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  Just as he finished speaking, Zou Mu walked over with big strides, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Seeing Lin Yuan, he relaxed: "You've arrived just in time, have you heard about the case?"

  Lin Yuanxi said: "One part, the complete case files have not been obtained yet."

  "I know," Zou Muyuan nodded and gestured for the two to follow him: "Let's talk in my office."

  Zou Mianyuan rarely used his office once, Lin Yuankui frowned and motioned for Xia Zhu to follow.

  Until she entered Zou Muyuan's office, Xia Zhu felt that she had just understood a word -

  There is order in chaos.

  The office was so messy that the door could hardly be pushed open, and you had to be careful not to step on the many things scattered all over the floor. Zou Mianyuan, this fine young man, jumped up with a nearly comical posture, picked up a stack of documents from the table, and carefully jumped back: "They're all here."

  "Old case files?" Lin Yuan furrowed his brow: "I think that pile of corpses is quite fresh."

  "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." Zou Muyuan and Xia Zhu said in unison, after which Zou Muyuan burst out laughing. He stretched out his hand as if to pat Xia Zhu on the head, saying "Not bad, not bad."

  Unfortunately, the place where his hand fell was Lin Yuan's palm. Lin Yuan's fingers were slightly cool, and he looked at Zhou Mingyu's big paws with a somewhat disgusted expression, casually throwing them aside: "Continue."

  Zou Mianyuan shook his head and smiled: "Nothing to say, the dismemberment case ten years ago, didn't expect that after so long someone would still think of reenacting it."

  "Ten years ago," Xia Zhu suddenly took over: "Are you referring to Lu Yin's case?"

  That year, there was an old night watchman who had killed a group of people on duty in his own office building. His technique was superb and his acting skills were top-notch. At that time, the surveillance facilities were not advanced, and he almost escaped the law. In the end, it was only because a police undercover agent participated that Lu Yin was caught. Unfortunately, that undercover agent seemed to have been stimulated and retired soon after.

  "It's just that," Zou Muyuan nodded and said: "Even the scene is exactly the same."

  Lin Yuanqi said coolly by the side, "Equally perverted," he flipped through the case file twice before sighing, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a bloody scene."

  Bloody? Xia Zhu thought of stretching out her hand, just as Lin Yuan Er said: "Intestines, heart, and ten fingers are all stored in glass bottles. The murderer is a collector, so..."

  "What's in our hands is a bit of a problem." Xia Zhu quickly picked up the conversation.

  Lin Yuan furrowed his brow slightly: "The murderer trusted the person who handed us the thing."

  It's Xi Ben again.

  His name is like a dark cloud, but Xia Zhuo understands that there will always be a day when the clouds are swept away and the sun appears.

  "We'll take the case files back with us. I'll give you the analysis results soon," Lin Yuan thought for a moment and asked again, "Is the crime scene unified?"

  "There's no big connection," Zou Muyu sighed: "If you must say, most of them are at night shift construction sites."

  Construction site... Xia Zhu thought, if it's a man walking alone at night, it's possible. But if it's a woman, it's unlikely that she would be walking alone from the construction site late at night. If she had to walk through, there must have been someone accompanying her. So the killer was either strong enough to control two people or had a deadly weapon that could kill with one hit. However, according to what Sheng Yuan said earlier, there were no knife wounds or gunshot wounds. If it was done using poison, it would be difficult to investigate after such a long time.

  Lin Yuanxu fell into contemplation once again, and on the way back he didn't utter a single word. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Xia Zhu would have thought he was asleep.

  Until they returned to the villa, Xia Zhu stretched out her hand and hesitated for a moment before stopping on Lin Yuan's face, trying to wake him up. However, she saw Lin Yuan suddenly open his black onyx-like eyes, with a hint of mischief in their depths. He looked at Xia Zhu for a while before speaking slowly: "Want to suffocate me?"

  "Nothing..." Xia Zhu awkwardly withdrew her hand, Lin Yuanxi opened the car door and got out, thought for a moment and came back to open a gap for Xia Zhu.

  Such a small gesture almost made Xia Zhu feel honored and surprised, and she quickly thanked him and followed him.

  "If it were you, what do you think would lead you to dissect the victim?" Lin Yuanxi seemed to enjoy this kind of leading question, and he scribbled randomly on the whiteboard as he asked.

  Xia Zhu fell into thought, gazing at the relationship chart on the whiteboard, and said, "I think it's out of a desire for control."

  Lin Yuan furrowed his brow and said calmly: "Most murderers commit crimes out of a desire for control, switch to another."

  "It seems that not everyone can dissect human organs so completely," Xia Zhu said slowly: "Can I assume the murderer has a medical background?"

  "Are you a medical student or were you one?" Lin Yuan shook his head without hesitation: "In an era where network information is developing so rapidly, wanting someone to treat illnesses for others may require a foundation in medicine, but dissecting a person, this itself is no different from being a butcher, it's just a matter of skill and practice."

  Xia Zhu was speechless, she stood up and looked at the whiteboard, on which Lin Yuanke had stuck many photos with magnets, all of which were pictures of the victims' dead bodies. Xia Zhu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said: "If he killed people to collect something, why did he throw away these glass jars filled with the victims' organs?"

  "There are two possibilities," Lin Yuan said: "The first is to attract public attention and satisfy his psychological satisfaction of imitation, the second is because... these things are not what he needs."

  Xia Zhu felt a chill run down his spine.

  In a civilian house.

  A middle-aged man was humming a tune, the melody slightly strange, but he hummed very seriously. He slowly opened the set of knives in front of him, which were surgical knives, looking sharp and gleaming.

  He slowly walked towards the person on the operating table, his lips curled up slightly, with a sense of satisfaction and joy that was almost pathological: "You've finally arrived," his fingers slowly covered the short hair on the person's head: "I've always hoped to cure you, what do you think? Look, how beautiful..."

  The man on the operating table grew more and more terrified, but had to lift his head with his movements, looking at the wall not far away, which was full of glass jars, one of which contained a blonde woman's head, gazing over with a gentle expression. The man on the operating table finally collapsed, letting out a loud cry of pain.

  The sound is heart-wrenching and ear-piercing, making it hard for people to remain unmoved.

  The middle-aged man smiled as he looked at all of this, slowly raising his knife...

  The door was knocked, and the man slightly stunned, put down the knife and walked over slowly.

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