive mark?"

Lin Zhi took a sip of water, and because the sticky sweat made him feel uncomfortable, he went into the bedroom.

The young man's reaction was too calm. He didn't seem surprised at all, let alone panic.

Qiu Huo leaned against the door, looked at him with lowered eyes and said, "Although there is no connection between the two victims, due to the special nature of their wounds we plan to investigate them together, which means this is a serial murder case."

He emphasized, "If you are not the murderer or an accomplice, then you have been targeted by him."

Lin Zhi took her pajamas, looked up at the man blocking the door, and said with a curved lip: "Officer, you are blocking me. Even if he wants to kill me, I want to take a shower now."

“It’s really getting hot.”

The young man grumbled a little complainingly and fanned himself with his fingers on the collar.

The wide collar was constantly opened and closed by his movements, and the white color was dazzling.

Qiu Huo was among the best in the criminal investigation team in both static and dynamic capture. He easily saw the one on his chest. He felt a little anxious unconsciously and pinched his fingers.

Qiu Huo made way and watched the young man walk towards the bathroom.

"Any normal person would be nervous if they knew they were being targeted by a murderer."

Lin Zhi kept walking and replied lazily: "Officer, you forgot that I am sick and I am not normal."

"Also, I'm very nervous," the young man leaned against the door and looked back, his palm against his heart, his eyes full of smiles, "so for my safety, please don't leave for the time being. If I get killed while taking a shower, it would be too undignified."

The young man had fair skin, and his pupils looked extremely black under the light. If we ignore the words he said, he seemed particularly affectionate.

The public bathroom in Lin Zhi's house is separated into dry and wet areas. When you walk in from the bathroom door, you need to pass through another door to reach the bathroom.

Qiu may have been in there this morning, so he naturally knew the layout clearly. The young man did not go into the bathroom to take off his clothes, but took off his clothes at the door.

The shadows were reflected on the door, and the movement could be clearly seen, followed by the sounds of footsteps and boiling water.

Qiu Huo thought that the man inside was really sick. Of course, he was not referring to the fact that he took off his clothes before even reaching the bathroom.

When Lin Zhi came out of the bathroom, Qiu Huo was standing sideways to him, and there was nothing unusual about him.

"We will take this card back for investigation. We may have some more questions that require your cooperation. If you have any clues next, we hope you can provide them to us and keep in touch with us."

"But it's best not to go out casually to avoid danger."

"I try my best, but I may not be able to control myself when I get sick."

Lin Zhi didn't plan to stay at home all the time. He walked to the bar, picked out a few better-blooming flowers from the bouquet, and put them in the vase.

He placed it in a more conspicuous place so that people could notice it at a glance.

Of course, he didn't show it to the murderer, but to Qiu Huo, so that when Qiu Huo saw the flower, he would be reminded of his current situation.

"I went to the flower shop and asked. A girl ordered the flowers at 10 a.m. and had them delivered to my house at 1 p.m."

Qiu Huo's expression turned a little cold when he heard this.

"We received the report at 12:50. According to the forensic estimate, the deceased died within two hours."

"Someone saw the victim at 12:10, which means she was killed after that time, but before 12:50."

In other words, when the murderer ordered the flowers, the murder had not yet occurred, and the murderer's purpose was not to let Lin Zhi, who saw the card, go to the crime scene and repeat the previous incident.

This is not a preview, but a notification, or a publicity or a show-off.

Qiu Huo investigated for an entire afternoon, starting with the deceased's social relationships. Like Yue Jixiang, the deceased did not have overly complicated social relationships, and it was not related to murder for money or love, and she and Yue Jixiang did not know each other at all.

But there must be something in common among the victims chosen by the serial killer, and the speed at which the murderer commits crimes is very worrying.

Serial killers usually have a fixed frequency of committing crimes, with the intervals between crimes becoming shorter as time goes by, and the intervals between these two cases are already very short.

Qiu Huo looked through the old files and found no relevant case records. He has already asked people to check whether there are similar cases in other places.

Lin Zhi tapped the table with his fingertips: "He is informing me that he will finish this task before this time."

"Because he knew that I might not necessarily go as a witness."

"A life taken is not something worth witnessing."

Qiu Huo's tone was not nice. He didn't like seeing others die in front of him.

"The police officer is right," Lin Zhi put his hands on the table and approached Qiu Huo across the table, "Then next time I ask you for help, don't refuse me. Taking too much medicine has side effects and may even cause drug resistance. I don't like it."

"If cuffs don't work, then use ties, or do you prefer ropes?"

The young man's handsome face showed a slightly embarrassed expression, and he murmured: "Actually, I don't have any of these at home, but the police officer's belt should be able to be used."

What he said was so ulterior, yet so soft and harmless.