Chapter 3 Murder Plan 2

  "No problem!" Watching her friend hastily leave with a gloomy face, Zhang Tong felt an unprecedented unease in her heart.

  Suddenly, a dull thunder echoed in the sky, and dark clouds gradually gathered from behind the distant Mount Li. Before long, the entire sky above Tianchang City turned much darker. The thunder grew louder

  The dark clouds pressed the sky, making it hard to breathe. The sunlight had long since disappeared, and although it was still noon, it gave people a feeling of being in the evening. The rain came suddenly, pattering down loudly.

  The rain poured down on the ground, splashing up dust and heat from the surface, which quickly mixed with the rainwater to form mud. People were caught off guard by the sudden storm and scattered to take shelter under eaves...

  The sidewalk was soon packed with people taking shelter from the rain.

  Standing in front of the window, looking at the sky that was still sunny more than ten minutes ago but suddenly became a torrential downpour, Wang Yanan muttered to herself: "This weather is changing too fast!"

  The phone rang, and Wang Yan hurried over to the telephone, picking up the receiver.

  "Uh... okay! I'll be right down!"

  It was Little Liu from the forensic duty room who made the call. The results were out on Zhang Tong's side, and Wang Yanan was anxious.

  As soon as Wang Yan walked into the autopsy room, she felt that the atmosphere was somewhat different from usual. Pan Jian stood silently at the workbench, checking the clothes in his hand which obviously belonged to the deceased.

  His expression was serious; Zhao, the reporter, stood aside, holding a pen and recording something. Zhang Tong heard the door's movement, but simply waved his hand without lifting his head, indicating that Wang Ya Nan should hurry over.

  Wang Yanan changed into her work clothes and walked nervously towards the autopsy table, asking in a low voice: "Xiao Tong, what's going on? I think your two apprentices seem a bit off?"

  "Very normal, in the dissecting room, no one's complexion is normal." She stretched out her right hand and pointed to the face of the corpse in front of her, "Take a closer look, have you noticed anything?"

  ？”

  The deceased had been completely freed from the thick plastic sheet that was originally wrapped around him, and those heavy "shrouds" were carefully placed on another sheet less than two meters away.

  On a rusty dissecting table. Ironically, at first glance, it looks like a human body.

  The deceased's outer garments have been removed and neatly placed on the workbench. At this moment, the deceased is simply covered with a white cloth that has been disinfected, under the strong illumination of the white light.

  The lower part appears particularly dazzling; while the white cloth is lifted, the skin on the surface of the deceased becomes abnormally pale due to excessive blood loss.

  Wang Yan looked for half a day and still couldn't see anything. She shook her head helplessly: "Don't test me, Xiao Tong, I'm not a forensic doctor."

  Zhang Tong didn't smile, but pointed at the deceased's skin: "Don't you feel that the deceased is particularly clean? Look, these few places on the skin still have signs of damage, it feels like something was rubbed hard.

  Moreover, the deceased's fingernails," she said, lifting up the deceased's hands and pointing at the neatly trimmed nails. "I have never seen such perfectly manicured nails.

  I couldn't extract any useful evidence from it at all! You smell the surface of the deceased's skin again."

  It was all thanks to the thick "shroud" that the smell of the deceased's skin did not spread quickly. Wang Yan brought her nose closer to the body, and a pungent smell rushed towards her face. She quickly...

  Coming in front of those plastic sheets, smelling them too, same smell, this smell is very familiar!

  "Xiao Tong, how come she smells like hospital disinfectant?" Wang Ya Nan furrowed her brow, a look of puzzlement on her face.

  "She's been thoroughly cleaned!" Zhang Tong deliberately emphasized the two words "cleaned".

  "So, what was the cause of death?"

  His hand pointed to the victim's neck, his tone colder than the temperature in the autopsy room: "A wound 6.3 cm deep, the carotid artery was severed, the trachea was cut off, she was suffocated by her own blood"

  "Drowning in a sea of liquor."

  "What time did he die?"

  "Eighteen hours ago, no more than twenty hours."

  "At present, her identity cannot be determined." Wang Yanan anxiously looked at the deceased's severely swollen and deformed face after death, thinking that even if it was the deceased's closest friend, no one would recognize her.

  She can definitely recognize her now.

  Zhao Junjie suddenly spoke up beside him. He had obviously hesitated for a long time: "I... I think I know who she is!"

  Everyone in the room suddenly focused their attention on him.

  In the conference room of Tianchang Public Security Bureau, including Li who was in charge of criminal investigation, there were only eight people seated. Among them, there was a face that Wang Yanan seemed to have never seen before, and his mind was blank.

  No impression at all.

  To minimize media attention, Director Li had made a strict requirement before the meeting that the fewer people who knew about it, the better. As case after case emerged, Director Li was being harassed by the all-pervasive media and was at his wit's end.

  Can't take it anymore.

  "The deceased is Zhao Huiqin, a 36-year-old female anchor of the city's TV station." Wang Yan introduced the situation of the deceased while showing everyone a photo of her when she was alive. The crowd...

  Their eyes kept wandering back and forth between the two contrasting photos. It was a natural reaction, the deceased's photo from when he was alive, young and full of energy, versus his current state as a resident of Tianchang City

  The news "number one sister", Tianchang City's "gate face", Zhao Huiqin's appearance is undoubtedly eye-catching, although she is already 36 years old, but on this face, the years left behind are simply invisible.

  Traces, a well-maintained face exudes the pride unique to successful people. However, looking back at the post-mortem photo, from the same angle, the deceased's complexion is deathly pale, lips tightly closed, eyes slightly shut, and face

  The body was twisted and swollen due to death, especially the deep fatal wound on the neck, which made everyone who saw it feel shocked and horrified.

  "The deceased had no enemies when she was alive and never had any grudges with anyone. Although she was a TV host, her social circle was very simple. The last time she appeared in people's sight was this week"

  At 8:30 that evening, she took a taxi home from the intersection as usual after work. However, until midnight that day, her mother had not waited for her daughter to return home. I also saw the surveillance video at the intersection.

  Everything is normal, the deceased took a dark blue taxi after leaving the TV station. According to the color of the taxi, we visited the largest Bao Ding Taxi Company in the city and tracked down the result through GPS positioning.

  It appears that during this time period, there were no taxis from the company near the TV station to pick up passengers. In other words, the mysterious taxi that took away the deceased was very likely a fake one used by the murderer.

  ！”

  "What kind of person would go to such great lengths? A fake taxi? Just to kill a woman?"

  Upon hearing such doubts, Wang Yan just wanted to respond when the strange man who he had never met before stood up: "Let me say a few words."

  "This is Liu Chunxiao, a criminal psychology expert from the Municipal Procuratorate. He has come over specifically to assist us in cracking this series of homicide cases!"

  Liu Chunxiao smiled slightly and nodded to everyone, which was enough as a greeting: "I don't dare to take the title of expert, this is just my hobby. So, I'll just talk about my views..."

  "Alright." He lowered his head and took a glance at the notebook spread out in front of him, then began to speak directly to the point: "Combining the two cases, the target that this criminal suspect has set is always that kind of...

  The social nature is very simple women, it can be said that their choice is random, they are selected only because their respective conditions meet the requirements of the perpetrator to varying degrees.

  They themselves didn't do anything. The murderer chose the first target, a female college student, and obviously made very sufficient preparations, from the initial approach to the subsequent violence and even the route of throwing the body.

  All were carefully selected. The first victim was kidnapped and killed over a relatively long period of time, while the second victim was rushed to be harmed shortly after being kidnapped, which suggests that the murderer

  The hand was stimulated by external information, so the second murder case was relatively hasty. The murderer mainly wanted to convey information to us, and he proved his omnipotence through the deceased. We can't catch him

  "Living with him." He paused intentionally at this point, "Next, I'd like to make a character analysis of the murderer based on a series of related circumstances."

  Wang Yanan furrowed her brow, she didn't like it when others interfered with the work she was doing well, but it wasn't good to show it, so she could only patiently listen quietly.

  "This killer is a typical perfectionist and very narcissistic, which can be seen very clearly from the way he handled the victim's body. The victim's body was like his masterpiece."

  He would spend a lot of time to carefully handle things according to his own ideas, with very strong control over his desires. He had experienced a major change in his life, which made him highly vigilant and cautious.

  There is a certain person or thing around him that fills with unspeakable hatred, he is avenging those who have hurt him or the people or groups in his life that he cares about most. In this regard, I tend to think that we are

  An department, he wants to see our joke. Nowadays we have already felt the huge pressure from media and social masses very clearly. From the time when the case happened until now, many newspapers and magazines have been talking about it.

  He has some minor complaints about our speed in cracking the case. And these, I think, are the returns he most wants to see.

  "As for the perpetrator, my depiction is a male, between 30 to 45 years old, physically strong, with a deep medical background knowledge, proficient in human anatomy and pharmacology. Single. High income."

  Affluent, owning at least one Santana 2000 model car. Owns a private residence, because if he didn't have a private residence, then he had nowhere to perform such an elaborate autopsy on the first victim.

  "My suggestion is to screen all cases related to our public security department that have occurred in our Tianchang city recently and caused controversy among the families of the deceased, and then combine the age and medical history of the perpetrators"

  "After comparing and analyzing the academic background from two aspects, there should be some findings."

  Liu Chunxiao's statement was well-reasoned and logical, and as soon as he finished speaking, the conference room, which had been silent just a moment before, erupted into a warm round of applause. Even Wang Yanan, who had not taken him seriously at first, came over to congratulate him.

  Made a 180-degree turn, and instead looked at the prosecutor with admiring eyes, especially those wise eyes, which left a deep impression on Wang Ya Nan.

  Deep impression.

  "Xiao Tong, do you know that prosecutor named Liu Chunxiao?" Wang Yan's eyes sparkled with spirit. This was a rare sight for Zhang Tong. It was also the only time so far that Wang Yan

  It's not because of official business that he came to the forensic autopsy room to find Zhang Tong before work, "I just finished a meeting with him, he's really impressive! He's an expert in psychology! His analysis is spot on!"

  Zhang Tong nodded: "I know, he's my high school classmate. But he's a prosecutor, psychology isn't his specialty."

  "This doesn't matter! Liu Chunxiao is your high school classmate? I really didn't expect it!" Wang Yanan casually plopped herself down on the stainless steel dissecting table, "Does he have a girlfriend?"

  As soon as he heard this, Zhang Tong was shocked and his mouth opened wide. Although it had been over ten years since he got to know Wang Ya Nan, he knew that she had always been single to a large extent because of her own career.

  It's made for trouble, after all, not many men want their wife to be a hot-headed police officer who can't help but use martial arts moves at the drop of a hat, but there are also some factors that come from Wang Yan's own pride and arrogance.

  There aren't many men who can enter her eyes. Now, unexpectedly, he has mistakenly moved his heart for Liu Chunxiao, and Zhang Tong thinks of this, and can't help but laugh dryly.

  "What are you laughing at?"