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When they arrived at the scene, the leader of the analysis team Li Huan and the operator Zhuang Ying had arrived early, and even Lan Xinyun, who was usually missing the end of the dragon, had also arrived. I heard that Li Huan came as fast as Li Huan.

"I heard that when the police found the victim this time, they thought that the victim was dead, but when they approached, the body suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at them, and then briefly talked with them. When I first heard about it, I still think it's normal, but I know it's wrong when I see the scene." Li Huan led Zhou Ming to the second floor.

Zhuang Ying followed Li Huan, her face extremely ugly, and it was obvious that she had received a huge mental shock when she was watching the scene just now.

Li Huan climbed the stairs and asked casually, "Who is the Musketeer?"

Zhou Ming raised his hand: "It's me."

Li Huan turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ming. When he saw the ugly green mask, he was taken aback, and then shook hands with Zhou Ming: "Fortunately, I hope you can help us find the key clues this time."

Li Huan sighed, drilled through the yellow cordon on the second floor, and finally stopped in front of the empty room at the end of the corridor: "It's inside. Everyone is professionally trained. I won't say much. Please come in."

Zhou Ming and Zhang Wei were the first to enter the room. Zhang Wei frowned as soon as he entered the door, stopped moving, and turned sideways to make way for the people behind them.

The hermits in the back entered the house one after another. Although everyone was wearing masks, people couldn't see their expressions, but from the momentary stiff movements, it could be seen that everyone was greatly shocked.

Zhou Ming slowly looked at the entire room. The layout here is very simple. Except for a quilt on the floor in the corner, the only furniture is a small table and two chairs, and a chair next to it. easel.

The small table and chairs were placed near the window. The window was open. The morning breeze came in from the window and hit the deceased. She was sitting on one of the chairs with her eyes closed and a little smile at the corners of her mouth, as if she was dying. I felt peaceful and happy before.

The deceased female was naked, and the skin and muscles on her shoulders and abdomen were like pieces of paper peeled from her bones, thin and light like cicada wings, trembling gently in the fresh breeze, like fragments of being beaten. The wet red petals reveal an indescribable coquettishness.

Watching this scene, Zhou Ming felt that Ling Chi was nothing more than that. If it were this kind of swordsman, he would have been a top expert in the hands of Ling Chi in ancient times.

He carefully observed the corpse, the woman’s blood was flowing all over her body, but her **** without scars were as white as jade, her shoulders and abdomen, those thin pieces of meat turned into red peonies on white paper, and the pale and slender ribs were flowers. The rhizomes constitute a kind of beautiful and weird color as a whole.

The scene of last night automatically appeared in Zhou Ming's mind. The Ripper asked the woman to sit on this chair, took out a delicate knife and cut it down, and rolled up the muscles like a plow.

The woman did not resist, and saw the blade cut red silk on her body, the jade-white skin cracked like ripples, and the coolness of the night breeze poured into the gaps in the wound.

She may be anesthetized, otherwise the wound would not be so "beautiful".

But Zhou Ming's instinct said that she should be sober at the time, and these injuries are in harmony with her sitting posture.

The wound on his body was very fresh, glowing with pink pearl, and the cut pieces of meat were too beautiful, unlike what humans did.

Obviously, the Ripper was so intoxicated with his masterpiece, he wiped his chest clean after finishing everything.

"She was still alive?" Zhang Wei, who was next to him, was the first to speak, asking Li Huan.

Li Huan nodded: "I thought the two policemen saw the hallucinations. After all, it is impossible for people to live for so long under this kind of serious injury. The amount of blood loss was too much, but it is a fact that she was alive not long ago. When the second group of police arrived, the bodies were still warm."

"But the wound was yesterday." Zhang Wei's light aimed at the pool of blood spreading on the ground. The edge of the pool of blood has dried up, and the traces were printed on the concrete floor like a piece of red paper.

Zhou Ming moved around to the direction of another chair, and saw the watercolor painting on the easel. There was a woman in the painting, and the angle was just right.

In the painting, she is smiling, like a solitary character in Liqixiang's painting. It is very awkward, but the background of the painting is very beautiful, with hazy moonlight and faint fog, and white curtains raised by the night wind... the whole picture Full of movement, can almost smell the **** wind last night.

Zhou Ming glanced at the corpse again, then looked at the painting, Wang Siyan next to him said what he was thinking.

"He is leaving blank." Wang Siyan said silently.

Zhou Ming was silent for a few seconds, and said blankly: "We don't need to understand the murderer's artistic cells. Our responsibility is to make him disappear."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Li Huan: "Captain Li, what did the first policeman say?"

Li Huan sighed: "The two people were too frightened and were calming down next door, but they all asked. The woman's first sentence was'Am I beautiful?' Then they asked her to hold on, and she said,'It's okay. 'And then died."

"Hehe, it doesn't seem to be an important clue, it's all minutiae." Ping Xingyue's voice suddenly appeared in Zhou Ming's ear.

Zhou Ming used his left light to look at Ping Xingyue, only to see the other party's body bend down, his beautiful face almost reaching the deceased.

Ping Xingyue glanced back at him as if he was aware of Zhou Ming's gaze, then straightened up, leaped lightly, floated like a feather, crossed the easel, and sat on the chair that the Ripper had probably sat on.

She leaned back slightly, leaned in a comfortable position, and then smiled and stared at the painting.

"Siyan is very keen, but it's not all right. In fact, it's not just blank. Because the flesh and blood stripped from the bones are more beautiful and there are branches to rely on, but it's not possible here, so he didn't use the knife." Ping Xing Yue let out a laugh of inexplicable meaning.

"Sister Xingyue, we..." Zhou Ming wanted to stop the other party, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party.

"Okay, okay, I know." Ping Xingyue flicked his hat lightly, smiling like ice water, "Isn't the clue obvious? The new modus operandi is not in the rumors. Isn't this what the people hiding behind the scenes think Something hidden?"

"But it must be in the novel." Zhou Ming muttered, lowered his head, and went on.

Li Huan was taken aback when he heard it, and asked: "What did you say?"

"I said, this modus operandi must be in the novel."

"But that novel has no follow-up at all."

"No! There must be ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and this modus operandi must also be in the rumors. You must ask those people again, and someone can definitely recall it! It is impossible for people to recall everything they have heard, but as long as someone reminds them Once you have heard it, you will definitely have an impression."

Zhou Ming paused, then turned to stare at Li Huan's eyes, his eyes were extremely firm: "I feel as if I have guessed his thoughts."

In the room, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Ming, and they all had the same feeling at the same time.

From the phone call to the incident, to the moment of entering the scene, ideas were constantly breaking through and verifying, as if Zhou Ming was the only one.

The case was forcibly dragged into a bizarre investigation route by Zhou Ming, but as the investigation progressed, the roads that should have been taken were killed one by one, and the obscure road in front of him stretched out invisible.

Some clues that have always existed but are unknown seem to be slowly connecting.

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