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Highly skilled ghost hunters and Taoist priests could tell a person's skill level just by looking at the runes. But strangely, Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu couldn't understand the way the runes were drawn in the photo. At first glance, they could tell that it was a soul-locking spell, but upon closer inspection, they found that the strokes and the order of the strokes were not the way they were drawn in today's common methods.
Zhou Ziqiu shook his head: "Put it away for now, and study it carefully when we get back."
Wen Su then tucked the photo into his notebook, but suddenly he felt a gaze on him. He turned his head sharply, but did not notice the gaze.
After a moment of contemplation, Wen Su asked a question: "Sun Junlie is dead, isn't he?"
Zhou Ziqiu glanced sideways: "Yes, so what?"
Where is the body?
"I don't know, the police probably took them."
Wen Su nodded and said nothing more.
A moment later, Cui Yongle returned with Glasses and Fatty, each holding a device that shone light into the room. Just as Wen Su was about to ask what they were doing, Glasses shone the ultraviolet light on the deceased and suddenly let out a scream.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw a small handprint on the deceased's foot under the ultraviolet light. The handprint disappeared after the ultraviolet light was turned off.
Holy crap!
The fat man strode forward and snatched the UV lamp from the man with glasses. Upon seeing the handprint again, he made the same sound as the man with glasses, and the room suddenly sounded as if two monkeys had crawled in.
Cui Yongle was more rational; he snatched the camera from Wen Su's hand and quickly took two photos.
"...What is this?" Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su asked, puzzled.
Cui Yongle was overjoyed to have taken the photo. He looked at it repeatedly and asked without turning his head, "The ghost handprint is the handprint left by the ghosts you usually kill."
Wen Su raised an eyebrow slightly.
Zhou Ziqiu stepped forward out of curiosity and gently touched the handprint that had just been photographed with his fingertip. Suddenly, someone tugged at his clothes.
Turning his head, he met a pair of dark eyes.
"...?"
The owner of the eyes was not old, with a chubby face, dark lines around his face, pale skin, large but dull eyes, a red dot on his forehead, and a timid voice when he spoke.
"Big brother, run!"
"run?"
Hearing the sound, Wen Su turned his head and saw Zhou Ziqiu squatting on the ground, raising his hands and looking at the space between them, but there was clearly nothing in front of him.
"Yes, run, they're coming for you." The child in front of Zhou Ziqiu spoke timidly, glancing around.
"Who killed you?" Zhou Ziqiu asked. The boy's figure seemed to dissipate, clearly returning to the side of the person who killed him.
"No...it's them..."
After saying this, the boy's figure vanished.
Zhou Ziqiu sadly lowered his hand, and when he looked up again, he met the various expressions on everyone's faces, as if they had seen the strange scene he had just witnessed.
Wen Su didn't seem to think anything of it and helped Zhou Ziqiu up from the ground: "Did you say who killed him?"
Zhou Ziqiu shook his head: "Just say 'it wasn't them'."
"Who are they?" This abrupt question left everyone present confused, but Wen Su had a guess in his mind: "The Sun family?"
"Not the Sun family?" Cui Yongle asked doubtfully. "If not the Sun family, then who else could it be?"
Wen Su handed Cui Yongle a photo of the runes tucked inside his notebook, saying, "This drawing style is uncommon and different from the Sun family's."
After looking at it carefully, Cui Yongle found that it was indeed as Wen Su had said, and looked up and said, "Then I'll take this photo back and have Qingdeng check it."
"OK."
Within a short while, the forensic doctors arrived and began conducting an autopsy.
Meanwhile, in a certain place.
"Hurry up, hurry up, be quick!"
"Won't we get caught?"
"So what if they find out? We're done anyway. Just kill those two eyesores."
daytime.
Because another child was murdered last night, the original team leader was replaced by a team leader transferred from another city in Henan Province, who was now in full charge of the serial murder case. As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean, and the first thing the team did was summon all the team members to a meeting in the police station office. Although the Special Investigation Team was only there to help, Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su were forced to attend because Cui Yongle had put them on the list. Cui Yongle, on the other hand, was more prescient and, relying on his position as the president of Qingdeng and the leader of the Special Investigation Team, brazenly escaped.
Zhou Ziqiu, suffering from sleep deprivation, had dark circles under his eyes, which looked particularly frightening against his fair skin. The people above him were talking loudly, while Zhou Ziqiu below was swaying precariously.
Just as Zhou Ziqiu's forehead was about to hit the table in front of him, Wen Su stepped in time to block Zhou Ziqiu's forehead, saving him from bloodshed. He sighed and gently placed Zhou Ziqiu's head on his shoulder.
Everyone else was also extremely sleepy, but due to the authority of the official, they dared not sleep and secretly glanced at Zhou Ziqiu with envy several times.
When Wen Su looked up again, he met the staring eyes of the group leader who was speaking in front of him.
"......?"
Wen Su felt no guilt whatsoever for helping others slack off during the meeting; he slept whenever he was tired, without any problem. But the group leader who had spoken clearly didn't see it that way. Someone dared to sleep right under his nose during a meeting so soon after taking office, and the people around him were even protecting and condoning it. He pointed at Wen Su: "You, which group are you from?"
A police officer tugged at the man's clothes, signaling him not to ask any more questions. Everyone knew that Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu were members of the Special Investigation Team, and strictly speaking, they were not official police officers. In fact, they were people who had been invited to help with the case, so they couldn't be viewed using the same standards. But the team leader didn't know that.
"Special Investigation Team."
Wen Su's eyelids drooped, and his expression looked unapproachable.
The team leader hesitated for a moment. He knew that the case he was in charge of this time was special, a special case that even the Special Investigation Team had. He also knew about the things the Special Investigation Team did, but his pride was tied here, making him unable to go up or down. However, his mind worked quickly, and he clapped for Wen Su: "So you are a comrade from the Special Investigation Team. Come up and tell us about your investigation progress."
Zhou Ziqiu, perched on the shoulder, stirred his head at the sound of the group leader's applause, as if trying to wake up. His voice was hoarse: "Wen Su... is the meeting over...?"
Judging from his voice, Wen Su knew that Zhou Ziqiu was still asleep. He gently pushed Zhou Ziqiu away so that he could sleep on the desk. The office was a bit cool with the air conditioning on, so Wen Su took off his coat and covered Zhou Ziqiu with it. He bent down and whispered in Zhou Ziqiu's ear, "Okay, it's time to go back to the meeting. You can sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when it's time."
I had arranged to go to the forensic institute in the afternoon.
"...good..."
Zhou Ziqiu murmured something and fell asleep again.
After settling Zhou Ziqiu in, Wen Su stood up, picked up his ever-present notebook, and calmly stuck the rubbing of the photo copy onto the whiteboard behind him. The whiteboard only reached Wen Su's shoulder, so he had to bend down slightly when pressing the magnet.
The tall man exuded an imposing aura; even the team leader, who was in his thirties, hadn't expected this young man to be so tall when he stood up.
After pasting the photos, Wen Su picked up a whiteboard marker and, while looking at his notebook, explained all the current discoveries to the police officers below the stage, including some of the latest discoveries made last night.
Wen Su spoke very well, his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, his tone was calm, and his language was concise. He also explained some difficult-to-understand things in metaphysics in plain language. He finished speaking in just a few minutes, bent over, and returned to his seat, making the group leader red-faced and furious.
The other officers didn't notice their new team leader. They only knew that Wen Su usually seemed careless, but they didn't expect him to be so serious about his work. They couldn't help but want to applaud, but considering Zhou Ziqiu, who was "favored" beside him, they pressed their hands down and just looked at Wen Su with their bright eyes.
After Wen Su's outburst, the team leader lost interest in continuing the meeting. He gave a brief speech and then adjourned the meeting, with everyone rushing out to return to their workstations to catch up on sleep.
Wen Su sat in the office until noon. Zhou Ziqiu didn't wake up until noon, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "What time is it?"
Wen Su reached for his coat, glanced at his phone, and said, "It's twelve o'clock."
"Oh, okay." Zhou Ziqiu rubbed his eyes, stood up and stretched. "Get ready and go to the forensic institute."
Let's go.
But when the two arrived at the forensic institute after lunch, they were dumbfounded.
The body bag that the forensic staff brought over did not contain the body of the deceased, but rather the body of someone else whose identity was unknown.
Five bodies have vanished without a trace!
"Where's the body?" Zhou Ziqiu asked coldly. The suspect in this case was knowledgeable in metaphysics, and a corpse was too much for a metaphysician to manipulate.
"We don't know either!" The staff were dumbfounded. The autopsy report had already been issued, and the body was in a body bag that no one had touched. Because no one paid attention to the body, they didn't even know when it had been switched.
"Where are the security cameras? Take me to your supervisor."
This matter was of great importance, so the staff quickly took the two to the office of the head of the forensic institute. At that moment, Cui Yongle also called, presumably having received news of the missing body.
"I know the body is missing. I'm in the person in charge's office now, and I'll check the surveillance footage later."
Zhou Ziqiu spoke first, but this time Cui Yongle's call was not about the missing body.
"Don't bother with the surveillance yet. I'll have Fatty and Glasses come over later. You and Wen Su come to the crime scene now, it's urgent."
Zhou Ziqiu looked up and met Wen Su's gaze for a moment, then immediately turned and left the office.
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