Chapter 223 Police Officer's Suspect
Lin Zhi pressed his solar plexus, checked the time on his phone, and clearly felt the veins on his forehead twitching.
To be precise, he had stayed at Qiu Huo's house for more than two days, plus that night, another two days and two nights. Now it was the morning of the third day. No wonder he felt so uncomfortable.
From piecing together his fragmented memories, Lin Zhi knew that he should have slept for more than seven hours, but his memories were too vague.
The upside-down and shaking world, the man’s broad shoulders, the overly hot breath, or the cold, hard or soft support.
Lin Zhi used her fingers to comb her messy hair back and saw the thermos cup on the bedside. It was full of water at just the right temperature.
When drinking water, the memory of him tilting his head back to drink water suddenly emerged in his mind, but he was being fed by someone, and the water flowed from the corners of his lips to his neck and was licked away by someone.
After relieving the dryness in his throat, Lin Zhi looked down and found that the sheets and quilt covers were no longer the pure black he had seen before, but silver-gray.
Lin Zhi was not sleepy, but he also had no strength. He perfunctorily replied to the message on his phone from his editor urging him to hand in the outline, and then replied to the message that Qiu Huo had just sent him. Looking at the kiss mark on his wrist, he could clearly feel his physical strength recovering bit by bit.
This was different from the feeling of gaining strength from resting normally. Lin Zhi felt it deeply, otherwise he would have fainted long ago.
At the police station, after receiving the audio, Qiu Huo immediately asked someone to analyze it and also asked someone to check the caller's number.
"He's getting more and more arrogant."
Qiu Huo's expression was extremely cold as he wondered if someone was following his car that day.
"This is one of the characteristics of a serial killer. It's better for him to continue to expand like this and reveal more clues."
Wei Yunjun gritted his teeth and said that from sending gifts at the beginning, to sending flowers at the cinema, and now even daring to contact directly, the murderer's pride was simply not concealed.
Everyone replayed what the murderer had said, trying to get clues from his words.
Qiu Huo listened silently. The speculation that Lin Zhi had told him before was correct. The murderer really thought so. He was the witness that the murderer considered, and those corpses were part of the murderer's work.
He not only wanted Lin Zhi to witness it, but also wanted him to write it down and publicize it so that more people would know about his work.
"Captain Qiu, Lin Zhi stayed at your house for two days?"
"What a beast."
Two voices sounded one after the other, the first one was Wei Yunjun's curious question, and the second one came from Zhou Erhe, who was furious.
Qiu Huo's gaze fell on Zhou Erhe, making Zhou Erhe feel a little scared.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhou Erhe said in confusion, "Isn't it true? This person said to choose numbers from one to nine, which means there are at least nine potential victims, and he is now going to attack victim number three. This kind of person doesn't take human life seriously at all. What else can he be but a beast?"
Everyone nodded. It was true what he said, but it was strange to hear the two sentences collided together, especially for Wei Yunjun who said the first sentence. The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
She has been a partner with Qiu Huo for several years and watched him rise, so she knows his character. He looks hard to deal with, and in fact, he is really hard to deal with. He attaches great importance to private matters. Even though they have only been to Qiu Huo's house twice in the whole year, when Captain Qiu invites them to dinner, it is almost always outside.
He doesn't like dating and is a workaholic. Although he is a handsome guy, he is basically a demon. So it seems strange to her that such a Captain Qiu would bring someone he had just met to his home to stay for two days.
No, it wasn't particularly strange. After years of work, her detective intuition allowed her to recall some details.
Captain Qiu arranged Lin Zhi to sit in his seat, and let Lin Zhi wear his coat, and seemed to have used his water cup?
The topic returned to the case, and clues soon came in over the phone.
The phone number is not difficult to check as long as you connect with the telecommunications company, especially if you register with your ID card so that you can know your identity more easily.
The owner's information was quickly retrieved, but everyone in the team knew that the murderer would not be so careless as to expose himself, but maybe they could follow the clues to find the perpetrator.
Not long after, Zhu Changdong reported back somewhat helplessly: "The owner of the account said that his phone was stolen this morning when he was on a crowded bus. He hadn't had time to report the loss yet, so he was anxiously looking for his phone and asked us if we knew anything."
"Which bus, at what time, find out where he got on the bus and the condition of the bus at that time, and adjust the bus's surveillance."
Qiu Huo analyzed several scenarios in his mind. It could be that the murderer stole the phone, or it could be that the murderer got the goods from a pickpocket.
Generally speaking, pickpockets will deal with the stolen goods in a centralized manner. They will first turn off the mobile phones and remove the SIM cards, then flash the phones together, and then put them into the second-hand mobile phone market. If the murderer did not steal the goods himself, then the fact that he was able to get the SIM cards shows that he has channels.
The murderer was particularly familiar with Runing and had a lot of contact with the middle and lower classes, so he was most likely one of them.
After arranging what everyone had to do, Qiu Huo returned to his seat and listened to the audio that Lin Zhi sent to him.
Qiu Huo learned some information from the murderer's words. The murderer knew Lin Zhi, but he also knew her.
The murderer thought that Lin Zhi was a very timid person who would be afraid of his presence, so he used the word "hide". This also means that when he was around, the murderer did not dare to observe closely and did not know what was going on between him and Lin Zhi.
The murderer looked down at Lin Zhi, and also at the person he targeted. He was arrogant and indifferent, and he hoped that Lin Zhi could have more sense of participation as a witness, so he asked Lin Zhi to choose a number.
Also, he didn't like the stories written by Lin Zhi very much. He thought those stories were very cliché and not as exciting as his works. Finally, Lin Zhi might have just woken up and his voice was very hoarse.
After receiving the audio, he reminded Lin Zhi that there was water in the cup on the bedside table, and said that he would go back to cook for him at noon.
Qiu Huo touched the edge of the violin sheet and placed it neatly in the folder to prevent it from curling.
He had not intended to go that far, and he only did it until dawn that day and stopped. He took the person to wash and then went to sleep. He could not sleep for long. After waking up, he went to work at the bureau. When he was looking through the files, he saw the hand-drawn music score sandwiched inside.
Qiu Huo didn’t know much about this, so he took a photo and uploaded it to ask someone to help take a look, and then he found out the name of the song.
"Marry you", Qiu Huo studied well and knew what this meant. Anyway, no matter whether Lin Zhi was sincere, false or just a tease, he succeeded.
Qiu Huo went home at eleven o'clock, thinking of making a meal for Lin Zhi to prevent him from being hungry, but when he got back, Lin Zhi was still not awake, and was even a little dizzy and unaware of the situation, as if he still remembered what had happened last night when he told him in a hoarse voice that he couldn't eat.
The young man's fair and smooth shoulders still bore the marks of his teeth. He could not help himself in that attitude and kept the man company until the bed sheets were changed and he did not even wake up.
Thinking of this, Qiu Zui wondered if the sheets on the balcony were dry. He only had three sets, and two of them were hanging on the balcony. It was strange, because he clearly didn't drink much water and had urinated before. He was worried that he would become dehydrated if the water ran dry, so he fed him a lot.
Someone had eaten something in the evening, and he didn't want to, but Lin Zhi looked at him with distracted eyes, and the mist in her eyes turned into transparent tears when she blinked.
The light turned red, Qiu Huo stepped on the brake, his fingers tapping the edge of the steering wheel anxiously, wondering what dish to cook later or whether he had to make people eat more.
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