Chapter 19
New ideas?
Hearing Gu Beizhi's affirmative words, everyone's faces were filled with question marks.
What new ideas?
Two people have similar face shapes, and one has had plastic surgery. How is this a new idea?
I was always full of doubts, but I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
I was afraid that if I asked one more question, I would be labeled a "idiot".
"Same type of strangulation rope, same method of death, same lack of signs of resistance, same suicide. Moreover, all of them were women. The conditions for merging the three cases do exist." Gu Beizhi said without any context.
"Well, but no overlap was found between the three people in terms of their occupations, life experiences, personalities, or the people they associate with." Jiang Aichen continued in a cold voice, "If we investigate them at the same time, it will make the case more difficult."
Gu Beizhi: "Indeed, so after you took over this case, the direction of your investigation was to investigate the last victim, Tang Shuang, to determine the connection between him and the first two victims."
"Um."
"Based on the previous situation, there is nothing wrong with the direction of your investigation." Gu Beizhi said affirmatively.
"Um."
"But now there seems to be a new idea."
Jiang Aichen followed Gu Beizhi's train of thought perfectly: "Well, we can preliminarily determine that the murderer is an organized serial killer. When he selected the victims, all his actions were very purposeful. So these three victims seem to have no connection, but in fact, all the connections between them are in their similar facial shapes."
Jiang Aichen and Gu Beizhi's conversation as if they were alone shocked everyone at the scene.
The entire conference room was silent.
Gu Beizhi concluded: "He seems to particularly like this face shape."
Jiang Aichen: "I don't think so. I think he has a morbid obsession with this face shape."
Gu Beizhi stared at the whiteboard for a while before he realized that he had just communicated with Jiang Aichen without any obstacles.
He withdrew his thoughts, looked up and glanced at Jiang Aichen who was standing next to him.
He is tall and has a sturdy appearance. But looking at his appearance, he seems to be a handsome young man full of heroic spirit.
He really has a face that confuses others.
Same as that one.
Gu Beizhi said: "She said that to you before, right?"
No one else knows who Gu Beizhi is talking about, but Jiang Aichen knows.
"Um."
Jiang Aichen answered in tacit agreement: "Yes."
Gu Beizhi was helpless and said, "She just likes to say some conclusions that are not supported by any scientific arguments, but they are surprisingly useful."
"Um."
Who made her Song Luo?
Jiang Aichen asked quickly, "Do you need me to find a profiler?"
Gu Beizhi refused: "No need, I know someone who is faster."
"Yeah." Jiang Aichen never said a word more
Just when Gu Beizhi was about to call someone to draw his portrait, he looked up and noticed puzzled looks coming from all directions.
He smiled faintly and finally decided to explain his reasoning process again. It would not be okay for only he and Jiang Aichen to know the relevant information of the case.
Gu Beizhi: "First, the time of death of the first and second victims was only one month apart, but the time of death of the third victim was nearly three months apart from the second one."
"This is extremely inconsistent with the normal criminal psychology of a normal serial killer."
Tang Jianyue, who had just joined the company, asked fearlessly, "What is the criminal psychology of a normal serial killer like?"
Gu Beizhi replied: "Criminologist Lombroso said that criminals are habitual actors who are born with a tendency to do evil. This kind of people will enhance their pleasure of self-satisfaction through killing, committing crimes, and challenging the law. They are naturally unable to empathize with human nature. In their eyes, everything in the world is just a tool to satisfy the most primitive and barbaric "atavistic" physiological characteristics deep in their hearts."
"So the people they choose are usually random. To put it simply, as long as this type of serial killer has the desire to kill, he will not hesitate to wield the knife to kill anyone he meets on the street."
"Not only that, this bloodthirsty hobby will increase the frequency of killings as the number of killings increases."
Gu Beizhi pointed to the whiteboard and said, "But this murderer is obviously not like that. First of all, among the three people he killed, two of them had the same facial shape, which means that he did not kill randomly, but had a specific target group. Secondly, the third murder was obviously closer than the second murder, so he did not kill just for the sake of killing."
Tang Jianyue: "But Tang Shuang's face shape is different from the first two victims. Why was she also killed?"
Gu Beizhi praised: "This is the crux of the problem. Why are the first two dead people connected, but there is no connection with the last dead person at all?"
Jiang Aichen quickly answered: "Because there is a feature on Tang Shuang's face that the murderer has been looking for for three months but couldn't find."
Gu Beizhi: "Yes, so he compromised and settled for the second best, and found Tang Shuang, who had a different face shape but had the facial features he needed."
The more Tang Jian listened, the more confused he became: "So what do we need to do now?"
Gu Beizhi: "We need a portrait artist to extract the facial features of the deceased, rearrange them, and piece them together into the facial features that the murderer wants."
How could such a short sentence be so horrifying?
Tang Jianyue was shocked: "Is this really possible?"
Not only him, but everyone else in the meeting room was shocked.
This method is too fantastic.
Noticing everyone's confusion, Jiang Aichen explained: "Every object in nature is placed in the most suitable place with the most appropriate proportion and arrangement. The same is true for human facial features. Even if any one of them is ugly, after the passage of time, it will become the right size and then be placed in the right place."
Gu Beizhi said honestly: "So this method may not be feasible, but we can give it a try."
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On the other side, on the path near Yuqing Huayuan, "Lin Anyu" sitting in the driver's seat woke up from her three-square-meter pink old man's sleeper.
Where is this?
Looking at the unfamiliar environment, before Lin Anyu could think clearly, a headache gradually came over her and she put her hand against her forehead.
After a few minutes, the pain gradually subsided.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked in front of the windshield, at the strange environment that had never existed in her memory.
The last time I was conscious, I met a strange female forensic doctor.
This time she was conscious and in a strange environment again.
Is she dreaming?
"Lin'an Island" could not give the answer.
Boom boom boom——
It was the sound of someone knocking on the car window.
"Lin Anyu" slowly shook the glass down manually.
She raised her eyes and stared at the middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared outside her car with a little vigilance: "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Little beauty, you called to say you wanted to see the house, right?"
Looking for a house?
Maybe.
She came to Zecheng and really needed a place to live.
"Lin Anyu" let down her guard a little and nodded silently.
After getting a positive answer, the middle-aged woman said happily: "What a coincidence, I just met you when I arrived. Let's go and see the house."
"good."
When "Lin Anyu" opened the car door and walked out of the driver's seat, she noticed that she was sitting in the passenger seat of a small Mini Old Man Le.
The key point is that the owner of this Lao Tou Le seems to have a bit of abnormal aesthetic taste. Why would he stick such a big cartoon cat on the pink shell?
The middle-aged woman reminded: "Little beauty, don't forget to take out the car keys."
"Lin Anyu":?
Take out the car keys, is this Old Man's car hers?
Did she suffer temporary amnesia after rushing into the fire to save people?
So what happened to the detective she rescued from the fire?
Why has her memory of rushing into the fire been restored, but the memory of buying this Old Man's Le is missing?
Or has she lost all her memories from the time she rescued people from the fire to the present?
"Lin Anyu" quickly asked: "What year is this year?"
The middle-aged woman casually mentioned a year.
"Lin Anyu" was in a trance.
Her memory is from three years ago...
"Little beauty, are you okay?" said the middle-aged woman.
"It's okay," Lin Anyu quickly adjusted his state, "Let's go look at the house."
As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman happily led her along the dilapidated corridor and entered the floor where the house was located.
As she walked, she did not forget to introduce how good the lighting was in her house and how many people were vying to rent her house.
"Lin Anyu" listened to it word by word.
When passing by the door of a house, "Lin Anyu" noticed the yellow warning strip surrounding the door.
"What's wrong with this house?" Lin Anyu asked.
The middle-aged woman said nonchalantly: "It's nothing serious, someone just committed suicide."
suicide?
"Lin Anyu" looked along the living room of the room and fell on the brown hemp rope hanging above the corridor of the room.
Then he looked away and happened to notice a small amount of sawdust scattered at the foot of the door.
She raised the corner of her lip with a disdainful sneer.
So deliberate!
"Lin Anyu" pointed to the opposite side and asked, "Who lives in that house?"
The middle-aged woman didn't notice anything wrong with "Lin Anyu" and replied, "That's my house. I told you it has great lighting."
Lin Anyu recalled what the middle-aged woman had said just now: "You just said that the people who rented your house before were a couple."
"Yes," the middle-aged woman said without any defense, "they both look quite rich. Their clothes and jewelry look very expensive. When I checked out of the house yesterday, they gave me three months' rent for free. I don't know why they chose my house when they are so rich. Maybe it's because my house faces a good direction and has good lighting. My little beauty, don't disbelieve me. My house is on a good floor and has direct sunlight. It's very convenient for drying clothes and quilts."
"You're not moving in after just one week?" Lin Anyu's voice was calm, like a pool of stagnant water.
"Yes," the middle-aged woman said, "I heard from the girl who rented the house that they rented this house at first because her parents did not agree with them being together. They rented this house in order to have a place to live together and improve their relationship. But the day before yesterday, the boy suggested that they go to another city for a trip first to get used to their personalities and then decide whether to continue this relationship."
"Lin Anyu" asked casually, "Did the girl's parents agree?"
The middle-aged woman said, "Yes, I guess the girl's parents also considered that if the two of them were to get along in a strange city, more character problems would be exposed, so they didn't want to be the bad guys and break them up."
Lin Anyu: "What does the man do?"
"I heard he's a hypnotist. His shop is near the school and he's quite famous," the middle-aged woman said. "My eldest child goes to that school. She told me about it."
Another hypnotist?
"Lin Anyu" recalled the autopsy report and death record that the female forensic doctor had shown him when he had just woken up.
Is it the same case?
While Lin Anyu was thinking, the two of them arrived at their destination.
The middle-aged woman opened the door with her key and said, "This is it. Take a look and see if it's suitable for you. The rent is 2,000 a month. There is heating, which can be used in winter. You pay for water and electricity yourself, and the property management is 50 a month. There is no internet cable at home. If you need it, you need to contact the internet company yourself."
Lin Anyu walked in, looked up and down, and asked, "Do you have gloves?"
"ah?"
It was the first time for the middle-aged woman to see someone wearing gloves when visiting a house.
Although she didn't understand, the middle-aged woman quickly gave herself a reasonable explanation.
It's normal for a young girl to have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Understand. Understand.
"There are gloves. I'll get them for you."
Just as the middle-aged woman was about to step into the house, "Lin Anyu" immediately stopped her: "Don't come in."
The middle-aged woman's raised foot fell back to its original place.
He has a strong possessiveness over the house he is about to rent and does not allow strangers to come in. This is understandable and should be respected.
"In the second drawer in the middle of the TV cabinet, there are disposable gloves. I put them in there as spare parts when I came here last time." said the middle-aged woman.
"Lin Anyu" took out a piece of toilet paper from her pocket and opened the drawer. She took out a pair of gloves and put them on. She asked expressionlessly, "When was the last time you came?"
"About a week ago," the middle-aged woman said, "I showed the two tenants the house and then left."
"Lin Anyu" asked: "Weren't you here when I checked out?"
The middle-aged woman answered honestly, "No, I thought they only stayed for a week, what could they do to my house? Besides, they gave me three months' rent for free, so even if they messed up the room, it wouldn't be a loss for me."
"Lin Anyu" looked up and saw the same yoga chains on the ceiling.
I went to the kitchen again and saw a single bottle of honey on the kitchen table.
Then a hemp rope was found in the cabinet covering the sewer pipe.
The evidence is conclusive!
As long as the corresponding fingerprints are found here, the case can be finalized.
After Lin Anyu finished her investigation, she walked to the door and asked the landlord, "You said the last tenant was going to travel to another city?"
The landlord was confused by her psychedelic operation and could no longer think of any reason to defend her.
She nodded dazedly.
"Lin Anyu": "Do you know the time?"
Landlord: "My flight is at 12:30 this afternoon."
"Lin Anyu" glanced at the time on his mobile phone - eleven nineteen.
One more hour.
"Landlady, didn't you say you would wait for me downstairs?" At the right moment, a little girl with a bag came over and asked in a daze, "I looked for you downstairs but couldn't find you, so I decided to come up and ask."
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Lin Anyu was walking out of the room with the door open. She asked, "Auntie, is this house rented by someone?"
"Ah?" The landlord looked at the little girl next to him in surprise, and then looked at "Lin Anyu" who entered the house.
"Aren't you the person who called me to rent the house?" asked the landlord.
Lin Anyu made up an excuse: "Well, I called a landlord here and planned to rent a house here. But looking at the current situation, it seems that we have found the wrong person."
The landlord was in a bit of a pickle for a while.
The little girl in front of me has already looked around. Judging from the way she is examining it carefully, she should have made up her mind soon.
But this little girl who just arrived had made an appointment with me in advance, so it would not be appropriate to break it.
Just when the landlord was at a loss, "Lin Anyu" took the lead and asked, "Do you have the previous tenant's contract?"
"Yes," said the landlord.
“Lin Anyu” ordered, “Hand it over to the police later.”
I don’t know what magic this little girl’s voice has. Standing there, the landlord always feels that he can’t refuse. She is very cooperative and agrees one by one: "Okay."
"Lin Anyu" pointed at the house behind him and said, "As for this house, my suggestion is not to rent it out for the time being. Wait until the police have collected your biometric information before renting it out."
"Okay, okay." The landlord agreed again.
"Huh?" The little girl who came to see the house was confused about the current situation. "Why do the police want to collect biometric information?"
Just now, the landlord realized why she listened to her so much.
She looked at Lin Anyu and asked in confusion: "Yes, who are you and why do you order us around?"
“Lin Anyu” replied briefly: “Song Luo, I’m a policeman.”
-
In the Beihai Criminal Police Team office, several civil servants present were divided into two teams.
One team was commanded by Jiang Aichen and continued to investigate the prior information.
The other team, led by Gu Beizhi, conducted an in-depth portrait study based on the "minor" connection discovered earlier.
Gu Beizhi didn't arrange many people on his side, only him and Jiang Nan.
Gu Beizhi suddenly asked: "Do you have a cell phone?"
"Yes." Jiang Nan handed it over obediently.
After Gu Beizhi took it, he looked at the combination lock on it and said, "Unlock the combination."
"Oh, okay." Jiang Nan obediently unlocked the phone using the password and handed the phone back to him.
He fiddled with the phone for a few times and then put it on the table.
Jiang Nan saw Gu Beizhi sitting there, showing no intention of taking the next step. He just opened his mouth: "Gu..."
"Shh." Gu Beizhi made a 'hush' gesture and then glanced at the mobile phone on the table.
It is the call interface.
And the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, who is this?" It was a clear male voice.
"It's me." Gu Beizhi turned on the speaker and spoke slowly.
Hearing that it was his voice, the person on the other end cursed: "Fuck, hang up, I won't answer your call, just change your phone to call, you are so shady."
"Please do me a favor." Gu Beizhi said flatteringly.
"I'm not helping you. I'm not a policeman anymore. Don't look for me for the portrait!" The man on the other end was obviously more aggressive. He didn't forget to order, "It's not an important call. You guys continue."
Judging from the tone, it sounds like he is giving orders to someone.
But it was obvious that it was not an order to Gu Beizhi.
Gu Beizhi was not annoyed and said without any context, "I'm in Beihai now."
"I heard about it." The other party answered nonchalantly.
After answering, he went back to his work: "I told you that the shelf should be higher, so that you can feel the flowers hanging down from the shelf, understand?"
Gu Beizhi asked: "Are you renovating?"
"Nonsense," the other party seemed too lazy to be polite with him, and simply ignored the fake and random chat, "Nothing else, I'm hanging up."
As if teasing, Gu Beizhi said: "As expected of the eldest son of the Shen family, even if he doesn't work as a policeman anymore, he can still go home and inherit the family business."
Mr. Shen is the nickname given to him by Gu Beizhi. His real name is Shen Dihao. He is a typical second-generation rich man. At the age of 18, he was admitted to the Police Academy with his passion. At the age of 20, because of his excellent painting skills, he was selected to become an Interpol before graduation.
Now at the age of 25, he has become the rich man who spends money like water again.
Shen Dihao knew that Gu Beizhi was provoking him, and he could withstand the provocation, so he said, “I can’t help it, he is too good at reincarnation, and I am also very distressed.”
"Draw a picture for me." Gu Beizhi continued.
"No help!" Shen Dihao refused categorically, "Don't you have many profilers in your police force? Why do you need me as an outsider?"
"Didn't Song Luo say before that you were the best profiler she had ever seen?" Gu Beizhi said casually.
"Shut up." This time, Shen Dihao reacted particularly fiercely, as if something Gu Beizhi said had touched his reverse scale. "You have no right to mention either of them."
This time, Gu Beizhi's eyes sank, and his previous confidence and high spirits disappeared completely.
Shen Dihao was right. Among the four of them, he was the least qualified to mention their names.
Jiang Nan, who was not involved in the situation, remained silent and observed Gu Beizhi.
them?
Besides Song Luo, who else?
After a while, Gu Beizhi lowered his voice and said, "Di Hao, don't lose your temper. This is a matter of life and death."
Gu Beizhi clearly sensed a moment of silence on the other side.
Shen Dihao, who was appeased, said, “Send the information to my email. This is for the next time. I’m hanging up.”
He had just finished speaking and hadn't had time to hang up the phone when it rang again.
Shen Dihao looked helplessly at the strange short number on his phone.
He has two mobile phone numbers, one for "enemies" like Gu Beizhi to call, and the other for his acquaintances to call.
So... who is this "acquaintance" who called him from a strange number?
Why did all the people who called him today use unfamiliar numbers?
Are their real phone numbers so shameful?
Shen Dihao complained silently: "You are sick, it's okay that Gu Beizhi's phone number is scary, but why does this guy like to hide his identity?"
Shen Dihao agreed to his request, which meant that their relationship had eased a little.
Gu Beizhi breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "Mr. Shen is busy enough."
Shen Dihao immediately followed up with, “You just found out.”
Soon, he answered the call without hesitation and turned on the speaker nonchalantly.
"Who?"
"Draw me a profile."
The two sentences were spoken almost at the same time.
Shen Dihao blinked.
The person opposite said no preface, no postscript, not even any polite words.
At the beginning, he said directly, "Draw a profile for me." He didn't use "please" or "help", but "give".
A tone of command.
Does he owe them something every day?
Gu Beizhi is fine, but who is this person?
From the sound of it, it's a female!
Shen Dihao: "Are you sick? Who are you? Just let me draw."
The man on the other end obviously didn't expect him to talk to him like this. He was silent for a while before asking reluctantly, "Did you eat explosives today?"
Shen Dihao was not panicked at all. He had completely forgotten his mobile phone number, which was only known to some acquaintances.
The appearance of Gu Beizhi had already made him furious, and now here came another "acquaintance" who added fuel to the fire.
Shen Dihao: "Yes, and I ate two taels this morning. Do you know what two taels means? If you take me to the crematorium for cremation now, I can blow a hole in the crematorium right there."
"When the time comes, the undertaker will point to the hole I made and tell my son, 'See? Your dad has exploded!'"
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