The puppet left on the table had a wreath of straw on its head. Compared to the other puppets, this one was probably the most delicate, but also the most eerie.

Lu Zheng said, "According to the murderer's behavior, this is most likely the puppet of the next victim. Doctor Wang, can you tell who the prototype of this puppet is?"

Doctor Wang shook his head, "I don't know."

"From the wreath on the puppet's head, this puppet is likely to be a girl, but from the shape of this puppet, the murderer's hatred for this girl is the deepest." Lu Zheng analyzed. Because compared to the other puppets, the carving marks on this puppet are deeper, but these clues alone are not enough for them to find the next victim.

Doctor Wang sighed, "Forget it. I'd better inform Li Zheng about this first. It's better to form a patrol team and pay attention these few nights."

"That's the only way." Lu Zheng was also helpless. "My initial guess is that the murderer is either a lonely and physically disabled teenager, or an introverted and ugly woman. I wonder if Doctor Wang has any clues about this?"

Doctor Wang thought for a while before saying, "There are a few such children in this village. I'll write out the name list later."

"That's good."

Doctor Wang wrote the list, and hurried to find Li Zheng to discuss the patrol team. Suddenly, only Lu Zheng and Rong Zhen were left in the huge yard.

Rong Zhen looked at the dolls on the table and said calmly, "Are these the dolls your harvest today?"

Lu Zheng shook his head, "That's not the case. We also found some oil." He was a little hesitant when he said this. He originally wanted to find oil in the hope of helping Rong Zhen and his team fight against the Jie people, but he couldn't help but think of the previous conversation with Qing Luan. He knew that his ideas were different from theirs, and he didn't care about other people's misunderstandings, but if that person was Rong Zhen, he didn't know if he could still be so firm.

Rong Zhen seemed to see through his thoughts, reached out and held Lu Zheng's hand, and whispered, "Don't worry, even without relying on external objects, I can beat the Jie people."

Lu Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, like a hamster that was discovered eating melon seeds.

Rong Zhen was amused by his expression and shook his head, "I know your worries. Although I still think your persistence is ridiculous, many truths often start from such ridiculous persistence. I won't support you, but at least I can respect you."

Lu Zheng's eyes were a little hot. He quickly lowered his head and responded vaguely, "Well..."

Rong Zhen looked at Lu Zheng's hairy head and felt helpless. He could roughly guess what those foolish kings who set off fireworks to mock the princes were thinking. There is such a person in this world who wants you to give up everything to please him, even if that approach is wrong and ridiculous, but as long as you get his smile, it's all worth it.

He liked this boy more than he thought, liked his clear eyes, liked his courage in exploring the truth, liked his belief that he would never regret even if he died, these were things he didn't have, maybe that was why he was so curious about Lu Zheng, this unprecedented curiosity attracted him to understand this boy, and the more he understood him, the deeper he fell into it, but he was happy to do it.

Rong Zhen sighed, hugged Lu Zheng, who refused to raise his head, into his arms, rubbed the back of his head hard, imprisoned the tiny struggle, and chuckled: "Grow up quickly." A

rotating patrol team was arranged inside, and according to Lu Zheng's request, it was not said that someone had set the fire, but said that the dry weather recently made it easy for fires to start, so the patrol team was arranged.

In fact, many people knew about their visit to the back mountain that day. The murderer must have known that they had discovered crude oil. In this case, the murderer would either stop or challenge the authority and commit crimes again in public.

However, for this kind of arsonist, cowardice and madness are their two sides. Lu Zheng deliberately did not let Li Zheng explain in order to arouse his suspicion. Under such suspicion, the murderer is most likely to reveal flaws. In fact, Lu Zheng had no choice because the military situation was urgent. It was very rare that Rong Zhen was willing to stay here for him for three more days. If he could not solve the case within three days, he could only put the case on hold. Although there are some precautions, it will be more difficult for the murderer to succeed, but as the saying goes, there is no one who can prevent thieves for a thousand days, and a tragedy like Zhang Lin may happen if there is a mistake.

In this case, it is too slow to visit the victims one by one and then use it to profile them, so Lu Zheng directly looks for these suspects one by one according to the list given to him by Doctor Wang.

The first suspect is a teenager who walks with a limp. His name is Zhang Chun. He is an orphan. His father died of illness at an early age, and his mother remarried because of poverty. He was born with one leg shorter than the other. Before his father died of illness, the children in the village laughed at him as a "lame toad". Later, no one was willing to play with him.

Some kind-hearted ladies would give him some food, but most of the time, he relied on picking up fallen wheat ears in other people's wheat fields or wild vegetables in the mountains to fill his stomach.

When Lu Zheng saw him, he was curled up in a leaky thatched house, sleeping with wheat straw as a cushion and a piece of cloth whose color could no longer be seen. From the exposed part, his skinny wrists could be seen, as if they would break with the slightest force.

Lu Zheng called him hesitantly, and Zhang Chun's body trembled. He carefully opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zheng, then his fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and his body shrank back, his eyes only looking at a small area in front of him, his eyeballs moving restlessly.

Lu Zheng felt sad. He understood why Doctor Wang asked him to bring some steamed buns with him. He tried to soften his voice and handed the steamed buns to Zhang Chun,

saying, "This is for you." But Zhang Chun backed away even more when he heard this. Lu Zheng did not lose his temper. He opened the oil paper that wrapped the steamed buns, took out a steamed bun, took a bite, and said to Zhang Chun, "Look, this is edible." He then put the steamed bun that had been bitten on top of the other steamed buns, pushed it toward Zhang Chun, and then took a few steps back.

Zhang Chun looked up at him carefully, and only when he was about to retreat out of the door did he quickly grab the steamed bun he had bitten into his hand and eat it in big mouthfuls.

Lu Zheng was afraid that he would choke, so he didn't dare to go over and could only stand there and look at him worriedly. Who knew that Zhang Chun only ate that one steamed bun and then retreated back to the corner again.

Lu Zheng had fed the stray cats in the school before. Those alert stray cats only ate what people left over. If they didn't see people eating, they wouldn't eat it. Lu Zheng didn't expect that one day he would actually see such a situation among humans. He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. For Zhang Chun, he was born with a disability and his parents died. Even if he wanted to sell himself as a slave, no one would want him. He survived in this world with difficulty, just because of the instinct of survival.

Lu Zheng felt sad and helpless. He knew that for other people, Zhang Chun was a jinx. Children didn't want to play with him, and adults thought he was unlucky. Maybe there were one or two kind-hearted people like Doctor Wang who would only give him a bowl of rice and a bed, but nothing more would be enough.

I think Zhang Chun himself thought so too, so when he took out a bag of steamed buns, his first feeling was not surprise, but fear.

Lu Zheng had no place to vent his anger, but seeing Zhang Chun's cautious look, he could only show the patience he had when facing stray cats. He took a small bite of each of the steamed buns, and then put them in front of Zhang Chun to show his goodwill. But this time, after he put the steamed buns down, he did not leave.

Zhang Chun looked at him in surprise and doubt, then looked at the steamed buns, and tentatively reached out to take the steamed buns, but who knew that he took his hand back before he touched the steamed buns.

Lu Zheng pretended not to see this scene, just sat there, without looking at Zhang Chun.

Soon Zhang Chun once again tentatively reached out his hand, this time he stayed a little longer, but still did not take the steamed buns, until he found that Lu Zheng still maintained the original posture, he reached out his hand for the third time, and took the whole package of steamed buns and held it in his arms.

Lu Zheng sighed softly in his heart. Such a person certainly could not be an arsonist. Doctor Wang certainly knew that he wrote Zhang Chun's name on it, perhaps just to find a way out for this poor child. Lu Zheng did not want to blame Doctor Wang. Doctor Wang certainly played tricks on this matter, but seeing such a poor child, how could he not be moved.

Lu Zheng lived in a prosperous and peaceful society all his life. There may be other countries on earth where wars are raging and the land is full of dead. But for them, it is just a piece of news on TV or a group of photos at an exhibition. Nothing is more shocking than putting such a living example in front of them.

Lu Zheng does not think that he can become a savior by traveling back to ancient times. He is not Yuan Longping or Qian Xuesen. He is just a sophomore student of criminal psychology. He is just an extremely insignificant existence here. All he can do is to use the knowledge he has learned to catch the criminals, let the case come to light, and stop innocent people from being harmed. But in addition to this, he may be able to save some people like Zhang Chun.

Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Chun, who was curled up in a ball, and said softly, "I will leave Guning County tomorrow. If you want to go with me, come to Jinyuan to find me before noon tomorrow."

Zhang Chun just pressed the bag of steamed bread tightly under his body, as if he turned a deaf ear to Lu Zheng's words.

Lu Zheng did not say it again, just looked at him again and left.