Chapter 385: The Boy Points the Way

On the night of September 12, the Eight Immortals Taoist Temple caught fire. By the morning of the 14th, a day and a night had passed. Heavy rain had begun to fall after the fire was extinguished, and it had not stopped until now.

Newspaper delivery trucks from various households were driving through the streets and alleys in the heavy rain. All the newspaper stands that were previously located along the streets had changed their locations, either under the eaves or inside the subway entrances. Even so, many newspapers were still splashed by the rain, and when held in the hands, they were not as smooth and dry as before.

"17 victims died, even the sky was crying"

"Major heinous arson and murder case, how does the police respond? 》

"Criminal police in action, first-hand graphic reports from the front line"

"Detective Yi Jiayi investigates cases in the rain, every second counts in catching the murderer" "On the second day after the arson case, the police have determined the height and weight of

the murderer! The law is long..."

"Female Zhuge Yi Jiayi has confirmed the murderer's motive for the crime, and the hammer of justice is approaching"

In many reports, the police's profile of the murderer was clearly mentioned: about 170cm tall, weighing about 132 pounds, with a habit of smoking; the murderer's arson and murder behavior implied a perverted appeal, and he actually watched the fire at the scene after arson, watching the Taoist priests wailing in pain and being burned to death, which was inhumane. The murderer was afraid and vomited after killing people. What a loser. It is shameful. The police suspect that the murderer also had the motive of revenge and venting anger. It is very likely that he had a conflict with the Taoist priests during the day and set fire to the Taoist temple at night while the Taoist priests were sleeping. The forensic autopsy showed that the guard dog raised by the Taoist temple happened to be sick and failed to warn, otherwise the murderer would have been caught by the Taoist priests before setting the fire. But the murderer should not be lucky. The police have already known your methods and motives, height and weight. With the intensive investigation and reasoning, perhaps tonight they will find out the murderer's name and where he lives. The people who knock on the murderer's door tomorrow morning may be a group of Hong Kong police who are the embodiment of justice! As the saying goes, the law is long and there is no loophole. With the involvement of the female Zhuge Yi Jiayi, the day when the murderer will be caught is not far away! Every newspaper is beating the drums of war, and every word is a demonstration of pressure on the murderer, affirming the results and speed of the police investigation. For a time, the police, the public, and the public worked together with full morale. At all ports, docks, airports, and bus stations, not only the police checked the checkpoints, but even the citizens would pay attention to young people who were 170cm tall and weighed about 132 pounds, which made many Hong Kong men who met these conditions feel quite stressed when traveling. But at the same time, everyone would also think that people who did not commit the murder felt this pressure, so would the real murderer feel even more pressure? The arson happened only one day and one night, but the police have already made such a big harvest. How many police officers are working hard to cooperate and investigate the case quickly in a place unknown to the murderer? Have more clues been discovered? Will the murderer and witnesses be found in the next second? People who are already guilty are probably shaking with fear in the endless speculation, right? ... In the temporary command center of Wuwu Village, the detectives have already received some reports from the Forensic Department and the Forensic Department. After various difficult-to-understand laboratory analyses and anatomical vocabularies, the information was summarized in the simplest and most understandable words: [Confirmed to be arson with liquid fuel: gasoline] [The deceased's internal organs were not burned or destroyed, which is a normal phenomenon for a body that died in a fire...] [A total of 17 bodies were found at the fire scene, and no other human parts were found after repeated inspections] [The deceased's stomach contents were edible mushrooms, and the deceased was in good health before death, with no obvious pathological manifestations...] The missing person notice posted by the forensic doctor based on the physical characteristics, teeth, and bone conditions of the two non-Taoist men and women has also received a response. The family of the female deceased came to identify the body and has confirmed her identity. She came to the Taoist temple to relax and go on vacation. People who believed they were the male deceased's family members also called and were on their way to identify the body. At the same time, two young Taoist priests who were attending a professional discussion meeting on special communities such as "religion" held by a sociology research team at Hong Kong University called the police station and said they were survivors of the Eight Immortals Taoist Temple and were returning to the Eight Immortals Taoist Temple in Eight Immortals Peak by bus from the Hong Kong University campus on Hong Kong Island. A detective stayed in the small hospital to receive people who came to identify themselves, while Wang Jiewang personally waited in Wuwu Village for the two young Taoist priests who returned to the Eight Immortals Taoist Temple. While waiting, they repeatedly read the reports sent by the Forensic Science Department and the Forensic Medical Department, and kept reading and discussing the confessions collected in the past few days, and then investigated and screened some of the worlds and conflicts mentioned in the confessions. A detective from the New Territories North looked at the rain outside the window and turned to ask Hugo: "Is Officer Yi still visiting in the rain?" "Yes, I have been personally leading the team to visit the villagers of Wuwu Village since last night, and I have been doing this until now." Hugo nodded. "We have asked the villagers two or three times, and we have exhausted them. How can we get anything out of them?" The detective stood up and hammered his waist. When he walked to the door of the wooden house, the wind and rain leaked in through the cracks of the door, which made him frown. It's raining so hard, and he's still running outside... "Officer Yi always has her reasons." Hugo recalled every disagreement when he worked with Yi Jiayi, and every time she made the right decision. Others often cannot understand her stubbornness and tenacity, as well as some unexpected flashes of inspiration, but... she seems to do it right often. "I hope the two surviving Taoists can understand why the Taoist temple was targeted and destroyed." Wang Jiewang walked to the middle of the wooden house, picked up the iron basin that was already full of water, poured the water into the toilet and then put it back in its place. The rainwater leaking from the roof continued to drip into the basin. The annoying heavy rain washed away everything at the fire scene and also blocked the steps of many detectives from going out of the house to investigate the case. Only the new female inspector took office and still shuttled in the heavy rain. There is only one easy way to go up the mountain to the Taoist temple, and there are trees on the side. Only if you are upset with yourself will you ignore the road and go up the mountain through the forest. The brown-haired murderer obviously went up the mountain and down the mountain. Wuwu Village is built on the roadside. Brown-Yellow Hair went back and forth, which means he appeared on the road outside Wuwu Village twice, and he may have even interacted with some villagers. How is it possible that no one has seen him? Jiayi has visited half of Wuwu Village since yesterday and heard a lot of stories about the Taoist temple, but he has not found the person who saw Brown-Yellow Hair on the day of the fire. After walking out of another villager's house, Qin Xiaolei immediately grabbed the umbrella and held it over Yi Jiayi's head.

Standing at the door of the villager's house, Jiayi looked at the road up the mountain. Under Qin Xiaolei's umbrella, she checked the notebook in her hand with the light from the villager's door.

She first visited the residents on both sides of the road, but now is the autumn harvest season, and many people are in the fields they have reclaimed on the hillside during the day, and are not at home.

Even those who are at home are busy in the kitchen at dinner time, and no one is idle on the hot road.

Jiayi has asked every man and woman in these people's homes, trying to find out whether anyone has seen the brown-haired man, but to no avail.

Continue to visit Wuwu Village?

But the residents on both sides of the road didn't see it, and it was even more difficult for those living on the inner side, not to mention that all the villagers had already been recorded several times by the detectives from Sanfu and the New Territories North.

Could she get the answer by asking again in person?

Putting away the notebook, Jiayi walked to the road with a frown, looking repeatedly at the burned Taoist temple at the end of one side of the road and the direction down the mountain at the other end.

"Eleventh sister, why don't we go back and rest first?" Liang Shule, who was standing behind, wiped the raindrops on his face blown by the wind and asked loudly.

Jiayi turned her head and was about to agree, but suddenly saw the door of a house on the side of the road was opened, and a woman ran over with an umbrella.

The detectives turned their heads, and the woman came closer and said enthusiastically: "Officer Yi, it's raining too hard, come in and sit down and warm up. I made some ginger tea, you guys can have some."

Jiayi did not refuse, and took Liang Shule and Qin Xiaolei into the woman's house.

The warmth spread, and the charcoal fire made the room very dry, and the damp and cold feeling on the body finally subsided a lot.

Everyone sat around the table, each holding a cup of ginger tea.

The woman sat down and chatted with them, talking about her family's affairs, and then about the Taoist temple, talking aimlessly.

Suddenly there was a noise from the small room at the back. The woman said embarrassedly, "It's my son, he's only 5 years old, not even old enough to go to primary school. He runs around all day. It's raining today, so he's trapped in the house to sleep."

The little handsome boy ran out of the back room, half asleep, with his shoes on the wrong feet.

He was pulled by his mother to sit at the table, and he took the ginger tea and drank it.

"Officer Yi, some newspapers say that the murderer is hard to catch. Is it possible that the murderer can't be caught? Oh... please make sure to catch him..." After settling her son down, the woman sighed and begged.

"We'll try our best." Jiayi's ginger tea was almost finished. She had been staring at the child since he ran out of the back room.

Seeing that the handsome boy had sobered up after drinking half a cup of ginger tea, she finally cleared her throat and asked with a smile: "Handsome boy, where were you playing the evening before yesterday?"

"The day before yesterday..." The handsome boy tried hard to recall.

"It was the day before the rain." Jiayi helped him recall.

"It was so hot that day, and I was playing with crickets in the shadows." The boy pointed outside the house. "

Is it right at the door?" Jiayi's eyes lit up.

"Not at the door, over there, on the left." The boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the side of the house. In the evening, there were shadows only on the side of the house, not at the front door.

"Then did you see someone going up the mountain to the Taoist temple, or going down the mountain and leaving?" Jiayi's voice was soft, and her eyes gradually lit up as she looked at the boy.

"I didn't see anyone going up the mountain, but there was a fierce uncle coming down the mountain, cursing as he walked." The child's childish voice sounded like the sound of nature at that moment.

Jiayi, Qin Xiaolei and Liang Shule looked at each other, and Liang Shule even held his breath.

"What color was that uncle's hair? Was it black?" Jiayi pretended to listen to the child's words with extra concentration, which made the child think carefully.

"It's not black." The child shook his head.

Jiayi immediately looked around, and then found the brown and yellow sleeves that the woman had placed on the kitchen table, and walked back to the child with a golden lemon, "Is that uncle's hair color like this?"

She shook the lemon in her left hand.

The child shook his head.

"Is it this color?" Jiayi shook the sleeve in her right hand again.

The child tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's this color."

Jiayi almost wanted to kiss the child hard, but was afraid of scaring him and his mother.

Then, Jiayi asked the woman for a piece of paper, wrote "brown hair" on it, and asked the child, "Is that uncle's hair short like this big uncle, or like this uncle?"

Liang Shule's hairstyle was somewhat similar to the murderer's, so Jiayi stretched out her hand to signal Liang Shule to smile and move closer to the child.

The child looked at Qin Xiaolei, who was sitting a little further away and looked fierce, and then looked at Liang Shule who was smiling at him, and nodded and said, "It's this uncle's hairstyle."

Jiayi nodded immediately, wrote "Hair style is the same as Liang Shule's" on the paper, and simply drew a few strokes on the paper to outline Liang Shule's hairstyle.

Then, she asked, "Do you remember the face shape of that uncle?"

"Rectangular." The child pointed to the clock at home.

Jiayi smiled and drew a rectangular face under the hairstyle.

"Are they thick eyebrows or sparse eyebrows?"

"That uncle has no eyebrows." The child recalled.

At that time, the setting sun was slanting, shining on the murderer's face. Under the strong light, the eyebrows were not very clear - this made sense.

Jiayi nodded and drew the sparse eyebrows.

Then, under Jiayi's guidance, the child described the frog's swollen triangular eyes, sausage mouth, fat nose like Fat Tiger, and other information.

Jiayi listened to the child's description and gradually drew the murderer's appearance on the paper. Although the drawing was very poor, it also had a general appearance.

Finally, Jiayi promised the boy that she would bring back a lot of candies as a reward. After thanking the boy's mother, the three detectives said goodbye in a hurry and walked back to the temporary command center through the rain.

On the way, Jiayi took out her mobile phone and called Mr. Huang to request a painter to help her draw the suspect's portrait.

Back at the command center, Jiayi walked in front of the whiteboard without saying a word, and pasted the portrait on it while writing a few lines:

[Leaving the Taoist temple with cursing]

[Evening: Most likely the last person to leave the Taoist temple] fits the profile of close hatred and strong anger.

[Information such as height and weight are consistent with the police profile] The child's original words were that he was as tall and thin as his father, and his father happened to be 170cm tall and weighed 130 pounds.

[Holding a cigarette in his hand] It is consistent with the profile of a smoking habit.

Afterwards, Jiayi and Wang Jiewang talked in detail about the whole process of finding the child, and Liang Shule also compiled a confession and handed it to Wang Jiewang.

"Confessions of the two young Taoist priests who survived." Wang Jiewang also took out two stacks of documents and handed them to Jiayi. "They left the temple on the morning of the fire. Up to that time, no one in the temple had any conflict with outsiders. The temple also had no economic conflict with anyone."

"Investigating along the lines of revenge and other motives, there are only two directions left. One is that the male and female who were staying there caused the disaster, and the other is that the conflict occurred in the afternoon and evening after the two surviving Taoist priests left." Jiayi stood straight beside the whiteboard and summarized the words neatly.

Wang Jiewang nodded.

"Please Sir Wang continue to check the social relations of the deceased male and female who are staying here. I have already arranged an appointment with an artist. I will treat this man as a suspect and publish a wanted notice in

the newspaper." "OK." Wang Jiewang responded and immediately assigned all his detectives.

Three hours later, the artist who came to the temporary command center re-sketched the murderer seen by the child based on Jiayi's description.

It was not until Jiayi repeatedly confirmed that the man in the sketch was almost the same as the man in the flow image that she thanked the artist, took the portrait, and drove back to the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit in the rain.

Before leaving work, Jiayi pressed a new profile and an exceptionally clear sketch on the desk of Sir Guo from the Public Relations Department.

Mr. Guo picked up the documents on the table and looked up at Yi Jiayi, who walked in wrapped in the cold and rain outside, with a damp ponytail and a shirt on her shoulders.

He straightened his back, took a deep breath, and said solemnly:

"Tomorrow morning, this article that profiles and calls on Hong Kong citizens to report and find the suspect will be published in most Hong Kong newspapers."

...

After leaving the public relations department, Jiayi called Brother Sanfu who was still busy in the small hospital, took ten copies of the suspect's portrait, and drove back to Formosa Fun Mountain with Liang Shule and Qin Xiaolei who helped to hold an umbrella to block the rain. In addition

to Wuwu Village, there are three or four small villages such as Wong Chuk Village and Lung Mei Village at the foot of Formosa Fun Mountain Country Park.

If the murderer has a car, it will be difficult to pinpoint his living area. But if he doesn't have a car, he could carry two barrels of gasoline up the mountain overnight, and his starting point is likely to be in the villages below the Eight Immortals Mountains.

Considering that he doesn't even have the money to light the eternal lamp, it is very likely that he doesn't have a car, so the murderer is likely to be a villager from Wong Chuk Village, Longwei Village, etc.

"We will take the portrait of the murderer and go to those villages one by one." Jiayi stepped on the accelerator, and after Qin Xiaolei and Liang Shule felt a strong push on their backs, the sedan Happy Prince rushed out of the police station and drove towards the Eight Immortals Mountains again.

"It's raining, Sister Eleven, be careful."

"OK~"

Happy Prince traveled through the streets of Hong Kong, moving like a thunderbolt, regardless of wind or rain.

Author's words:

[Small drama]

Keeping her promise, Jiayi brought a lot of candies when she returned to Wuwu Village.

After handing them over to the child's mother for safekeeping, Jiayi thanked the child again and left. Jiayi smiled and said, "Zaizi is really smart. We will definitely teach him well."

"I know. We will definitely send him to study hard, madam!" The woman was as happy as if she had won the first prize when she heard Jiayi's praise for Zaizai.

After sending the police officers to the door and watching them walk through the rain to another village, the woman still blushed and was reluctant to go back to the house.