delirium

At night, it rained heavily.

The narrow single bed in the detention room is facing the iron window, and the first-quarter moon pulls the slanted shadow into an acute angle, dangling by the window for a long time like a broken kite, even the rain curtain was cut, and the railing was smashed down with thunder, and it was silently torn apart.

Jia Ruzi knocked on the iron window with her knuckles, her ring finger knuckles did not exert any strength, and the concave part of the connective tissue collided head-on with the steel pipe—she was twisting a cigarette with the remaining three fingers, the cigarette butt burned upwards slowly, and the corners turned white at first , and then layers of gray down.

So she failed to make a sound, but frowned, retracted her hand, and blew on her knuckles.

"Miss, can I borrow a fire?"

A voice came out of the fence and fell hard at the feet of Nitro.The forensic doctor put aside the brown chestnut hair and looked in, his vision stretched parallel, and was intercepted by a pale hand.That hand also held a cigarette, with sharp lines, as steep as a jaw polished by lightning.

Nitrozi looked at it for a while, thinking that this person, if nothing else, at least has a good-looking face.

The soft smoke between the two fingers of his food is not much better than dried dried plums. It is estimated that it has been searched by the auxiliary police, and he is about to die.The forensic doctor raised the lighter out of the sympathy of the smoker, shook it, and beckoned the other party to come forward.

The suspect who was sitting by the bed stood up, his clothes and pants rubbed against the fabric, and there was a dull rustle for a moment, and they were all rolled into the concrete floor by the soles of his boots.When he came forward, the lighter squeaked, and a wisp of light blue smoke soon burst out.

"Thanks." Xia Youjie said, holding the cigarette butt, inhaling the cheap nicotine deeply into his lungs.He opened his fingers inch by inch, and the flame leaked out inch by inch, burning a hole in the darkness.The column of smoke fluttered upwards, brushing over the sharp face, soaking the bridge of the nose and eyebrows into the bluish-white mist.He looked a little thirstier now, like a desperate junkie—longing to take a puff and pierce the damned darkness with fire.

There are footsteps coming from the depths of the corridor, neither rush nor slow, but the rhythm of the toe and the upper touching the ground is different, it sounds like they are beating casually.The sound was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the rain gradually distorted. A few moths surrounded the incandescent lamp, taking turns pecking at the dying light.

Ah, maybe yodeling.

Jia Ruozi took back the lighter, stared at his crimson-dyed nails, and wondered whether he should change to a brighter top coat next time.Although the only people she ever dealt with at close quarters were corpses, it was obvious that they didn't have much talent for appreciating others.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the leader of the serious crime team patted the forensic doctor on the shoulder. When he retracted his hand, his fingers curled up slightly, which was a small subconscious movement.Nitro turned to look at Gojo Satoru, who she had to raise her head to look at.

"Here, the third suspect mentioned by the section chief." She pointed at Xiayou with a cigarette butt, "There is not much chance of being involved in the case, and I just caught it for convenience."

Gojo Satoru looked in, and saw the flickering Mars through the blindfold.He glanced over the cigarette and looked down, and saw a pair of hands and messy trousers; then he looked up, and saw the ink-like eyebrows and eyes behind the smoke.

The youngest team leader ever grinned, leaped over the fence and said to the suspect, "Dude, you look weird."

The person inside blew out a smoke ring and laughed: "To each other, this is the first time I have seen a 1.9-meter shuttlecock."

They laughed out loud at the same time, and Nitzi flung the lighter cap out and then snapped it back on, watching the suspect smoke with a cold eye.His movements were too skillful, so Nitzi also put the cigarette into her mouth, and couldn't help taking a deep breath; the smell of carcinogens lifted her spirits, she rubbed her temples with her bare hands, and let Wujo figure it out.Then he left the prison room with the sound of rain, and his white coat rolled into waves.

Two people stood across the iron fence, Wu Tiao shifted his center of gravity back, leaning his body like his right foot.He looked extremely lazy, as if he was begging for scolding if he posed casually.The good thing is that no one is scolding him now, so the police officer can stretch out his long legs that have no place to rest, suffocate against the fence, and arch his knees like a cat's back.

The remaining half of the smoke slowly burned out, Xia You squinted his eyes and flicked his fingertips to wipe off the ashes that had just been stained.

"What's your name?" He asked flatly.Wujo's posture remains unchanged, saying that his name is Wujo Satoru, and he is the leader of the serious crime team established for the No.127 serial murder case.Xia You asked him what he was doing here, Wu Tiao explained the instructions of Section Chief Noctua Moth exactly, and added a sentence at the end: "As for whether you can go home or not, it depends on the next performance."

There was silence, only the downpour of rain continued.The iron window on the opposite side of the corridor was trembling from the raindrops, and the tree shape got through the fence and climbed up the concrete wall step by step, like a winding thick snake letter.

Xia You looked at Wutiao, raised his eyes slightly, and had to lift his jaw slightly to look into the blindfold.He wondered vaguely that there might be a difference of five centimeters between them, and that number would fluctuate depending on how far the officer tiptoed.

The iron fence was in the middle, and the suspect took a few steps back and sat back on the head of the bed. "I thought this case had nothing to do with me," he reached out to find the end of his hair in distress, "After so long investigation, it's time to find the target."

The police officer did not answer.He folded his arms around his chest and looked at Xia You with a half-examination attitude, his eyes stretched out into the distance, like a slowly flowing dark river.After a long while, he said, "People in our business can't let go of any possibility. Do you still remember the case?"

of course.

The eighth serial murder case.The deceased was found at home. The body was sitting in an upright cross-legged posture, with iron nails embedded in both hands and feet.The cause of death was excessive blood loss, and it was impossible to determine whether the first crime occurred based on the traces at the scene—the whole room was too clean, except for the blood of the deceased who had not yet dried up, from the entrance to the sofa where the body was located was spotless.

The time interval between the crimes was seven days, the death signs were all sitting in lotus position, and even the injuries on the forehead were exactly the same, and most of the bodies were found by the police [-] hours after the death.The murderer was meticulous, calm, and intelligent beyond human beings; even though eight people had been killed, the police still could not find any direct evidence, and they could not even decipher the notice letter that arrived at the police station by mail before each crime.

But the case numbered 127 is slightly different.The cause was the unfortunate deceased—he had a lot of criminal records, and he was a frequent visitor to the local police station.The serious crime team, which has been highly tense over the past few months, was immediately invigorated, trying to find out the suspects who had the motive of committing the crime through the victim's social relationship.

"I said, it was just by chance." Xia You threw the cigarette, and the crumpled piece of paper landed on the ground, and was fixed by the sole of the boot, entering and exiting the last cluster of sparks.He stared at Wutiao through the shadow of the crescent moon: "I just came out of the convenience store, and I heard begging for mercy in the alley next door, so I turned in temporarily to take a look."

Wujo nodded his nose with great interest: "Then you beat the victim up?"

Xia You laughed: "Everyone depends on their ability. He robbed the minors first, so it's understandable for me to take action, right? You can't say that I have a problem with him based on this incident, so I killed him on impulse... Seven people?" "Unfortunately, it's eight people." Wujo said, sticking to his words, "That's why you were not escorted into the headquarters immediately, but slept comfortably in a single cell."

Thunder streaked across the sky, rumbling muffled sounds shook the air, and raindrops also disrupted the rhythm.

The suspect, who had been detained for two days, shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes turned lightly.He doesn't seem to know what worry is. Although he expresses anxiety appropriately, it is superficial, like a layer of paper that can be torn by five pieces of paper.

Maybe he was waiting for that casual camouflage to be easily pierced, with a smile at the end of his eyes, like a hateful fox.Across the door, Wu Tiao looked at the suspect in charge of him, and suddenly had the urge to pry open that head to have a look.As a police officer, he quickly "competently" dismissed the idea and turned to thinking about everything under Xia Youjie's skin.

Does he have a beating heart?Is his blood red?Will he laugh, get angry, beg and cry?This has gone far beyond the scope of torture and reconnaissance, but Wu Tiao doesn't care.He developed a strong interest from the first day he was locked up in a single cell, just like a child who finds a new toy that suits him, and forgets to eat and sleep, eager to pass the level.

Just like this heinous serial murder case.Maybe I can play two games at the same time, Wujo thought with a smile, and see which one goes to the end first.

"The two underage girls who were rescued by you at that time said they would come to the police station to testify." He said, "to prove that you are really brave and not have any entanglement with the victim. Of course, as the clues you just got, you Personal freedom will still be restricted for a period of time, please be aware.”

Shadows and moonlight surged, overwhelming the only resident in the confinement room like a mountain.He carried the undercurrent on his shoulders, raised his eyes to look at people from the dull tide, his eyes slightly bent, and showed a harmless smile: "No problem. Is there anything else you want me to cooperate with, Officer Wutiao?"

The cigarette was lying on the ground, body and head separated.When Wujo saw the flames, he followed the beating light and shadow and said, "We have seen your resume. You once worked in a city university, teaching criminal psychology."

"right."

"Then, I invite you to assist in the investigation, Professor Xia You." Wutiao said softly, the rain blurred the end of the sentence and made him sound extremely calm, "Although it is under surveillance, it is better than nesting here It's a good place for birds not to poop. And...

He pulled down the blindfold, and intentionally bit the last half of the sentence to be ambiguous and moist: "It will also help to remove the suspicion. The police officer left, and it was still raining outside the house. Shadows climbed over the bars, and half of the cell was sunk in deep darkness. Inside, the chill was pervasive. Xia You subconsciously reached out to touch the cigarette, but couldn't start the fire, so he could only bite the thin yellow cigarette in a daze, with a dull expression on his face.

Really blue, he thought, so fucking blue.

After a while, he laughed with a cigarette in his mouth.The laughter seemed to be squeezed out of the chest, and the tip of the knife rolled several times before it fell to the ground with a sound.The steel and concrete were indifferent, but the cigarette trembled, and was panicked by the first quarter moon.

The crescent moon is silvery white, the last ray of light is creaked shut, and the iron gate is closed.Wutiao stepped out of the branch office, put his hands in his pockets, and greeted the expectant juniors.Knotweed was waiting at the front, and excitedly asked him if he had gained anything; the police officer continued to walk out, dismissing the young man with a few jokes with a smile.

Only when no one was watching, he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth.