Daqing Criminal Division

State capital

the second quarter of xu

In the starry night tonight, the old man who was cooking small snacks on the street in the middle of the night was still shaking a fan and dozing off not far away.

Having already had supper, Fuchaerzi and Duan Xiao sat face to face at a small table.

A large copper teapot, simmering on a small stove next to it, rests in the centre.

The night on the other side of the small river that spans the entire Chuzhou City is a bit dark, and there are two half-cold bowls in front of them, but neither of them intends to go back to sleep now.

They have just roughly exchanged the information they have at hand.

Due to insufficient evidence, the three suspects who were summoned at noon, namely Yang Qingbing, Fu Sunxian, and Gong San were all sent home first.

Obviously, the person who personally killed Zhang Meichu on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival was most likely among these three people.

But unexpectedly, because of the appearance of the person who claimed to have witnessed the murderer entering and exiting the scene, everything was overturned again.

Now, the Chuzhou Government Yamen, who thought it would rekindle the hope of solving the case, was in a bit of a state of distress.

Zhang Ji, the old police officer, was already sick at home because of the murder of his daughter.

Ma Zixiu originally planned to completely catch the real culprit for his master this time, but in the end he went back to the far side.

But do the math today, it's already the fifth day of this month.

There is not much difference between Chuzhou Prefecture and Songyang County in the process of handling the case. Because this place is 'comparative', there is also a deadline for handling the case.

Today, these four serial murders have been going on for almost a month.

Once the final 'comparison' limit is reached, the government officials in the state government will not be able to find a way to solve the case.

Then at that time, if the relatives of the deceased were unhappy and went to the capital to write a complaint, the face Su Dinghai had accumulated over the years due to his good political performance would be completely lost.

Because of this, Ma Zixiu had no choice but to order his subordinates to follow the clues provided by Juzi and then go to the four alleys to collect evidence overnight.

Not to mention, how many adult men with this body condition are there in the whole Chuzhou, just say that Ma Fenghuang is a firework girl who greets and sends them away every day, and her interpersonal relationship is also a bit difficult to find out.

"Sometimes, I really hate myself for being incompetent, but besides the same red sleeping shoes and red nails, what common connection do these four murdered women have in common?"

"Besides, how did the murderer target them? I still can't figure out this point. If Mei Chu never went out alone before, why, why was she..."

When the interrogation in Yamen was almost over in the afternoon, Ma Zixiu thumped the desk in front of him with helpless anger and said something.

The three suspects have been released, and the man who came to the government to help identify the murderer has also left.

The Yamen of the Chuzhou government has been running around for more than a month, but to no avail.

It was empty on all sides, only a row of fire sticks and a tiger's head plaque stood in the front of the hall. Other than that, there was only the plaque representing the blue sky and bright moon, the justice of the court was still high, but it was also ironically hung at the very end. In the middle.

Because of this incident, Fuchaerzi's progress in solving the case during the day also fell into a bottleneck, and it was delayed until night before he came back.

Tomorrow, according to the case-handling process at the Yamen, the collected physical evidence must be handed over to the government. Now the focus of solving the case seems to have fallen on the "murderer" that night in Dasi Hutong.

About who the 'murderer' really is.

Now, because of the appearance of this new person's testimony, the matter may be covered in a layer of fog. Therefore, in the eyes of others, the murderer of the four serial murders involving women is probably this person.

However, in Duan Xiao's eyes, this matter is not that simple.

"Have you seen those three people with your own eyes during the day?"

Duan Xiao asked.

"Well, I've seen them all."

Fucharzi, who had been in the yamen all day today and had confirmed the cause and effect, narrowed his eyes as he said that, his unkempt but somewhat chic face also seemed a little serious.

Gong San is tall and a local ruffian, who is capable of abducting weak women like Zhang Meichu and Ruan Xiaoyi.

But the original autopsy file also said that the abuse marks on Zhang Meichu's body and the pinch marks on Ruan Xiaoyi's neck belonged to the crime committed under a very calm manner. Typical irritable personality.

Such a person, when faced with a woman's fierce resistance, would it mean that he can still remain calm, so he seems to have a bad reputation, but he is actually the least suspicious of the three.

Yang Qingbing and Fu Sunxian, these two people, at present, each have half of the suspects.

Yang Qingbing, a salesman that night, said that he was anxious to come back to celebrate his mother's birthday, and that his feet were covered with blisters.

But a filial son, why didn't he mention what birthday gift he brought to his mother?

He only said that he was in a hurry to come back, but he was empty-handed. It didn't look like he was preparing carefully. Therefore, he was also lying, or using this to hide what he did that night

As for the master painter Sun Xian, he said he was suffering from a heart attack, so it seemed that he had no suspicion of committing a crime.

But he said that someone asked him to draw a fan for one night last month, and it sounds like the business is good, but at the same time, the shoes that came to the yamen today have not had time to mend.

A scholar often cares about his reputation, and he can only find such shoes when he comes to a place like Yamen, so he should be very hard-pressed in his daily life.

Therefore, his painting business is not as good as he described, and there is no need for others to call him to paint in the middle of the night, so that he has to wait until the curfew before he can go to state. There may also be problems.

These inferences about the suspects were analyzed and discussed between the two of them one by one, which was simple and clear.

Sitting across from him, Duan Xiao felt that the clues that appeared in the conversation had also turned into more concrete scenes in the spider web, making the details of the murder on the night of the murder gradually enriched.

However, since both Yang Qingbing and Fu Sunxian have serious suspicions, the testimony of the now-proclaimed eyewitness is also thought-provoking.

"The man who came to the Yamen to make a confession, really said that he was drunk that night, met the murderer who escaped from Dasi Hutong, and then smelled heavily of alcohol?"

Ever since, Duan Xiao asked such a question.

"Has the yamen verified his words?"

"Oh, the people from the yamen went to the place where he drank with his friends that night. It was indeed near Dasi Hutong, not far away, and two alleys away from the crime scene. According to his walking speed at that time, it was indeed It is possible to pass through that place, the most important point is that he has no position of lying."

What Fucharzi said was true.

But if Juzi hadn't lied, then it would be a bit weird why the fourth case had conflicts with Zhang Meichu's situation that night.

But once Juzi lied, according to his previous relationship, he didn't know these three suspects before, so why did he want to go into this mess?

In this regard, Duan Xiao was really not in a hurry to draw a conclusion.

Regarding the real answer to this question, you must have other circumstantial evidence to verify the guess before you can draw a conclusion.

It just so happened that the two had almost eaten their supper today.

They stopped talking and waited to go to the Yamen again tomorrow, and then went back to the Chuzhou mansion together.

Along the way, neither of them said anything.

But while returning to the mansion, when Duan Xiao was planning to go back to the room alone like last night, there was a person who was about to leave, but the person who stopped before he stopped stopped him uncharacteristically. up.

"Hey."

The 'hello' that sounded in my ears sounded impolite and casual.

When Duan Xiao heard Fuchaerzi calling him out of nowhere, his first reaction was what he wanted to say.

As a result, the guy who didn't talk to people very well saw him stop, and he just paused, and then he threw something at him from behind as soon as he raised his hand.

"then."

That was not friendly at all, and looked familiar to the vial he threw.

Duan Xiao raised his hand to pick it up, but after a closer look, he found that it was wound medicine.

This vaguely looks like this person gave it to him when he was injured last time. It seems that he kept it with him but didn't take it out.

But he himself wasn't hurt at all, so it's a little unreasonable that he'd been wearing it like this since just now, but didn't take it out.

As a result, in the next second, something that made Duan Xiao feel even more impossible happened just under his nose.

Because someone threw the medicine to him as if I was just doing a little effort and didn't care much, and just left and left behind such a sentence.

"Next time you are in a bad mood, go to bed early, don't think about it, and remember to apply medicine to the wound so that there will be no more scars."

"Also, thank you for your supper."

This seemed to be the first time he heard the man say thank you.

But after finishing speaking, Fucharzi staggered away in such an unruly manner.

He was the kind of free-spirited person, he would do whatever he wanted, but he lived a more transparent life than many people, without any scruples.

Standing in the dark with the bottle of wound medicine in his hand, Duan Xiao, who was standing alone in the shadow, lowered his head to look at the things in his hand when he saw Fucharji left, but remained expressionless for a long time.

That night, the city was still eerily quiet.

From time to time, there were sounds of clappers around the mansion, but every time it sounded strangely hollow.

But when Duan Xiao spent the whole night thinking about all this based on Fucharzi's previous dictation, a strange picture seemed to appear in his mind.

It was a blank scroll.

A red sleeping shoe dropped on the ground and a bloated female corpse with red nails lying in the center of the painting, with three big black spiders on the back.

The huge and dark spider 'Shusha', which symbolizes the male social desire since ancient times, crawled across and formed a fine cobweb on the top of the scroll.

The thin spider silk hooked the woman's feet, and the spider hung on it greedily and lecherously, sucking the blood——

The two spiders, which are still suspected of murder, are still lying on the scroll and weaving their webs. The pair of greedy red eyes soaked in the darkness are so realistic.

The goal in its eyes is also very clear.

That is to look for the only similarity found by it in this spider web, which can arouse its goal of desire.

However, there seems to be something unusual in this spider web.

It seems that the original weaving rules of the spider silk are entangled with some impurities of different colors.

['——''——']

In a cloud of mist, the sound of another monster spinning silk rang out in Duan Xiao.

The face of the real murderer seemed to be watching everyone from that dark place.

……

Second day

处州

[-]:[-] noon

It's a sunny day outside today.

The horse-drawn carriages passing by on the street and the flow of people in the market seemed lively and noisy underneath.

In the distance, on a brown east-turning building unique to Chuzhou, the footsteps of "dumping" along the stairs, there is a young man with a rather loud voice putting scalded good wine through the mouth.

The guests who have passed by will be delivered to the table.

"——Come, come, all guests, please! The best flower carvings have been prepared——"

In the greeting of the second servant, on a small table on the east side, sat Fucha Erji, Duan Xiao and the policeman Ma Zixiu from the house.

Right now, the tall and mighty horse catcher was so hungry that he bowed his head and ate two bites of food because he had been on a business trip all morning, before he communicated with them about the case in front of him.

Last night, people from the yamen searched all the liquor shops and brothels in Dasi Hutong as usual, but they found nothing.

In addition, Ma Zixiu did not give up on the three suspects who were initially targeted at the Hungry Ghost Festival, but each also asked people to go to the homes of the three of them to get the physical evidence from their mouths.

Among them, Fu Sunxian, a salesman, showed the officials a few cans of old tea with a red label that he brought back on the day of the Ghost Festival.

As evidence, these cans of tea are indeed only produced in the tea garden in Lin County.

It spread out on the table, and the three of them poured it out separately, holding it and smelling that it was almost canned last month.

However, there are some problems with this jar, because the paper next to each jar seems to have been opened once in advance, not like the original jar, which is a bit strange.

But the fans that the master painter Sun Xian took out to prove his innocence were a few half-length portraits and landscape portraits of people looking at flowers and horses, imitating the Qingming Riverside Picture.

There are men and women in the paintings, as well as flowers and birds. In terms of painters, the paintings are really not particularly good.

The ratio of both male and female paintings is extremely poor, and the bird's eyes look dull, which also verifies the saying that the artist's painting skills are indeed not high enough to get mixed up in the fields today.

The evidence these two people presented to prove themselves once again proved that there are actually suspicious things about them.

It was also early in the morning that Wu Yunzhu knocked on the door of the mansion.

About Ma Fenghuang's test results of the suspected bayberry sore on his body yesterday came out, he specially helped to find a doctor in the west of the city yesterday to inquire about bad diseases such as bayberry sore.

The rather old Lang Zhong was startled when he saw this thing, and carefully examined the rotten lesion for a long time before giving such an answer.

"Master Duan, you guessed it right, but Ma Fenghuang's body is not suffering from internal diseases. The thing on her body is called dead sores, which are usually brought on by patients with bayberry sores. Because the disease has not yet developed, this dead person The sore has only grown so big, so someone else should have infected Ma Fenghuang, and it has not lasted more than seven days."

These words seemed to magnify the characteristics of the murderer who killed Ma Fenghuang a little more, but combined with the words of the move, it still made it difficult for the three of them to break through the progress of the investigation.

Just at this noon, the three of them were continuing to discuss the case in this restaurant, and while they were continuing to eat, such a scene happened in this restaurant.

Because just as the waiter was passing by with a plate of deep-fried oil leftovers for serving wine, a guest who had eaten the food and wine and wanted to go down bumped into the waiter.

The oil residue turned over and splashed all over the two of them.

The guest became impatient, grabbed Xiao Er by the collar and yelled something.

This sentence seems casual.

But at the moment they heard it, Fuchaerzi and Duan Xiao, who had been trapped in a series of rounds since last night, seemed to have thought of something.

The bayberry sore that appeared alone on Ma Fenghuang's body.

He Juzi's eyewitness testimony about the fourth 'suspect' seemed to be blended together at this moment, so that when they told Ma Zixiu, the policeman was shocked, and quickly caught up with the guest and the young man. Second came this sentence.

"Hurry up and say what you said just now!"

"Ah? Master Guancha, what do you say?"

"It's that sentence when you two were arguing just now! Say it again!"

"Oh, I said, I said... just, guest officer, I, my body smells of... oil residue, and you also smell of oil residue, this... the smell of oil residue is exactly the same all over the world, why do you You can smell the oil on both of us... Who is smelling of oil? Who is really oiled?"

——Behind this series of lies is the truth.

The author has something to say: Why does this sentence explain who the real murderer is?

Which one is suspect a, the salesman or the painter?

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