When Team B arrived at Changren Community on Portland Street, many neighbors were looking around the building, trying to figure out who had been hit.

The cordon had to be extended outwards to stop the nosy citizens and the media reporters.

Fang Zhenyue led the team and rushed over. After showing their IDs, the uniformed police saluted and let them go.

Forensic officer Xu Junhao came along in a car, bringing the doctors from the forensic department and following with their boxes.

They waited for the elevator, and two laboratory technicians from the forensic department happened to walk out.

Jiayi couldn't help wondering, "Why did you come out?"

Ajie smiled and said, "Sister Jiayi, Brother Daguangming judged that the murderer was wearing rubber gloves. We didn't find the gloves at the crime scene, so we came out to try our luck and see if there is any old garbage from this morning in the trash can at the entrance of the building."

"I'm afraid it was taken away a long time ago." Jiayi turned her head and took a look, not optimistic.

After thinking for a while, she added, "You should call me Jiayi or Eleven."

Ajie smiled, nodded, and said hello to the other detectives of Team B, and then went to the door to continue working.

Since the Baojin Bank robbery, everyone in the police station has become subtle in their attitude towards Jiayi.

Most people carefully show respect, and no longer call her "Eleven" or "Jiayi", but now call her "Sister Jiayi". Or maybe they would just nod and say hello when they passed each other in the past, but now they would stand at attention and salute politely, saying "Officer Yi, good morning." "Officer Yi, good afternoon."

Jiayi noticed this change, and she felt happy and glad to be respected, but she was a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Going up the elevator, when they arrived, they saw the busy laboratory technicians in the Forensic Department, all of them had solemn faces and serious eyes.

When Da Guangming saw Fang Zhenyue and his group, he wiped the sweat with his sleeves and sighed, "I have never seen such a weird crime scene."

"Why?" Fang Zhenyue raised his eyebrows. Every time Da Guangming said it was the weirdest crime scene, what was the "most" this time?

"The person who found the deceased was the duty manager of the Daliyuan Nightclub, who called herself Sister Yun. She has been taken to the police car downstairs and is being guarded by uniformed police. You can go downstairs and judge the case yourself later.

" "In the past, crime scenes were always messy and full of clues and traces, but this time it was so clean that I felt I had dirty the floor even when I walked in with shoe covers on." Brother Daguangming led everyone into the bright and clean unit 208. "

The deceased was really a very clean person. She was obviously a beautiful girl with long hair, but she didn't even have a single haircut indoors. How could she be so free that she kept it clean every day?" Brother Daguangming couldn't help complaining, "I don't even know how to collect evidence. In the past, I often brought back some useless garbage and did a lot of meaningless tests in vain. Now I don’t know what to collect."

Jiayi put on shoe covers, gloves and a hat, walked into the crime scene and saw that it was just as Brother Da Guangming said.

"There are no men's shoes at the door, and no traces of men in the living room." Jiayi walked to the bathroom again, "A toothbrush and a set of toiletries, it should be a single female."

"Yes, hey, Eleven has made great progress, and has completely advanced to a detective. "Because Brother Da Guangming's forensic department arrived first, they already had a preliminary understanding of the deceased's condition, which was indeed consistent with what Jiayi said.

Fang Zhenyue paused slightly when passing by the fitting mirror at the door. There was a faint trace of a square frame above the mirror. He leaned over and blew on the mirror, and immediately a clear square emerged:

"There is a square area here with no dust or oil deposits... There should have been a photo inserted before."

"Yes." Brother Da Guangming nodded immediately, "We dug out the torn photo fragments from the trash can next to us. Diane has collected them and will restore them immediately after returning to the police station."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"There were two cups on the table before, both of which were printed with lipstick. We have collected them, and we will do a test on the lipstick marks when we go back." Brother Da Guangming continued.

"One of them may belong to the murderer. "Liu Jiaming nodded, "The victim took the initiative to open the door for the murderer and offered him water. It can basically be determined that the crime was committed by an acquaintance."

"There is a long brown-red hair on the sofa that does not belong to the deceased, but it may also belong to the murderer." Brother Da Guangming introduced to the detectives as he walked:

"The tables and chairs in the house are neatly arranged, and there are no signs of a fight.

"The dagger used to kill the victim was thrown into the trash can at the end of the bed. There were only the deceased's own fingerprints on it. Obviously, the murderer took this fruit knife directly from the kitchen and used it as a weapon."

"There are two possibilities. One is that he did not intend to kill anyone when he came, so he did not bring a weapon. When he committed the crime in the heat of the moment, he used the weapon from the victim's home and threw it at the scene in a panic." Jiayi stood at the door and answered with a frown.

"Another possibility is that she was very familiar with the victim and knew that she had such a handy dagger at home, so she didn't bring her own weapon. Moreover, using the victim's things as weapons directly can also help the murderer hide his identity. Is that right?" Sanfu said. "

Yes, I tend to believe what you said, because although the murderer used the fruit knife from the victim's home as a weapon, she wore rubber gloves and took them away when she left. She may have come prepared, with the idea of ​​killing the victim, and she was fully prepared in advance." Jiayi added.

Sanfu nodded and turned to look at Fang Zhenyue. Seeing that Brother Yue had a calm expression when listening to them, he knew that the other party agreed with their speculation.

"When there are guests at home in the middle of the night, they can still pour water to entertain them normally, which is consistent with the fact that the deceased is a female night worker." Uncle Jiu stood at the door of the bedroom and asked with a frown.

"Yes." Brother Da Guangming found a drawer of condoms in the bedside cabinet.

"Sanfu, you and Gary go knock on the door of the neighbors and the old housekeeper downstairs to see if they heard or saw anything last night and this morning." Fang Zhenyue ordered.

"Yes, sir." Sanfu and the other two took the order and left.

"The body is in the bedroom." Brother Da Guangming stood at the door frame of the bedroom and nodded to Fang Zhenyue and Xu Junhao.

The detective and the forensic doctor walked into the bedroom one after another. Jiayi stood by the door and saw the naked body of the woman lying flat on the bed.

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In the old buildings along Portland Street, each unit is very small. Even if you rent a whole house, the living room and bedroom are crowded. If there are multiple people living in the same house, they have to move around, which is very awkward.

The power supply was not very stable in those days. Whenever a typhoon hit, some communities would lose power.

Fortunately, everyone had experience with typhoons, and most homes always have candles, flashlights and other items ready for emergency use.

But because Zhao Meini was a night worker, she would always get home in the early morning after work. She could find her way home in the dark and was familiar with everything in the house. If she found that there was no electricity, she would just go to sleep. So she didn't bother to prepare candles and other items.

But today was a little special. Zhao Meini was about to go to bed when someone knocked on the door.

After hearing the voice outside, Zhao Meini opened the door without hesitation.

The other party walked in and saw that the room was dark. He was not surprised, but just muttered in a low voice: "Is the power out again?"

"Yes. What brings you here? Are you willing to talk to us?" Zhao Meini went to the kitchen in the dark and poured a glass of water on the small tea table.

The ceiling of the small house is very low, and it is crowded and narrow. Without a lighting technician, it looks like a square box.

The guest threw away the bra, snacks and other sundries on the sofa, cleared a space and sat down casually. He said vaguely: "You are always angry recently. What's the matter?"

After saying that, she picked up the water cup. The dim moonlight came in through the window, and the dark silhouette of the guest could be seen. She did not drink any water, but only touched her lips to the cup.

"Why do you blame me for losing my temper? Of course I have a reason to be unhappy." Zhao Meini snorted and stood by the sofa with her arms folded. The silhouette was blurry, but it was vaguely visible that the woman had a good figure.

The guest saw her pacing in the aisle and stood up as well.

The two chatted casually in a low voice. Just as Zhao Meini turned her back to the guest, the guest suddenly reached out and took out something from the small grid embedded in the wall, and hit Zhao Meini hard on the back of the head.

The guest seemed to have practiced this blow many times, with great force and good accuracy.

The next moment, the hostess fell to the ground with a thud.

The guest breathed a sigh of relief, then paced around Zhao Meini's house very skillfully, then took out the tools she had prepared in advance from her backpack, put on rubber gloves, wiped the fingerprints on the blunt tool in her hand, and put it back far away.

Then she turned into the bedroom, and with the very dim moonlight, she cleaned the bedroom in the dark, folded the quilt for the deceased and made the bed, then returned to the living room and bent down to hold the body.

The guest was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and the silhouette showed that the muscles in her arms and thighs were very strong.

She was very strong, and she bent down and lifted the fallen woman from the ground. As she walked, there was a slight metal collision sound, clacking, clacking, which seemed to be the sound of a key chain.

When turning into the bedroom, the murderer even turned slightly sideways very skillfully to help Zhao Meini, who was in his arms, avoid a small round stool placed at the door of the bedroom.

After arriving at the bedroom, the guest took off the clothes of the deceased and placed the naked victim neatly in the middle of the bed, making her lie straight.

After doing all this, she walked into the kitchen in the dark as if she was walking in her own home without any bumps. She

went straight to the kitchen table and took out the fruit knife. After turning back, she sat on the victim's waist, drew a stroke between the victim's breasts with her left hand, then held the knife with both hands, raised it high, and dropped it with force, accurately stabbing it into the center of the victim's chest.

When seeing this flow image, Jiayi's breathing became rapid unconsciously.

In the dark environment, a blurry figure whose face could not be seen clearly raised the knife high and stabbed the defenseless human with great force. The impact was too great.

Even the detective who had experienced many cases, even killed gangsters and did psychological counseling, still felt his heartbeat speed up and his hands were cold.

Gritting his teeth, Jiayi tried to focus on the flow image.

No matter how scared she was, she had to watch it to the end and see it clearly.

After the murderer stabbed once, he was not done. She pulled it out again, and stabbed the same wound a second time, a third time... until the sixth time, he pulled out the fruit knife and threw it into the trash can at the end of the bed.

After getting up, the murderer only rested for a few breaths, then sat on the bed and calmly folded the clothes and placed them next to the body.

It was as if what she did was not something extremely terrible, but just folding clothes and doing housework.

Jiayi couldn't see her face clearly, and couldn't help wondering if the murderer's expression was as calm as his movements.

After doing all this, the murderer's work for the day was not over yet.

In the following time, she not only wiped off the blood and her fingerprints on the ground, but also mopped the floor for the victim and tidied the house.

In the darkness, the silhouette was busy, as if there was no lag in working in the sun, and the speed was very fast, as if she had been doing this kind of work for decades, and could handle everything neatly and quickly with her eyes closed.

After finishing everything, the murderer stood in the dark room and took a deep breath, as if she was smelling the freshness of the air after tidying up.

Then, she took out some things from her bag.

Jiayi focused all her attention on it, and then she saw that the murderer seemed to have taken out a few thin threads... or hair, and scattered them on the sofa, bathroom and bedside crevices.

After turning back, she took out an earring and threw it on the ground, tapping it with her toes to make it roll naturally under the sofa.

Finally, she removed a square of paper from the mirror, tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can beside it. She also took down the small bottle on the small shelf opposite the main door and threw it into the trash can in the bathroom.

It stopped raining outside the window at some point, and there was a low-frequency rumbling sound at some point.

The night was no longer so dark, and it would soon be dawn.

Jiayi kept hoping that the murderer would wait until dawn so that she could see the murderer's face.

But things did not go as planned. The murderer stood at the door of the bathroom, paused for about a minute, looked at the body lying in the bedroom, then walked through the small living room, reached out and twisted a jar on the small shelf beside the door, changed his shoes and left.

At the end of this flow image, the murderer stood in the corridor outside the same dark door, locked the door and kept twisting it to make sure it was locked.

Jiayi, who was watching this scene, listened to the sound of the murderer twisting the door handle, and counted silently:

"One, two... six."