Chapter 037 Cult Simulator
The communication problem has been solved, and now the headache is where the murderer has gone.
The benefits of Ye Cheng's previous raid on the archives were fully demonstrated. In front of Lin Muqing, Ji Xu sent the information on the USB flash drive to Wang Gu as if nothing had happened. Wang Gu selected the information that Ji Xu needed from the complicated information and sent it back.
The administration keeps detailed maps and traffic plans for each block, memorizes them in order, and then cleans up all traces.
Lin Muqing's moral standards were too high. He accidentally glanced at the beginning of the document, but Ji Xu inserted the important plans of the church on the first page. He politely turned around to water the flowers and plants and trim the branches.
Thanks to him, I don't have to worry about killing my flowers due to being too busy at work in the past half month.
The tree hole interrupted tremblingly: "But I feel like I'm dying..."
Ji Xu said perfunctorily: "Please hold on a little longer."
"You even remember to change the water for the orange tree in the elevator every day, but you treat me like this!" Shudong said in a very aggrieved voice, unbelievable, "Can't we develop a relationship other than that of a boss and a working plant?"
"Don't even think about it." Ji Xu said without hesitation, "The orange tree can't be controlled."
Shudong became even more angry: "..."
The point is not at all to replace that worker plant with an orange tree.
It is because it has been with its employer for so long that it should become closer! At least it should rise from an ordinary worker to an important partner!
When it was time for dinner, Lin Muching went to the corridor on his own initiative without closing the door. Ji Xu also followed his example and remained vigilant. Lin Muching lit a cigarette, and the smoke rose between his fingers. While he lowered his head to work, Ji Xu came to the bookshelf.
With one hand, he pulled out a book that was so familiar to him that he could pick it up with his eyes closed, bit off his glove, and pressed his fingertips on the scanner, which was as thin as a book page.
The bookshelf slid open noiselessly.
Wang Gu, who had been waiting inside for a long time, quickly put on a black robe and mask to cover his body, walked out, sat on the chair, pushed away the mask and ate as usual.
About half an hour later, Lin Muching walked in tiredly, the smell of smoke on his body had been blown away.
The believers who collected the meals pushed the food cart away, and Wang Gu was tidying up the desk. Before Ji Xu left, he finished reading all the documents that only the leader could handle, and he could handle the rest by himself.
The door closed and they were the only two left in the room.
Wang Gu gradually calmed down in the familiar work report. He kept adjusting his word choice and sentence punctuation in his mind, and said slowly in Ji Xu's normal speaking tone: "Director Lin, there is an air circulation device in the office. You can smoke anytime. I don't mind."
Lin Muqing declined. "Thank you, but it's not necessary. Smoking is just my way of relieving stress. I don't want to disturb your work."
After saying that, Lin Muching walked to a place not far from the desk. He picked up the pen again, and on the paper he wrote some fragmentary words that only he could understand. He could vaguely see messy words and arrows covering the paper. Lin Muching found the three words "left-handed" and drew a question mark behind them.
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Yu Xi has been following the case from some time ago. He promised Nie Zhuang that he would find the murderer.
For some people, their promises are often not made to the parties concerned, but to themselves. Therefore, Yu Xi paid special attention to Nie Zhuang's house. The next step he took into the street, he keenly realized that the iron gate next door, which had not been opened for a long time, had changed its position.
At first, Yu Xi thought that the wind had blown the house in disorder, but he dismissed this foolish guess the next second, as there had been no strong winds in Huzhong City in recent days. After changing his mind, he thought of the thief or the citizen who was exploring. The house was successfully unsealed after many days of investigation and evidence collection, but the owner had not returned. This shocking case of nearly wiping out the whole family often attracted passers-by to stop and take a look.
There was another optimistic idea, that is, Nie Zhuang was back. Yu Xi walked forward with a glimmer of hope. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Nie Zhuang, who had not been seen for many days in the yard. He was thin and lifeless. He was tilting his head and chatting in a low voice with a black-haired young man beside him.
Yu Xi felt vaguely familiar with the person next to him.
After searching through his memories, he still couldn't find the source of the strange feeling of déjà vu. He put it aside for the moment and opened the door. He just happened to hear the end of the conversation between Nie Zhuang and the young man, "...The left hand is very strong."
Yu Xi immediately understood what they were discussing when he heard it. For a moment, he didn't know whether to go in. But the young man suddenly turned his head, and the dark pupils behind his glasses looked straight at him. He invited him like a host, "Please come in."
Yu Xi slowly exhaled the air from his lungs and strode in.
As the distance shortened, the stranger's face became clearer. He wore thin-framed glasses, and the lenses, which seemed to have no prescription, revealed his emotions vividly. The ends of his hair were slightly neat, and it must have been trimmed no more than a month ago. The young man wore a habitual smile and spoke slowly, "Good afternoon, officer."
The strange sense of déjà vu became stronger.
He took out two unopened bottles of water from his pocket. In order to hold all kinds of things, the pockets of the Administration uniforms were designed to be very large. Yu Xi handed them to the two people and said, "Good afternoon. Just call me Yu Xi. I'm just here to help look after the house."
"You can call me Ji Xu. I hope my sudden visit didn't scare you."
Yu Xi shook his head and asked casually, "Have we met before?"
To be honest, the name Ji Xu seems like some kind of humorous pseudonym. He is about 184 cm tall and thin. His appearance is absolutely pleasing to the eye, but his presence is very low. It seems that he will melt into the shadows at any time. He is everywhere, but people are accustomed to him.
If he meets such a person, he will definitely be impressed.
Yu Xi was unwilling to take him to a suspect who might have been swept away before, not to mention that Ji Xu gave people a very peaceful feeling. The criminals he had seen who remained calm in the face of the police were often tainted with an overly cold aura. It was not that the criminals did not know how to disguise themselves. When a human being crosses the dividing line drawn by morality, the way of thinking will also deviate from that of ordinary people.
For example, when faced with a police officer stopping your car on the road, a normal person would think that there is something wrong with the license plate or that it is about to be requisitioned, while an abnormal person would subconsciously look behind him and worry about being attacked from both sides.
Ji Xu said bluntly: "We met once."
His frank words won Yu Xi a little favor, so he took the initiative to ask: "Is there anything I can help you with? I heard you were discussing the murderer's profile just now?"
"That's right." Ji Xu said. He didn't seem afraid to speak freely in front of a police officer from the Administration. His strong confidence and casual attitude made him very charming. No wonder Nie Zhuang trusted him. "You know, the room was not cleaned, and there were traces of fighting and blood splatter. The murderer's way of exerting force would easily allow professionals to tell that it was his left hand."
"It's similar to what was discussed in the bureau." Yu Xi made his judgment.
Ji Xu: "But due to my special situation, I found that his right hand is also dexterous."
"Are you left-handed?"
"No, I'm good at both." Ji Xu broached the subject lightly. He thought about it and provided evidence. "Nie Zhuang's left lung was injured. When the two were entangled in a fight, the murderer's first reaction of picking up a dinner knife was not deceiving. He stabbed the most convenient place with his right hand."
Yu Xi: "To be honest, we have considered this, but you don't know that the other bodies—" He suddenly stopped talking, sorted out his words, and apologized to the silent Nie Zhuang, "I'm sorry for calling your family members like this."
After pondering the wording for a long time, Yu Xi realized that no matter how he said it, it would hurt someone, so he simply omitted the demonstrative pronouns vaguely, "...In short, many serious injuries are on the right side, and the angle of the fatal injury is also the same. The murderer and the victim are mirror images. Only the left hand can leave such a mark, and the left hand of ordinary people is not often used and it is difficult to stab into the human body."
Killing someone is not like cutting tofu. Even a butcher knows to find the gaps to cut the beef. If ordinary people are not ruthless, the blade can easily get stuck in the bones. If the murderer deliberately switched to his left hand, which he does not often use, the autopsy results should not be like this.
Ji Xu didn't say much. "Maybe." He changed the subject and looked at Nie Zhuang. "I haven't eaten yet. I've finished watching the scene. Please accompany me to have lunch."
Nie Zhuang finally responded. He nodded slowly, and Yu Xi agreed to leave. The remaining two walked on the road. Ji Xu seemed to have been prepared and passed by one restaurant after another, occasionally stopping outside to observe for a few minutes, then leaving and detouring back to the first restaurant at the beginning, leading Nie Zhuang in and asking, "Are there any cubicles?"
The waiter made a gesture of invitation: "Please go upstairs."
Ji Xu was reminded of the first simulator, when he only had a bank card with 100 yuan in it, and he spent half of that money on a cup of coffee. He was filled with emotion and casually said to the waiter, "Do you have any coffee here? Just any kind will do."
The waiter was embarrassed: "Sorry, we don't sell beverages. Can you give us canned coffee? This is a residential area, and there are almost no customers who buy this when they go home to rest."
"You guys are going to be open late."
He asked the question in a straightforward tone, but the waiter didn't hear it and smiled and said, "No, we get off work around ten o'clock, and everyone has to go home to eat and rest."
When they got to the private room, Ji Xu ordered a few dishes. The waiter left. Nie Zhuang looked at him and thought that Ji Xu was really hungry. He didn't expect that he suddenly said, "The murderer must be a chef."
He carefully retained the word "should".
Nie Zhuang didn't hear it, but his eyes were filled with hatred, and he seemed to come alive, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and asked hurriedly: "Why? He works here? Who is he?"
The three questions were asked one after another to the point where murderous intent almost emerged. Ji Xu had no doubt that another murder would happen here that night when he nodded.
“It has nothing to do with this restaurant,” he said.
Ji Xu knew that Nie Zhuang was in no mood to sort out his thoughts. He was on the verge of an emotional outburst, so he raised his hand to pour him a glass of lemonade and pushed it to him, "Calm down. I don't want to see you interrupt me multiple times when I'm speaking. Emotions should be the sharp blade that gives you courage, not the string that controls you."
Looking into Ji Xu's dark and deep eyes behind the lenses, Nie Zhuang calmed down as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.
He licked his lips and wrapped his hands around the water cup, neither drinking nor refusing. He just used the free lemonade as an anchor to maintain his calm and listened to Ji Xu slowly describe the process of his discovery.
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