Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Secret Files

Early on Wednesday morning, Meng Die excitedly ran to the editor-in-chief's office, sat down, and said, "Chief editor, are you looking for me?" "I have a bold idea, let's see if you dare to accept it." The editor-in-chief of Meng Die's publishing house is a bald man, rubbing his head and smiling like a flower. "Let's hear it." Meng Die folded her arms and placed it on the table. She knew that the editor-in-chief was not a simple role. "The serial murder case that is on the news right now, do you pay attention?" the editor-in-chief asked tentatively.

"Aren't you..." Meng Die showed a chilly feeling, she kind of guessed it. "This case is pending, and many detective fans are paying attention. What's more, the murder method in your current manuscript is exactly the same as this serial murder case." The editor-in-chief was a little excited. "Don't scare me, it's just a coincidence, okay?" Meng Die panicked. "You should take advantage of the opportunity. Anyway, your book hasn't been published yet. As long as you make some revisions, you can use the popularity of the serial murder case to increase sales."

"That's true." Meng Die also thought it was an opportunity, "But in this way, will it give people the feeling of plagiarism?" "You can change it into a semi-documentary novel. Well, psychological suspense is what you are best at. You can start from the psychological point of view of the murderer, the victim, or the police, and focus on the reasoning part, emphasizing the motivation and character relationship, and then Combined with the real on-site evidence and the means of murder, it will be completely perfect." "It's a good idea, but chief editor, how can it be so easy to get internal police information?"

"Don't say I won't help you." The editor-in-chief took out a stack of papers and put them on the table, "Go back and take a look." "Wow, you are so great!" Meng Die excitedly picked up the materials and rushed back to her studio. "It's up to you." The editor-in-chief yelled, "Now we can pay bonuses again." Jun Ze was woken up by a phone call. It was Situ who told him that the doctor had made a new discovery and told him to hurry over.Jun Ze got up immediately and pushed open the bathroom door.Suddenly, he stopped, and he felt that there was another person in the bedroom.Behind him, in front of the vanity mirror, sat a quiet and thin figure.Junze turned his head, the gorgeous curtains hanging down blocked the glare of the glare, making the lonely shadow under the curtains even more ghostly.The man's long hair was loose, and his face could not be seen.Jun Ze tried his best to look in the mirror, but his pale but beautiful face was covered by the long hair hanging down.Jun Ze gasped, his whole body unconsciously fell backwards, and hit the bathroom door, making a discordant sound.

"Why, did it scare you?" The person in the mirror spoke softly, indifferently and sadly. Jun Ze was familiar with that voice, and his eyes gradually turned from relief after being frightened to anger after waking up.He walked over quickly, grabbed her arm, and twisted her body.The whole long hair fell down, revealing a refreshing short hair.An Ran, it is An Ran. "Do you think this is fun? Do you think you can become her?" Jun Ze asked loudly. "I don't want to be her at all, I just want to get rid of her!" The voice was sharp and harsh. "Can you drive away?" Jun Ze's face was deformed, "A person who lives in my heart, can you drive away?"

"She's dead!" An Ran roared, her voice hoarse. Crack, a slap in the face.The person who fell stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly smiled, "You have become a lot more irritable recently, and you don't look like you anymore." "You go." Jun Ze began to change clothes. "More and more people are dying, you're getting nervous." Jun Ze's face was ugly, but he held back and didn't attack. "You've worked hard too, don't say anything." An Ran smiled slightly, but her voice was so cold that there was no warmth.

Jun Ze started to wear a tie, pulling it desperately, but he couldn't get the triangle. "Hiding so many things is very risky." An Ran watched Jun Ze walk towards the door, and continued to speak in a toneless manner. Jun Ze started to wear leather shoes, stepped on his heels a few times, but couldn't get them in. "I'm very happy with what you did for me." An Ran's eyes never moved away from Jun Ze. Jun Ze picked up the car keys. An Ran's smile disappeared, her face was as white as paper, covered with a layer of frost, "You still care about me."

"Enough!" Jun Ze slammed the half-open door without warning, turned around and pointed at An Ran, and said, "An Ran, I warn you, stop playing tricks, I can't protect you." "Unless you give up on her, you will protect me." An Ran smiled again, with a miserable smile in her confidence. Jun Ze couldn't stand her waywardness, and her nervousness seemed to have become a habit.This feeling is familiar to him. Jun Ze rushed back to the police station, tried to calm down, and walked into the meeting room.Forensic doctor Yuan Qiu stood beside Situ solemnly, handing a report to Situ.Situ opened it for a glance, then opened his eyes wide, "What? Hair?" Situ rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly, and was about to look again when Jun Ze snatched the forensic report.

"That's right, the forensic doctor finally concluded that the murder weapon was hair." Jun Ze was happy to accept this hypothesis.He thought to himself: Fortunately, it's not the strings. "How is this possible?" Situ still shook his head unwilling to believe it. "Actually, even I think this judgment is too bold, but this possibility is indeed the highest." Yuan Qiu said, "I checked the corpse carefully, and I really couldn't find any wounds other than the human body." The substance remains, so I remembered that I found broken hair on the body of the deceased, so I had this bold idea. When very thick hair is gathered together, its strength will not be inferior to that of nylon. Rope or something."

"It turns out that those hair hanging on the TV are not nonsense." Situ also gradually accepted this assumption, "If you want to wrap a full circle around the neck of the deceased, and it must be long enough to pull it hard, the hair must be very tight. Long, so the murderer is a woman?" Yuan Qiu shook his head, "The hair found on the body of the deceased belonged to women and men. Although I can be sure that the hair is natural hair, that is, real hair, because most of the wigs nowadays are made of real human hair collected by barbershops. Therefore, based on the current evidence alone, I cannot judge whether the murderer's hair was separated from the human body when he committed the crime."

"So, even if the murder weapon is the hair, the line still doesn't mean much." Situ was a little disappointed. "That's not necessarily the case," Yuan Qiu walked behind Situ and said in a gesture of wrapping his hair around his neck. "Of all the dead, the tallest was 185 centimeters, the shortest was 163 centimeters, and the dead's neck was the longest. There are 46 centimeters, and the shortest is 30 centimeters. Assuming that the murderer directly strangled the neck of the deceased with his own hair, considering the height, neck circumference and the angle and moment when the murderer pulled hard, the length of the hair must be more than 150 centimeters. Long natural hair is almost hard to find in reality. And hair has weight, 150 cm long hair weighs at least 10 catties, which is definitely a burden for the murderer who needs to move quickly and evacuate quickly. What's more, From the perspective of scientific evidence, if the murder weapon is the hair that has not separated from the human body, something should be left on the wound, for example, dandruff, but I found nothing, so I am biased towards the second hypothesis." As Yuan Qiu spoke, he changed his posture of pulling the rope-like object with both hands and strangled Situ from behind, "The murderer strangled the deceased with collected natural hair. The hair has been processed without leaving any traces of biological cells, and the hair The length only needs to be more than 90 centimeters, which is enough to complete the murder." "90 centimeters? That's at least below the hips," Jun Ze looked at Yuan Qiu and said, "It grows so long, who would be willing to cut it?" Yuan Qiu smiled and said: "Well, you are going to ask the barber shop, their answer is more authoritative, and with such long hair, no matter whether it is the one who was cut, the one who cut the hair, or the one who picked it up, the barber shop I should have an impression. However, I don't rule out the possibility that the murderer cut off his own hair after growing it. I hope it's not the case. What's more, the speculation just now is based on the premise that the murder weapon is hair, and this premise, now It's just my guess, without any direct evidence to support it." Yuan Qiu said, looking at Junze and Situ apologetically. Situ let out a long breath, and frowned at Junze depressedly, Junze smiled perfunctorily, then turned his head away, no one saw the sudden relief on his face. Meng Die changed the battery of the phone, turned it on again, and propped up her chin with her hand, staring at the table of documents in a daze. "My great writer, why are you frowning?" Ling Yutang came in with a smile. "Aren't you going to fly in the afternoon, why are you still here?" Meng Die immediately put on a straight face. "Let me come over to make sure, will you fly over to meet me this Friday?" Ling Yutang lay down on the sofa. "I'm not meeting you, I'm meeting the readers. You just happened to be there. As the boss of the vanguard of the times, how can I keep you out of the reader exchange meeting?" Meng Die expressed displeasure by pouring tea. He kicked Ling Yutang politely. Ling Yutang sat up, "Can't you pretend to be nice to me?" "You know it's just pretending, but you still care about it?" Meng Die sat back and continued to read the information. "What are you looking at?" Ling Yutang snatched it up. "It's not gossip, you won't be interested." Meng Die snatched it back. "Wait," Ling Yutang immediately snatched back, "This person looks familiar." "No way!" Meng Die snatched it back to look, it was a file photo of one of the deceased, "You don't know him, do you?" Meng Die was a little startled. "I can't remember, it looks a little familiar." Ling Yutang sat back on the sofa indifferently, "What the hell is it? You're nervous." "The secret file is fine." Meng Die glared at him. Seeing that Meng Die was not interested in answering him at all, Ling Yutang had no choice but to leave in disappointment. At night, in a dark room, the computer glows with fluorescent lights, and the cursor moves rapidly. Next target? Lingyutang... After the command was issued, the black figure gently leaned against the back of the chair. When Jun Ze returned home, An Ran had already left.Jun Ze's mood was a bit complicated, he lay down on the bed, stared at the ceiling, a burst of dizziness hit him, his soul had traveled through time and space—— "You bastard, I won't let you go—" The poor woman was dragged and pulled, and was illuminated by countless flashing lights. "Don't shoot, don't shoot!" A person's power is always small, squeezed by the crowd and humiliated. "What are you doing? Don't, don't follow us—" Teenagers search for breath in the gap between people. The chaotic scene made Junze have the urge to run away. After struggling, when he woke up, it was already dawn.Jun Ze turned his head to the low cabinet aside, looked at the empty photo frame set up on the counter, and said silently: Be quiet, why can't I be quiet? The day before the weekend, Situ proposed a third discussion of the case. Once everyone arrived, he swung the file of the deceased triumphantly and said, "After careful consideration, I think this serial murder is not a short-term plan." "Interesting, let's continue." Jun Ze encouraged him. "Six dead, one was a professor at an international school, one was a model contracted by a foreign company, one was a foreign businessman, one was a tour guide for an international travel agency, and two were pilots and flight attendants. Although these people The occupations are different, but one thing is that their jobs require them to go abroad irregularly or even frequently, and stay abroad for a long time. In this way, the chances of the murderer being able to strike are not so stable, especially within two months. Concentrating on committing crimes in a short period of time shows that he has a high level of understanding and observation of the deceased. If they are not relatives and friends and do not have frequent contact, then the observation time must be long to a certain extent, otherwise it is impossible to pinch the time so accurately. "The more Situ spoke, the more confident he became, almost affirming his speculation. "I agree, and besides, I have another idea." Junze began to write and draw on the blackboard, "We can make the so-called common ground bigger, for example, some people that they will all come into contact with. , like barbers, bank clerks, photographers, doctors. Taken to the extreme, if they happen to share a barber or deal with the same bank clerk, then that barber or bank clerk is what they have in common, it’s just that they I just didn’t realize it.” "It makes sense." Situ Ye suddenly understood. Jun Ze took out a stack of documents, "I just reviewed the inventory of the six deceased, and found that they have a common interest, which is reading novels." "I also found this, and I went to some readers' clubs to check, but I didn't find it." Situ said. "So I carefully studied their book list, including the publishing house, including the author. In the end, the emperor pays off." Jun Ze said as he handed over a list. Situ glanced at the list from top to bottom, and suddenly exclaimed, "It's all Meng Die?" Jun Ze nodded, "Look up social relations first, don't rush to alarm her. She is also a celebrity, if she makes a mistake, her superiors will blame her." Situ hummed and made an OK gesture. At 5:40 in the evening, Meng Die returned to the hotel after the exchange meeting, and the doorbell rang before her butt was warmed up.Meng Die sighed, opened the door, and shook her head helplessly. "You have the guts to hide from me, but your secretary doesn't. She betrayed you." Ling Yutang stood at the door holding a red rose. "The reader exchange meeting is over, you are too insincere." Meng Die couldn't help scolding him. "It doesn't matter if the readers are gone, as long as you are still here." "Is there something wrong?" Meng Die threw the flowers directly into the trash can. "Please eat." "Not interested in." "The secret file, you are always interested?" Ling Yutang shook his head, as if he had obtained some treasure. Meng Die was taken aback, "What did you say?" "The last time I saw that photo in your office, I remembered who he is." "Who is it?" Meng Die was indeed a little interested. "Eat with me, and I'll tell you." Ling Yutang began to play a rogue. "Hmph, who is afraid of whom?" Meng Die has always been fearless. Since there is news, of course he will not let it go. Forgive him for not daring to do anything to her, a cash cow. The two didn't go far, they ordered two steak set meals and a few glasses of red wine in the hotel restaurant, and Ling Yutang confessed.Meng Die originally accompanied him to eat with the mentality of giving it a try, but in the end, she really got something to eat.Ling Yutang said that the person in the photo was his time witness. "Time witness? Have you been sued?" Meng Die didn't believe it. "It happened seven or eight years ago. A lunatic accused me of raping her. It was a joke." Ling Yutang's expression was exaggerated. "Rape?" Meng Die was sweating. "I don't look like that kind of person." Ling Yutang said innocently. Meng Die was noncommittal. "Hey, you don't believe me, do you?" Ling Yutang smiled flatteringly. "It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, as long as the judge believes you." Meng Die didn't buy it. "Of course the judge believed me, did he believe that lunatic? There were six witnesses to prove it for me." "What did you say? Six witnesses?" Meng Die's heart skipped a beat. "That's right." Ling Yutang took another sip of wine and hiccupped. "Where is the woman who sued you now?" Seeing that he was a little drunk, Meng Die hurriedly asked the question. "How do I know, it seems to be dead." Ling Yutang narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and let out heavy breathing with his face pressed against the table. "Dead?" Meng Die felt as if something was broken, and her eyes darkened.