Jiayi was the last person to get off the bus. After closing the door, she turned back and leaned on the window to look for Fang Zhenyue's eyes in the light of the street lamp.
Fang Shazhan was already very tired. He put one arm on the edge of the window, held the steering wheel with his left hand, raised his eyebrows and asked her: "What's wrong? Do you want to say something?"
"Brother Yue, thank you." She had been running all day and her voice was hoarse and her eyes were fighting.
She took a step back and bowed to him.
"Ha, why do you have such a great courtesy?" Fang Zhenyue looked at her serious and solemn look and couldn't help but raise his lips and curl his eyes.
It turns out that a person's smile in a tired state can appear so lazy and gentle.
"Madam told me that the police originally didn't want to give out a bounty, because it's only natural for the police to catch the murderer. You helped me get it." Jiayi stood straight on the higher pedestrian road, speaking very seriously.
Originally, a rich second-generation like Fang Sir would not be able to understand what money means to a poor family.
Those unattainable dreams of buying a house, living in a big house, eating a good meal, and buying beautiful clothes are all within the reach of rich kids. Many rich people even think that others are ridiculous and pitiful because of these poor dreams.
But Fang Zhenyue didn't seem to be such a rich young man. This bonus that Jiayi herself didn't dare to dream of might be just a small amount of money in his eyes, but he didn't look down on it.
Brother Yue, a man who didn't take money seriously and gave her 5,000 yuan every month as a departmental food and beverage benefit.
He was running around for them, as if he knew exactly how important they were to the Yi family.
Thinking of this, Jiayi wanted to bow again.
The impulse to bow for money was really hard to contain.
Fang Zhenyue sighed uncomfortably. The usually carefree man hesitated for a moment before regretting,
"It's a pity that the team bonus for killing the robber king was not applied for. Jiayi, the leader's job is to help the agents think about things. If you think I'm doing the right thing, then in the future, I hope you can also be a sergeant like this."
"I will work hard. If I can really become a sergeant, I will definitely be like Fang Sir." Jiayi nodded sincerely, but she really couldn't treat everyone to a meal like him.
Although she hasn't become a sergeant yet, she has already quietly and pettily complained that he spoiled everyone.
Although she was the one who was spoiled, she was completely happy. But people's butts really determine their heads. She hasn't even become a sergeant yet, but she's already worried about something so far away.
Otherwise...if she really becomes a sergeant, she should treat everyone to Yi Ji once in a while. It can't be more extravagant! She's not that rich...
When Jiayi was seriously worrying about herself, Fang Zhenyue leaned back in the car seat, hiding his facial features, expression and complexion in the shadows, and then he coughed unnaturally.
Jiayi quickly came back to her senses, her face flushed with shame, she pursed her cheeks and said "thank you" again, and after a chuckle, she couldn't help but say from the bottom of her heart:
"I am so lucky to meet a leader like Brother Yue. Brother Yue is really the best leader in the world."
Fang Zhenyue's face and spirit were covered by the shadow. He waved his hands a little hastily, without a word, he turned the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, and hurried away.
Jiayi looked at the back of Fang Sir's car, smiled to herself for a while before turning around and turning into the Xinjia community.
The guard at the door was not sleeping soundly. He seriously asked Yi Jiayi which building she lived in and why she came home so late.
She took out her ID and explained it seriously before being let in.
Walking on the small stone road, I looked up from time to time through the gaps between the lush treetops on both sides to appreciate the dark blue sky and the hazy moonlight.
The road under my feet is so smooth, and the leaves on the hands are so lush and green. There is no smell of mold and dust in the air, only the fragrance of late-blooming osmanthus and the smell of grass that becomes particularly clear in the middle of the night.
After walking out of the walking path, I registered in the housekeeper's small book. When I took the elevator up, Jiayi suddenly became curious:
I wonder what it feels like to live in a villa?
There is a small yard. Can I plant big hydrangeas?
The yard is full of flowers. Jiajun is reading in the pavilion in the yard. Jiaru is wearing a dress and pruning the flowers and plants in the yard. The eldest brother has a 20-square-meter kitchen where you can dance and cook while listening to melodious music...
If they have a dog, she can sit in the yard to bask in the sun while the dog sits at her feet.
They can have a small BBQ on the balcony at home, have a party and invite all the agent friends to eat, drink and have fun, and have a birthday party for Jiaru in the yard.
How happy they should be...
With a silly smile, Jiayi opened the door and walked into the new home, and found that her eldest brother had left the lights on in the living room for her.
The warm light shone on her face, and the air could still smell the aroma of food from the banquets held before.
She walked in quietly. The new home was so spacious that she wouldn't bump into any furniture or clutter while walking. It was really hard to get used to it.
While washing up, she sniffed the fragrance of the laundry detergent in the room and the fragrance of the flowers in the living room.
Back in the bedroom, she closed the door and lay on the upper bunk of the newer and larger bunk bed, cocooned in the gauze curtain, sleeping like a pig.
Even though the room was dim, she could still feel the sweetness of being surrounded by pink.
She said that it was to fulfill Jia Ru's childhood dream, but in fact, she herself had always longed for a beautiful pink house.
It was the secret room of a little girl who didn't want to grow up, deep in her heart.
After crawling into the quilt and being wrapped in the soft and fluffy bedding, Jia Yi sighed softly.
Her tired body quickly dragged her into a deep sleep. Huh... Huh...
Unfortunately, there was no pink beautiful picture projected in the dream. All of it was the corpse sitting in front of her while she was trying to capture more information and repeatedly watching the flow image.
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The headlines of major newspapers of the new day all published photos of corpses sitting on a tram.
Some photographers really took out all their lifelong knowledge and used it beyond their level to take photos with a very cinematic feel: the thrilling feeling of a horror movie! It
really scared people walking on the road. When they met a tram passing by, they couldn't help but raise their heads with their hair standing up to see if there was anything strange, or they would dodge and dare not approach the tram.
Therefore, a strange scene appeared in Hong Kong today: no one was interested in the window seats on the second floor of the Dingdang bus. Even if they had to go to the second floor because of the crowd, they would only stand and never get close to the seat.
The bus company had to post a notice on the outer cover of the bus: This bus is not a corpse truck. The corpse truck has been collected and disinfected in all aspects. After that, a master will be invited to perform a ritual.
So whether it is now or in the future, citizens can rest assured to ride the bus.
The farce will always stop, but the case will continue.
Uncle Jiu stood in the middle of the office with his hands on his waist, staring at the words on the whiteboard.
Recently, his family members have been urging him to quit smoking. He was really tired of listening to it, so he really considered quitting.
He had a cigarette box in his pocket. He took it out and found it was full of chewing gum. His daughter had stuffed it in his pocket.
He took out a piece of gum and rubbed it in his hand until the wrapping paper was fluffy. His anxiety was still not gone.
When a smoker encounters a difficult case, he is like a monkey with a burnt butt. He is restless and hesitant.
Liu Jiaming was disturbed by Uncle Jiu's various anxious little movements and began to panic. He couldn't help but blurt out:
"Can we solve this case?"
"Slap him." Uncle Jiu slapped Liu Jiaming on the shoulder.
Jiaming immediately stood up very sensibly and went to burn incense in front of the Guan Gong statue without waiting for Uncle Jiu to speak.
Jia Yi and Fang Zhenyue's expressions were not very good either. They had received all the test reports and reports from the morning, but no one had come to report the missing person yet. The identity of the deceased could not be matched with the fingerprints and previous missing persons files.
The photos of the deceased in the newspapers were censored at the request of the police and the newspaper industry's concern about scaring readers.
If it was a close relative, they should be able to recognize the person from the clothes and rough outline. Even if it was not a relative, but a colleague, they should be able to recognize him. After all, this colleague did not go to work as usual today, and he looked very similar to the deceased in the censored photo in the newspaper. It can be inferred that it might be the same person.
But so far, no one has called to say that they are the family or relatives of the deceased, so we can only continue to wait.
"You press a button to get off the Dingdang car. It will only stop to pick up passengers when someone is waiting or waving. The time it stops at each station is not fixed." It is too random. On this entire line, any station could be possible.
"We have received two reports from people who claim to have seen the deceased. We can only move the time when the deceased boarded the bus to between 13:00 and 15:30. But we still cannot determine where the deceased boarded the bus." "
I took that bus in the morning and got off at every stop along the way. Then I asked shop owners, salesmen and mobile stalls near the waiting area. After a few hours, I didn't meet anyone who remembered the deceased. Only a man who sold chestnuts at a mobile stall said that he seemed to have seen the deceased on a double-decker bus, but he was not sure that he was right." Sanfu ran all morning, and the wind and problems along the way made him cough.
"..." Fang Zhenyue frowned, and his face was not good when he stared at the whiteboard.
Reasoning always needs to be based on existing clues. Given the current situation, asking them to solve the case is as difficult as asking them to build a castle in the air.
"I'll go take another ride on the Ding-Dang car this afternoon." Sanfu scratched his head.
"Brother Yue, do you want to ask Mr. Guo from the Public Relations Department to contact the newspaper to publish a missing person notice? For example, put a black line on the eyes of the dead body to make it clearer, and then issue a photo." Liu Jiaming looked at Fang Zhenyue.
"I'll go to the Forensic Department again." Fang Zhenyue threw the marker into the groove under the whiteboard, turned around and left.
"I'll go too." Jiayi followed immediately.
She knew where the deceased got on the bus, the Fuk Oi Village stop on the north of Prince Edward Road West Street, on the old road.
But she couldn't find evidence to prove that the deceased got on the bus there, so she could only keep this clue in her stomach. Seeing everyone anxious, knowing many things but not being able to say them, it's really suffocating.
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The detectives arrived at the forensic autopsy room, and it happened that Sir Xu was performing a second autopsy on the body.
This time, when she looked at the body again, Jiayi only saw images of the deceased about ten minutes before his death.
But the first time at the bus stop, she saw clearly longer.
It seems that the "fresher" the body is, the richer the information she can see, and the longer it lasts. Just like the more complete the body is, the clearer and more complete the effects she can see.
"The deceased drank a lot of white wine before he was injured, which also accelerated his death... Maybe it is also related to his cause of death." Xu Junhao saw Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi, and without saying hello, he went straight to the point and told them all the detailed information he had found out.
"Drunken fight." Fang Zhenyue frowned, turned to Liu Jiaming who followed him and said, "Call all the police stations and ask if there were any reports of drunken fights before the deceased got on the Dingdang car."
"Yes, sir." Liu Jiaming nodded and turned to leave the autopsy room.
"The incision is tilted from bottom to top." Sir Xu took out a film showing the wound and showed it to Fang Zhenyue and others.
Jiayi leaned over to take a look and understood what Sir Xu meant, and continued, "The murderer is shorter than the deceased."
"Yes." Xu Junhao looked at Jiayi approvingly and nodded, "Judging from the details such as the force and depth, the murderer should have held the knife with both hands and thrust forward with force. The tilt angle is also consistent with the simulation of this posture."
Xu Junhao then imitated the posture of a tall man holding the knife with one hand and thrusting the knife from bottom to top, and explained:
"If a tall strongman thrust the knife like this, the angle would be more inclined, because people hold the knife with the base of the thumb as the blade edge, the tilt angle would be larger, and the friction notches on both ends of the blade would be subtly different when inserted..."
Once he got to his expertise, Sir Xu couldn't help but talk endlessly.
Jiayi took the opportunity to take notes, recording the logic that [when Xu Sir mentioned drinking, Brother Yue immediately thought of the police report of drunken fighting as a possible clue], while recording Xu Sir's professional knowledge.
"So, considering that the deceased may not have been standing upright during the fight, the murderer is probably half a head to a head shorter than the deceased." Xu Sir finally concluded. "
From the depth of the wound, can we tell whether the murderer is a man or a woman, an adult male or a child?" Fang Zhenyue asked.
Sir Xu thought for a moment and said, "It's more likely that it was a woman. She doesn't have much strength, and even if she held the knife with both hands, the depth of the wound wouldn't be very deep. It's just that the wound was in a tricky position, and the excessive blood loss killed the deceased."
"Thank you."
"The forensic department also tested the stomach contents, and they were all normal food, nothing special was found. Some cotton wool and clothing lint were found under the fingernails of the deceased, but... we can't find the first crime scene and the suspect, so this is useless for the time being." Xu Junhao saw Fang Zhenyue's expression and couldn't help muttering in frustration.
He also wanted to help, but in this case, the information he could extract from his profession was very limited.
"It will be useful." Fang Zhenyue saw Xu Sir's frustration, and although he was still in a bad mood, he still spoke.
Xu Junhao raised the corner of his lips and breathed softly.
"Let's go to the forensic department to take a look." Fang Zhenyue patted Xu Junhao on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Xu Sir." Jiayi smiled at Xu Junhao and turned to follow Fang Zhenyue.
...
"We extracted the contents from the soles of the deceased's shoes one by one and tested them separately. If there is sand, we can determine which beach it is. But the existing test results are all mud, dust, garbage debris, etc. on ordinary roads, and there is nothing that can point to a certain location." Brother Da Guangming stood in front of the laboratory table, also very distressed.
"We also tested the nasal contents and other things sent by the Forensic Department." Diane shook her head at Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi.
"Thank you." Fang Zhenyue nodded, patted Jiayi on the shoulder, and motioned to go back.
On the way, everyone chose silence.
Everyone was thinking and recalling over and over again, trying to find a little inspiration in their minds, in order to break the deadlock instantly.
But until they sat in their chairs in the office of Team B, the agents were still silent.
It was almost lunchtime, and Fang Zhenyue led everyone to repeatedly explore possibilities, discuss the deceased's route, and speculate on all the things the deceased might have done before his death.
When Liu Jiaming came back, Fang Zhenyue immediately turned around and looked at him inquiringly.
The young man shook his head, "There were only reports of drunken fighting at night, not before the deceased got on the car."
Fang Zhenyue's face darkened instantly, and seeing that the detectives were also unhappy, he coughed lightly, tried to cheer up his mood, and said,
"Let's go, let's have a good meal first, and we'll talk again when we come back in the afternoon."
Everyone stood up one by one to respond to Fang Zhenyue's call. Jiayi touched her notebook, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Brother Yue, I still have some things to buy for my new home, and I want to buy some during the lunch break. You guys go and eat, don't worry about me."
"Do I need me to drive you?" Fang Zhenyue stood up, put his hands on the back of the chair, raised his eyebrows and asked Jiayi who was walking out.
"No, I'll take the Ding-Dang car." Jiayi said, her eyes scanned the whiteboard, and she smiled bitterly and muttered, "Ding-Dang car."
"Okay, be careful." Fang Zhenyue warned, and then led the group away.
Jiayi got on the Ding-Dang car opposite the police station, swaying through the streets and alleys, and then got off at Fuk Oi Estate.
After getting off the car, she looked up and saw the signboard and student trail of the International Primary School. After confirming more of the scenes she saw in the flow image, she took out a notebook, marked this station, and followed the flow image to the opposite direction of the deceased's memory.
Jiayi walked and looked down, thinking that if she found bloodstains, she might be able to confirm that it was shed by the deceased through DNA after collecting and testing, and then follow the blood to find the first crime scene.
But the idea is rich, and the reality is very skinny.
She walked along the way, her neck was bent sore, but she didn't see a drop of blood.
She didn't know whether it was washed by the drizzle or cleaned by the cleaning workers. There were only traces of rain and some mud, footprints, debris, etc. on the road.
She turned left, right, went straight down, turned and went up... She only saw a coin.
When she arrived at the downstairs of Building 6 of Fuk Oi Estate where the deceased escaped, Jiayi sighed helplessly.
Although there was a butler's desk downstairs, the uncle inside was staring at the small black and white TV behind the counter. Jiayi walked to the elevator and pressed the elevator. There was a beeping sound, but he didn't raise his head, probably because he was a little hard of hearing.
Going up the elevator, Jiayi stood in front of the door of Unit A on the 4th floor, squatted down and sniffed, but didn't smell any blood.
Maybe it was because the weather was getting colder, so the decay of the body slowed down.
Even though she could smell the rotten smell, she couldn't report it.
After all, she couldn't explain why she could find this place...
With a frown, Jiayi stood straight, her hands hanging at her sides and slightly clenched into fists.
She was unwilling to accept it. She knew there were two more bodies inside, but she couldn't break in.
She couldn't tell others that the corpse in the Doraemon was actually the murderer. He killed two people in this room, and he was also seriously injured in the fight. He died in the window seat on the second floor of the bus on the way to escape...
She closed her eyes, and the scene in the mind flow image appeared in her mind.
She seemed to be able to see the scene behind the iron door in front of her.
A simple banquet was placed on the crowded living room table. When preparing this table of dishes, the hostess probably didn't think that the distinguished guest would become an evil star and kill them.
Now the food has gone bad. The male host fell down on the table with the wooden chair after being stabbed in the vitals. The female host who stabbed the "corpse man in the Ding Dong car" also fell down beside her husband after being cut in the neck...
How can the detectives find such a hidden place?
It is late autumn in Hong Kong, and winter is coming soon. The doors and windows of the apartment here are tight. If the corpse inside decays slowly, if the stench does not come out. What if the deceased couple has no other family members and are both unemployed at home...
What if the social relationship between the "corpse man in the Ding Dong car" and the couple is very subtle, and they met by chance, and have no other common friends. Even if the identity of the corpse man is found, it cannot be linked to the couple...
Doesn't that mean that no one will ever find out that there are two corpses in this house?
Jiayi frowned, what should she do? What should she do?
...
The grandmother who lives in Unit B opposite heard the elevator ding in the kitchen to indicate that someone had arrived, and slowly walked to the door and looked through the cat's eyes to see if it was her daughter who came home.
But she didn't see her child. Instead, she saw a woman in white clothes with messy short hair, standing motionless in front of the door of Unit A, clenching her fists as if she was filled with hatred.
Just standing there...
Grandma felt her scalp tingling, and quickly retracted her head, staring at the cat's eyes and swallowing her saliva. Not daring to look again, she turned around and went to the kitchen, and pulled her old man in panic:
"There seems to be a strange person in front of the door of the house opposite. Come with me and take a look. Can you see her (it)?"
The old man was cleaning the belly of a fish, his hands were covered with blood, he was pushed to the door while complaining.
He looked through the cat's eye and exclaimed, "There's nothing!"
"Ah!" Grandma shrank her shoulders in fear.
Sure enough, no one else could see the woman in white, only she could see it. Could it be a ghost...
At this moment, the old man actually pushed the door open without knowing the consequences.
"Oh! Don't open the door!" Grandma couldn't stop him in time, she took a step back in fear and covered her eyes.
"There's nothing, look for yourself, old woman!" The old man pointed outside the door, it was empty and there was no one.
"Ah?" Grandma looked around, and sure enough, she didn't see anyone.
However, when she moved her eyes down, she saw a few drops of water on the dry ground in front of the opposite door.
Grandma shuddered and closed the door.