Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 37 True empathy

Chapter 37 True empathy
Municipal Bureau.

"The deceased was a woman, aged between twenty-six and twenty-nine. Her eyes had been gouged out and her hands had been cut off; neither was found at the dumping site. Her face was severely damaged, so the degree of decomposition was higher than that of other parts of her body."

Yan Cheng said, "According to the autopsy results, all of the above injuries were sustained before death. The deceased was cruelly abused before his death. There are signs of abuse on his wrists and ankles. The cause of death is hemorrhagic shock. The time of death is more than a week ago, but the exact time still needs to wait for the test results. We initially suspect that the murder weapon was very sharp; I think it was a scalpel."

"Judging from the wrist section, the killer must have had very advanced anatomical knowledge,"

"Because the face is highly decomposed, it is impossible to match the information in the system using facial features. The portrait artist is currently performing skull reconstruction, but there is no matching DNA information in the system. No identification information has been found at the body disposal site, so the identity of the deceased has not yet been determined."

"We haven't received any missing persons cases in the past week."

"We've checked all the available surveillance footage in the old town, but there are no results yet. The body disposal site is very clean, and there's no physical evidence at the moment."

"The police officers at the local police station are interviewing residents in the surrounding area."

Zhuang Yanzheng was silent for a while: "There are many people doing business and running shops in the old town. Many of them install their own surveillance cameras, so check them all."

"Yes."

"Since you have such advanced anatomical knowledge, should we check with the hospital?"

"Let's do a screening first," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "Don't limit yourself to hospitals. There are plenty of people who have studied medicine but haven't worked in hospitals. Besides, you can buy your own scalpels."

"it is good."

“Similar murders occurred in Los Angeles three years ago and in Xiancheng a year ago. There were two cases in Los Angeles, five months apart. Both involved victims whose hands were cut off, eyes gouged out, and faces slashed. They were tortured to death before their deaths.” Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the files he had retrieved.

Yan Cheng said, "I've reviewed the autopsy reports from the forensic doctors in Luo City and Xiancheng, as well as the photos taken at the time. Judging from the cut surfaces, I'm inclined to believe it's the same killer. It's just that the killer's methods are more sophisticated now than before."

“From the perspective of this kind of cruelty and murder, I also tend to think it’s the same killer. The higher-ups have suggested that we combine the cases for investigation,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Everyone nodded.

Zhuang Yanzheng projected the photos onto the screen: "These are the victims of three cases. The missing parts have not yet been found."

They were all girls.

Twenty-three years old, twenty-seven years old, thirty-two years old.

The professions include teachers, models, and recent graduates looking for jobs.

Some are single, and some are married.

At first glance, they don't seem to have anything in common.

After a while, the newly arrived trainee police officer raised his hand.

It's a girl.

There are quite a few female police officers in the municipal bureau.

However, there were no female officers in the criminal investigation field team.

It happened before, but it stopped happening afterward.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her; she had only been there for a week and her name was Chu Xingrou.

"explain."

“They are all so beautiful,” Chu Xingrou said.

"Is this considered a common point? There are many beautiful people, so why these three in particular?" Qi Feng asked.

"No, look, don't you think their eyes look alike?" Chu Xingrou said.

Zhuang Yanzheng took a closer look.

Judging solely from the shape of their eyes, they don't look alike.

But after she said that, it did give people a sense of similarity.

It's similar to Shen Yun.

The photo is still.

If it were a real person, it would look even more like them in motion.

"They really do look somewhat alike," Qi Feng said. "Did the murderer dislike people with eyes like that? And the hands? Do they look similar too?"

The severed hand has not been found to this day.

The victim's photos did not include close-ups of her hands, making it difficult to draw conclusions.

"Yan Cheng, Qi Feng, take a few men and come with me to the site where the body was dumped to take another look," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"it is good."

Su Miaoyi stayed another night in the old town area.

the next day.

Cheng Yong and Ge Yu still did not set up their stall.

I'll stay home and watch over her.

They were afraid she might sleepwalk or commit suicide again.

Since no one went out.

Su Miaoyi suggested doing a thorough house cleaning.

So I've already had breakfast.

The three of them started cleaning the house.

Around nine o'clock, Su Miaoyi was wiping the kitchen door.

Suddenly there were three knocks on the door.

Su Miaoyi subconsciously turned her head to look at the doorway.

But what they saw wasn't their own door. Instead, it was a black iron door in the picture.

She must have just come back from outside; she was taking off her bag and high heels.

Hearing the knock, she turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

"Delivery," the man outside said.

"You can leave it outside."

"The package is damaged and we need you to check it in person. Thank you for your help."

"Okay, please wait a moment." She hung up her bag, changed into slippers, and opened the door.

There is no peephole or video doorbell on the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a man wearing a hat and a mask standing outside.

His hat brim was pulled down so low that his eyes were completely hidden.

She was startled and subconsciously wanted to close the door.

The man's hand pressed against the door. He moved quickly, covering her mouth before she could scream, pushing her into the room and closing the door.

She smelled a strange odor on his hands.

Then everything went black, and I was plunged into darkness.

After darkness, the scene reappears.

She was sitting on the bathroom floor with her hands and feet tied.

Her mouth was also completely stuffed, so tightly that she felt a sharp pain in her jaw.

It was blocked and then bound by a strip of cloth.

She was completely unable to speak, and could only make a few sounds.

The man took out a scalpel in front of her.

She watched as the scalpel approached her face.

Before she could react, she first felt a chill, then pain, and then the sensation of fluid flowing down her throat.

She suddenly shouted.

But all the sounds were stuck in my throat.

She could only make whimpering sounds.

The knife in the man's hand fell again and again.

He kept cutting open the skin on his face.

It hurts so much.

She just felt a lot of pain.

Blood dripped onto the clothes, quickly staining them red.

Tears streamed into my eyes, blurring everything.

She wanted to beg for mercy.

But the man seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to drop the knife.

Cut after cut, she didn't know how much time had passed, but when the pain was so intense that she was almost losing consciousness, she felt the restraints on her hands being released.

She leaned against the wall.

In her blurred vision and consciousness, she saw the man gently stroking her hand.

Touch it little by little.

Then the scalpel pierced the wrist, cutting half a circle along the wrist, against the bone seam.

A tremendous pain struck.

Su Miaoyi's legs suddenly went weak, and she instinctively grabbed the door with her hand.

She looked around at everything that was familiar.

Outside the door, Cheng Yong was speaking.

The neighbor comes to borrow something.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes.

Su Miaoyi looked at the rag in her hand and gripped the door with her other hand.

The familiar surroundings offered her some comfort.