In the next morning, the SCI people who had finished their three-day vacation returned to the police station.
As soon as they entered the office, they saw Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang sitting in the conference room and laying a large number of documents on the table.
Gongsun's hands were inserted in the pockets of Bai Dawei, and he walked in and swayed and picked up a document and looked at it.
"The shooting case?"
Inadvertently picked up another one.
"What is the connection between these cases? "
Zhan Zhao shrugged.
"I can't say it, some are shootings, some are knives... But the dead are all small gangsters, and the time of death is also at midnight.
"That is to say, randomly choose the victim in a specific group of people..."
Gongsun shook his head.
"This kind of case will be mixed with many accidental victims, and it is difficult to clearly locate it."
"The night punisher before that..."
Zhan Zhao turned his face and asked Bai Yutang,
"Why is it qualitative for serial killings?"
"There is a certain law."
Bai Yutang looked at the old materials and said,
"Every day, the same block, at the same time... I don't want to connect them."
"It's a pity that time has dragged on for too long."
Zhan Zhao said,
"The current cases, the time is uncertain, the location is not fixed... It may be that the murderer has changed the way of committing crimes, and there may be no connection between them at the same time."
The document was put back on the table.
"There is no statutory case at all, and there is no way to check it."
"Gongsun."
Bai Yutang suddenly looked up at him.
"Why did you always wear a white coat when you dangling at the police station?"
Zhan Zhao listened and raised his head and said,
"Yeah, I have asked this question a long time ago."
Gongsun raised his glasses and looked at the two people.
He smiled a little strangely and whispered:
"When you dissect, don't you wear them?"
He said, he took out a slashing scalpel from his pocket.
"This way. I usually wear it, so I feel a very atmosphere."
After that, he turned and smiled.
"Cat."
Bai Yutang was silent for a while and turned his face to Zhao.
"In Chinese, explain to me what he said by the atmosphere."
Zhan Zhao shrugged his shoulders, and there seemed to be a flash in his head, but he couldn't catch it.
He was confused.
He saw the door of the office being pushed open. Bao Zheng walked in and took several documents in his hand.
The two exchanged their eyes tacitly - it seems that something happened.
Bao Zheng walked into the conference room and glanced at the documents on the table.
He frowned and said:
"There are cases."
After that, the documents on the handles were handed over to Bai Yutang.
At this time, other members of SCI also came in.
"Black Fish, Lao Hong, Zheng Pei..."
Bai Yutang glanced at the document.
"The boss of the Western District, the second child of the Eastern District, the boss of the Southern District... all kill people!"
Everyone is a little bit screaming and laughing.
"Is it true that this murderer is a crime, or is it a crime for the people?"
"The law of death is the same."
Zhan Zhao picked up a few photos and said,
"Look, the gun is on the wall...but it wasn't the nail that the policeman said yesterday, it's more like sticking on it."
"This murderer did not know how to kill three gangsters."
Bao Zheng's expression is grim.
"There have been very uneven places in recent times, not to fight for a seat, or to fight."
"But those gangsters will come to report the case, which is strange enough."
Ma Han smiled.
"Is this situation not half private?"
"Probably because of fear."
Zhan Zhao whispered,
"Whoever is afraid to become the next victim, and if the murderer can't catch it, even if he grabs the position of the boss, he will not sit still."
At this time, Lu Fang rushed in and said:
"There is another one."
"What?"
Everyone looked at him with horror.
"Wu Qiang, the boss of the North District, is also dead."
Lu Fangdao,
"Just received a report."
Bai Yutang put away the information and said,
"Is there no damage on the scene?"
"Should not."
"Go, let's go see."
Bai Yutang told the crowd to dispatch.
Zhan Zhao took the information while watching and followed everyone away, asking Bai Yutang who was walking around:
"The other three districts are killing the boss, only the Eastern District is the second child... Why?"
"Chen Chen, the boss of the Eastern District, is a woman."
Bai Yutang shut the car.
"That is, the murderer doesn't kill the woman."
Zhan Zhao nodded,
"A pretty gentleman."
Adjusting the angle of the rearview mirror, Bai Yutang suddenly slammed and turned and looked back.
"What's wrong?"
Putting down the information, Zhan Zhao also looked back in the direction he was looking at.
"What did you see?"
"One person..."
Bai Yutang frowned slightly.
"A flash has passed."
After that, he opened the door and got off.
Zhan Zhao was curious and got out of the car.
The two went to the depths of the parking lot.
At the end of a pillar at the end of the parking lot, Bai Yutang reached out and stopped Zhan Zhao.
He quickly turned the column and saw that there was no one behind the pillar, but there was a photo on the ground.
Bent to pick up the photo and see, both of them are stunned - the background of the photo is the street at night, two people standing on the street, all in white, it was the concert last night.
Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang, and the location is obviously the alley where the little punk was killed last night.
"Xiaobai?"
Zhan Zhao looked at Bai Yutang.
"Who did you see?"
Bai Yutang is a bit confusing.
"It's just a flash... Cat, can't you remember the strange person who hit the stadium outside last night?"
"Is he?"
Zhan Zhao was surprised.
"I'm not sure, but the shape of the dress is a bit like..."
Bai Yutang looked around and the interior of the parking lot was closed.
There was no place to hide.
"Cat, he just flashed behind the post... but It's gone now."
Zhan Zhao also looked around.
"Is it missing? The key is that this is the parking lot of the police station. There are guards and monitoring at the door. How did he come in?"
Shaking his head inexplicably, Bai Yutang took a photo and took a look.
"Is it mischief or something else?"
"Xiao Bai, there seems to be a word behind!"
Zhan Zhao reached out and turned over the photo... saw a few words written with a red marker behind the photo - the night punisher.
The two men opened their mouths and couldn't speak.
"Captain!"
The people in the distance have already got on the bus. Zhao Hu sneaked his head and shouted at the two people.
"What?"
The two looked at each other and Bai Yutang asked Zhan Zhao:
"What do you think?"
Zhan Zhao smiled slightly:
"Maybe someone made a joke with us, don't bother, go check the case first."
Nodded, Bai Yutang took the photo into his jacket pocket and walked back into the car with Zhan Zhao, and started the car to the location of the crime.
When the car was far away, from the crisscrossing metal pipes at the top of the parking lot, ahead was found, and a pair of eyes were widened, looking at the direction of the exit of the parking lot.
........................
The police car drove into the North District and stopped in front of a villa.
A woman with a noble temperament wore a black dress and walked out, followed by many people.
Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao got out of the car. The woman had already walked in front of them.
They nodded to the two and said hello.
She spoke first:
"My name is Qin Meng, and Wu Qiang who was killed is my husband."
"First take us to see the scene."
Bai Yutang nodded, indicating that Qin Meng led the way, everyone went upstairs together.
Wu Qiang died in the study on the second floor of his villa.
Like other victims, the man was sitting in
a chair with a gun in his head and a pistol on the wall behind him.
Gongsun walked over to Wu Qiang to do a simple autopsy.
"The time of death is probably from last night to today morning. The headshot, the shooting distance is very close, there is a burn around the skin... It should be a gun that keeps the head open."
Bai Yutang walked to the wall and looked at the pistol stuck to the wall.
He saw that the pistol was fixed to the wall with a transparent material like glass glue. The muzzle was facing down, almost 60 degrees to the ground.
Zhan Zhao stood on the desk of the deceased and stayed for a long time.
He turned back and asked Qin Meng:
"This desk lamp... does not match the style of the surrounding furniture."
Qin Meng looked at the lamp of Zhan Zhao's finger and nodded,
"This is not ours."
Bai Yutang turned back:
"You mean, the desk lamp is not originally there?"
Qin Meng affirmed,
"Yes! I am very concerned about the taste when I am fair. Plastic table lamps like this, he will not use dead."
Zhan Zhao stared at the lamp for a while, and took out the scene photos of several other cases and compared them.
Bai Chi got up with some curiosity. "There were also lights in previous cases."
"Yes!"
Zhan Zhao nodded and pointed the photo to Bai Chi.
"The styles are different, but they are all cheap goods... they are left behind by the murderer."
"Oh? Strange!"
Gongsun who was concentrating on the autopsy suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Zhan Zhao went to the public Gongsun and asked.
"Look!"
Gongsun pointed at the handcart where the deceased was hanging.
"His fingers are strange... The index finger is elongated and hooked, and the other four fingers are curled up and gripped like..."
"The posture of holding the gun."
Bai Yutang walked back, and then the words of Gongsun.
Everyone was silent, for a long time, Gongsun said:
"The fingers of the deceased are stiff and cannot be opened. If it is formed after death, it can be easily returned to its original state, so it is caused before death."
"That is, Wu Qiang is a gun that he opened himself?"
Qin Meng shook his head.
"It is impossible to commit suicide! He is most afraid of death, how can he commit suicide?!"
"It's not necessarily a suicide to hold a gun."
Zhan Zhao looked around the room and pointed at the curtains on the wall.
"When you come in, are the curtains opened or closed?"
Qin Meng said: "It is open."
"How thick is the curtain?"
Bai Yutang came to the window to see the situation outside.
"He usually finds people to talk about things here, so he needs thick curtains."
Qin Meng smiled.
"Wu Qiang is very courageous. The design of the room is very safe. I don't think anyone can sin." Ghostly sneaked in."
"Can everyone all quit first?"
Zhan Zhao suddenly said.
Some people did not understand the intention of Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang nodded to everyone, and turned to want to go outside, just listen to Zhan Zhao said:
"Xiao Bai, pull the curtains!"
Bai Yutang glimpsed a little, but he turned back and pulled the curtains.
Afterwards, everyone retreated to the door and listened to Zhan Zhao:
"Turn off all the lights!"
Ma Han and Zhao Hu turned off the lights in the corridor and the study.
Immediately, the surroundings immediately darkened, almost in the study. It is already dark.
Zhan Zhao reached out and put the plug of the desk lamp into the socket at the desk, and then reached out and turned on the desk lamp...
As a beam of yellow light came out, everyone involuntarily gave an exclamation, and the beam of the lamp was on the opposite wall, forming a yellow aperture. The most strange thing is that Wu Qiang's body, because of the relationship between angle and light, formed a humanoid shadow on the wall.
The shadow formed by his hand on his side, just holding the one stuck to the wall.
The gun... even the fingers, just pressed the trigger.
After a long silence, Qin Meng suddenly laughed:
"It is ridiculous, it is the shadow of my husband, killing himself!"
..............................
Bai Jintang sat in the office and looked at several business reports. The "bang" slammed into the twins.
Hey the temple, Bai Jintang helpless,
"How about knocking on the door before you come in?"
The expression on the faces of the twins is not as narrow as the past, but a rare seriousness:
"Big brother, come."
"What is it?"
Bai Jintang was told by them.
"I received the news today."
Xiao Ding said eagerly,
"Eu Jin entered the country last night."
Bai Jintang had some accidents and put down the documents on his hands.
"What is Eugene doing here?"
"Boss, do you want to..."
"Wait a minute."
Bai Jintang waved his hand and smiled.
"Not necessarily related to us, don't care about him!"