There was a continuous heavy rain in Hong Kong, and the Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter was flooded.

After the rain stopped, the drain workers rushed to deal with the problem. The pump truck rumbled for a long time before the accumulated water was pumped away.

After checking whether the canal was suitable for workers, the drain workers dressed up and prepared to enter the canal to find the cause of the blockage.

As he was working in the sewer, the worker complained: "It's always blocked here. All kinds of rotten fish and shrimp, dirty crab shells are thrown into the sewer. Not only is it blocked, but it's also stinky..."

The sewer was dirty and smelly. The worker bent all the way to the intersection of the pipes and saw the cause of the blockage - many non-degradable things such as plastic bags were entangled in the intersection and were caught by the steel bars pulled out of the cement. Gradually, more and more things were caught, and of course it was blocked.

He endured the harsh conditions and cleaned up all the bags and other things and took them out of the sewer.

When throwing these garbage into the trash can, something suddenly fell out from between the bags.

The worker didn't think much, bent down, picked it up and stuffed it into the trash can.

Suddenly he saw the nail on the top of the thing, and he screamed in fear and threw the thing far away.

A colleague who was preparing to wash him with a hose a few steps away heard the shout, looked up, and asked: "What's the matter? Why are you yelling..." "

...It's nothing, it's nothing." The worker, who had regained some of his sanity, suddenly remembered something and hurried to the severed finger. With disgust and horror, he ran back to the trash can with it in his hand and threw it hard.

"Is that a finger?" Another worker came closer and saw what he had thrown away.

"Never mind, hurry up and take a shower, take off this skin, so that we can call the police."

"Don't you want to call the police?"

"Call the police for nothing! Don't you know? The news reported that someone, tragically, was the one who found the body and called the police, but was sentenced to death as the murderer."

"Why would that happen?"

"It's better to have less trouble than more. Let's call the police and go home for some tea."

The sky was overcast and I didn't know if it would rain again.

The humid air gave the air near the seafood stall a faint stench. The finger had been picked up and discarded across the ocean, picked up again and discarded again…Now it was soaked and swollen, lying quietly in the trash can, with a bunch of plastic bottles and garbage bags…I wonder if it will continue to wander, or will be silent from now on.

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After the heavy rain stopped, the Xiangjiang River was still a little cloudy.

The first report from the Forensic Department was issued, and Sanfu held the report and read it line by line to everyone:

"The order of death of the four victims was confirmed by the Forensic Department. The Filipino maid was the first victim. The blood of the Filipino maid on the hostess's clothes, plus the evidence of the time of death, made her the second victim. The baby was the third victim, and the hostess's mother was the fourth victim.

"The murderer started killing from the moment he entered the house, all the way to the kitchen, and then left."

"It seems that he had some understanding of the structure of the house, or he had some understanding of how many people were in the house." Jiayi finished, and added this information on the whiteboard.

"The four people died from the same murder weapon, which solidified the judgment that the murderer was one person.

"The murder weapon was a long dagger, about 22cm long and about 3cm at the widest point.

"The four victims were all stabbed to death. The forensic doctor Sir Xu explained that the murderer's attacks were all intended to kill. As long as the victim's injuries reached the degree of death, the murderer would stop attacking."

Sanfu continued.

"There was no element of venting anger, which may lead to the conclusion of selfless revenge. "Fang Zhenyue stood at the door with his arms crossed and began to summarize.

Now his office door is open all year round. Sister Yin found him a set of old desks and chairs from the warehouse. Fang Zhenyue happily moved the old desks and chairs to the B group office.

Originally, there were 6 sets of desks and chairs in the B group office, but now there are 7 sets.

Fang Zhenyue didn't mind the old desks and chairs at all. He sat in the B group office leisurely every day and worked with everyone. He would only go back to his own office when he needed to submit some important faxes and emails, or when he needed to communicate with others. When he was done, he would run out again and return to the group of group B.

He was still the person who loved the hustle and bustle. Even if he was silent all the time, he would be in the crowd. Loneliness seemed to kill him.

Fang Zhenyue was the person who hated being alone the most that everyone had ever met.

"The time of death was around 18:00 on the evening of January 6..."

The night after the forensic report was issued, the only surviving male owner of the deceased's family finally rushed back from Japan.

After he learned about the accident at home, he immediately booked a ticket to return and rushed to the police station as soon as he landed.

The man who had suddenly encountered a disaster had gray hair on his temples and looked so miserable that he did not look like a businessman returning from a business trip, but more like a down-and-out uncle who had fled from a disaster. A man

in his thirties seemed to have aged nearly ten years overnight.

The interrogation went smoothly. Although the male owner could not hide his grief and his eagerness for revenge, he racked his brains to answer all the questions in detail.

Two hours later, the interrogation ended and the male owner was sent away from the police station.

In the B team office, everyone passed the statement around, reading it over and over again, trying to find loopholes in it.

But everything was reasonable, and the male host should have told the truth.

"No, the intensity of this job doesn't even allow him to have time to talk to other women, let alone have an affair? Even when he's on a plane, he must have found a way to take a nap. He must be so tired that he doesn't even have the mood to look at the stewardess, right?" Gary scratched his head.

"The alibi is real." Jiayi said, "Sanfu, call the three women he provided who had conflicts with the hostess. "

Yes, sir." Sanfu immediately went out to make a phone call.

Four hours later, the three women who were summoned came to the police station one after another to cooperate with the police to make statements.

Two of them had perfect alibis, and during the interrogation process, it was basically possible to confirm that they did not have sufficient motives for murder through some reactions and answers.

The last one did not have an alibi. Her height was too tall, which did not conform to the scientific conclusions about the murderer's height provided by the Forensic Department and the Forensic Section, and she also did not have sufficient motives for murder.

The next day, the crime scene investigation report and evidence test report of the Forensic Section were also delivered to Jiayi.

"The order of death of the deceased is consistent with the conclusion of the Forensic Department." Jiayi shared the report with other detectives while reading it.

After reading the report of the Forensic Section, Fang Zhenyue leaned back on the desk, turned his head and looked at Jiayi, his brows still locked:

"Now, the height, shoe size, handprint size, murder weapon, time and sequence of death, behavior trajectory before death, etc. of the murderer, as well as the reconstruction of the crime scene based on the information provided by the Forensic Department and the Forensic Department, have all been completed, but there is still no progress in finding the suspect."

"The suspect provided by the watchman is the 'suspicious woman wearing a duckbill cap who claims to be a decorator' who appeared on the night of the murder. The painter took the portrait drawn by the old man and showed it to the male owner of the deceased's home, as well as to the neighbors and decorators upstairs and downstairs. No one has seen it. This person is very likely the murderer, but who is she?"

Sanfu said worriedly, holding the portrait of the murderer drawn by the painter based on the description of the watchman.

Jiayi has seen this portrait before, and in fact, the painting does not look very similar.

It's not the painter's fault, it's really the old man's memory and description that are wrong.

But we can't blame the old man's memory. After all, before the murder happened, no one would have thought that the person who appeared by chance was the murderer. How could he remember the other person's appearance carefully without even paying attention to him? Not everyone has a memory like Ah Xiang.

But even if the portrait doesn't look like the murderer, Jiayi can't point it out, and can only look for a breakthrough anxiously.

Now all the evidence and clues have come out. Except for the portrait, the other descriptions and judgments of the murderer are basically correct, but they can't find that person.

The case investigation work suddenly stagnated, and the detectives were in a desperate situation.

"The murderer is a stranger." Liu Jiaming's butt was numb from sitting in the office, so he simply leaned over the desk and stamped his feet.

This was the only possibility.

"Strangers commit crimes in public places such as parks, shopping malls, dark alleys, etc., often because of sudden situations such as lust, robbery, and sudden conflicts. Why would a stranger go to a residential building, take the elevator to the 12th floor to kill a family preparing to have dinner at home?" Jiayi frowned.

Now they lack the most important motive for committing the crime.

In the flow image, the murderer did not speak. Jiayi could only see that the victims did not know the murderer, and everything else was a mystery.

Why did a stranger come here specifically to kill three people like this?

What was special about these three people?

What did they do to make the murderer want to kill them?

"We have questioned everyone who had conflicts with this family. We have even questioned the owner of the meat stall downstairs who had a conflict over the price. These people either don't know where this family lives, or they simply didn't have the time to commit the crime." Xu Shaowei shook the confessions in his hand. In the past few days, several detectives have walked around Weili Jinhui and have been very thorough, but they have not found any useful clues.

The murderer seems to be an invisible man, burying himself completely in the crowd. No matter how hard they look, they can't find any clues.

What to do?

- At this moment, every detective in Group B has this message in their eyes, and everyone is confused.

This case meets the characteristics of a stranger committing a crime, but strangely, it also has elements that are absolutely inconsistent with a stranger committing a crime.

It really stumped everyone.

"Let's take a break first." Fang Zhenyue suddenly broke the silence in the room and brought up other topics:

"There are too many cases recently. Each group in the serious crime team can transfer a uniformed police officer to help. If you know a uniformed police officer who you think is good, you can report it and I will call to inquire about their willingness. If there is no uniformed police officer, I will choose someone from the list provided by the police force."

Everyone was still immersed in the case, and suddenly jumped to another channel, and they were all a little slow to react.

Just as Fang Zhenyue was about to choose a helper, Jiayi suddenly remembered something and looked up and said,

"Brother Yue, in the last case of the demon child, a police officer who was in charge of patrolling the neighborhood performed well. He was very careful and had good observation and logical skills. I didn't remember his police number, but I remembered his name, Liang Shule."

"OK." Fang Zhenyue nodded and left the office.

Jiayi sat at the desk in front of the whiteboard, and her mind turned back to the case.

"Who became the beneficiary after these three people died?" After a long time, Jiayi murmured softly.

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...

On the second day of the murder, [The Tragic Case of the Weili Jinhui Family] made the headlines of major newspapers.

As soon as the news came out, the stock of the real estate company to which Weili Jinhui belongs hit the limit down. The entire property that was selling well suddenly had a large number of "orders lost" and "orders regretted". The originally hot-selling houses suddenly became haunted houses, and the prices that were growing pleasingly fell below the bottom price at the beginning of the year in the blink of an eye.

Not only were the residents who had already bought Weili Jinhui gloomy, but the real estate agents also had bitter faces.

A few days ago, buyers called him repeatedly to ask for a price reduction, but now he called all buyers to inform them of the "good news of price reduction" but was hung up on. He

thought he could sell a few houses before the New Year and get a big red envelope at the end of the year, but now it seems that he will not be able to do so.

The worst of these real estate agents is Manager Wang, who has the house in Unit A opposite the murder case. Others can only sell their houses at a discount, but he may not be able to sell his house even at a 50% discount.

Hong Kong people are the most superstitious. After buying a house with good Feng Shui, they will decorate it with good interior decoration. Why would they buy a house with a murder?

I am afraid he can only sell it to foreigners who don't understand Feng Shui.

But in this way, all the customers who have been maintained for a year have been maintained in vain. They have to find new foreign customers to maintain it again. Not only will the past costs be wasted, but the new costs are all money and time...

It hurts to think of these things. Manager Wang still calls his old customers one by one without giving up.

As he expected, the previously enthusiastic and polite clients now avoided him like snakes and scorpions, and it was obvious that they regarded him, a haunted house agent, as part of the bad luck. He

flipped through the phone book with a sigh, and when he turned to the end, he was about to give up, but suddenly he remembered a young female customer who had begged him to think of a solution because she could not afford to buy a house due to rising house prices.

Although the other party was not well-off, she did show a very strong interest in this house.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Manager Wang dialed the other party's number.

A blind tone sounded, and the other party answered the call a few seconds later. Manager Wang immediately said with a smile:

"Ms. Wu, hello..."