Chapter 9: The Bloody Case of the Exterminated Family
It's just a habit.
Habit.
It's 'a kind of inertia that can only be changed by paying a certain price.'
Yes, its change requires a price.
But on the other hand, it can also be understood as... As long as the price is sufficient, this inertia can be changed.
Change habits, change loyalty.
So loyalty is entirely based on a price tag.
This is a principle that applies to all things in the world.
……
The view of Xiaoyuan Community from Xiangshan Road is beautiful.
It's called a residential area, but it actually only has one building.
A huge building beyond imagination.
A total of 27 floors, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters.
It was a huge quadrangular smokestack rising from the ground.
And in between is really empty, a community park's skywell that goes through the whole building.
How big is it?
From the first floor, walking from one end to the other, it is three hundred meters long.
This is the legendary real 'Tube House', all residents seem to be living on the edge of a water pipe.
Each room is square and long, with only one house, which can also be divided into several rooms and halls.
From thirty square meters to one hundred square meters or more, each one is tightly adjacent, with over 250 rooms surrounding the floor.
The entire building has twenty-seven floors, with more than six thousand households living here for generations.
It really is... from generation to generation.
This building has a history of fifty years, and it was built by an overseas Chinese who returned to China according to some design concepts abroad. The elevator inside has also been used for fifty years, and it is still the kind that needs to be pulled manually with iron bars.
Every time it rises and falls, it is accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.
Standing at the foot of this massive building, a pungent smell of garbage wafted through her nostrils, and Guo CANYUE couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
This Beiwang Xiaoqu is called 'Hell's Well' by a large number of people in this city.
The people living here are also mostly poor, in all walks of life and in every aspect.
Whether from a health perspective or personnel management, this place can be regarded as the 'blind spot' of the city.
Hardly any young women would pass by here at midnight.
Even the streetlights here are broken, with eight out of ten not working.
Even if I put on a new one, it would still be broken by the second night.
The personnel here are too complicated, so complicated that... they have gradually become a territory that no department wants to manage.
The residents here are very loyal to this place of residence.
Pulling one hair and moving the whole body, there is no department that wants to confront more than 20,000 residents here.
Not worth it, or...not getting what you paid for.
Guo CANYUE has come here for the second time.
And it was just last year, for the first time.
The purpose of this visit is exactly the same as the first time I came.
Everyone...goes into a room to investigate a murder case.
Same location, same modus operandi, same cause of death, same age of the deceased, and even... the time of occurrence is the same.
Midnight... one moment past zero hour.
Guo Can Yue rubbed her nose and beckoned to the new police officer behind her, walking into a building and entering an elevator.
It's now 10 o'clock in the morning, and the whole community is as quiet as death.
Buzz, buzz...
The sound of elevator transmission has become the world's only melody.
18th floor, Room 18.
The five digits on the doorplate read '18018'.
The iron gate and the house door were both open.
But outside had long been hung with warning lines, and even covered with canvas, as if it were a construction site.
In some sense... this is indeed 'under construction'.
The difference is that the construction personnel are from the crime scene investigation department.
This is a newly established department, all of whom are new civil servants who have passed the high-level examination, and some of whom have returned from studying abroad.
So the police hope they can have some achievements to match that large amount of investment and bring back some "returns".
Pushing open the curtain and walking in, I found that there were four people inside wearing tight clothes, holding suitcases and crouching on the ground, constantly checking.
Some of them took out a long strip of light that could emit purple light, some held tweezers and test tubes, constantly collecting blood and hair, and others were constantly taking pictures. Next to one person was putting everything he had photographed into small plastic bags.
Kuo Tsan-yueh rolled her eyes and angrily said: "Who allowed you to start destroying the scene before I've even had a chance to examine it?!"
The four of them were stunned, looked up to see that it was Guo Canshu Yue, and they all hastily stood up, like children who had done something wrong, lowering their heads and rubbing their hands.
They still use their eyes to communicate with each other and talk in low voices, looking good.
"How come nobody said this old lady was coming?"
"Exactly, isn't this harming us?"
"Cut the crap and get things done first."
"I guess... I'd better admit my mistake first"
Kuo Tsan-yueh naturally heard it and helplessly waved his hand, saying: "Go go go, all die on one side!"
Several people jumped away before observing this scene.
Actually...the places that need attention are too obvious.
The room was full of bloodstains.
Wherever the naked eye can see, it's all blood.
It was as if someone had taken a bucket of red paint and splattered it all over the room.
Thick bloody smell, no need to breathe, they drill into the nose by themselves, making people want to sneeze and feel nauseous in waves.
Even though Guo Canshang has been through a lot, there are still some things she can't tolerate.
There were three corpses lying on the ground.
A family of three: father, mother and daughter.
The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, still wearing her school uniform, with a ponytail, lying in the pool of blood, like a half pig on the chopping board at the market.
Kuo Tsan-yueh's teeth were set on edge.
My stomach is also churning and I feel like vomiting.
This is one of the few... cases that Guo Cuan Yue didn't crack that looks good.
It was just a year ago, on the same day and at the same time that she stood here. Except for the different clothes on the mountain of corpses, she was so dazed that she thought she had returned to a year ago.
It was also a family, originally harmonious and beautiful, then... it was gone.
A year ago, Guo CANYUE investigated all those related to that family and even most of the residents in this building.
But nobody knows what's going on.
It wasn't until the next day that they were discovered by their neighbors, who had been alerted by the overpowering smell of blood.
Nowadays, both rooms are uninhabited, they are afraid.
As for the person who reported the incident... it was actually the floor administrator of this building.
He was originally going to pay his respects this morning to the family members who died last year, and had planned to sneak in, after all, he had just moved in and didn't know what had happened before.
But when I arrived, I found out... the nightmare happened again.
The administrator who reported the alarm was also taken away by the police and detained.
After all, he was the first one to discover the scene, so... he became the prime suspect.
But who would have thought that the administrator was a criminal?
Even... no one would think that this is a crime committed by 'human'.
Three people died, bringing the total number of deaths at this time last year to six.
All died of knife wounds.
Three wounds all over the body, from head to toe, at the throat, heart and lower abdomen.
It was a brutal slaughter, even... forensic experts couldn't determine which knife wound was fatal.
The murder weapon was a sharp-pointed French-style kitchen knife, extremely sharp, with a blade that had been honed to the point where it could cut off a hair.
And...the murder weapon was right in front of everyone's eyes.
The dagger stood upright on the table in front of the window, reflecting the sunlight that shone through from outside.
There were fingerprints of everyone in this family on the handle of the knife, but... that was all.
Also because the fingerprints are too clear, it's definitely not that someone wore gloves and used a knife to kill people, as that would have destroyed some of the fingerprints.
It's as if... a family of three is mutually slaughtering each other... and yet it's also like... the knife itself is killing people.
It's just like... the situation from a year ago, exactly the same.
After the efforts of four crime scene investigation team members, it was ultimately proven that this house had no signs of anyone else having been there except for one family.
No hair, no dandruff, no keratin on the body, and no fingerprints anywhere.
Guo Canshang sighed.
He waved his hand and walked out of the house again.
Took two deep breaths, shook his head with a bitter smile.
The mobile phone on his waist suddenly rang.
The number belongs to that young director.
"Hey? Zan Yue ah, where... how is it?"
Zan Yue said: "It's exactly the same as last year's, time, method of killing, scene characteristics, all are exactly the same, it should be a serial killer."
On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence, followed by a slightly trembling voice: "Ran Yue... I think this might not be a serial killer? Is that right? You're currently at the scene, do you feel like there's something strange?"
"The crescent moon frowned and said: 'What exactly do you want to say?'"
The director coughed awkwardly twice and continued, "I mean... is there something unclean over there? Shouldn't we find a few masters to take a good look through other channels?"
The remaining moon rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "You love to do whatever you want, anyway this case I have no way, I still have things to do, hang up the full text!"
He said, and then hung up the phone, giving no face to the director at all.
She flipped her long hair and then...she left.
She really didn't want to come to this place again, because coming was also in vain.
There were no clues at the scene, and according to the administrator, the house was also locked from the inside. The other exit of the room is a high altitude of more than 40 meters straight from the ground.
No reason, no connection, whether it's a random crime...
These were 'perfect' crimes, with no clues other than this universal 'ritual'.
And yet, there were still some things that needed to be taken care of under the remaining moonlight.
That unreliable brother of hers had given her a 'daunting' task before she went in.
It's just that factory from before, going back for something.
As for why it's so difficult?
It's Xiaofeng's repeated request that when taking things, absolutely no one can know about it. If anyone finds out... then wipe out the entire village!
The moon was left with a smudge on its forehead, and it scolded for a long time, 'Are you really becoming a murderer? If this continues, believe me or not, I'll be the one to get rid of you first! So as not to let you bring shame to our orphanage!'
She left the rookie cop behind and drove alone towards the factory.
Stop the car when there is still a short distance left, take out a folding bicycle from the trunk and continue on.
Although his mouth was foul-smelling, Can Yue would execute Xiao Feng's 'orders' with precision, because Xiao Feng... had never made a mistake.
Arrived at the factory, found the workshop of that case.
The area has already been cordoned off.
He walked in from the mouth of the truck that had been hit.
Then carefully searched for a while next to the machine closest to the entrance of that cave.
After a while, I finally found one that was stuck in a corner of the machine and looked like part of it... a black box.
More than 40 centimeters long, in a positive direction, with what appears to be a very solid small lock head on top.
"Mission accomplished!"
The remaining moonlight shone on the box for a moment, and the round thing on the opposite side was very curious, but it didn't open it. Instead, it returned to its own car, went home to change clothes, and then drove to the prison again.
……
A solitary cell in prison.
Turned off all audio-visual equipment and kicked out the prison guards, Canshan only then placed the square box in front of Xiaofeng.
Xiao Feng smiled lightly and pulled the box in front of her, looking left and right, overjoyed.
"Brother, what is this thing after all? Why is it so mysterious?"
"What thing? I don't know."
"Don't know? Don't know what you want me to get?"
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Those bandits planned such a perfect bank heist and succeeded, the gold bars they stole could make each of them live like emperors, but... that sharp-mouthed monkey had already thought of swallowing all these things by himself, isn't this strange?"
Zan Yue said, "What's so strange about that? Snatching things from those companions is easier than robbing a bank, right? Leaving such good gold behind and having to share it with others... if I were in their shoes, I'd kill them all and take it for myself!"
The black line on her forehead was full of sweat. She knew that her younger sister was a money grubber, but she didn't think... her personality had deteriorated to this extent...
He continued: "Of course not, actually robbery is never the hardest part, the hard part is... escaping, selling stolen goods, changing identities and hiding. These are gold, they need a system to be exchanged for money, and the easiest way to escape is to split up in several directions, sell out one or two people, disperse the police's attention..."
Moreover, each industry has its own rules. The underworld sometimes attaches great importance to credibility because they have no legal constraints. Without credibility... everyone can only be a 'lone island'.
Xiao Feng knocked on the box and said, "And in the back, it's full of gold, which can be considered the most precious thing. But this thing is placed alone next to the car seat, even... its existence, not even that fat guy who participated in the whole activity knows about it. If he knew, the police would definitely be able to find it, right?
So... this thing that nobody knows about, was secretly kept by a sharp-mouthed monkey, and he also planned to kill and silence afterwards, not even having any intention of getting rid of the evidence...
Leaving such a large and convenient factory, but not thinking about melting the gold, even if it was melted, the police couldn't take out evidence to say that this batch of gold was looted from the bank...
"All of this... what is it all for?"
"What for?"
Xiao Feng smiled and said, "I was also guessing before, but seeing you really bring this box back, I think... the answer is inside this box. The things in here are what that sharp-mouthed Ning Ke would rather not have credibility, not want that whole car of gold, but must... secretly take away."
It's just a habit.
Habit.
It's 'a kind of inertia that can only be changed by paying a certain price.'
Yes, its change requires a price.
But on the other hand, it can also be understood as... As long as the price is sufficient, this inertia can be changed.
Change habits, change loyalty.
So loyalty is entirely based on a price tag.
This is a principle that applies to all things in the world.
……
Xiangshan Road looking north to Xiaoyu Community.
It's called a residential area, but it actually only has one building.
A huge, unimaginable skyscraper
A total of 27 floors, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters.
It was a huge quadrangular chimney rising from the ground.
And in between is really empty, a community park's sky garden that goes through the whole building.
How big is it?
From the first floor, walking from one end to the other, it is three hundred meters long.
This is the legendary real 'Tube House', all residents seem to be living on the edge of a water pipe.
Each room is square and long, with only one house, which can also be divided into several rooms and halls.
From thirty square meters to one hundred square meters or more, each one is tightly connected, with over two hundred and fifty rooms surrounding the floor.
The entire building has twenty-seven floors, with more than six thousand households living here for generations.
It really is... from generation to generation.
This building has a history of fifty years, and it was built by an overseas Chinese who returned to China according to some design concepts abroad. The elevator inside has also been used for fifty years, and it is still the kind that needs to be pulled manually with iron bars.
Every time it rises and falls, it is accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.
Standing at the foot of this massive building, a pungent smell of garbage wafted through her nostrils, and Guo Canshu couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
This Beiwang Xiaoqu is called 'Hell's Well' by a large number of people in this city.
The people living here are also mostly poor, in all walks of life and in every aspect.
Whether from a health or personnel management perspective, this place can be considered a 'dead corner' of the city.
Hardly any young woman would pass by here at midnight.
Even the streetlights here are broken, with eight out of ten not working.
Even if I put on a new one, it would still be broken by the second night.
The personnel here are too complicated, so complicated that... they have gradually become a territory that no department wants to manage.
The residents here are very loyal to this place of residence.
Pulling one hair and moving the whole body, there is no department that wants to confront more than 20,000 residents here.
Not worth it, or...not getting what you paid for.
Guo CANYUE has come here for the second time.
And it was just last year, for the first time.
The purpose of this visit is exactly the same as the first time I came.
Everyone...goes into a room to investigate a murder case.
Same location, same modus operandi, same cause of death, same age of the deceased, and even... the time of occurrence is the same.
Midnight... one moment past zero hour.
Guo CANYue rubbed her nose and beckoned to the new police officer behind her, then walked into a building and entered an elevator.
It's now 10 o'clock in the morning, and the whole community is as quiet as death.
Buzz, buzz...
The sound of elevator transmission has become the world's only beautiful melody.
18th floor, room 18.
The five digits on the doorplate read '18018'.
The iron gate and the house door were both open.
But outside had long been hung with warning lines, and even covered with canvas, as if it were a construction site.
In some sense... this is indeed 'under construction'.
The difference is that the construction personnel are from the crime scene investigation department.
This is a newly established department, all of whom are new civil servants who have passed the high-level examination, and some of whom have returned from studying abroad.
So the police hope they can have some achievements to match that large amount of investment and bring back some "returns".
Pushing open the curtain and walking in, I found that there were four people inside wearing tight clothes, holding suitcases and crouching on the ground, constantly checking.
Some of them took out a long strip of light that could emit purple light, some held tweezers and test tubes, constantly collecting blood and hair, and others were constantly taking pictures. Next to one person was putting everything he had photographed into small plastic bags.
Kuo Tsan-yueh rolled her eyes and angrily said: "Who allowed you to start destroying the scene before I've even had a chance to examine it?!"
The four of them were stunned, looked up to see that it was Guo Canshang, and they all hastily stood up, like children who had done something wrong, lowering their heads and rubbing their hands.
They continued to exchange glances and whispered to each other.
"Why didn't you say this aunt was coming?"
"Exactly, isn't this harming us?"
"Cut the crap and get things done first."
"I guess... I'd better admit my mistake first"
Kuang Zan Yue naturally heard it and helplessly waved his hand, saying: "Go go go, all of you just die on one side!"
Several people jumped away before observing this scene.
Actually...the places that need attention are too obvious.
The room was full of bloodstains.
Wherever the naked eye can see, it's all blood.
It was as if someone had taken a bucket of red paint and splattered it all over the room.
Thick bloody smell, no need to breathe, they drill into the nose by themselves, making people want to sneeze and feel nauseous in waves.
Even though Guo Canyue had been through a lot, there were still some things she couldn't bear.
There were three corpses lying on the ground.
A family of three: father, mother and daughter.
The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, still wearing her school uniform, with a ponytail, lying in the pool of blood, like a half pig on the chopping board at the market.
Kuo Tsan-yueh's teeth were set on edge.
My stomach is also churning and I feel like vomiting.
This is one of the few... miserable cases that Guo Canshang did not crack.
It was just a year ago, on the same day and at the same time that she stood here. Except for the different clothes on the mountain of corpses, she was so dazed that she thought she had returned to a year ago.
It was also a family, originally harmonious and beautiful, then... everything was gone.
A year ago, Guo CANYUE investigated all those related to that family and even most of the residents in this building.
But nobody knows what's going on.
It wasn't until the next day that they were discovered by their neighbors, who had been alerted by the overpowering smell of blood.
Nowadays, both rooms are uninhabited, they are afraid.
As for the person who reported the incident... it was actually the floor administrator of this building.
He was originally going to pay his respects this morning to the family members who died last year, and had planned to sneak in, after all, he had just moved in and didn't know what had happened before.
But when I arrived, I found out... the nightmare happened again.
The security guard who made the report was also taken away by the police and put under surveillance.
After all, he was the first one to discover the scene, so... he became the prime suspect.
But who would have thought that the administrator was a criminal?
Even... no one would think that this is a crime committed by 'humans'.
Three people died, bringing the total number of deaths at this time last year to six.
All died of knife wounds.
Three knives all over the body, from head to toe, at the throat, heart and lower abdomen.
It was a brutal slaughter, even... forensic experts couldn't determine which knife wound was fatal.
The murder weapon was a sharp-pointed French-style kitchen knife, extremely sharp, with a blade that had been honed to a hair-splitting edge.
And...the murder weapon was right in front of everyone's eyes.
The dagger stood upright on the table in front of the window, reflecting the sunlight that shone through from outside.
There were fingerprints of everyone in this family on the handle of the knife, but... that was all.
Also because the fingerprints are too clear, it's definitely not that someone wore gloves and used a knife to kill people, as that would have destroyed some of the fingerprints.
It's just like... a family of three killing each other... and yet it's also as if... the knife is doing the killing itself.
It's just like... the situation from a year ago, exactly the same.
After the efforts of four crime scene investigation team members, it was ultimately proven that this house had no signs of anyone else having been there except for one family.
No hair, no dandruff, no keratin on the body, and no fingerprints anywhere.
Guo Canshang sighed.
He waved his hand and walked out of the house again.
Took two deep breaths, shook his head with a bitter smile.
The mobile phone on his waist rang at the right time.
The number belongs to that young director.
"Hello? Zan Yue, where... how is it?"
Zan Yue said: "It's exactly the same as last year's, time, method of killing, scene characteristics, all are exactly the same, it should be a serial killer."
On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence, followed by a slightly trembling voice: "Lan Yue... I think this might not be a serial killer? Is that right? You're at the scene now, do you feel anything strange?"
"The crescent moon frowned and said: 'What exactly do you want to say?'"
The director coughed awkwardly twice and continued, "I mean... is there something unclean over there? Shouldn't we find a few masters to take a good look through other channels?"
The remaining moon rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "You love to do whatever you want, anyway this case I have no way, I still have things to do, hang up the good look!"
He said, and then hung up the phone, giving no face to the director at all.
She flipped her long hair and then...she left.
She really didn't want to come to this place again, because coming was also in vain.
There were no clues at the scene, and according to the administrator, the house was also locked from the inside. The other exit of the room is a high altitude of more than 40 meters straight from the ground.
No reason, no connection, whether it's a random crime...
These were 'perfect' crimes, with no leads other than this universal 'ritual'.
And yet, there were still some things that needed to be taken care of under the remaining moonlight.
That unreliable brother of hers gave her a 'difficult' task before she went in.
It's just that factory from before, going back for something.
As for why it's so difficult?
It's Xiaofeng's repeated request that when taking things, no one can know about it. If anyone finds out... they will be silenced!
The moon was left with a bruised head, scolded for a long time: 'Have you really become a killer? If this continues, believe it or not, I'll get rid of you first! So as not to embarrass our orphanage!'
She left the rookie cop behind and drove alone in the direction of the factory.
Stop the car when there is still a short distance left, take out a folding bicycle from the trunk and continue on.
Although his mouth was foul-smelling, Can Yue would execute Xiao Feng's 'orders' with precision, because Xiao Feng... had never made a mistake.
Arrived at the factory, found the workshop of that case.
The area has already been cordoned off.
He walked in from the mouth of the truck that had been hit.
Then carefully searched for a while next to the machine closest to the entrance of the cave.
After a while, I finally found one that was stuck in a corner of the machine and looked like part of it... a black box.
More than 40 centimeters long, in a positive direction, with what appears to be a very solid small lock head on top.
"Mission accomplished!"
The remaining moonlight shone on the box for a moment, and the round thing on the opposite side was very curious, but it didn't open it. Instead, it returned to its own car, went home to change clothes, and then drove to the prison again.
……
A solitary cell in prison.
After turning off all audio-visual equipment and kicking out the prison guards, Can Yue placed the square box in front of Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng smiled lightly and pulled the box in front of him, looking left and right, overjoyed.
"Brother, what is this thing after all? Why is it so mysterious?"
"What thing? I don't know."
"Don't know? Don't know what you want me to get?"
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Those bandits planned such a perfect bank heist, and they can be said to have succeeded. The gold bars they stole would allow each of them to live like emperors, but... that sharp-mouthed monkey had already thought about secretly keeping everything for himself. Isn't that strange?"
Zan Yue said, "What's so strange about that? Snatching things from those companions is easier than robbing a bank, right? Leaving such good gold behind and having to share it with others... if I were in their shoes, I'd kill them all and take it for myself!"
The black line on her forehead was full of sweat. She knew that her younger sister was a money grubber, but she didn't think... her personality had deteriorated to this extent...
He continued: "Of course not, actually robbery is never the hardest part, the hard part is... escaping, selling stolen goods, changing identities and hiding. These are gold, they want to exchange them for money, a system is needed, and the easiest way to escape is to divide into several groups, sell out one or two people, disperse the police's attention..."
Moreover, each industry has its own rules. The underworld sometimes attaches great importance to credibility because they have no legal constraints. Without credibility... everyone can only be a 'lone island'.
Xiao Feng knocked on the box and said, "And in the back, it's full of gold, which can be considered the most precious thing. But this thing is placed alone next to the car seat, even... its existence, not even that fat guy who participated in the whole activity knows about it. If he knew, the police would definitely be able to find it, right?
So... this thing that nobody knows about, was secretly collected by a sharp-mouthed monkey, and he also planned to kill and silence afterwards, not even having any intention of getting rid of the evidence...
Leaving such a large and convenient factory, but not thinking about melting the gold, even if it was melted, the police couldn't take out evidence to say that this batch of gold was looted from the bank...
"All of this... what is it all for?"
"What for?"
Xiao Feng smiled and said, "I was guessing before, but seeing you really brought this box back, I think... the answer is inside this box. The things in here are what that sharp-mouthed Ning would rather not have credibility, not want that whole car of gold, but secretly take away..."
It's just a habit.
Habit.
It's 'a kind of inertia that can only be changed by paying a certain price.'
Yes, its change requires a price.
But on the other hand, it can also be understood as... As long as the price is sufficient, this inertia can be changed.
Change habits, change loyalty.
So loyalty is entirely based on a price tag.
This is a principle that applies to all things in the world.
……
Xiangshan Road looking north at Xiaoyu Community.
It's called a residential area, but it actually only has one building.
A huge building beyond imagination.
A total of 27 floors, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters.
It is square in shape, resembling a large, handsome quadrangular chimney rising from the ground.
And in between is really empty, a community park's courtyard, which runs through the entire building.
How big is it?
From the first floor, walking from one end to the other, it is three hundred meters long.
This is the legendary real 'tube dwelling', all residents seem to be living on the edge of a water pipe.
Each room is square and long, with only one house, which can also be divided into several rooms and halls.
From thirty square meters to one hundred square meters or more, each one is tightly adjacent, with over 250 rooms surrounding the floor.
The entire building has twenty-seven floors, with more than six thousand households living here for generations.
It really is... from generation to generation.
This building has a history of fifty years, and it was built by an overseas Chinese who returned to China according to some design concepts abroad. The elevator inside has also been used for fifty years, and it is still the kind that needs to be pulled manually with iron bars.
Every time it rises and falls, it is accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.
Standing at the foot of this towering building, a pungent smell of garbage wafted through her nostrils, and Guo Canshu couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
This Beiwang Xiaoqu is called 'Hell's Well' by a large number of people in this city.
The people living here are also mostly poor, in all walks of life and in every aspect.
Whether from a health perspective or personnel management, this place can be regarded as the 'blind spot' of the city.
Hardly any young women would pass by here at midnight.
Even the streetlights here have ten broken and eight intact characters.
Even if I put on a new one, it would still be broken by the second night.
The personnel here are too complicated, so complicated that... they have gradually become a territory that no department wants to manage.
The residents here are very loyal to this place of residence.
Pulling one hair and moving the whole body, there is no department that wants to confront more than 20,000 residents here.
Not worth it, or...not getting what you paid for.
Guo CANYUE has come here for the second time.
And it was just last year, for the first time.
The purpose of this visit is exactly the same as the first time I came.
Everyone...goes into a room to investigate a murder case.
Same location, same modus operandi, same cause of death, same age of the deceased, and even... the same time of occurrence.
Midnight... one moment past zero hour.
Guo CANYue rubbed her nose and beckoned to the new police officer behind her, then walked into a building and entered an elevator.
It's now 10 o'clock in the morning, and the whole community is as quiet as death.
Buzz, buzz...
The sound of elevator transmission has become the world's only melody.
18th floor, room 18.
The five digits on the doorplate read '18018'.
The iron gate and the door of the house are both open.
But outside had long been hung with warning lines, and even covered with canvas, as if it were a construction site.
In some sense... this is indeed 'under construction'.
The difference is that the construction personnel are from the crime scene investigation department.
This is a newly established department, all of whom are new civil servants who have passed the high-level examination, and some of whom have returned from studying abroad.
So the police hope they can have some achievements to match that large amount of investment and bring back some "returns".
Pushing open the curtain and walking in, I found that there were four people inside wearing tight clothes, holding suitcases and crouching on the ground, constantly checking.
Some of them took out a long strip of light that could emit purple light, some held tweezers and test tubes, constantly collecting blood and hair, and others were constantly taking pictures. Next to one person was putting everything he had photographed into small plastic bags.
Kuo Tsan-yueh rolled her eyes and angrily said: "Who allowed you to start destroying the scene before I've even had a chance to examine it?!"
The four of them were stunned, looked up to see that it was Guo Cansue, and they all hastily stood up, like children who had done something wrong, lowering their heads and rubbing their hands.
They continued to exchange glances and whispered to each other.
"How come nobody said this old lady was coming?"
"Exactly, isn't this harming us?"
"Cut the crap and get things done first."
"I guess... I'd better admit my mistake first"
Kuang Zan Yue naturally heard it and helplessly waved his hand, saying: "Go go go, all of you just die on one side!"
Several people jumped away before observing this scene.
Actually...the places that need attention are too obvious.
The room was full of bloodstains.
Wherever the naked eye can see, it's all blood.
It was as if someone had taken a bucket of red paint and splattered it all over the room.
Thick bloody smell, no need to breathe, they drill into the nose by themselves, making people want to sneeze and feel nauseous in waves.
Even though Guo Cansue has been through a lot, there are still some things she can't tolerate.
There were three corpses lying on the ground.
A family of three: father, mother and daughter.
The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, still wearing her school uniform, with a ponytail, lying in the pool of blood, like a half pig on the chopping board at the market.
Kuo Tsan-yueh's teeth were all knocked out at once.
My stomach is also churning and I feel like vomiting.
This is one of the few... miserable cases that Guo Canshang did not crack.
It was just a year ago, on the same day and at the same time that she stood here. Except for the different clothes on the mountain of corpses, she was dazed and thought she had returned to a year ago.
It was also a family, originally harmonious and beautiful, then... it was gone.
A year ago, Guo CANYUE investigated all those related to that family and even most of the residents in this building.
But nobody knows what's going on with all these words.
It wasn't until the next day that they were discovered by their neighbors, who had been alerted by the overpowering smell of blood.
Nowadays, both rooms are uninhabited, they are afraid.
As for the person who reported the incident... it was actually the floor administrator of this building.
He was originally going to pay his respects this morning to the family members who died last year, and had planned to sneak in, after all, he had just moved in and didn't know what had happened before.
But when I arrived, I found out... the nightmare happened again.
The security guard who made the report was also taken away by the police and put under surveillance.
After all, he was the first one to discover the scene, so... he became the prime suspect.
But who would have thought that the administrator was a criminal?
Even... no one would think that this is a crime committed by 'human'.
Three people died, bringing the total number of deaths at the same time last year to six.
All died of knife wounds.
Three knives all over the body, from head to toe, at the throat, heart and lower abdomen.
It was a brutal slaughter, even... forensic experts couldn't determine which knife wound was fatal.
The murder weapon was a sharp-pointed French-style kitchen knife, extremely sharp, with a blade that had been honed to the point where it could cut off a hair.
And...the murder weapon was right in front of everyone's eyes.
The dagger is standing upright on the table in front of the window, reflecting the sunlight coming through the window outside.
There were fingerprints of everyone in this family on the handle of the knife, but... that was all.
Also because the fingerprints are too clear, it's definitely not that someone wore gloves and used a knife to kill people, as that would have destroyed some of the fingerprints.
It's as if... a family of three is mutually slaughtering each other... and yet it's also like... the knife itself is killing people.
It's just like... the situation from a year ago, exactly the same.
After the efforts of four crime scene investigation team members, it was ultimately proven that this house had no signs of anyone else having been there except for one family.
No hair, no dandruff, no keratin on the body, and no fingerprints anywhere.
Guo Canshang sighed.
He waved his hand and walked out of the house again.
Took two deep breaths, shook his head with a bitter smile.
The mobile phone on his waist suddenly rang.
The number belongs to that young director.
"Hey? Zan Yue ah, where... how is it?"
Zan Yue said: "It's exactly the same as last year's, time, method of killing, scene characteristics, all are exactly the same, it should be a serial killer."
On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence, followed by a slightly trembling voice: "Lan Yue... I think this might not be a serial killer, is it? Is there something strange that you feel now that you're at the scene?"
"The crescent moon frowned and said: 'What exactly do you want to say?'"
The director coughed awkwardly twice and continued, "I mean... is there something unclean there? Is it through other channels to find a few masters to take a good look?"
The remaining moon rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "You love to do whatever you want, anyway this case I have no way, I still have things to do, hang up the full text!"
He said, and then hung up the phone, giving no face to the director at all.
She flipped her long hair and then...she left.
She really didn't want to come to this place again, because coming was also in vain.
There were no clues at the scene, and according to the administrator, the house was also locked from the inside. The other exit of the room is a high altitude of more than 40 meters straight from the ground.
No reason, no connection, whether it's a random crime...
These were 'perfect' crimes, with no leads beyond this universal 'ritual'.
And yet, there were still some things that needed to be taken care of.
That unreliable brother of hers had given her a 'daunting' task before she went in.
It's just that factory from before, going back for something.
As for why it's so difficult?
It's Xiaofeng's repeated request that when taking things, no one can know about it. If anyone finds out... they will be silenced!
The moon was left with a bruised head, scolded for a long time: 'Have you really become a killer? If this continues, believe it or not, I'll get rid of you first! So as not to embarrass our orphanage!'
She left the rookie cop behind and drove alone towards the factory.
At a place where there was still a short distance left, the car stopped and took out a folding bicycle from the trunk to continue moving forward.
Although his mouth was foul-smelling, Can Yue would execute Xiao Feng's 'orders' with precision, because Xiao Feng... had never made a mistake.
Arrived at the factory, found the workshop of that case.
The area has already been cordoned off.
He walked in from the mouth of the truck that had been hit.
Then carefully searched for a while next to the machine closest to the entrance of that cave.
After a while, I finally found one that was stuck in a corner of the machine and looked like part of it... a black box.
More than 40 centimeters long, in a positive direction, with what appears to be a very solid small lock head on top.
"Mission accomplished!"
The remaining moonlight shone on the box for a moment, and the round thing on the opposite side was very curious, but it didn't open it. Instead, it returned to its own car, went home to change clothes, and then drove to the prison again.
……
A solitary cell in prison.
After turning off all audio-visual equipment and kicking out the prison guards, Can Yue placed the square box in front of Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng smiled lightly and pulled the box in front of him, looking left and right, overjoyed.
"Brother, what is this thing after all? Why is it so mysterious?"
"What thing? I don't know."
"Don't know? Don't know what you want me to get?"
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Those bandits planned such a perfect bank heist, and they can be said to have succeeded. The gold bars they stole would allow each of them to live like emperors, but... that sharp-mouthed monkey had already thought about secretly keeping everything for himself. Isn't that strange?"
Zan Yue said, "What's so strange about that? Snatching things from those companions is easier than robbing a bank, right? Leaving such good gold behind and having to share it with others... if I were in their shoes, I'd kill them all and take everything for myself!"
The black line that fills my head with dawn wind... I knew my sister was a money grubber, but I didn't think... her personality had deteriorated to this extent...
He continued: "Of course not, actually robbery is never the hardest part, the hard part is... escaping, selling stolen goods, changing identities and hiding. These are gold, they need a system to be exchanged for money, and the easiest way to escape is to split up in several directions, sell out one or two people, disperse the police's attention..."
Moreover, each industry has its own rules. The underworld sometimes attaches great importance to credibility because they have no legal constraints. Without credibility... everyone can only be a 'lone island'.
Xiao Feng knocked on the box and said, "And in the back, it's full of gold, which can be considered the most precious thing. But this thing is placed alone next to the car seat, even... its existence, not even that fat guy who participated in the whole activity knows about it. If he knew, the police would definitely be able to find it, right?
So... this thing that nobody knows about, was secretly kept by a sharp-mouthed monkey, and he also planned to kill and silence afterwards, not even having any intention of getting rid of the evidence...
Leaving such a large and convenient factory, but not thinking about melting the gold, even if it was melted, the police couldn't take out evidence to say that this batch of gold was looted from the bank...
"All of this... what is it all for?"
"What for?"
Xiao Feng smiled and said, "I was also guessing before, but seeing you really bring this box back, I think... the answer is inside this box. The things in here are what that sharp-mouthed Ning Ke would rather not have credibility, not want that whole car of gold, but... secretly take away..."
It's just a habit.
Habit.
It's 'a kind of inertia that can only be changed by paying a certain price.'
Yes, its change requires a price.
But on the other hand, it can also be understood as... As long as the price is sufficient, this inertia can be changed.
Change habits, change loyalty.
So loyalty is entirely based on a price tag.
This is a principle that applies to all things in the world.
……
Xiangshan Road looking north towards Xiaoqu district.
It's called a residential area, but it actually only has one building.
A huge building beyond imagination.
A total of 27 floors, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters.
It was a squat, square building, like a gigantic square smokestack rising from the ground.
And in between is really empty, a community park's skywell that goes through the entire building.
How big is it?
From the first floor, walking from one end to the other, it is a beautiful 300 meters long.
This is the legendary real 'Tube House', all residents seem to be living on the edge of a water pipe.
Each room is square and long, with only one house, which can also be divided into several rooms and halls.
From thirty square meters to one hundred square meters or more, each one is tightly connected, with over two hundred and fifty rooms surrounding the floor.
The entire building has twenty-seven floors, with more than six thousand households living here for generations.
It really is... from generation to generation.
This building has a history of fifty years, and it was built by an overseas Chinese who returned to China according to some design concepts abroad. The elevator inside has also been used for fifty years, and it is still the kind that needs to be pulled manually with iron bars.
Every time it rises and falls, it is accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.
Standing at the foot of this massive building, a pungent smell of garbage wafted through her nostrils, and Guo Canshu couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
This Beiwang Xiaoqu is called 'Hell's Well' by a large number of people in this city.
The people living here are also mostly poor, in all walks of life and in every aspect.
Whether from a health or personnel management perspective, this place can be regarded as a 'dead corner' of the city.
Hardly any young women would pass by here at midnight.
Even the streetlights here are broken, with eight out of ten not working.
Even if I put on a new one, it would still be broken by the second night.
The personnel here are too complicated, so complicated that... they gradually became a territory that no department wants to manage.
The residents here are very loyal to this place of residence.
Pulling one hair and moving the whole body, there is no department that wants to confront more than 20,000 residents here.
Not worth it, or...not getting what you paid for.
Guo CANYUE has come here for the second time.
And it was just last year, for the first time.
The purpose of this visit is exactly the same as the first time I came.
Everyone...goes into a room to investigate a murder case.
Same location, same modus operandi, same cause of death, same age of the deceased, and even... the same time of occurrence.
Midnight... one moment past zero hour.
Guo Canshu rubbed her nose and beckoned to the new police officer behind her, then walked into a building and entered an elevator.
It's now 10 o'clock in the morning, and the whole community is as quiet as death.
Buzz, buzz...
The sound of elevator transmission has become the world's only melody.
18th floor, room 18.
The five digits on the doorplate read '18018'.
The iron gate and the house door were both open.
But outside had already hung up warning lines, and even covered with canvas to block the entire view, as if it were a construction site.
In some sense... this is indeed 'under construction' in full text.
The difference is that the construction personnel are from the crime scene investigation department.
This is a newly established department, all of whom are new civil servants who have passed the high-level examination, and some of whom have returned from studying abroad.
So the police department hopes they can have some achievements to match that large amount of investment and bring back some "returns".
Pushing open the curtain and walking in, I found that there were four people inside wearing tight clothes, holding suitcases and crouching on the ground, constantly checking.
Some of them took out a long strip of light that could emit purple light, some held tweezers and test tubes, constantly collecting blood and hair, and others were constantly taking pictures. Next to one person was putting everything he had photographed into small plastic bags.
Kuo Tsan-yueh rolled her eyes and angrily said: "Who allowed you to start destroying the scene before I've even had a chance to examine it?!"
The four of them were stunned, looked up to see that it was Guo Canyue, and they all hastily stood up, like children who had done something wrong, lowering their heads and rubbing their hands.
They continued to exchange glances and whispered to each other.
"How come nobody said this old lady was coming?"
"Exactly, isn't this harming us?"
"Cut the crap and get things done first."
"I guess... I'd better admit my mistake first"
Kuo Zan Yue naturally heard it and helplessly waved his hand, saying: "Go go go, all of you just die!"
Several people jumped away before observing this scene.
Actually...the places that need attention are too obvious.
The room was filled with bloody fingerprints everywhere.
Wherever the naked eye can see, it's all blood.
It was as if someone had taken a bucket of red paint and splattered it all over the room.
Thick bloody smell, no need to breathe, they drill into the nose by themselves, making people want to sneeze and feel nauseous in waves.
Even though Guo Cansue has been through a lot, there are still some things she can't tolerate.
There were three corpses lying on the ground.
A family of three: father, mother and daughter.
The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, still wearing her school uniform, with a ponytail, lying in the pool of blood, like a half pig on the chopping board at the market.
Kuo Tsan-yueh's teeth were set on edge.
My stomach is also churning and I feel like vomiting.
This is one of the few... gruesome cases that Guo Zan Yue did not crack.
It was just a year ago, on the same day and at the same time that she stood here. Except for the different clothes on the mountain of corpses, she was so dazed that she thought she had returned to a year ago.
It was also a family, originally harmonious and beautiful, then... it was gone.
A year ago, Guo CANYUE investigated all those related to that family and even most of the residents in this building.
But nobody knows what's going on.
It wasn't until... they were discovered by their neighbors on the next day, who had been alerted by the overpowering smell of blood.
Nowadays, both rooms are uninhabited, they fear beauty.
As for the person who reported the incident... it was actually the floor administrator of this building.
He was originally going to pay his respects this morning to the family members who died last year, and had planned to sneak in, after all, he had just moved in and didn't know what had happened before.
But when I arrived, I found out... the nightmare happened again.
The administrator who reported the alarm was also taken away by the police and detained.
After all, he was the first one to discover the scene, so... he became the prime suspect.
But who would have thought that the administrator was a criminal?
Even... no one would think that this is a crime committed by 'human'.
Three people died, bringing the total number of deaths at the same time last year to six.
All died of knife wounds.
Three knives all over the body, from head to toe, at the throat, heart, and lower abdomen.
It was a brutal slaughter, even... forensic experts couldn't determine which knife wound was fatal.
The murder weapon was a sharp-pointed French-style kitchen knife, extremely sharp, with a blade that had been honed to the point where it could cut off a hair.
And...the murder weapon was right in front of everyone's eyes.
The dagger stood upright on the table in front of the window, reflecting the sunlight that shone through from outside.
There were fingerprints of everyone in this family on the handle of the knife, but... that was all.
Also because the fingerprints are too clear, it's definitely not that someone wore gloves and used a knife to kill people, as that would cause some of the fingerprints to be destroyed.
It's as if... a family of three is mutually slaughtering each other... and yet it's also like... the knife itself is killing people.
It's just like... the situation from a year ago, exactly the same.
After the efforts of four crime scene investigation team members, it was ultimately proven that this house had no signs of anyone else having been there except for one family.
No hair, no dandruff, no keratin on the body, and no fingerprints anywhere.
Guo Canshang sighed.
He waved his hand and walked out of the house again.
Took two deep breaths, shook his head with a bitter smile.
The phone in his waist pocket suddenly rang.
The number belongs to that young director.
"Hello? Zan Yue, where... how is it?"
Zan Yue said: "It's exactly the same as last year's, time, method of killing, scene characteristics, all are exactly the same, it should be a serial killer.
On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence, followed by a slightly trembling voice: "Lan Yue... I think this might not be a serial killer, is it? Is there something strange that you feel now that you're at the scene?"
"The crescent moon frowned and said: 'What exactly do you want to say?'"
The director coughed awkwardly twice and continued, "I mean... is there something unclean over there? Shouldn't we find a few masters to take a good look through other channels?"
The remaining moon rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "You love to do whatever you want, anyway this case I have no way, I still have things to do, hang up!"
He said, and then hung up the phone, without giving any face to Director Quan.
She flipped her long hair and then...she left.
She really didn't want to come here again, because coming was also in vain.
There were no clues at the scene, and according to the administrator, the house was also locked from the inside. The other exit of the room is a high altitude of more than 40 meters straight from the ground.
No reason, no connection, whether it's a random crime...
These were 'perfect' crimes, with no clues other than this universal 'ritual'.
And yet, there were still some things that needed to be taken care of.
That unreliable brother of hers had given her a 'daunting' task before she went in.
It's just that factory from before, going back for something.
As for why it's so difficult?
It's Xiaofeng's repeated request that when taking things, no one can know about it. If anyone finds out... they will be silenced!
The moon was left with a smudge on its forehead, blown by the morning breeze. It scolded for a long time, "Are you really going to become a murderer? If this continues, believe it or not, I'll be the one to get rid of you first! To prevent you from disgracing our orphanage!"
She left the rookie cop behind and drove alone in the direction of the factory.
Stop the car when there is still a short distance left, take out a folding bicycle from the trunk and continue on.
Although his mouth was foul-smelling, Can Yue would execute Xiao Feng's 'orders' with precision, because Xiao Feng... had never been wrong.
Arrived at the factory, found the entire text of the crime scene in the workshop.
The area has already been cordoned off.
He walked in from the mouth of the truck that had been hit.
Then carefully searched for a while next to the machine closest to the entrance of that cave.
After a while, I finally found one that was stuck in a corner of the machine and looked like part of it... a black box.
More than 40 centimeters long, in a positive direction, with what appears to be a very solid small lock head on top.
"Mission accomplished!"
The remaining moonlight shone on the box for a moment, and the round thing on the opposite side was very curious, but it didn't open it. Instead, it returned to its own car, went home to change clothes, and then drove to the prison again.
……
A solitary cell in prison.
After turning off all audio-visual equipment and kicking out the prison guards, Can Yue placed the square box in front of Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng smiled lightly and pulled the box in front of him, looking left and right, overjoyed.
"Brother, what is this thing after all? Why is it so mysterious?"
"What thing? I don't know."
"Don't know? Don't know what you want me to get?"
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Those bandits planned such a perfect bank heist, and they can be said to have succeeded. The gold bars they stole would allow each of them to live like emperors, but... that pointed-mouthed monkey had already thought about secretly keeping everything for himself. Isn't that strange?"
Zan Yue said, "What's so strange about that? Snatching things from those companions is easier than robbing a bank, right? Leaving such good gold and wanting to share it with others... if it were me, I'd kill them all and take everything for myself!"
The black line on her forehead was full of sweat. She knew that her younger sister was a money grubber, but she didn't think... her personality had deteriorated to this extent...
He continued: "Of course not, actually robbery is never the hardest part, the hard part is... escaping, selling stolen goods, changing identities and hiding. These are gold, they need a system to be exchanged for money, and the easiest way to escape is to split up in several directions, sell out one or two people, disperse the police's attention..."
Moreover, each industry has its own rules. The underworld sometimes attaches great importance to credibility because they have no legal constraints. Without credibility... everyone can only be a 'lone island'.
Xiao Feng knocked on the box and said, "And in the back, it's full of gold, which can be considered the most precious thing. But this thing is placed alone next to the car seat, even... its existence, not even that fat guy who participated in the whole activity knows about it. If he knew, the police would definitely be able to find it, right?
So... this thing that nobody knows about, was secretly collected by a sharp-mouthed monkey, and he also planned to kill and silence afterwards, not even having any intention of getting rid of the evidence...
Leaving such a large and convenient factory, but not thinking about melting the gold, even if it was melted, the police couldn't take out evidence to say that this batch of gold was looted from the bank...
"All of this... what is it all for?"
"What for?"
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "I was guessing before, but seeing you really brought this box back, I think... the answer is inside this box. The things in here are what that cunning monkey Ning Ke would rather not have credibility, not even a whole cart of gold, but he had to... secretly take away."
