More corpses, more victims.
Yi Jiayi tried hard to see the murderer clearly, but she saw more atrocities.
She gritted her teeth and watched those women who were as fragile as herself being tortured, trampled, humiliated, and killed.
As if she could also understand the despair and suffocation, she pressed her fingers hard, and veins bulged.
Her body was already very stiff and cold, but she insisted on staying in the autopsy room to watch the forensic doctors repair the corpses and collect clues...
She wanted to see more, and kept watching, repeatedly.
Even if she couldn't see the entire killing scene or the murderer's face because the body was incomplete, at least she had to remember the room clearly, the murderer's hands, clothes, arms, shoulders, and even the occasional sounds...
Until the last body found today was cleaned of mud, insects, grass debris, etc. by the forensic officer, Yi Jiayi finally successfully entered the last flow image of the day.
This was the most ferocious victim. Not only was there fear in her eyes, but also anger and hatred. The audacity made the murderer more ferocious and more eager to conquer her, make her surrender and tremble. But
the woman seemed to be crazy, and she wanted to take a piece of his flesh away even if she died. With her hands restrained, she hit him with her head and bit him with her teeth.
If the murderer was careless and failed to restrain her hands, she would be whipped and grabbed.
She still glared at him with hatred until the murderer came up with more inhumane means to get rid of all her resistance and torture her to the point where she had no way out.
Finally, she forced the murderer to squat down, look at her at eye level, slap her face hard, and even poke her with a knife -
in this blurry picture, the murderer's face was in the same frame as the victim, and Yi Jiayi finally saw his face.
Even if half of it was hidden in the darkness, it was enough for Yi Jiayi to remember. When she saw him, she believed that she could recognize him at a glance.
She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. She clenched her fists, trying to make her voice sound calm, thanked Xu Junhao and said goodbye, then turned and walked out of the autopsy room.
Xu Junhao looked at Yi Jiayi's somewhat stiff back and slightly slow steps, and sighed softly.
I hope that after seeing so much darkness, she can still live in the sunshine.
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...
When Yi Jiayi walked out of the autopsy room, she ran into Fang Zhenyue who was walking out of the Forensic Office.
They both paused and stared at each other for a few seconds before coming back to their senses.
"We have a suspect, let's go check it out together?" Fang Zhenyue looked at the time. When they arrived in Sham Shui Po, if she wanted to go, he would take her back to the police station. If she didn't want to go, he could take her home on the way.
"Okay." Yi Jiayi nodded, "Who is the suspect?"
"The bag containing the body parts came from a mobile vendor selling steamed buns in Sham Shui Po."
"Would the murderer be so stupid as to use his own signature bag to hold the body parts?"
"I hope he is so stupid." Fang Zhenyue returned to the B team office, called Lin Wangjiu and a few others, and set off straight to Sun Xin's residence.
At this time, Sun Xin might not be at home. When the car drove into the crowded streets of Sham Shui Po, Fang Zhenyue slowed down the car, while the others looked around through the car window to find a small cart selling steamed buns. When
they arrived at Sun Xin's house, there was indeed no one inside.
We had to turn back and parked our car next to Yi Kee. Then we went to Yi Jia Dong to get a pork chop bun and a cup of Yi Bing Lo, and started walking around the streets to continue looking for Sun Xin and his steamed bun truck.
When we got to Yu Chau Street, we could see the Sham Shui Po Police Station in the center of West Kowloon.
Walking further in, we could smell all kinds of snacks all over the street. Ya Liao Street was so noisy and crowded that it was shocking. Many vendors set up stalls in the narrow alleys, selling fish balls, intestines rice noodles, pork fat residue noodles, dried bonito peanut porridge, radish beef brisket... all kinds of snacks that would make you drool.
Behind these stalls are various electronic parts shops. Yi Jiayi even saw the audio shop Kobo Blister where Tony Leung Chiu-wai appeared in "Infernal Affairs". If she hadn't been responsible for finding the suspect, she would really like to go in and take a look.
"Selling noodles everywhere is very consistent with the existing clues. The woman who comes to buy noodles and wanders around looking for the place where the body was dumped are very convenient and not easy to arouse suspicion." Liu Jiaming ate the pork chop bun in his hand and began to eat all the snacks he encountered on the road.
"What's the motive? Because his parents died in a car accident, he felt that the world was unfair, so he wanted to take revenge on society?" Lin Wangjiu frowned and sighed, "Or maybe he was suppressed by his parents before, but now there is no one to discipline him,
so the evil in his bones is exposed?" "Maybe he is a born murderer." Gary shrugged. There are people in this world who are born bad. Can someone who can do such a terrible thing as the Ferry Street Corpse Dismemberment Case still be called a human being?
"Maybe he can't judge with common sense."
Several people chatted and searched, walking in the crowd, and gradually felt the popularity. The chest was cold because of this case, and it was almost burned by the scorching heat of the day. Finally, it found a balance point and returned to normal temperature.
The comings and goings of people and the lights of thousands of houses all give off the atmosphere of worldly life, making people feel at ease.
"The medical examiner cannot determine the exact time of death of each victim. He can only roughly estimate that it is about one month, about three weeks, about two weeks, and yesterday or the day before yesterday." Yi Jiayi suddenly remembered what Xu Junhao said to her in the autopsy room before leaving.
"Based on the current test results, these body parts belong to five people, which means... they committed a crime about once a week." Liu Jiaming frowned.
"Generally, the intervals between serial killers' crimes will become shorter and shorter. I hope that the current killer has not yet reached the state of completely indulging his desire to kill." Fang Zhenyue held the straw in his mouth, took a sip of Ice Ice, and said:
"According to the current rhythm, the next killing and disposal of the body will be about six days later. But if the killer first captures people, plays with, violates, and tortures them, and finally kills them... maybe there is already a victim in his hands now..."
After hearing Fang Zhenyue's words, several people regained the warmth in their bodies, and were instantly pulled away.
They all tightened their limbs that had just relaxed, pouting their faces, erecting their ears, and widening their eyes, wishing they had the ability of the Calabash Brothers to hear and see with a thousand miles of vision.
We must catch the murderer as soon as possible and compete with Lord Yan for the people.
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Liu Sen Ji on Furong Street is a must-eat restaurant for Cai Lan.
Thin-skinned wontons, bamboo noodles filled with shrimps, dumplings with tender skin and springy meat, and the aroma of bighead carp soup...
Just standing outside the store, you can always be drooling over the aroma coming from inside.
A tall and thin boy stood against the wall, with a tricycle next to him. There were several bamboo baskets in a big box on the tricycle, covered with film cloth, and the unique aroma of rice and noodles wafted out from time to time.
Passersby who don't have time to go to Liu Sen Ji for noodles or are short of money will choose to buy some noodles from the boy to fill their stomachs. The steamed buns seem to taste better when you eat them while smelling the delicious smell in Liu Sen Ji.
The boy has a cold white skin. His face, neck, hands, and even ankles exposed outside his clothes are all so white that they are eye-catching.
I'm afraid that the whiteness can glow by itself without lights, so that the beautiful girls passing by will envy and yearn for him.
With such a good complexion, he must be a handsome boy, right? Many passersby can't help but have such thoughts when they look at him.
But the boy always keeps his head down. Even when you buy steamed buns from him, he doesn't raise his face to let you see.
The boy was not curious about the hustle and bustle around him, nor did he care what the people walking around were wearing, what they looked like, or whether they were happy or unhappy. He
just kept his eyes down, did not make eye contact with anyone, and did not look around.
He was guarding his cart like a pale stone statue, looking at his feet and the ground around his feet.
Suddenly, a ball rolled to his feet, circled around his worn-out shoes, and stopped at the back of his heels.
The boy's posture finally changed. He no longer relied on the wall behind him. After standing up straight, he quietly touched the ball with his heel, and then timidly raised his eyes.
Sure enough, he saw a little boy standing two steps away, looking back at him with a timid look.
The two looked at each other for a while, as if comparing glances.
After a few seconds, the boy seemed to have finally determined through the child's eyes and expression that the other party had no ill intentions and was not fierce at all.
He lowered his eyes again, raised his toes to tap the ball, and then kicked it lightly.
The ball bounced on the uneven road surface, and finally landed steadily at the feet of its owner. But
the child did not leave. He circled the ball with his feet and kicked it towards the pale boy again.
Furong Street is very noisy, but this area is surprisingly warm and quiet. It was not
until several people walked into the boy's safety circle in a contracted manner, asked his name, and took him away under protection that the tranquility completely disappeared.
The ball swayed alone where the boy had just stood, and then stopped moving.
The child ran over, picked up the ball and put it under his armpit, staring at the backs of the boy who was taken away and the other five men and one woman, his eyes full of confusion, and he didn't move for a long time.