Chapter 80 The Murder Case Reappears

I had just lain down for a short while.

My phone suddenly rang with a "ding".

Yu Qing picked up her phone from the bedside table and found a new friend request message.

He was immediately puzzled.

It's so late, who would add him?

But when he saw the name Lu Chi in the notes.

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Yu Qing casually clicked "agree".

Lu Chi's online name is Lu Chi, and his profile picture is a kitten, which looks very cute.

This kid likes kittens even more than he thought.

The next second, a message came in.

"Are you there?"

Upon seeing this message, Yu Qing's forehead was covered in black lines.

Damn it, how can I accept your friend request instantly when I'm not around?

Do you have any common sense?

"exist."

Yu Qing replied indifferently.

Then I waited for two minutes, but the other person didn't say anything more.

Yu Qing typed again, "What's wrong?"

"No, just asking."

Lu Chi replied quickly.

Yu Qing was a little confused by his strange actions, so she simply stopped trying to guess.

She replied, "Good night."

"Okay, goodnight."

Yu Qing tossed her phone aside and prepared to go to sleep.

…

Meanwhile, Lu Chi was staring blankly at Yu Qing's message, holding his phone in a daze.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just couldn't help wanting to talk to Yu Qing.

Perhaps this is what friendship between good friends is all about.

It's very strange overall.

Lu Chi thought for a moment, then typed three more words: "Are you asleep?"

soon.

Yu Qing replied with two words: "Asleep."

Lu Chi suddenly felt even stranger.

How can I reply to messages when everyone is asleep?

He really wanted to talk to Yu Qing about something, but he didn't know how to start a conversation.

In the end, all I could do was sigh and turn off my phone screen.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes again.

He picked up his phone again, went to Yu Qing's social media profile, and scrolled through his previous posts over and over, reading them more carefully than he would a final exam. Although he couldn't understand most of the Martian language, he still went back online to search for what it meant.

He saw the song Yu Qing shared, and he also searched for it online to listen to.

Lu Chi barely slept that night.

Everything was new and exciting.

……

The next morning.

Xu Zhi had just finished taking his medicine when the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Yuan Jianhua.

Xu Zhi knew that receiving his call at this time meant there must be a case.

really.

He answered the phone, and Yuan Jianhua spoke first.

"Time to go to work."

Xu Zhi smiled wryly: "I thought I could rest for another week."

"The case can't wait. I've sent the address to your phone. Go there right away." Yuan Jianhua's tone was somewhat serious.

"Okay, I understand."

Xu Zhi hung up the phone, and a message immediately popped up on his phone.

He looked at the address and frowned slightly.

He went to this address yesterday.

Xu Zhi got out of the taxi and easily found his way to the scene of the crime.

The scene had been cordoned off, and when he saw his colleague Xiao Wang directing operations, he quickly walked over.

"What's the situation now?" Xu Zhi asked.

Xiao Wang handed Xu Zhi a mask and said, "The deceased was a 53-year-old female cleaner at a shopping mall. Her body was discovered this morning by her colleague."

Xu Zhi put on a mask and followed Xiao Wang into the cordon. He saw a middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood, with some cleaning tools scattered around her. Forensic doctor Qin Ruowei was squatting next to the body collecting fingerprints.

"Did you find anything?" Xu Zhi asked.

Qin Ruowei raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

Xu Zhi was acting strangely today. Normally, whenever she saw her, he would call her "Weiwei" repeatedly and chatter on and on. She knew a little about what had happened to Xu Zhi.

But she never expected that an accident would change her personality after she woke up.

But this is good, at least it's quiet.

Qin Ruowei stood up and said calmly, "Preliminary judgment indicates that the deceased was stabbed in the neck with a sharp object and died between 11 pm and midnight last night. Judging from the cut of the wound, the murder weapon was very sharp and pointed, probably a fruit knife or something similar. Moreover, the murderer's method was very professional, almost killing the victim with one blow."

Xu Zhi followed Qin Ruowei's gaze to the corpse, his brows furrowed.

The deceased lay on the ground, her body slightly curled up, her hands covering her neck, her face bearing an expression of shock and disbelief. Her gaze seemed to linger in a certain direction, as if she were still trying to understand what had happened in her final moments.

The killer acted very quickly.

The deceased didn't realize what had happened until they had walked quite a distance away.

This wasn't his first time killing someone.

A first-time murder would never reach this level of professionalism.

Xu Zhi instantly thought of the man he had seen yesterday, who was right in this spot.

Is it him?

Xu Zhi's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Put yourself in the situation of the day the incident occurred to reconstruct the scene.

The mall was already closed at night.

He was packing up his tools and getting ready to go home after get off work.

Just then, a man walked over slowly.

A knife pierced his neck.

Then he quickly put the knife into his pocket.

Then he slowly walked away.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

He suddenly felt some liquid flowing down his neck. He reached up and touched it, and his eyes widened in surprise.

He covered his neck with both hands, unable to make a sound.

She could only lie on the ground, watching helplessly as the man left.

Thinking of this, he turned around and lay down next to the deceased, keeping the same position as her, his gaze following hers in a certain direction.

At the end of the line of sight was a convenience store supermarket.

Instead of running away, he went to a convenience store.

Was it meticulously planned? Or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?

The entire scene was very calm, with no visible emotional expression.

There was no impulsive madness in the killing, no blood everywhere.

It lacked the cleanliness of a calm and collected murder, leaving the ground spotless.

By all accounts, this seems like a pointless hunt.

Xu Zhi's colleagues noticed his strange behavior.

They all looked at each other in bewilderment.

Only Xiao Wang came over cautiously and asked, "Captain Xu, what are you looking at?"

Xu Zhi glanced at him, then slowly stood up: "It's nothing. I suspect the murderer is male, and his height should be over 1.7 meters."

Xiao Wang asked curiously, "Captain Xu, how did you figure that out?"

"It's very simple. If you are the murderer and I am the victim, then try stabbing me with a knife."

"But I don't have a knife."

"Imagine you have a fruit knife in your hand, and you're going to stab me."

"Oh, okay." Although Xiao Wang didn't understand, he still followed Xu Zhi's instructions and reached out to stab him in the neck.

"How is it?" Xu Zhi asked.

"You're too tall, it's hard to poke you."

“Yes, if the murderer is shorter than the victim, or the same height, it would be difficult to exert force. Moreover, the angle of the knife wound is always upward. Judging from the victim's height, he is only about 1.6 meters tall. To stab the neck quickly and accurately, the murderer would have to be at least 1.7 meters tall. And you see, the angle of the knife wound on the victim's neck is downward, which proves that the murderer is much taller than the victim, possibly reaching 1.8 meters,” Xu Zhi explained.

“That makes sense. So how do you know the murderer is a man?” Xiao Wang asked another question.

“Intuition,” Xu Zhi said confidently.

The image of the murderer had already appeared in his mind—the man who had watched him from this spot yesterday. All of that man's characteristics matched his psychological profile.