"Professional killer! Definitely a professional killer!" a police officer from the forensics department shouted with eyes wide open.
A man next to him wearing a business suit and tie, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, asked with interest: "Why do you say that?"
"Sir Miao, look! The three men a, b, and c in scene 1 all had firearms, but none of them had a chance to draw their guns. The killer shot very fast." The fat man from the forensics department stood up.
Pointing to a place with a white circle, he shouted: "From the angle of the bullet hole, the killer shot from this position. At that time, the three murdered men a, b, and c were sitting on this round table."
The fat man from the forensic department stood in the circle, raised two fingers, squinted his eyes and shouted: "Bang, bang, bang! The killer stood in this position and fired three shots in a row."
"But! Sir Miao, this location is not a hidden place. If you appear in this location, you will definitely be seen by the three deceased people. So why don't you have time to draw your gun? One word: fast, the killer's gun is extremely fast."
The fat man closed his eyes and took a breath before saying slowly: "I suspect that the killer fired three shots in one second, so the deceased C's expression was one of surprise."
"I don't agree with this inference!" Another police officer in his thirties who was somewhat bald shouted: "The killer's shooting skills are fast, but is his body skills also fast? Look, the hidden sight is blocked from three sides.
When I clicked on the shooting position, the nearest one was six meters away. During the process of walking over, the three deceased people had already seen him. It is impossible that they didn't even have a chance to pull out their guns. So my judgment is that the killer
He knew the three suspects, so they were completely unprepared for him, at least not prepared for him to suddenly shoot."
The bald policeman raised his hands and shouted: "Everyone, please look here. This position was definitely chosen carefully. Of the three murdered men, only this obese old man could face him directly. The other two middle-aged murdered men could not face him directly."
We were facing the enemy from behind. Even if we pulled out the gun, we would still need some time to turn around. Therefore, I had more reason to believe that the killer was not only familiar with the three of them, but also familiar with this place, so he quickly judged the most advantageous opening.
Gun position."
"Yeah!" Officer Miao nodded: "I am more inclined to Sir Zhang's view. The killer knew the suspect, because no one can shoot a gun so fast. From the hiding point to here and then fired again, the three deceased people did not draw it.
You have to know that one of them is a policeman." Miao Zhishun pointed at Huang Qi and revealed the police pistol on his waist.
"Who says there isn't? I know a serial-shooting gun master..." The fat man in the forensics department curled his lips and muttered.
"It's really a police gun." Several other police officers also looked at part of the police gun underneath Huang Qi's body.
"Fat man, when will the photographer from your forensic department arrive? This guy may have ID on him. We need to move away to confirm his identity," the bald policeman shouted.
"Hey! You must not move the victim's body or disturb the scene of the crime. After our forensics department has collected all the evidence, we will provide you with a report from the criminal investigation department." The fat police officer finally caught someone trying to steal the spotlight.
When he got the chance, he stopped in front of the bald policeman with an upright look.
"Forget it! Lao Zhang, let's go upstairs and take a look at the scene of crime No. 2!" Miao Zhishun smiled, and then solemnly shouted to the fat police officer: "I will know the names of all the victims this afternoon at the latest.
I don’t know my identity clearly.”
"No problem! We are working in the forensic department, so please don't worry." The fat police officer nodded and suddenly smiled and said: "There is a victim, Sir Miao, who you should know. He is upstairs."
"Oh!" Miao Zhishun said doubtfully, and followed the fat police officer upstairs.
When passing by the second floor, Miao Zhishun stopped for a moment.
"Is there anyone on the second floor?"
"There is no one on the second floor, and there are no signs of a search. The killer seems to have gone directly upstairs, and then committed the crime at crime scene No. 2." As the fat man said, he began to doubt whether the murderer really knew the victim, at least.
The owner of the house should be known, otherwise it would be impossible to skip the second floor and go directly upstairs to commit the crime.
Miao Zhishun nodded and signaled the fat police officer to continue upward.
"Fang Ting?" Miao Zhishun knelt down and looked at the victim's face carefully, frowning and shouting.
"Hahahaha! I said Sir Miao must have secretly watched movies, and he will definitely know Fang Ting, a third-level movie star." The fat police officer said with a smile.
Miao Zhishun turned around and glared at the fat police officer. The fat police officer quickly shut up and slandered secretly in his heart: "Sir Miao is not a loyal fan of Fang Ting! But it seems that he is too."
Fang Ting was shot at close range. One shot hit her forehead, and the bullet shot out from the back of her head. She probably did not suffer any pain before she died, and she lost consciousness in an instant.
There was even a hint of a charming smile on Fang Ting's pretty face. It seemed that she did not expect the other party to suddenly shoot.
"Sir Miao! Could it be a murder of love?" a police officer wearing glasses suddenly asked.
Miao Zhishun nodded approvingly.
"I don't rule out this possibility. I am now more and more inclined to believe that the murderer knew the victim, especially Fang Ting." Miao Zhishun suddenly turned around and asked: "Fat man, does Fang Ting have any other scars from the struggle."
"Ah!" The fat police officer touched his nose and said awkwardly: "There are no scars on the surface, but whether he was sexually assaulted or not will have to wait for the next test results. This cannot be seen from the surface alone."
"However, even if it is sexual assault, Fang Ting is probably willing." Fatty muttered, looking at the charming smile on Fang Ting's face.
"Have you found the bullet?" Miao Zhishun shouted while looking at the bullet hole on Fang Ting's forehead.
"Oh! I know this." The fat police officer shouted with some excitement: "The murderer fired a total of four shots. Each victim was shot once, and they were all hit in the fatal area, killing each other with one shot."
The fat man took out a transparent bag from a piece of brown paper and handed it to Miao Zhishun.
"This is the warhead found at the scene, .40. The cartridge case is very large. It should be a modified semi-automatic pistol. The cartridge case also has increased gunpowder, and the power is even more amazing. It is very likely that the murderer modified it himself."
Miao Zhishun looked at the warhead in his hand carefully and asked without raising his head: "This modified gun should be loud, right?"
"Of course, with such a powerful firearm, even a longer barrel and a silencer cannot eliminate all the sound. At least with the closed construction of this small building, the sound of gunfire can definitely be heard indoors."
"What about the third floor? Can you hear the gun barrel on the first floor?" Miao Zhishun asked.
The fat police officer was not stupid and quickly understood what Miao Zhishun meant.
"You mean that Fang Ting knew about the gun on the first floor, but she didn't run away. Fang Ting was shot from the front without any defense. Instead, she was naked and greeted the murderer with a smile on her face. Is Fang Ting complicit?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out!" Miao Zhishun pinched his eyebrows, "At least judging from the situation at the scene, Fang Ting did not resist the murderer, at least she was not afraid of the murderer.!"
"But there's one thing I can't figure out."
"What?"
"The murderer had enough time to escape calmly after committing the crime, so why not destroy the crime scene?"
"Uh!" All police officers fell into deep thought, yes! Why?