Diane hurried out of the bedroom and apologized to Jiayi and others:
"Sorry, I just saw a jar with a lot of nail clippings in it. When I checked it, a beetle suddenly crawled out of it. I was shocked."
"Huh... I'm glad it's okay." Jiayi put away her gun and turned around to see Gary and others holding guns and looking alert.
A group of frightened birds couldn't help but laugh at themselves. Xu Shaowei also took a step back and retreated behind Jiayi.
If Diane hadn't come out of the bedroom to explain the situation to everyone, Xu Shaowei would have chased Jiayi to protect her.
"Uncle Jiu, take Gary to collect confessions from the neighbors." Jiayi let out a breath again and turned to Uncle Jiu.
"OK, madam." Uncle Jiu and Gary nodded and left the "haunted house".
Brother Da Guangming did not come today. Sister Diane has now been promoted to the position of Chief of Scientific Forensics and has the ability to lead a team to investigate the scene alone.
Diane and Jiayi looked at each other, and the two independent women nodded and continued their work.
The Forensic Department had already investigated the scene and taken all the photos. Ajie wanted to tear off the red paper on the window, but Jiayi stopped him, "Until the investigation of the case is over, the scene should be kept as it is. Thank you."
The light in the house was the warm yellow light of an ordinary home. If it was a normal residence, it would definitely feel very warm, but at the moment it seemed dim and gloomy. The forensic officer and colleagues in the Forensic Department had to turn on all the cold light flashlights they brought to ensure that no clues would be missed during the work.
"Eleventh sister, I found the ID of the owner, Wei Meixia, 29 years old..." Sanfu, who was investigating the bedroom with Diane, came out with a pile of things.
"Brother Sanfu, please call the police station to check Wei Meixia's information." Jiayi said, "And check the communication records of the landline here."
"OK." Sanfu immediately walked to the landline in this room and called the police station.
After the basic deployment was completed, Jiayi finally turned her head to look at the forensic officer Xu Junhao, took a deep breath, reached into her pocket, held her small notebook, and then stepped towards Sir Xu and the body of the child that she had not had time to examine.
...
How much suffering does a person have to endure in his life?
Being sick, being bullied by classmates, being cheated by friends, being let down by boyfriends, being bullied by colleagues, being suppressed by superiors, being cheated by merchants...
There must be a safe haven, parents, there are no parents who are not right, parents who gave birth to me and raised me, parents who say everything is for their children...
But why is it that the greatest pain of someone's life comes from their parents?
Jiayi stood in the void, watching the scene in the flow image, feeling the cold current rushing into her heart and spreading through her blood vessels.
The 4-year-old boy Wei Xiaotong was tied up and pressed to the ground, and the person riding on him was called mom by him.
The child kept saying "I'm sorry" and crying, but he still couldn't stop his mother's action.
The woman muttered something, holding a talisman in her hand, and watched it burn quickly after lighting it. Then she pressed the child's left hand and pressed it on a talisman. She muttered "be good" and pressed a finger-long nail into his palm under the child's terrified eyes.
The woman held the hammer and hesitated slightly when she raised it, but when she turned her head and saw the child's face, she finally gritted her teeth and swung her arm to hammer.
The sound of the skin and flesh being pierced was very subtle, but it was amplified by fear. The cracking of the skin and bones seemed to have a loud sound like a landslide, which frightened the woman and made her scream.
The child screamed and kicked his legs, struggling continuously. The woman rode harder and pulled a cloth to stuff the child's mouth.
The cloth was not big, so it would not choke the crying child with a stuffy nose, but it could reduce his volume so that he would not disturb others.
As soon as the child's cry became quieter, the woman immediately hit the long nail twice, so that the child's palm, with the talisman pressed under it, was nailed into the floor.
She gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind. Even though she still hesitated when nailing the child's right hand, she still insisted on swinging the hammer with tears.
Regardless of the pain and struggle of the flesh and blood under her body, she only had what she wanted to do in her heart, and implemented the plan like a madman and a demon.
"Ding! Ding!" The sound of hammering the long nails seemed particularly high-pitched in the low crying.
Every sound made the woman's shoulders tremble, but she never stopped her violence.
The long nail was driven into the floor, blood flowed out from the palm, dyed the talisman paper red, and then seeped into the floor through the nail hole.
The child kept crying, biting the cloth in his mouth and wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't do it. He could only cry vaguely with the cloth in his mouth:
"Mom...Mom, I was wrong...Mom...Wuwu...It hurts, Mom..."
He may not know where he was wrong, but since his mother did this, he must have done something wrong.
But even if he begged for mercy, even if he admitted his mistake, this time his mother did not stop.
After the child, who was originally raised to be chubby, was nailed into the floor, even if the woman let him go, he could not move, and the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. The task of fixing her son seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her clothes and hair were soaked with sweat. She collapsed to the side, looking at the child who was tortured by pain and fear.
The suffering of the purest child was the most generous sacrifice to the evil god.
The woman sat paralyzed for a while, and suddenly she covered her face and burst into tears, but she suddenly became resolute. She stood up, clenched her fists, and said to the child:
"Mom is doing this for your own good. Only in this way can we live a good life, you can live with your parents, eat well, dress well, have a lot of money, be the young master of the Li family, have a car to ride when you go out... not be stabbed in the back, not be bullied..."
Her breathing became increasingly rapid, she turned around and picked up another thicker and longer iron nail and a wooden nail of similar size from the table, and then knelt back beside the child.
She dipped her finger in her son's blood, drew talismans on the child's forehead, arms, heart, etc., and then returned her gaze to the child's face again.
The 4-year-old boy had a chubby face, and his baby fat made him look particularly cute.
The son looks like his mother, and the child's facial features resemble the beautiful woman. Even if he cries like a wolf, he is still cute and beautiful.
She gave birth to such a good child and raised him so well...
"Ah...ah..." The woman suddenly buried her head and hugged herself, bursting into tears.
It was not until a few minutes later that she sobbed and recovered a little.
She rode on her son, hesitating, hesitating, suffering, struggling, and her expression was sometimes fierce and hateful, and sometimes painful and helpless. Her condition was so dangerous that it seemed that she would go crazy in the next moment.
But some obsessions solidified her heart and strengthened her will. At the last moment, she still couldn't give up this sacrifice and hammered the iron nail into her son's forehead. As she
hammered again and again, the small warm body twitched and struggled under her crotch, gradually becoming motionless and losing its temperature.
The light in her eyes gradually faded, and she just hammered woodenly, then stood up and used force to pull out the iron nail that broke the hard skull, and easily hammered the wooden nail into the deep wound left by the iron nail after it opened up the territory.
The ceremony was finally completed, and the woman lost all her strength. The iron hammer slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
She seemed to be unaware, and just lowered her head like a zombie facing her son's body.
Everything around her seemed to be still, only the blood was still flowing out.
The gurgling red rivers gradually gathered into a red lake, which seemed to capture the woman's soul. She stepped back step by step, afraid that the blood would touch her feet.
When she retreated to the corner of the wall, her back hit the cold and hard wall, and the pain finally completely defeated her.
Her body fell limply to the ground, and she curled herself up into a ball, making a "hehe uh uh" sound in her throat. The sound gradually became smaller, and she gradually became motionless...
...
At the crime scene, Jiayi, who saw all this, was stiff, her teeth were cold, and her heart was cold.
Looking at the child's body, she felt a little suffocated.
She turned around and walked through the crowd to the outside. At the corner of the stairs, she pushed open the dusty small window. She didn't care about the dust flying, and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside the window.
There was no bloody smell in her nostrils at all. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the good things. After a few breaths, she felt better.
Sanfu and Xu Shaowei walked to the door together because of worry, frowning and looking at Jiayi's back.
The two men looked at each other, as if silently communicating who would go to comfort Yi Shazhan. In the end, Sanfu won with his more cheerful and proactive personality, and walked down the stairs first.
"..." Xu Shaowei stood there, staring at Sanfu's back all the way until he stood beside Yi Jiayi.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Sanfu reached out to fan her, lowering his voice and trying to make it as soft as possible.
"It's okay..." Jiayi raised her head and smiled at Sanfu with difficulty, took a few deep breaths, and then nodded: "Go back to work."
"Are you ok? Otherwise, it's the same if you tell me and Shaowei to do it." Sanfu stopped her.
"It's OK, it's just a little cruel... I'll be fine." Jiayi put on a refreshing smile, patted Sanfu's shoulder, and took the lead to step up and return to the crime scene.
Xu Junhao finished the preliminary examination of the body, and while instructing his assistant and Ajie from the Forensic Department to remove the long nails that nailed the body's hands and feet so that the body could be taken away, he stood up and stretched his waist.
Turning around and seeing Jiayi, he walked up to her, observed her expression first, then took off his gloves and handed her a sour plum candy. Jiayi
did not refuse. She opened it and put it in her mouth, letting the sweet and sour taste dilute the stuffy feeling in her chest, and then smiled at Sir Xu:
"Thank you, Sir Xu."
Xu Junhao nodded at her, and then began to describe the condition of the body:
"The murderer first nailed the deceased's limbs, causing the deceased to urinate incontinent... The fatal injury was the perforation wound on the forehead, plus excessive blood loss. The deceased's throat was congested, and it was obvious that he cried out before death.
"No other abuse injuries have been found on the deceased's body. The time of death was probably last night. The specific time needs to be measured by liver temperature and determined after autopsy." "
Understood. Thank you for your hard work, Sir Xu. "Jia Yi nodded.
Xu Junhao turned around and saw that the long nails on the child's hands and feet had been pulled out, so he arranged for someone to take the body away.
At this time, the Forensic Department had also completed the first on-site investigation. Diane walked up to Jia Yi and checked all the evidence collected today while saying to Jia Yi:
"There is only one person's bloody footprints in the room, including other dusty footprints. According to the size of the footprints, the width of the footprints, and the pressure habits, the murderer is about 155cm to 165cm tall, with a standard weight, and visually should be neither fat nor thin. "
"Based on the confession of the watchman that 'the deceased lived with his mother Wei Meixia', the footprints in the room should all belong to the deceased's mother. "Jiayi replied.
"Yes, there are men's toothbrushes, towels and slippers in the house. The toothbrushes and towels are dry. Judging from the humidity of this house, there was no man living here at least yesterday, and it is very likely that there was no man living here the day before yesterday." Diane said again.
"Has the man's suspicion been basically ruled out?" Jiayi asked.
Diane smiled solemnly. She thought so, but the specific judgment still had to be made by the CID. She didn't dare to make a decision casually.
Jiayi nodded and got what Diane meant.
"The murder weapons are all at the scene. The iron nail is still stuck in the forehead of the deceased. The forensic officer will send it to the Forensic Department for us to test during the autopsy. The hammer is left at the scene. After we return to the police station and develop all the scene photos, we will send them to the B Group Office together with the test report.
"Today I will check if there is anything special about the nails and hammers used by the murderer. If there is nothing special, I will ask Ajie to visit nearby hardware stores to find the source of the murder weapon." Diane said, then looked at the layout around the house, bit her lower lip, and sighed:
"The murderer is very likely performing some kind of cult ritual. I will ask some experts.
"Oh, by the way, Eleven, it probably takes a long time to arrange these talismans. The murderer may have started to decorate this house the day before yesterday, or even earlier."
"It's not an impulsive murder." Jiayi said.
"Yeah. "Diane nodded at Jiayi and continued, "And we found amulets, small magical instruments and the like under the mattress and pillows in the bedroom. Judging from the degree of fading and wrinkles, they are all from an old house and may have been there for more than a month."
"It is basically certain that the owner of this house, Wei Meixia, has always been a person with certain beliefs." Jiayi made another judgment.
"Yeah. "Diane smiled and nodded again, acknowledging Jiayi's ability to understand and analyze information.
It is indeed comfortable to talk about work with professionals. Before, Diane went to cooperate with other departments to do on-site investigations. When communicating with new police officers, many things really had to be explained thoroughly so that the other party could understand. And some people do not have the ability to make extended inferences based on clues, so they still have to work hard to accumulate experience and learn knowledge.
"The suspect can basically be locked in on the deceased's mother, Wei Meixia..." Xu Shaowei said without hesitation. The clues and evidence have accumulated to this extent, and the answer is about to come out.
"..." Diane closed her mouth and did not answer.
"No way?" Sanfu frowned, and looked back at the four holes in the pool of blood a few steps away that were exposed after the iron nails were pulled out. A mother killed her four-year-old son in this way?
Jiayi touched her mouth and chin with her hands, and put her fist to her lips, her eyes slightly drooped, and she did not look at Sanfu.
Sanfu saw her little movements to conceal her emotions, and guessed that Jiayi thought so too. He reached out and grabbed his hair, shook his head and opened his lips to say something, but he was speechless.
The gloomy house was silent for a while, and the cold wind blew in from the bathroom window, passed through the hall, and rolled towards the door.
There was a faint sobbing sound accompanying the wind, which made everyone's back stand up.