On the outer wall of the house built with iron sheets and wooden boards at Pier No. 3, the three painted characters "Yau Ma Tei" have become mottled. The sea breeze and sand and gravel have corroded the paint, making the originally elegant strokes completely out of tune.
Unlike the pedestrians on the street wearing suits and windbreakers, the fishermen and sack workers at the docks here have muscular arms, and the damp sweat covers their already sun-tanned skin, making their skin look even more shiny.
They all stopped working temporarily, gathered outside the cordon and peeked in to see the excitement, and seemed to take the opportunity to take a break and rub their sore arms and backs.
The police car was parked crookedly on the side of the road. There were many large and small vehicles parked nearby. Some were trucks, some were lorries, and few were cars.
The noisy environment was in the eyes of the detectives.
Jiayi stepped out of the car, turned around and closed the car door, and said to Xu Shaowei:
"The dock where the body was found was crowded, and it was difficult to monitor the people coming and going."
Xu Shaowei recorded Jiayi's words in a notebook, then looked up and looked around. He vaguely understood that Jiayi was not just looking around when she got out of the car. It turned out that such a small action also had a deep meaning.
Jiushu followed Yi Jiayi. When he passed by Xu Shaowei, he saw him holding a notebook and thinking. Knowing that he was very eager to learn, Jiushu added:
"Observation is the ultimate skill of an agent."
After thinking for a while, Jiushu added:
"One of them."
Xu Shaowei nodded, took a step forward, and quickly followed Jiushu. He fell behind Yi Jiayi and Wagner, raised the cordon, and went straight to the body.
Chen Guangyao from the Forensic Department came forward and said after conferring with Jiayi:
"The deceased not only had coarse hemp ropes tied around his hands and feet, but also had coarse ropes tied around his body in many places.
"Too many meaningless knots, now it seems that they are just to keep the body in a weird posture. "
Jia Yi frowned as she looked at the corpse being examined by the forensic officer a few meters away, and continued, "Put your hands behind your back, bow your head and kneel on the ground."
"Yes, just like kneeling and confessing your guilt." Chen Guangyao nodded, and then continued,
"The colored paint on the hands of the deceased has been extracted, and it has been preliminarily determined to be spray paint used for spray painting walls."
"Street graffiti?" Jia Yi paused and turned to ask.
"Yes. Nowadays, there are many young people who wander around the streets, secretly spraying some words to convey negative views and trendy ideas. "Chen Guangyao nodded, "We will conduct further tests on the paint to see if we can determine whether he was spray painting somewhere before his death."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Da Guangming. Jiayi nodded.
When she saw the bodies from a distance, she immediately remembered the case that Brother Yue had told her about in London.
The victims were a mother and son. When they were found, the two bodies were placed kneeling towards the east, as if they were confessing or praying. The murderer arrogantly wanted to show off his "masterpiece" to everyone. When the London criminal psychologist was profiling the murderer in this case, he extracted a key word:
【Power】.
Now, this corpse, tied with coarse linen rope and forced to kneel before being abandoned, will have the same fate as the mother and son, becoming the trophy of an executioner who wants to show his "power"?
Jiayi stopped two steps away from the corpse.
She had seen the face of the deceased clearly, a pair of thick and long curved eyebrows, eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes stuck together, covered with dirt such as mud and seaweed, a straight nose, thin lips, dark blue skin and death, but people can still tell that he must have been a handsome guy when he was alive... The dead are very ugly, like wax figures without vitality, but with human shapes, no matter how handsome he was in life, he looks weird and scary.
Just taking a breath, Jiayi was pulled into the flow image.
…
Even though the man was beaten black and blue, his facial features were still excellent.
The strong light hit his face, forcing him to half-squint. His body was tied up and unable to move. He knelt crookedly on the ground. He looked up to see the people standing in front of him, but he still couldn't see the details of their outlines. He looked hard, but could only see a few backlit silhouettes.
The shadows around him seemed to be all people, or there might be only one person, but he was hallucinating countless clones because of dizziness.
His ears were buzzing because of the violent collision, and all the sounds he heard seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.
Reality and illusion, He couldn't tell them apart any longer.
A figure sitting a few steps away suddenly stood up, swaying as if he would fall down at any moment.
When the man was far away, he looked very short, but the closer he got, the taller he looked. When the man came in front of him, blocking the strong light on his face, the man had become a giant in his eyes. He had to raise his head as much as possible to barely see the man's head.
The blood had already blurred his eyes, making all the images covered in a dark kaleidoscope. The black shadow in front of him had no facial features, only a huge mouth opening and closing.
Suddenly, a thick wooden stick was swung high and hit him hard in the face...
——Jiayi took a deep breath and her body shook unconsciously.
She quickly closed her eyes, turned away and tried to pull herself away from the bizarre image.
Suddenly, a scent of orange rushed into her nose. She opened her eyes and saw a piece of orange peel being held in front of her. When
she turned her eyes again, she met Xu Shaowei's long eyes that were slightly narrowed by the setting sun.
"Only orange peels were brought from the office. "As he spoke, he took out a piece of orange peel from his pocket, stuffed it into her hand, and then stepped back half a step.
Jiayi nodded, pinched the orange peel and pressed it under her nose, pressed her willow-leaf eyebrows, and gritted her teeth and looked at the corpse--...
The
victim could not hear the sound of the wooden stick hitting the skull, but only felt unbearable pain, and his body trembled as he endured the storm-like swinging.
The wooden stick hit again and again, sometimes on the forehead, sometimes on the carotid artery, and sometimes on the shoulder, and each swing was very strong.
The victim, who was already staggering and about to fall, was beaten to sway from side to side, whimpering and begging for mercy: "Uncle Ye... Uncle Ye... I was wrong..."
"You bastard! "Every time the stick was swung, the light and shadows around shook. It seemed that with each blow, the whole time was trembling, twisting, and shaking.
"Uncle Ye... I didn't..." The victim was still sobbing and defending himself.
But the man who swung the stick did not show any mercy. After swinging and hitting for more than ten times, the caning seemed to be finally over.
The murderer paused for a moment, then twisted the long stick. With a click, the victim's body suddenly began to tremble violently. The next moment, the murderer pulled out a thin willow-leaf sword as wide as a finger from the long stick.
A shadowy figure stepped forward, grabbed the victim's hair and forced him to raise his head.
Uncle Ye, holding the willow-leaf sword, swung the sword across the victim's neck, and blood spurted out instantly. The victim could no longer beg for mercy, and only gurgling sounds remained in his throat.
After the shadowy figure who grabbed his hair let go and stepped back, even the gurgling sounds gradually disappeared.
"There are people like him, and they all end up like this!"
Uncle Ye wiped the blood on the willow-leaf sword on the victim's shoulder, inserted it back into the wooden stick, and then propped the wooden stick on the ground. Uncle Ye took a step forward -
the wooden stick became a thin sword, and now it has become a crutch.
He seemed to be dissatisfied with the drooping head of the deceased, and suddenly raised the wooden stick and stabbed it into the mouth of the deceased, forcing the corpse to slightly raise its head.
"Tie him up, let him raise his head, kneel in front of the Guan Gong statue for one night, and then throw him into the sea to feed the sharks."
"Got it, Uncle Ye." Someone immediately responded.
"We are all brothers who swore an oath to Guan Gong together. Don't forget it!" Uncle Ye and his men fixed the dead man's head with a thick rope, then pulled out the wooden stick, wiped the stick head on the dead man's clothes, and then leaned back on the ground.
"I won't forget it, Uncle Ye!"
"Got it, Uncle Ye!"
Hearing the brothers' repeated responses, Uncle Ye nodded, turned around and walked away with his crutches.
A tall man in black who was guarding the chair where he had just sat spat back, then put his hands in his pockets, and staggered to follow Uncle Ye towards the factory door.
The big lights on the roof of the factory were still as bright as the day, gradually lengthening the shadows of Uncle Ye and the three tall men beside him.
The shadow of the wooden stick in his hand also grew bigger and bigger like the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and gradually the stick became as thick and long as a pillar. The dragon head carved on the grip was also lengthened by the light and shadow, twisting into a huge beast.
When the man holding the stick moved, the wooden stick swayed with it, and the dragon-headed beast also had life, dancing and grabbing, as if to devour everything...