Chapter 19 Chapter 1 The Woman in White

The three of Situ formed a circle with a pile of materials in the middle.It is said to be a pile, but in fact it is only a few sheets of paper.There are no photos of the deceased, no identity documents, no relationship and background information, no remnants and suspicious traces at the scene, and nothing but the autopsy report of the deceased.Although the dead can provide the most clues, the value of a dead person without a face is greatly reduced from the perspective of providing clues. "Forensic identification showed that there were a large amount of hypnotic drugs in the body of the deceased, which was the cause of death. We checked the pharmacy, but there was no result."

"You can check the ophthalmology department of the hospital," Mo Fei shook the information, "the forensic doctor said that the deceased had some collision injuries. Judging from the location and degree of newness of the injuries, the deceased was probably a person who had not been blind for a long time, because he was not used to it Visual life, so easy to bruise." "I checked, and all the blind patients due to various reasons are still alive. The Disabled People's Association has also investigated, and all the blind members are still alive." Situ spread his hands.

"Hypnotized by drugs, disfigured by being doused with sulfuric acid, and left dead in the wilderness, it's interesting." Could it be that he was doing head movements. "What's interesting is that we don't know who died at all!" Jun Ze was not in a good mood, "We contacted the missing persons office, but nothing came of it. At the same time, no one claimed the body, and the body had no obvious physical characteristics, no documents, and no display. The items identifying the deceased were left at the scene, and we couldn't even confirm the identity of the deceased as the first step in solving the case." Jun Ze said angrily.

"Nope," Mo Fei said, "Don't you think the clothes of the dead are strange?" "What's so strange?" Junze and Situ came over. "White dress, white socks, don't you find it strange?" "What's so strange about women wearing all white?" Situ said, just about to turn around, when Jun Ze grabbed him back. "There seems to be something wrong." Jun Ze stared at the photo, "It feels like..." "Like what?" Situ leaned over. "Like hospital gowns." Jun Ze squeezed out an answer, "Is there something wrong with the hospital's files?"

"Are you kidding me!" Situ hit him on the head. "For the convenience of inspection, the hospital gowns are buttoned cardigans. This one is a pullover." Situ pointed to the photo, "Also," he moved his hand to the skirt of the deceased, "How can there be a patient skirt in the hospital?" "That's true." Jun Ze curled his lips, "Could it be, what kind of plane are you doing?" "No, that's not the problem I'm talking about." Mo Fei innocently said, "Now you have confirmed that Saigon is only a place for dumping corpses, not the scene of the first crime, right?"

Situ nodded, "The deceased did not wear shoes, and the soles of the white socks had no soil. It was obvious that she was moved there, so we don't think the first crime scene was in the wilderness of Saigon." "Then, have you noticed that the clothes of the deceased have no traces of dust other than the mud that was stained in the wilderness of Sai Kung?" "Huh?" Jun Ze and Situ were taken aback. "White is the color that is most likely to attract dust. In general life, food, clothing and housing, you will touch different substances, such as wool fibers, greasy or soup, balls on the carpet, hair of people who have been in contact, Sweat, etc., but the report of the Jurisprudence Department did not mention that the deceased’s clothes were stained with substances other than soil and weeds.” Mo Fei put down the information, “Unless the deceased was in a vacuum-like environment before death, how could it be possible? So clean?"

"There is indeed a problem." Situ said. "But this problem," Jun Ze glared at Mo Fei, "it doesn't explain the problem at all." "One more point," Mo Fei continued, "the size of the deceased's clothes obviously did not match his figure, and with the weirdness before, it's hard for me to imagine the conditions under which the deceased would wear such a set of clothes. Could it be Going to bed?" "You mean pajamas?" Situ laughed. "Please, pajamas are either printed or lace now. How can they be like this? They don't even have any stripes. They are more like hospital gowns."

"Yes, that's the problem, and the deceased died at four o'clock in the afternoon, which doesn't seem to be the time to sleep, so why did the deceased choose such a suit of clothes?" "Or, why did the deceased have such a set of clothes?" Jun Ze was inspired, "Could it make sense, this kind of clothes doesn't seem to be bought in a store, where did it come from?" "The murderer prepared it," Situ thought. "After the murderer finished killing, did he change the clothes of the deceased?" "Why do you need to change clothes?" Mo Fei asked.

"Maybe there are traces of the murderer on the old clothes," Jun Ze said, "but those clothes must have been disposed of." "Why don't you change into underwear?" Mo Fei asked again. "Maybe I'm afraid of trouble," Situ thought, "but if that's the case, it's better not to wear anything for her." "Why did you change into white clothes, and all white?" Mo Fei asked again. Junze and Situ were silent for a while, Qiqi turned their heads to Mo Fei, "Is there any special meaning?" Could it be that they were taken aback by them, "I don't know, I'm just asking."

The faces of Junze and Situ drooped immediately, completely speechless. "I know that you may not be interested in what I said, and I don't have any substantive evidence to support my remarks. I rely on just my feelings. I feel that there is a lot wrong here, but I can't express it. I can tell you Yes, that's all." Situ and Junze nodded.They didn't deny that Mo Fei's words were reasonable, but they didn't seem to have too much positive significance for solving the case.But aren't they too?Feeling helpless, maybe it's a beginning. After sending them off, could it be that standing in front of Meng Die's portrait, the appearance of the deceased just now was still in his mind.White clothes, white skirts, white socks, long hair.He thought of the woman he saw in the cemetery, white dress, white skirt, white socks, long hair...

A ghostly cry came from the TV, and Situ's hand holding the photo of the deceased trembled in fright.Situ wiped his sweat, his eyes drifted to the screen.A group of people who couldn't see clearly were wearing black cloaks covering their whole body, holding candles, surrounding something like a coffin, and silently chanting curse-like incantations.Situ rubbed his temples boredly. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the close-ups of the black cloaks, and his pupils gradually dilated.White clothes, black cloak, could it be... An Ran opened the door, Jun Ze blinked at her apologetically. "You didn't bring the key?" An Ran looked at him understandingly, "You can tell from your appearance that there is no progress." "That's not true. Could it be that it's still a bit...an interesting idea." "When the word 'interesting' comes out of your mouth, it won't mean anything." An Ran poured him a cup of tea. "Have you ever seen a woman in white all over her body?" Jun Ze wanted to think more. "Yes, during the funeral." "What if there is no funeral?" An Ran frowned, and suddenly smiled playfully, "Why, have you seen it?" Junze nodded. "Wow, you're damned!" An Ran deliberately teased him. "It's really a ghost." Jun Ze muttered. An Ran stopped, "Hey, that's not what you're talking about..." An Ran thought of the case that confused Jun Ze and Situ. Junze nodded. "Could it be that what you said had some interesting ideas, that's it?" "He said that the clothes on the deceased were not normal, which may be a clue." "The clothes are white, and they are completely white. It feels like..." A blurry picture appeared in An Ran's mind. "Like what?" Jun Ze raised his interest. "Ghost." An Ran came up with a word. Jun Ze was speechless. "Altar." An Ran sketched a familiar image in his mind. Jun Ze stood up, ready to escape. "Sacrifice." An Ran's voice suddenly became louder. Jun Ze stopped. "Jun Ze, could it be..." An Ran stood up with excitement and panic on her face. "Cult ritual!" Jun Ze awakened. The phone rang, startling Jun Ze. "Wow, what's that expression on your face? Is it the midnight bell?" An Ran laughed at him and picked up the phone. "Junze, I thought of it, it's a mysterious religion!" Situ's voice came from the microphone. "You guys really have a good understanding!" An Ran smiled and shook the microphone. Mo Fei hurried to the hospital and knocked on the door of the vice president's office. "You are here." The dean seemed to be saved. "What's wrong? I heard your voice on the phone, it seems that the situation is very serious." Mo Fei sat down. "Medical disputes, and people died." "Is it the responsibility of the hospital?" "Of course not, but the patient's family is entangled and wants to sue, but it happens to be a rich family and cannot be dismissed." "Knowing that he is rich, you have to be careful when you do it. Which doctor is so ruthless that he brought you into this trouble." "Beauty." The dean shrugged. "Haven't you heard of beauty?" Mo Fei grabbed the candy on the table and ate it. "Trouble is coming." The dean pointed to the door. The door opened, and a woman in a white coat entered. Meng Die?Could Fei's candy hadn't been chewed yet, and went down with a thud, almost choking to death. "Meng Die, this is the lawyer Mo I mentioned." The dean stood up and introduced. Meng Die?Is she also called Meng Die?Mo Fei took a deep breath in disbelief, as long as he took a deep breath before, the dream would wake him up.But this time, it doesn't seem to work. "Lawyer Mo." Meng Die stretched out her hand. Even the voice is the same!Could it be that he simply felt that he was not alive.He stretched out his hand mechanically, held it mechanically, and swung it mechanically. "Lawyer Mo?" Meng Die called him. "Ah?" Mo Fei came to his senses, feeling strange in his hand, looked down, and found that he was still holding Meng Die's hand.He quickly wanted to let go, but for some reason, he tightened his grip by an inch, and then suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, and let go quickly. "Well, I still have something to do, why don't you go to Dr. Meng's office to talk about it." The dean sent them to the door, and leaned into Mo Fei's ear, "A beauty is a disaster." Mo Fei was startled and looked at him, only to see a smirk on his face.Could it be that it was hard to justify something, gave him an angry look, and followed Meng Die away. Meng Die got on the elevator, but went to the lobby on the first floor. "Aren't we talking about medical disputes?" Mo Fei asked. "Actually, I'm on vacation today. I'm here because the dean said he had an appointment with you. I'm going to pick up someone at the airport. I can't be late. If you don't mind, we can talk in the car." Even the lips are the same.Mo Fei couldn't help but began to observe her.If there is a ghost in this world, then she is the soul of Meng Die. "You haven't answered me yet." Meng Die said. "Your dean has already paid, and my time today is yours," Mo Fei said.She's not Meng Die. Meng Die doesn't look at him like this.