The second case happened across the street from the last homicide.

Even so, Xing Guoyi was very sure that these were two completely unrelated cases. Xing Guoyi on the phone was unwilling to talk more. He had an unexplained tone, but he didn't want to say more, and I couldn't force him to do so. In short, let's talk about it first. I thought to myself that Xing Guoyi might explain the reason for his conclusion in person.

I sat in meditation for a moment to wake up my brain, which was still entangled by nightmares. The viscous feeling of my brain was so strong that I wondered if I had gone to another world when I was sleeping, and was in a state where my consciousness was clear but I had not woken up completely - this is not the first time that I have often had such difficult to wake up. Kang Ling once diagnosed me with obsessive-compulsive disorder at night. This symptom made it difficult for me to fall asleep, but because I had been used to it for a long time, or it no longer affected my sleep, I don’t know if there is any relationship between difficulty waking and difficulty waking up, and what does it mean.

After sitting for about a quarter of an hour, I finally felt that my brain began to send signals to my limbs and finally stood up.

More than ten minutes later, I found a police car parked there in front of the mall opposite the hotel. I guess the murder was here.

In the luxurious shopping mall, there was no abnormality between the smooth and beautiful decorations. Today, I was bustling with people. I passed by the crowd and took the elevator to connect several floors to the roof. There were no various shops on the top of the elevator, but belonged to a hotel. Both floors were guest rooms. When the elevator reached these two floors, the decoration in front of the shopping mall suddenly changed as if it had entered a different building. This building was originally a private house, but later because it was close to the commercial area, more and more people opened the store. The building was changed to a different appearance, and it was basically opened up and down, saying it was a mall, more like a large supermarket.

In the inconspicuous corner of the hotel, you can see a short staircase leading to the rooftop. Before climbing the stairs and entering the rooftop is a gray iron door. Now there is a seal on the iron door. After passing this iron door, the outdoor scenery brings eyes again. This building is an old building, much shorter than the surrounding buildings, and the roof is in a dark place. At this moment, a north wind blows, which makes people feel extra cold in the deep winter.

When the iron door was closed, the noise came to an abrupt end. The murder happened above people's heads, but everyone was unaware of it and was still happily shopping and entertainment on the other side of the door.

And I am at this end of the door.

I thought I would see many criminal police officers walking around and investigating the scene. As a result, there were only two people and a circle of human-shaped white lines on the roof of more than 100 square meters, and there was nothing else. One of them was naturally Xing Guoyi, while the other was a young man in a simple and neat style. He had never seen a face. He was a young man who looked about the same age as me. plainclothes?

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and they didn't seem to be speculative, with a faint smell of gunpowder. It was not suitable to go up and interrupt. I stood in front of the iron gate and watched. I stood behind the two for a while but it didn't end. The wind was loud and I couldn't hear what they were saying. When I was hesitating whether to insert it, the young angrily turned around, and a handsome face as beautiful as a woman was full of sadness and resentment. The man didn't look at me and squeezed past me, almost hitting me with a fierce momentum, and left with a stumble. Xing Guoyi watched the man turn around and then discovered me. Then Xing Guoyi explained the situation to me.

The deceased is a woman, thirty years old, named Yan Xinmei, not a nearby resident. Her hometown is in the next city and temporarily lives in Xicheng. She died of suffocation last night due to heart attack and had obvious strangulation on her neck. The deceased was naturally discovered around the morning of last night. When it was found that it was not dawn, a group of police officers rushed to investigate the scene. They said that when they called me, they had already taken photos and cleaned up the body.

Xing Guoyi handed me a thin file, which contained a copy of the case information. The case file had no content at all. It was supported by a clip outside. There were only two thin sheets of paper and few photos. However, just a few pages could still see the appearance before the scene was cleaned up. I have to say that I was really surprised at the efficiency of sorting out the documents after only a few hours of the incident. However, this feeling was quickly diluted and replaced by a... strange feeling.

The woman's hair was messy on her face, and there were extremely purple-toned fingerprints on her neck. Although her eyes were wide open, she could feel hatred and sadness from her creepy face. It is hard to imagine that these two feelings would appear on one person and the dead face at the same time.

The clothes on her body were bright and beautiful, without any wrinkles, and her long and exquisite nails were intact. The jewelry on her wrist and neck were not taken away, but she was not wearing shoes on her feet. Several photos were repeated, all of whom were lying on the rooftop, with only two or three from the hotel rooms where the deceased lived. The hotel rooms seemed to be like no one had lived in, maintaining their original appearance.

Apart from the body of the deceased, no valuable clue was found. No, it would be better to say that no other thing was found, no footprints, no fingerprints, no objects carried by the deceased, and no traces of the prisoner. Nothing was found.

"The deceased lived in a hotel on the top floor of the mall yesterday. According to what we already know now, we can basically confirm that it is either impulse killing or love killing. There are so many cases every year. Don't be too concerned, understand the social circle of the deceased and the whereabouts of the deceased that day, and basically the murderer comes out."

Xing Guoyi tried to tell me as easily as possible.

"Why did you die in the hotel again? Now you can't live outside except your own home?"

Xing Guoyi snorted, as if he was in a bad mood and had no interest in talking about this topic.

I read the last photo. It was related to the deceased's own information. The page was posted with a four-inch photo of the deceased, which was completely different from the photo just now. The deceased was a beauty, really beautiful. This woman seemed to be born with a charming look, and her eyes were shimmering with seductive light, which was incredible. This high-profile beauty will be attracted by it at a glance. The relationship between men and women must be very chaotic, and it is understandable that love killing is a pity.

Seeing that my eyes were terrified, Xing Guoyi joked, "It looks good, right?"

I nodded.

Xing Guoyi snorted and said disdainfully: "After death, I'm not a pile of rotten meat like everyone else."

I was speechless.

"The things you know are probably in the documents. If you are interested, you can take a look at the scene and then we will leave."

I glanced at the roof of the building, and it was definitely seen at first sight if there were any traces. The possibility of me discovering new things after the police was too small. Sure enough, I turned around the roof twice and looked at the half-height wall on the roof. I only saw dust except for the dust and found nothing.

Next, Xing Guoyi and I visited the mall to find out the news. The first one we came was naturally the hotel on the top floor. The hotel hospitality was sitting bored behind the lobby counter. The hotel hospitality was not very old and looked stupid. It was as if we had never seen a policeman before, and he glanced at Xing Guoyi whenever he had the chance.

Almost as soon as Yan Xinmei's name was mentioned, the hospitality cheered up - he knew this person.

Since last year, I will come here every half month or a month, and it will only appear after dark. My sneaky whereabouts and look particularly eye-catching, so I remember the hospitality very clearly. Yan Xinmei came to the store for one night and left the next day. Every time, a man was with him. The man was dressed very fashionable, with thick and greasy hair, always wearing a lot of hair wax, and liked to wear sunglasses, and looked less than 40 years old.

As for the rooftop, which is the murder scene, it is not clear who has been to the hospitality. Most of the time the hospitality is watching his boring TV series. In addition, the location is remote, it is difficult to find the stairs to the rooftop without looking for it, so I never paid attention to it.

Last night, Yan Xinmei also came with the man.

"The woman came to live last night, and the police arrived not long after that."

After hearing the receptionist, I nodded, and the time, place and motives were all matched. It seemed that it was necessary to find this man. No matter what, whether he was related to the case or not, he must know something.

"The police arrived shortly after they checked in, and then carried the woman out that night, right?"

I repeated halfway to myself, but after I finished speaking, I suddenly looked confused: "Carry it out? What woman? Which woman?"

I was even more confused: "Don't you say the police are here?"

"I'm here. I've come and looked at each room after a brief investigation and left. I fell down and fell down. What are you carrying? If you're still a woman, can you call her a woman?"

kindness?

Below? Not a woman? I frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong. My nerves tensed up instantly as if I had turned a switch.

"Aren't Yan Xinmei strangled to death? Why did she miss her feet?"

"Yan Xinmei died? She died?" The hospitality was really surprised. "Oh? That woman died yesterday too? That yesterday...that means..."

What's going on? The hospitality looked a little shaken, and since the conversation just started, it was deviating in a strange direction. I was shocked and quickly tried to clarify my thoughts. After thinking about it, I asked quickly: "You just said that it was below, which means that someone fell from the upper floor?"

The hospitality suddenly woke up from the dream and looked up: "Yes, an eleven or two-year-old girl fell from the roof and fell, tsk...it was full of blood, and there were stuff like tofu, all over the ground, you didn't see it..."

My heart skipped a beat - women were not the only victim that night.

This is... strange, so strange. Three three-person cases occurred almost the same day? Is it a carnival crime? No, no, how could a person commit three consecutive crimes in such a short period of time? But if the three cases happened alone... Is there really such a coincidence in the world...?

"That little girl is your tenant?" I asked in a difficult situation.

"Ahhh, yes, with a young man, the guy cried so hard after the police arrived, and was so sad."

"What's wrong?" I turned to Xing Guoyi, and my voice suddenly increased, and even I didn't expect it.

Xing Guoyi nodded heavily: "It happened, but it has nothing to do with the case we investigated. The little girl accidentally fell downstairs while playing on the rooftop. It was a pure accidental death, so it was not placed in the file."

"What happened to Yan Xinmei after the footsteps happened? How were they doing at that time?"

"This... I don't know, really... At first I thought... the police came last night because the little girl fell down. I didn't know. It turned out that there was someone... that woman... was murdered..." The hospitality frowned and thought hard for a moment and said, "The police asked each room one by one. At that time, the fashionable man came out to talk to the police, and then nothing happened."

"Is there anything special or worth noting?"

“Special place?”

"Strange things, such as things that you care more about?"

Thinking seemed to be a very laborious thing for him. This time, not only did he brows, but he also hugged his arms tightly, shrank his shoulders and neck, and recalled hard.

"Ah, by the way!"

The hospitality suddenly shouted loudly, and was very excited. It seemed that I had thought of something important, and I was also excited.

"kindness?!"

"Door! The iron door leading to the roof!"

“Yeah?”

"It's locked!"

“…”

Alas, I suddenly feel like a waste of my feelings...

The door does have a lock, but the lock hole on the outside. If anyone on the inside of the door wants to open the door at will whenever he wants to go to the roof, it doesn't make sense to not lock the door. This information is really worthless.

Then I asked a few more questions, but I didn’t ask anything valuable. It seemed that the only information that the hospitality could provide.

After we thanked the hotel hospitality, we spent a lot of time asking around for information in the mall, but unfortunately we did not get any gains. After all, the deceased was from outside the hotel and the operation was relatively late. It was really difficult for people outside the hotel to witness the deceased or criminals. Xing Guoyi proposed to return to the police station to investigate the identity of the man who came with Yan Xinmei. His ID card information had been obtained from the hotel hospitality. His name was Li Peng, unlike the deceased, he was a local from Xicheng. After finding his information from the police's archives, there was a leader in the case.

It was getting late, and the investigation required to enter the police station database, so Xing Guoyi could solve it alone, so there was no need for me to follow up with the police station. So I followed his words and left him the last bit of work today, and left myself first.

After parting with Xing Guoyi, I slowly walked back. My small apartment that integrates work and life is not big but also warm. Whenever I finish my work, when I think of the small home I am about to return to, walking on the familiar section of my journey home, I feel sincerely relaxed.

When I was near the community, I could see the apartment building when I looked up. I suddenly felt a tingling sensation on my face. It was the pain of being stared at by someone and being stinged by the eyes. I looked in the direction I saw a man standing straight in front of the door of the unit where my house was located.

The man was a little thin, but inexplicably imposing. The person like a telephone pole also saw me. After seeing me, he locked his eyes on me without any scruples, facing me with all his eyes - a very sharp, fearless look. Until I approached, he stared at me without any hesitation, feeling that he was about to be cut by his eyes.

Obviously, he is waiting for me.
Chapter completed!