Bionic Era

"Remove the impossible and what remains... no matter how much you don't want to believe it... is the truth!"

Lu Wen was sitting in the co-pilot, and the car was ups and downs on the bumpy road.

The investigation of the body in Baker City was interrupted by a female sniper, who is now chasing the tall buildings in the night.

On the side of Mowu City, things also went nowhere.

"I have the impression that this is from "Detective Conan"?"

Wei Boan switched to high beams, and the dirt road ahead became brighter.

It was still pitch black all around.

"Yes, but the original sentence comes from "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes." Lu Wen said.

"I've seen that one, but I think a lot of the content in it doesn't stand up to scrutiny and is not rigorous enough. Many similar literary and artistic works in history are better than that." Wei Bo'an said.

"We must consider the constraints of the times." Lu Wen looked into the distance, "There are many classic works of the same kind in history, various characters, Ellery Quinn, Hercule Poirot... But in the end people only remember Living with Sherlock Holmes shows that he must have something unique."

"Poirot, I know, isn't it the detective with the funny beard?"

"But only you know that there is only one detective that ordinary people know, and that is Sherlock Holmes. The transliteration should be Hermes. I don't know why the gentleman who was in charge of the translation translated it as Fu..."

Taking advantage of the night to hurry, the small village is almost there.

Pretty out of the way.

There are more than fifty families.

But the roads are much better than the other villages that Lu Wen has been to before.

The road is paved with crushed stones, so it can be clearly seen that the economic level of this village is better than other villages, and many people have built brick houses.

"Slow down, I can see it, the body is at the entrance of the village."

"Sometimes I really envy the eyesight of your bionics. Do you install two cameras on your eyes?"

"Roughly the same."

"..."

There are several lights at the entrance of the village.

Some villagers came out of their houses with wires and hung light bulbs on trees.

This kind of murder has not happened in this remote village for many years. The villagers feel that it is very novel, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The executive officer of the local executive bureau arrived early and has already pulled up the cordon.

Wei Boan was the first to get out of the car, shook hands with the local executive, and exchanged information about the current situation.

"Sir, there are only five people in our sub-bureau, and all of them are here to guard the scene, but we lack some equipment, so we can't do relevant tests."

"It's okay, all the equipment is behind, and it's coming."

Lu Wen got out of the car and looked at the corpse.

At first glance, it was judged that the cause of death was the same as that of the lawyer. There were multiple stab wounds, but they were not fatal. They bled too much to death.

The time of death should be in the afternoon.

The informant said that when he saw it, the blood flowing from the gap in the door had already clotted.

Let's wait for the forensic doctor to come. In this weather, you can simply use the temperature of the corpse to determine the time of death.

Colleagues from the city have arrived one after another.

Village, the name of the village has the word "Lan".

Same cause of death.

Everything was as Lu Wen guessed.

"Sorry, I said a lot of insults to you in the public channel before." An executive walked up to Lu Wen with an apologetic expression.

"Actually... I'm not on the public channel in your area. I don't know if you don't tell me." Lu Wen said.

"It makes me feel bad not to say it."

"You'll make me feel bad if you say it."

Several colleagues came forward to apologize.

Others went to the murder scene to investigate.

Wei Bo'an was questioning several villagers.

"Have you seen any strangers entering and leaving the village in the past few days?"

"I didn't notice, but there are only so many people in the village, and everyone is acquaintances. If there are strangers, they should be able to notice."

Several villagers said that they did not see any strangers coming or going.

"It's more than eight o'clock in the evening. People eat late in the countryside, and they probably haven't slept yet. Let's work hard, go door-to-door, and record anything that goes wrong."

Wei Bo'an simply divided the crowd into groups.

It is true that eating in the countryside is relatively late.

Lights were still on in every house.

Many executives, each with a flashlight, and some bionic executives, turned on the night vision mode, not the kind of funny eyes glowing, but real night vision.

Lu Wen and Wei Boan went directly to the place where the murder happened.

"One-story house, brick and tile structure, sliding windows, there are wooden bars outside the windows, no signs of damage, the murderer did not enter through the windows."

Common bungalows in rural areas.

There is a living room, two bedrooms, and a kitchen in total.

The toilet is outside.

Except for the black tiles on the top of the kitchen, the tops of other places are all flat cement. There is a staircase leading to the roof, where you can dry some crops on weekdays.

There are several cracks in the gray exterior wall, and red bricks can be seen inside.

"This bungalow is quite old."

"The preliminary judgment is the scene of the first crime. The traces at the scene are very messy and damaged, and many traces can be detected. The white hair should come from the old man at the entrance of the village just now. The footprints at the door were left by the villagers who first discovered the body. There are snack bags, and some children came to see it out of curiosity..."

The villagers added a certain degree of difficulty to everyone.

Lu Wen went in and took a look.

Furnishings are simple.

Some old wooden furniture.

A rusty clock hung on the blue-gray cement wall, and the hands had stopped.

The color TV with a big head is placed at the back of the living room.

There are some odds and ends on the table in the living room, and some old clothes on the stool. It can be seen that the original color should be darker, but they are all washed and faded.

There is a gray plush toy on the TV.

There is an alphabet hanging on the cement wall beside it, and the date in the lower left corner of the alphabet is seven years ago.

"Have a child?" Lu Wen frowned, "The deceased did not live alone, there should be a child, have you found it?"

"I found it. The child was playing with other children outside in the afternoon. He was terrified when he saw the situation at home. His emotions were not stable yet. He was in a villager's home."

"After the mood is stable, ask if any strangers have been to his house recently."

Lu Wen did not pin his hopes on the child.

Judging from the murderer's performance last time, he will do things in a tight-fitting manner, leaving almost no traces that may expose himself.

"The doors and windows have not been damaged. Could it be that the murderer and the victim knew each other?"

In the previous case of the lawyer, the doors and windows were not damaged.

The murderer seemed to have swaggered into the room.

But Lu Wen didn't speculate too much at the time.

In a city like this, there are countless ways to trick someone into opening a door.