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

Chapter 60 Psychological Trauma
Hearing Su Miaoyi's words, the group exchanged glances.

Qi Feng is still unaware of Su Miaoyi's "special abilities," and Chu Xingrou is even less aware of them.

Through their interactions, Qi Feng realized that Su Miaoyi was very capable, with excellent investigative skills and fighting abilities.

But I always feel that their conversations sometimes seem a bit strange.

They always suddenly say some inexplicable and nonsensical things.

For example, right now, isn't there an autopsy? Why are they suddenly talking about the factory?

Chu Xingrou squatted in the corner and asked, "Is the factory very large? Is there anything around here?"

Several people looked at her.

Chu Xingrou's face turned deathly pale.

Zhuang Yanzheng had just told her to go outside and rest for a while, but she insisted on staying here.

Su Miaoyi thought for a moment: "When you shout, there is an echo. It's very dark inside, with only moonlight coming in through the window."

She paused for a moment, recalling everything she had seen.

The victim was terrified at the time, and shared both perspective and emotions.

So even though I saw my surroundings, I didn't think about it.

Su Miaoyi recalled the surrounding darkness, and there was something in the darkness. After a while, she said, "It's a lumber mill. There's a lot of timber around. It must have been abandoned for a long time. There's a strong smell of dust."

"A lumber mill?" Chu Xingrou thought for a moment, then took out her phone and opened the map.

The phone screen isn't very big, and when you open the map, it's covered with a dense array of markers of various colors.

After manually zooming in, the markings also became more dispersed.

She walked over to Su Miaoyi and showed them the map.

The group of people were somewhat taken aback.

"This place, and this place, and this place." Chu Xingrou zoomed in and out of the map, and turned it around.

It's obvious that they are very familiar with the locations of these places, as they found these three locations very quickly.

“They’re all abandoned lumber mills, and there’s no one living around,” Chu Xingrou said.

Just then, Zhuang Yanzheng received a phone call.

The deceased's parents arrived.

The deceased's information was confirmed quickly, and their family was contacted immediately afterward.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Yan Cheng: "I'll go see the deceased's family first. You stay here."

He looked at the corpse on the autopsy table as he spoke.

In this situation, no matter how hard Yan Cheng tries, the deceased's parents will not be able to accept it.

"Go ahead," Yan Cheng said. "I'll take pictures of the wound and try my best."

Chu Xingrou and Qi Feng left with Zhuang Yanzheng.

Su Miaoyi first went to look at the mascot costume on the ground, and then followed them out.

"Qi Feng, you and Chu Xingrou take your men and go check out those three factories," Zhuang Yanzheng said as he walked toward the office building.

"Okay," they both replied in unison.

Zhuang Yanzheng turned back and glanced at Chu Xingrou again.

Chu Xingrou immediately said, "I'm fine, I'm all better now, I don't want to throw up anymore."

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded and said nothing more.

Qi Feng and Chu Xingrou jogged away.

Su Miaoyi stepped forward and walked to Zhuang Yanzheng's side: "The murderer was wearing a mascot costume, a bear, just like the one on the victim's body, so we didn't see his face, we only heard his voice. He was male, and seemed quite young, between twenty-five and thirty years old. In terms of height, including the bear mascot's head, he looked to be about 1.85 meters tall, of medium build."

"Could it be the mascot costume worn by the deceased?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I don’t think so.” Su Miaoyi followed him quickly. “There’s a lot of dust in the factory, and the murderer’s mascot costume is very dirty. I just came out and looked at the mascot costume in the autopsy room. Apart from the blood and dirt on its back, there was no dust.”

The dirt came from the landfill.

“The deceased was terrified and kept begging not to be killed. He said his family was very wealthy and he could give the murderer money as long as he wasn't killed,” Su Miaoyi said. “The murderer replied, ‘Does money mean you can do whatever you want? Money isn't everything, and at the very least, it can't buy your life.’”

Su Miaoyi repeated the sentence to Zhuang Yanzheng word for word, even imitating the tone and the emphasis of each word.

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned, paused for two seconds, and then asked, "What are your thoughts on that statement?"

“It feels like the deceased bought their life with money.” Su Miaoyi looked at Zhuang Yanzheng. Zhuang Yanzheng nodded: “I’ll go see the deceased’s family first. You go sit in the studio for a while.”

"it is good."

The two entered the office building together.

Zhuang Yanzheng went to the reception room.

Su Miaoyi went to the art studio.

Lu Zhishen sat on the sofa, drawing something on a drawing board.

Su Miaoyi didn't go to look, but sat down opposite him: "I feel like you have a lot of work to do. Every time I come here, you're drawing something."

Lu Zhishen nestled on the sofa.

My hair has grown a bit long, so I tied it up at the back, and the stray hairs in front of my forehead are now above my eyes.

He turned the drawing board directly to Su Miaoyi to see.

Su Miaoyi took a look.

It's completely different from his usual style.

It has the shape of a human face, but no facial features.

Or rather, her facial features were so distorted that she couldn't see them at all.

Lu Zhishen's hands are usually very steady.

But in this painting, she could sense that his hand seemed to be trembling.

Moreover, many places are messy and disorganized.

Lu Zhishen turned the painting back to himself.

"I've been trying to draw for over ten years, but I still can't capture it." Lu Zhishen nestled in the sofa and sighed softly.

Su Miaoyi looked up at him.

In that instant, she sensed that beneath Lu Zhishen's calm and indifferent exterior lay a deep wound.

"I saw the murderer who killed my parents, but after being unconscious for a day and a night, I couldn't remember his face at all." Lu Zhishen's voice was indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

It's like I've collapsed too many times, and now I don't have the energy for any ups and downs anymore.

It was a very serious psychological trauma.

More than ten years.

At that time, Lu Zhishen was only a teenager.

That's why Lu Zhishen was so eager to know how she solved the case.

He even asked her if she could see anything in him.

"Have you seen a psychologist?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Lu Zhishen nodded: "I've been watching."

"Have you tried hypnosis?" Su Miaoyi asked again.

“I tried it, but it didn’t work,” Lu Zhishen said. “Moreover, the hypnosis process was not pleasant, so the doctor advised me against trying it.”

Su Miaoyi nodded: "It is indeed very uncomfortable."

"Hmm?" Lu Zhishen looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You've tried it?"

Su Miaoyi met his gaze, realized what she had just said, and was also puzzled for a moment: "No."

She started rambling again.

The two were silent for a moment.

Not long after, the siren of an ambulance blared outside.

Lu Zhishen looked out the window: "The deceased's family can't handle it, can they?"

Su Miaoyi also looked out the window, but said nothing.

After waiting a while, Zhuang Yanzheng sent her a message informing her that the deceased's family had agreed to an autopsy.

Su Miaoyi told Lu Zhishen and then went to the forensic center.

(End of this chapter)