"It seems that Lao Ding and the others are right. The murderer is a young man. He can't be the culprit of the crime back then."
"Well." Yin Feng said, "Where are you?"
"I'm still in the bureau, and I'm going to leave for the bathing city soon."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"Let's talk about it later." Even though it was already noon.
You Mingxu remembered Ding Xiongwei's instructions in the morning, and an idea suddenly occurred to her. It happened to be the crime scene she saw yesterday. She and Xu Mengshan still had some doubts that were not resolved. So she said, “There’s a place I’d like to hear your opinion on.”
"Um."
You Mingxu described the bloodstains on the chair in the corner of the crime scene, far from the bed, and then said, "The victim was strangled to death, and blood was seen after death. But why was there only one drop of blood on the chair? Did the murderer touch the chair? He is so careful, why would he touch the chair? The victim was knocked unconscious when he entered the room, so it is impossible that he touched the chair during the fight in the bedroom?"
As a result, Yin Feng said without thinking: "Isn't this obvious? He moved a chair to sit next to the bed and talked to the victim. After the conversation, he killed the person and put the chair back to its original place - the drop of blood was accidentally stained."
You Mingxu was slightly stunned: "Talk? How do you know that the murderer talked to her?"
Yin Feng laughed and said, "Since the victim was subdued and knocked unconscious as soon as she entered the house, why did the murderer go to the trouble of tying her hands and feet? Because he later woke her up and communicated with her before killing her. He planned carefully, selected carefully, and controlled the overall situation. Now that the prey fell into his hands, this kind of mental torture is the climax! Most organized serial killers like this process."
You Mingxu said: "How do you know he must be sitting on the chair? He could also be sitting by the bed."
Yin Feng's voice was a little frivolous: "Sitting on the bed will easily get you stained with blood, while sitting in the chair opposite will give you a greater sense of control and confrontation."
Now You Mingxu was speechless, and had to admit that he was right. Although the police now have a clear investigative train of thought and have made important progress, You Mingxu always feels that something is missing, as if there is still a layer of fog between them and the murderer's intentions. So she said, "Where are you? I want to meet with you and talk about the case again."
He said, "Guess."
You Mingxu couldn't help but laugh: "Where is it?" There was a hint of anger in his voice that he didn't even realize, and Xu Mengshan next to him got goosebumps when he heard it.
Yin Feng said, "You guys are downstairs."
They were both silent for a few seconds, and she said nonchalantly, "See you later."
He chuckled, "See you later."
Yin Feng had long been a well-known figure in the bureau - everyone knew that he was You Mingxu's man, and he also occupied an investigator's position, so now, the policemen coming and going were no longer surprised to see him walking in at a leisurely pace.
It's just that he was wearing a thin black jacket and black trousers today, but he didn't have the stern and cold look of a criminal policeman. Instead, his skin looked fair and cool, and he exuded an air of nobility. But he happened to be holding a light green insulated lunch bucket in his hand, as if he was delivering food, so people passing by couldn't help but take a look at him.
Yin Feng walked into the meeting room where You Mingxu was, without looking around, holding his lunch box in one hand and putting the other hand in his trouser pocket.
In addition to You Mingxu, Xu Mengshan and several other key members were there. When they saw him coming, they all raised their heads. Apparently he had been waiting for a while.
Yin Feng sneered in his heart and thought: His wife uses him without any ambiguity. She didn't even know to meet with him first and ask him to feed her the chicken soup that the chef had cooked for eight hours.
He kept calm on his face and put the chicken soup aside. You Mingxu glanced at Xu Mengshan. Xu Mengshan thought to himself, why do you need me to ask for help when your husband is here? But he smiled and said, "Teacher Yin, sit down! Sister You said that you have also read the information of this case. It is quite special. We are currently planning to concentrate all our efforts on investigating several clues, and we also want to hear your opinion."
Seeing that all the seats around You Mingxu were occupied, Yin Feng looked like a big sister leading a group of brothers. She smiled, sat down at the table and asked them which lines of investigation they would start with.
Xu Mengshan explained them one by one.
Yin Feng asked again: "How much do you know about the murderer now?"
Several detectives exchanged glances, and You Mingxu said, "20-30 years old, 180cm tall, foot length 42-43, thin. He is very familiar with the surrounding environment, has careful plans, acts meticulously, and has a strong sense of anti-detection. We suspect that he hates women very much. Moreover, he completely imitated the case 19 years ago. We think he may have a certain connection with the case of that year. We have also arranged for people to find the police who were in charge back then and collect more detailed information."
Yin Feng nodded, looked at her and said, "That's why I came here - I want to see more detailed information from nineteen years ago and make a comparison. As for the murderer, I agree with Ash's point of view, but there are a few more things to remind you -
First, anyone who has some knowledge of criminal psychology will be able to find that this murderer is a very typical "organized" serial killer. This is the opposite of an 'unorganized' killer, which is what Ash was talking about - someone who plans carefully, acts meticulously, his crimes are very purposeful, and he knows how to satisfy himself. But I have a feeling that his behavior is too standard. ”
"Standard?" Xu Mengshan repeated.
Yin Feng replied: "Yes. From selecting the target, to tracking and observing, to making plans, carrying out the crime, and imitating the marking behavior 19 years ago and taking away the 'souvenirs', don't you think he did a very good job? Except for the back of the surveillance camera, there were almost no loopholes. This is almost a perfect crime. He did it very well, but I think he is still far from the style of a criminal master, after all, he did not show any innovation. But he can be regarded as having the spirit of a craftsman, no, it should be the spirit of an apprentice - meticulous, detailed and rigorous."
Several detectives looked at each other.
When You Mingxu heard Yin Feng's literary summary, he also looked up at him. In fact, she understood what he meant. Just like when he went to Huaicheng to check the girl in the black box, he also said that the murderer was a craftsman with a sense of the market. This turns out to be true.
And now, what do standards, perfection, completeness, apprenticeship spirit mean?
You Mingxu immediately asked: "Then what do you think his identity is?"
Yin Feng's eyes moved, and instantly carried some unclear meaning. Of course, the rough detectives didn't notice it, but You Mingxu thought: Why are you still flirting with me at this time? There is no moment of peace.
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