The small rooms and halls were crowded with police officers. By the windowsill, under the wall, and between the cracks in the door, people were picking up fingerprints and looking for blood stains; in the cupboards, on the shelves, under the bed, every piece of paper and every trash was carefully selected. Bu Chonghua stepped on the survey board from the balcony and walked into the house. Every step he had to cross the site survey in twos and threes, if someone passed by at this time, he would never see that this was just a repeated search. He must have thought it was a serial survey. The scene of the murder.
A flash of lightning pierced the sky outside the window, and thunder rumbling.
"Bu Chonghua--!" Director Wang's call came from the bedroom.
Bu Chonghua squeezed into the room from the two trace inspectors sideways: "Did you find it?"
Wang Jiuling was sitting on the side of the dirty bed with half of his ass hanging in the air, and the Internet police who had applied for a temporary report with him put their heads together, with four eyes facing Gao Baokang’s old alien computer, and said intently: "Yes. ."
Bu Chonghua gave a pause.
"Go, buy a bottle for us alone."
"..."
Bu Chonghua was expressionless, and took out ten dollars and stuffed it to the appreciative intern. After a while, the intern trot all the way and bought two bottles of Pulse from the canteen downstairs, and Wang Jiuling crossed his feet to pick them up.
"Can you tell me what you found now?"
Wang Jiuling said in earnest: "The most frequently watched video by Gao Baokang is game explanation, but he has never watched it in the game live broadcast room. The yellow mini game has surpassed 20,000 yuan, gave gifts to four anchors, and three did it. The chest is stuffed, and one has a nose. There are four Japanese action movies with T's on the hard drive, and he used to be the administrator of a pirated novel website."
"..." Bu Chonghua asked, "What about the 502 case?"
Wang Jiuling pondered for a moment, and solemnly asked: "Does it count for multiple searches for dismemberment, corpse disposal, anonymous absconding, etc. in the past month?"
The net police silently blocked half of his face with a water bottle.
Bu Chonghua was condescending, staring at Wang Jiuling motionlessly, the thin air in the room gradually solidified and pressurized.
"Um... step, don't do this." Director Wang said sincerely, shrinking his neck, "I have been busy with you for a long time in the middle of the night. Isn't it worth a bottle of pulse for you? Sometimes you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. , You have to let the truth behind the case slowly reveal over time, and let time take away your anxiety and sorrow at this moment..."
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "It's like taking away your hair?"
Wang Jiuling: "!!!"
Bu Chonghua's five fingers swept back his thick hair, bathed in the instant hatred of the surrounding area, and slowly turned and left the bedroom.
"I will never go out of the criminal investigation detachment again," Wang Jiuling gritted his teeth.
"..." The net police said aggrieved: "Me too."
·
"Let's go!" At 12:30 in the evening, the carpet search was basically completed. Wang Jiuling moved his sore legs while holding on to the wall, and waved to drive away the poor cubs in various departments under his command. Okay, after the analysis results, wait until you return to the bureau tomorrow. Be careful when you go home in the middle of the night! It's raining so hard outside! Hey, wait, ask two people to drive the Internet police home first!"
Bu Chonghua stood sideways in front of the window sill with his mobile phone attached to his ear. After a short while, he heard from the opposite side: "Hello, the user you are calling is busy..."
I did not answer.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Jiuling poked his head out of the hallway, and said gloomily, "You promised to send me home after twelve o'clock, so why don't you leave?"
"..." Bu Chonghua cut off the phone, the screen displaying the word "Wu Yu" went off, and stood up if nothing happened: "Let's go."
Wang Jiuling stood at the entrance of the corridor and smoked to disperse his breath. Bu Chonghua finally patrolled each room, returning to the gate and squatting and taking off his shoe covers, but his movements slowly stopped.
The human voices disappeared, and the one-bedroom room that had nowhere to stay just now suddenly became deserted. In the darkness, the shadows of the indoor furniture standing faintly appeared, and the crackling rain hit the glass windows, leaving a series of wet water marks.
A few flashes of lightning flashed, and the mess in the room was illuminated in an instant.
Everyone knows that Gao Baokang's death is suspicious, but no one has come up with evidence that this murderer died of homicide.
A few hours ago, Liu Li’s rental house was inspected for the fourth time. Diao Jianfa’s bar was sealed and swept over and over. Gao Ling was killed and the area around 100 meters around the spillway tunnel was gnawed by police dogs. There is not one left... Now even the Gao Baokang family has been completely swept away. If there is no abnormality after the test results come out in two days, what else will they do?
Monitoring is not a panacea. The celestial eye system is under construction and development, but it cannot cover every corner and every centimeter of human society.
As if driven by some force, Bu Chonghua got up like sleepwalking and walked into the house again.
——After killing Gao Ling, is it possible for Gao Baokang to return home?
——He followed Gao Ling for more than a month. In this month, is it possible that the oriole was also spying on the praying mantis, so that it left clues?
Bu Chonghua walked from every corner of the room, following in his footsteps, scenes of the murderer's life appeared in the void:
Gao Baokang, who was sitting at the square table eating takeaway, gobbled it up while staring at the live game video. He put the phone on the tissue box, swept around, grabbed something and put it behind the phone case, supporting the screen and standing up diagonally——
The tabletop was messy, and there was a round object on the half-empty tissue box, which was a shriveled orange.
Gao Baokang, who was sitting in front of the computer and playing games, sometimes yelled at him, sometimes violently pressed the mouse and hit the keyboard. When he was excited, he could not flick the soot. The old cigarette butt fell on the ground around the edge of the table. After a long time, Gao Baokang, who was impatient, moved his cigarette butt to the table. Last press——
On the left side of the alien’s computer, the paint on the desktop is mottled, and several dots have been blackened over the years.
The countless paper balls under the bed, the dots of stains on the walls, the empty snack bags on the corners, the takeaway receipts in the trash can... all tell the empty and repeated routine before the Lord's life. In another time and space, the countless Gao Baokang, who played games, watched videos, smoked and cursed, and intoxicated himself, silently interprets his pale and hopeless short life in front of Bu Chonghua's eyes, everything is small and small, and then disappears with light and shadow.
Bu Chonghua opened the closet, lifted the quilt, and opened every drawer of the bedside table.
Gao Baokang bought some female underwear on second-hand trading websites. As for those inferior lipsticks, powder puffs, plastic combs, and aunt's red watermelon green mango yellow and other bottles of nail polish, he may have left them when he took the escort home. . These things are not many, they are all piled up in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The underwear straps are tangled and knotted, and they are darkened because they have not been washed for a long time. The middle drawer was stuffed with various chargers and data cables, replaced computer parts, and scrapped mouse and a keyboard. The top drawer was filled with cigarette cases, earplugs, cold medicine, nail clippers, paper drawers, hotel lighters, etc. It was so full, Bu Chonghua reached out and took it out, but found nothing unusual.
He straightened up, and then a flash of lightning illuminated the room, and something in the pile of fragments in the drawer jumped into his sight-a half bottle of transparent nail polish.
In fact, it is not surprising that Gao Baokang also collects several bottles of nail polish, all in red, orange, yellow and green.
But at that moment, a trace of unspeakable suspicion suddenly stopped Bu Chonghua's movements.
Aren’t the female items in the bottom drawer?
"..." He hesitated for a moment, turned on the bedside lamp and moved closer, then reached in again and carefully rummaged through the mess of clutter. Not long after, he dug out several bottles of nail polish from the innermost corner of the drawer. They were all transparent, but most of them were empty.
If the red nail polish still has a strong feminine color, what do these transparent nail polishes represent? Why are the most commonly used lighter paper boxes together? 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
Suddenly an unthinkable thought flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind.
Gao Baokang is not collecting them, he is...using them.
But why should a man use transparent nail polish?
"Bu Chonghua!" Wang Jiuling's roar came from the gate, mixed with the sound of the pouring rain: "Where are you! Are you going to diarrhea! Damn, it will be bright if you don't come out again!"
Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, staring closely at the few transparent bottles on the table, countless suspicious points, like hundreds of millions of shining points of light floating in the deep sea, and gradually returning to the deep darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a faint light flashed like a hairspring in the abyss——
Thunder shattered the sky, booming!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around, reached into the closet with one hand, and lifted the row of wire hangers. The heavy rain outside the window reflected his expressionless face, but his lips were tightly tightened due to extreme tension. A few seconds later he touched what he was looking for, and relentlessly yanked from the clothes hanger-slam!
Suck!
A few pairs of jeans were thrown on the bed, Bu Chonghua's fingers trembled, and he touched the inner side of his trousers one by one. At that moment, his heart shrank sharply, and a strong blood was crazily squeezed toward the limbs——
Stepping stepping steps from far to near, Wang Jiuling rushed into the room: "You're the devil again, I beg you not hurry up..."
"I found the evidence."
"Quickly pack up...what did you say?!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes were bloodshot, he staggered half a step, leaned against the wall and stood his feet, grabbed two bottles of nail polish from the bedside table and held them in front of him, panting violently and laughing hoarsely: "See what this is?"
Wang Jiuling was in a daze.
"Kaobaokang is a patient with immune system disorders. The specific manifestation is metal allergy. It is so serious that all metal products that contact the human body must be covered with transparent nail polish, including the inside of the belt head, the metal buckle of jeans, and even the metal zipper of the outer pants that does not directly touch the skin. Li Hongxi explained that the internal frame of the human bone helmet is made of silver. The main component of Tibetan silver is not silver, but copper-nickel alloy, which is the nickel-copper alloy that is most likely to cause strong metal allergies. As long as Gao Baokang wears it, heavy rain and humid environment will aggravate the metal. The release of nickel quickly caused itching, swelling and ulceration of the entire head and face, and even suffocation in severe cases. Therefore, it is basically impossible for him to wear a helmet to track and kill and then escape. He does not have the ability to kill Nian Xiaoping!"
Wang Jiuling was truly stunned. The goose bumps climbed up layer by layer along his back, terrified of what to say.
"The skeleton killer He Xingxing saw was another person. There was also a murderer hidden behind the 502 murder." Bu Chonghua restrained his breath, wore investigating gloves, grabbed the transparent nail polish and put it in a bag of evidence. He walked out quickly: "——I immediately went back to the branch office to do an autopsy on Gao Baokang's remaining limbs, and a report of the immune system disorder was issued overnight. Nian Xiaoping's death cannot be combined and closed. The files will be separated from tomorrow and the investigation will be restarted!"
The small rooms and halls were crowded with police officers. By the windowsill, under the wall, and between the cracks in the door, people were picking up fingerprints and looking for blood stains; in the cupboards, on the shelves, under the bed, every piece of paper and every trash was carefully selected. Bu Chonghua stepped on the survey board from the balcony and walked into the house. Every step he had to cross the site survey in twos and threes, if someone passed by at this time, he would never see that this was just a repeated search. He must have thought it was a serial survey. The scene of the murder.
A flash of lightning pierced the sky outside the window, and thunder rumbling.
"Bu Chonghua--!" Director Wang's call came from the bedroom.
Bu Chonghua squeezed into the room from the two trace inspectors sideways: "Did you find it?"
Wang Jiuling was sitting on the side of the dirty bed with half of his ass hanging in the air, and the Internet police who had applied for a temporary report with him put their heads together, with four eyes facing Gao Baokang’s old alien computer, and said intently: "Yes. ."
Bu Chonghua gave a pause.
"Go, buy a bottle for us alone."
"..."
Bu Chonghua was expressionless, and took out ten dollars and stuffed it to the appreciative intern. After a while, the intern trot all the way and bought two bottles of Pulse from the canteen downstairs, and Wang Jiuling crossed his feet to pick them up.
"Can you tell me what you found now?"
Wang Jiuling said in earnest: "The most frequently watched video by Gao Baokang is game explanation, but he has never watched it in the game live broadcast room. The yellow mini game has surpassed 20,000 yuan, gave gifts to four anchors, and three did it. The chest is stuffed, and one has a nose. There are four Japanese action movies with T's on the hard drive, and he used to be the administrator of a pirated novel website."
"..." Bu Chonghua asked, "What about the 502 case?"
Wang Jiuling pondered for a moment, and solemnly asked: "Does it count for multiple searches for dismemberment, corpse disposal, anonymous absconding, etc. in the past month?"
The net police silently blocked half of his face with a water bottle.
Bu Chonghua was condescending, staring at Wang Jiuling motionlessly, the thin air in the room gradually solidified and pressurized.
"Um... step, don't do this." Director Wang said sincerely, shrinking his neck, "I have been busy with you for a long time in the middle of the night. Isn't it worth a bottle of pulse for you? Sometimes you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. , You have to let the truth behind the case slowly reveal over time, and let time take away your anxiety and sorrow at this moment..."
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "It's like taking away your hair?"
Wang Jiuling: "!!!"
Bu Chonghua's five fingers swept back his thick hair, bathed in the instant hatred of the surrounding area, and slowly turned and left the bedroom.
"I will never go out of the criminal investigation detachment again," Wang Jiuling gritted his teeth.
"..." The net police said aggrieved: "Me too."
·
"Let's go!" At 12:30 in the evening, the carpet search was basically completed. Wang Jiuling moved his sore legs while holding on to the wall, and waved to drive away the poor cubs in various departments under his command. Okay, after the analysis results, wait until you return to the bureau tomorrow. Be careful when you go home in the middle of the night! It's raining so hard outside! Hey, wait, ask two people to drive the Internet police home first!"
Bu Chonghua stood sideways in front of the window sill with his mobile phone attached to his ear. After a short while, he heard from the opposite side: "Hello, the user you are calling is busy..."
I did not answer.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Jiuling poked his head out of the hallway, and said gloomily, "You promised to send me home after twelve o'clock, so why don't you leave?"
"..." Bu Chonghua cut off the phone, the screen displaying the word "Wu Yu" went off, and stood up if nothing happened: "Let's go."
Wang Jiuling stood at the entrance of the corridor and smoked to disperse his breath. Bu Chonghua finally patrolled each room, returning to the gate and squatting and taking off his shoe covers, but his movements slowly stopped.
The human voices disappeared, and the one-bedroom room that had nowhere to stay just now suddenly became deserted. In the darkness, the shadows of the indoor furniture standing faintly appeared, and the crackling rain hit the glass windows, leaving a series of wet water marks.
A few flashes of lightning flashed, and the mess in the room was illuminated in an instant.
Everyone knows that Gao Baokang's death is suspicious, but no one has come up with evidence that this murderer died of homicide.
A few hours ago, Liu Li’s rental house was inspected for the fourth time. Diao Jianfa’s bar was sealed and swept over and over. Gao Ling was killed and the area around 100 meters around the spillway tunnel was gnawed by police dogs. There is not one left... Now even the Gao Baokang family has been completely swept away. If there is no abnormality after the test results come out in two days, what else will they do?
Monitoring is not a panacea. The celestial eye system is under construction and development, but it cannot cover every corner and every centimeter of human society.
As if driven by some force, Bu Chonghua got up like sleepwalking and walked into the house again.
——After killing Gao Ling, is it possible for Gao Baokang to return home?
——He followed Gao Ling for more than a month. In this month, is it possible that the oriole was also spying on the praying mantis, so that it left clues?
Bu Chonghua walked from every corner of the room, following in his footsteps, scenes of the murderer's life appeared in the void:
Gao Baokang, who was sitting at the square table eating takeaway, gobbled it up while staring at the live game video. He put the phone on the tissue box, swept around, grabbed something and put it behind the phone case, supporting the screen and standing up diagonally——
The tabletop was messy, and there was a round object on the half-empty tissue box, which was a shriveled orange.
Gao Baokang, who was sitting in front of the computer and playing games, sometimes yelled at him, sometimes violently pressed the mouse and hit the keyboard. When he was excited, he could not flick the soot. The old cigarette butt fell on the ground around the edge of the table. After a long time, Gao Baokang, who was impatient, moved his cigarette butt to the table. Last press——
On the left side of the alien’s computer, the paint on the desktop is mottled, and several dots have been blackened over the years.
The countless paper balls under the bed, the dots of stains on the walls, the empty snack bags on the corners, the takeaway receipts in the trash can... all tell the empty and repeated routine before the Lord's life. In another time and space, the countless Gao Baokang, who played games, watched videos, smoked and cursed, and intoxicated himself, silently interprets his pale and hopeless short life in front of Bu Chonghua's eyes, everything is small and small, and then disappears with light and shadow.
Bu Chonghua opened the closet, lifted the quilt, and opened every drawer of the bedside table.
Gao Baokang bought some female underwear on second-hand trading websites. As for those inferior lipsticks, powder puffs, plastic combs, and aunt's red watermelon green mango yellow and other bottles of nail polish, he may have left them when he took the escort home. . These things are not many, they are all piled up in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The underwear straps are tangled and knotted, and they are darkened because they have not been washed for a long time. The middle drawer was stuffed with various chargers and data cables, replaced computer parts, and scrapped mouse and a keyboard. The top drawer was filled with cigarette cases, earplugs, cold medicine, nail clippers, paper drawers, hotel lighters, etc. It was so full, Bu Chonghua reached out and took it out, but found nothing unusual.
He straightened up, and then a flash of lightning illuminated the room, and something in the pile of fragments in the drawer jumped into his sight-a half bottle of transparent nail polish.
In fact, it is not surprising that Gao Baokang also collects several bottles of nail polish, all in red, orange, yellow and green.
But at that moment, a trace of unspeakable suspicion suddenly stopped Bu Chonghua's movements.
Aren’t the female items in the bottom drawer?
"..." He hesitated for a moment, turned on the bedside lamp and moved closer, then reached in again and carefully rummaged through the mess of clutter. Not long after, he dug out several bottles of nail polish from the innermost corner of the drawer. They were all transparent, but most of them were empty.
If the red nail polish still has a strong feminine color, what do these transparent nail polishes represent? Why are the most commonly used lighter paper boxes together? 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
Suddenly an unthinkable thought flashed through Bu Chonghua's mind.
Gao Baokang is not collecting them, he is...using them.
But why should a man use transparent nail polish?
"Bu Chonghua!" Wang Jiuling's roar came from the gate, mixed with the sound of the pouring rain: "Where are you! Are you going to diarrhea! Damn, it will be bright if you don't come out again!"
Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, staring closely at the few transparent bottles on the table, countless suspicious points, like hundreds of millions of shining points of light floating in the deep sea, and gradually returning to the deep darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a faint light flashed like a hairspring in the abyss——
Thunder shattered the sky, booming!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around, reached into the closet with one hand, and lifted the row of wire hangers. The heavy rain outside the window reflected his expressionless face, but his lips were tightly tightened due to extreme tension. A few seconds later he touched what he was looking for, and relentlessly yanked from the clothes hanger-slam!
Suck!
A few pairs of jeans were thrown on the bed, Bu Chonghua's fingers trembled, and he touched the inner side of his trousers one by one. At that moment, his heart shrank sharply, and a strong blood was crazily squeezed toward the limbs——
Stepping stepping steps from far to near, Wang Jiuling rushed into the room: "You're the devil again, I beg you not hurry up..."
"I found the evidence."
"Quickly pack up...what did you say?!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes were bloodshot, he staggered half a step, leaned against the wall and stood his feet, grabbed two bottles of nail polish from the bedside table and held them in front of him, panting violently and laughing hoarsely: "See what this is?"
Wang Jiuling was in a daze.
"Kaobaokang is a patient with immune system disorders. The specific manifestation is metal allergy. It is so serious that all metal products that contact the human body must be covered with transparent nail polish, including the inside of the belt head, the metal buckle of jeans, and even the metal zipper of the outer pants that does not directly touch the skin. Li Hongxi explained that the internal frame of the human bone helmet is made of silver. The main component of Tibetan silver is not silver, but copper-nickel alloy, which is the nickel-copper alloy that is most likely to cause strong metal allergies. As long as Gao Baokang wears it, heavy rain and humid environment will aggravate the metal. The release of nickel quickly caused itching, swelling and ulceration of the entire head and face, and even suffocation in severe cases. Therefore, it is basically impossible for him to wear a helmet to track and kill and then escape. He does not have the ability to kill Nian Xiaoping!"
Wang Jiuling was truly stunned. The goose bumps climbed up layer by layer along his back, terrified of what to say.
"The skeleton killer He Xingxing saw was another person. There was also a murderer hidden behind the 502 murder." Bu Chonghua restrained his breath, wore investigating gloves, grabbed the transparent nail polish and put it in a bag of evidence. He walked out quickly: "——I immediately went back to the branch office to do an autopsy on Gao Baokang's remaining limbs, and a report of the immune system disorder was issued overnight. Nian Xiaoping's death cannot be combined and closed. The files will be separated from tomorrow and the investigation will be restarted!"
