Chapter 47

the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng city broke up into small groups and scattered into the streets and alleys to inquire about the families of the dead. This is the most basic and important part of the daily criminal investigation work.

"Hello, policeman, did your daughter ever come into contact with such patterns as" Moby Dick "or" ocean "

"I don't know. My daughter doesn't live with me."

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"It could be the killer," she said slowly

Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows and said: "Wu Wei is a boarding student. He eats three meals a day in the school canteen. I'll ask someone to check the school's recipe today. If there is no such thing in the dinner, it means that he is not eating at school, and the person who eats with him may be the last one to see him Individuals. "

"I checked the contents of his stomach, which contained rice, tomatoes, beef, etc., and speculated that the time of death should be within 2-3 hours after eating."

Lin Yan was thrown by her pocket head, but she was not angry. She was just a little cold, so she took it over and covered her body.

Song Yuhang immediately turned back, at the same time, he picked up his coat and threw it to her: "if you have a word, say it quickly. If you have a fart, put on your clothes by the way."

Lin Yan smiles again, leans back on the chair and looks at her carelessly: "Hey, I have some new discoveries. Do you want to hear them?"

Song Yuhang's less obvious Adam's Apple moved and turned away from her.

"I don't want to be seen."

"What do I wear is my freedom? Is song team wide or..." She hesitated, biting the spoon, looked up at her, eyes flow, pure inside there is a trace of desire.

Lin Yan sat closer and opened the lid of the lunch box. The porridge was still warm and she had not a bite to eat. She went closer to see her computer screen.

Song Yuhang couldn't bear it: "in public, there are so many heterosexuals in the training room. Can't you come out and hang around every time you take a bath and wear a vest sling?"

"How does song team know I like porridge?"

Lin Yan glared at her with a kind of thoughtful and meaningful eyes. Just after the bath, the top of her hair was still wet. Her curly hair hung down on her shoulder, and the water was flowing down the clavicle.

All of a sudden, Qi Shushu's heads came over, and song Yuhang, who looked straight at him, was a little embarrassed. He laughed and scolded, "if you have something to eat, it's good. You're also picky. Work!"

On hearing the food, Zheng Chengrui poked out a head from the computer opposite him and said with a sad face: "Why are we all ordinary takeout boxed rice, and forensic doctor Lin is preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

Song Yuhang did not lift his head, pointing to the box lunch left for her on the table: "preserved egg and lean meat porridge, eat it."

in order to cover up the smell of rotten corpses, she will spray a lot of perfume every time after dissection, essentially a beautiful person.

After taking a bath and wiping her hair, she came out to find song Yuhang. Before she arrived, Xiang had arrived first.

The training room is still brightly lit.

Lin Yan has been doing the two sets of anatomy for six hours. It was already two o'clock in the morning when he came out.

Lin Yan continued: "according to the degree of digestion of gastric contents, the time of death is approximately 2-3 hours after eating."

The little forensic doctor then came back to his senses: "well, well, just said, said..."

Lin Yan did not lift his head: "what are you doing, continue to write!"

Others looked at her in horror, and the pen in the hands of the forensic intern who was in charge of the recording stopped.

……

Scoop up a lump of minced meat, take off the mask to the nose: "and beef."

She paused and said, "rice, tomatoes..."

Lin Yan's face was as usual. Without frowning, he turned over and scooped out with a spoon: "most of the contents of the stomach moved to the duodenum, and there was a considerable degree of digestion, which was visible to the naked eye..."

Duan Cheng's face was blue and white, and he began to retch again.

Lin Yan took it out with his bare hands and muttered. The red, yellow and white ones turned out. It was the scene of epic thriller and disaster movie.

Duan turned his back and retched a few times, then quickly turned back and pointed the camera at the dead.

The pungent smell came out.

"Cut open the stomach and examine its contents."

Lin Yan picked up the scissors from the tray, and his hands were as if they had been fished out of the blood.They examined the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney of the deceased respectively, and found no suspicious points.

As time went by, Lin Yan's autopsy was meticulous. After standing for a long time, his forehead exuded a thin layer of sweat, and his back protective clothing also had traces of being wet by sweat.

In the huge training room, the clattering of the keyboard started.

As long as one person followed suit, others went back to their stations and started posting online.

Wang an other people look at each other, Zheng Chengrui took the lead to open the computer, also began to type.

"We are police. We don't deal with danger. Who do we leave danger to, ordinary people?" She light finish, hand action did not stop, has left in a forum "I want to commit suicide" post.

Someone hesitated: "Song team, in case the other side is a ferocious person, is it too dangerous?"

Others wake up, too.

He said, song Yuhang has opened the major search interface, input "suicide" two words, jump out of countless red and green forum.

Zheng Chengrui's mind flashed by: "Oh, you mean..."

As soon as she pulled the chair and sat down, she gritted her teeth and typed: "since this move doesn't work, let's lead the snake out of the hole."

Song Yuhang's face is changeable. She thinks of the face of the dead boy, the face of fan Lin, the face of he Miao, and more young girls who have never seen but live forever in the photos.

"Officer song..." established by the ad hoc group Lin Yan grabbed the corner of her dress feebly: "don't go, OK? I haven't drunk a mouthful of water all day. Do you think you're walking

Song Yuhang turned a deaf ear, carrying his own bag, armpit holding a notebook to do notes to continue to move forward.

"Hello -" she called her in a long voice: "Song Yuhang, I can't walk any more."

Although there are three rules, Miss Lin is not the kind of person who can keep her word.

When song Yuhang and Lin Yan turned from day to night, they also got a lot of information about Moby Dick.

"* *

his teammate patted him on the shoulder:" it's OK, let's go back and report to song team first, and then try to recover slowly. "

He dejectedly put down his hands: "this chat room not only set up an unconventional encryption program, but also wrapped up a layer of self destruct program outside the encryption program. When the password is wrong three times in a row, the self destruct program will start. Sorry, I'm careless."

……

"Sorry, the program is damaged and cannot be started."

"Sorry, the program is damaged and cannot be started."

"Sorry, the program is damaged and cannot be started."

He kept typing the keyboard, trying to restore the program, but the computer always sent a cold sound.

"No!" Zheng Chengrui's secret way is not good. Before he has time to move, the whale bursts, and the sky is full of fluorescent blue fragments. Then the computer black screen crashes.

After a short silence, nothing happened. Just when they thought the decoding was successful, a whale slowly appeared on the computer, turning from white to red and bleeding.

"Good." Zheng Chengrui held it with his fingertips and took a deep breath to input the characters.

"Try his mother's birthday."

The man thought about it, and his eyes fell on the photo of his dead wife beside the computer.

A person or thing of great significance.

He gritted his teeth: "is there any other number that could be a password, or someone or something that means a lot to your son?"

After getting the answer, Zheng Chengrui lost a string of six digit characters, but the decryption still failed.

"And your son's birthday?"

The man thought for a while and knew nothing about these things: "I don't know. I haven't touched this thing since I bought it. I don't understand it at all."

Zheng Chengrui exuded a thin sweat from his forehead, turned his head and asked the victim's father, "do you know your son's password?"

Decryption failed.

He fingertips on the keyboard, trying to decipher, people hold their breath, only to hear a cold sound, a big red fork appeared on the screen.

Along with these words emerged a encrypted chat room.

"Ocean", "Moby Dick", "liberation" and "want to die".

Line by line of blue code leaping across the glasses, the time went by, he finally extracted the key words from the vast sea of information.

Zheng Chengrui gently blows away the dust on the keyboard and presses the power on button, skillfully looking for useful things in the sea of information.

The man lives alone and works on the construction site. It seems that his family is not very rich, but he still buys his beloved computer for his son.

The room is not big, the pattern of two rooms and one hall, the decoration is simple, and there are signs of water seepage on the ceiling.

The man opened the bedroom door for them: "yes, please."

Zheng Chengrui stepped forward: "may I have a look at your son's computer?""I work in the construction site during the day, and come back very late at night. I don't communicate much." The man thought: "however, he was addicted to the Internet for some time before he died. I came back in the middle of the night and saw him chatting with people on the Internet. I thought that this" Moby Dick "might be a netizen."

The investigators opened the first page of the diary and found a picture of the boy's pretty face. He was also slightly disappointed: "did your son mention this" Moby Dick "to you? Was it a person or an organization?"

After thinking about it, the man took out a diary from the room and handed it to the policeman: "yes, my son, alas When he was a child, he had a car accident and fell ill. His legs and feet were inconvenient. He was often bullied by his classmates in school. Once he came back, he told me that he didn't want to live and wanted to find "Moby Dick" for relief. I thought he was just joking, but who knows This is my son's diary. If it works, you can take it. "

"Hello, policeman, did you hear your son talk about" Moby Dick "and" liberation "

"Yes, thank you."

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