Xie Yunmeng is still in the dead end pointed out by Fu Jun. Xiao Wu and Xiao Zhang are rushing back to the airport and will soon bring the information of the third murder to Fu Yan and Yun Yeyao.

We don’t need to talk about these things, let’s take a look at Fu Jun’s situation.

Xie Yunmeng has been away for a long time. The more Fu Jun thought about it, the more he became, the worse it was. He was very familiar with the section from the airport to Fumen Street. It was basically unlikely that the suspect attacked Shen Muyan on this section.

Because there are few hidden places, large flow of people, and there are many residential areas in various shopping streets, Fu Jun provided Xie Yunmeng with the location of the dead end.

He lived there for a while, not long, and it was indeed before the establishment of the stray dog ​​shelter. He also knew that Wang Haicheng's mother resisted the demolition.

Although the dead end is a little off, it is not far from the main road. Fu Jun thought about it and said that the only place to attack the main road on Fumen Street is the best place to attack. However, he suspected that the suspect would really attack Chen Muyan as Xie Yunmeng said?

If he ran farther away to attack, or tricked Chen Muyan into a corner that they didn't know, wouldn't Xie Yunmeng's actions be useless?

The more Fu Jun thought about it, the more he became less at ease. He paced back and forth in the police station, constantly looking out, hoping that at least one of Xie Yunmeng and Chen Muyan would appear at the door of the police station.

"Yes, ask Fu Yan, what's going on?" After thinking about it, Fu Jun decided to call his younger brother.

After the phone was connected, Fu Yan's irritable voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Hey! Brother, what's the matter? I'm busy!"

"I know you're busy. I called me because of the murder case over you."

"How do you know about this?...Oh! I remembered that the police station where you are is on the only way from the airport to Fumen Street? Is Chen Muyan your colleague?"

"Yes, that's right. Three police officers came from you just now, one of whom was named Xie, so I came to me to find Chen Muyan. I happened to go to the next community to handle the matter, and almost missed it."

"So Chen Muyan hasn't come back yet? Brother, have you seen the person who asked Chen Muyan to go to the airport? It's the suspect who is preparing to attack him."

"Okay, I'll call and go in with you."

Before Yan Muheng finished speaking, Mo Haiyou's voice came from behind. It turned out that he did not drive a police car at all, but called him alone, and there were no police officers around him.

Mo Hai was cold in his right hand and walked towards Yan Muheng and the others quickly. Yan Muheng came up and said, "I just heard that the scope of the case has been expanded. There are more than two murders in the airport and villa area. The two police officers came back to report the new situation."

"Where is the scene? Did you ask?" Mo Hai asked Yan Muheng as he walked right.

"Sorry, I haven't had time to ask."

"A big man, don't always apologize, it sounds uncomfortable." Mo Haiyou frowned and said, without looking at Yan Muheng, he walked straight past him.

A sense of loss immediately appeared in Yan Muheng's heart, and he forcibly ignored it, and hurriedly followed the forensic Mr.

After asking Xiao Wu and Xiao Zhang, Mo Haiyou took Yan Muheng straight to the scene of Chen Zhen. Before he separated, he took care of the two police officers and helped Yun Yeyao to tell Yun Yeyao that he had arrived at the airport.

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After Mo Haiyou left alone, Xiao Xie arranged for the police car to transport the body to the police station morgue first, waiting for further autopsy.

The witnesses and relatives also sat in a police car and went to the bureau. Now all the work on the scene is under his command. Xiao Xie went upstairs to the front of the decorative wall and carefully observed the things on the long table.

He had heard Yan Muheng talk about the vase and pen holder, and they were all placed there properly, but the things in the pen holder were taken away.

Xiao Xie poked his head to the bottom of the pen holder and forgot that there was nothing but dust inside. Then he looked at the vase again, and seemed to have found something. He reached out to pull out the paperweight stuffed there, and called a police officer to help.

The paperweight was stuck there. Finally, Xiao Xie broke the vase's mouth before taking the thing out. The policeman held the heavy paperweight in his hand and asked strangely: "Is there any clue on this thing?"

"Not this, I saw that there seemed to be a small note in the vase, which was blocked by this." Xiao Xie said as he reached into the broken vase mouth.

The police officer reminded him: "Be careful not to cut your hands."

"It's okay, the mouth of this bottle is made of plastic, not that fast."

Xiao Xie's hand fumbled inside for about half a minute, and really took out a small note. He expanded it and saw that the word "Yun" was written in blood.

Yun Yeyao was also afraid of seeing Yan Muheng, so he could only smile awkwardly when he saw him. "Hello, Xiaoheng, I heard that you have become an auxiliary police officer recently, come on!"

"You don't have to care, what are you doing? Xiao Zuo is busy!"

"I'll help Xiao Zuo because I'm an eyewitness in this case." Yun Yeyao tried hard to show his smile. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he was also unhappy that Yan Muheng would be following Mo Hai's right inexplicably.

After the two talked for a few times, Yan Muheng had no appropriate reason to prevent Yun Yeyao from seeing Mo Haiyou, so he had to give in, but his unhappy mood was revealed on his face.

Mo Haiyou saw Yan Muheng seemed to be talking to someone, but he didn't know who it was. The pickup truck blocked his sight, so he could only ask in the direction of Yan Muheng: "Is it the forensic assistant here?"

"No, it's Mr. Yun."

"Xiao Zuo, it's me. If you transfer me here on a business trip, you won't tell me. It's too much."

When Yun Yeyao's clear voice came into his ears, Mo Haiyou immediately became gentle. He walked out of the pickup truck, took off his work gloves, pulled Yun Yeyao and asked, "I heard that it was the murder you discovered. Someone was going to attack you at that time. Are you injured?"

"No, Xiao Zuo, I'm fine." Yun Yeyao habitually rubbed Mo Hai's right shoulder, like a cute little animal. Mo Haiyou actually smiled and used his hand to smooth the hair on the back of Yun Yeyao's head.

All of this was seen by Yan Muheng, and the man's heart began to thrill again. Maybe he would never have received such treatment in his life, but he did not regret it. If he loved someone, he would never leave him. Even if he was unrequited, he would still use his life to protect him. This is Yan Muheng's love philosophy.

Standing not far away, he silently watched the interaction between Xiaozuo and Xiaoyou. He did not let himself get close, but allowed the jealousy in his heart to spread, burn, and let the pain tear his nerves apart.

After saying hello, Yun Yeyao remembered that Yan Muheng was still watching, and felt sorry for Yan Muheng, so he pushed Mo Hai's right hand away and asked, "How is the condition of the body? Have you found any new clues?"

"Yes, let me tell you in detail later. Where is Xie Yunmeng? Didn't you call him?" Mo Haiyou asked back.

Yun Yeyao told Mo Haiyou what had just happened, and then said, "Xiao Meng went to find that policeman. I guess he would be attacked, but for so long, Xiao Meng didn't call me."

"But I still don't understand why the murderer is so complicated to kill? What's the point of doing this?" Yan Muheng asked. He was very 'deeply disliked' about the two brothers' habit of always thinking about where they think and like to keep them indifferent. Yan Muheng, like Xie Yunmeng, was very 'deeply hated'.

Mo Haiyou replied to him: "The victim was cut into a buzz cut and it was very uneven. It was obvious that he was in a hurry to disguise after his death. I found some hair debris on the inside of the victim's collar because she was too fat. These debris were hidden in the folds of the skin. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it."

"But there is no hair debris elsewhere. What does this mean? Yan Muheng, think about it, if Xiaoyao found that the hair was cut from the victim's head, then the incision was so neat, and the victim's hair should be very flat. If the murderer trimmed his hair twice while killing people, then the scalp that fell around the corpse would not be able to be cleaned up so clean."

"I don't understand what the murderer wants to do? Just tell me directly?" Yan Muheng was a little anxious.

Seeing him like this, Yun Yeyao burst out laughing and said, "Xiaoheng, you are really as unbearable as Xiao Meng!"

‘That’s not that you like to circle around too much?’ Yan Muheng complained in his heart.

Yun Yeyao said: "At this point, you should actually understand. Xiaoheng, your thinking direction is wrong. Do you understand?"

"The thinking direction is wrong?"

"You are right to think about the purpose of the murderer doing these things, but you are too obsessed with the unnecessaryness of these things. Sometimes the necessity of one thing will highlight the unnecessaryness of other aspects. This is your misunderstanding. Think about what we are talking about, which are the real purpose of the murderer? What are they that need to be ignored?"

"This..." Yan Muheng was like a student struggling by the examiner, thinking hard. Yun Yeyao and Mo Haiyou were not in a hurry, waiting for Yan Muheng's answer.

After a while, Yan Muheng finally said, "You just said that someone had cleaned the scene after the murderer. Assuming that the murderer didn't know that someone would do this, he simply cleaned the scene himself. Then the person you said was the murderer who was in a hurry, and the person who had plenty of time was the shelterer, right?"

"Well, it's roughly correct," Yun Yeyao praised Yan Muheng, "but the shelterers are not right, because it's not yet certain whether the person who helped the murderer clean up the scene was the shelterers or the betrayer."

After a moment, the cell phone in the detective's pocket rang.

"Xiao Meng, where are you? I have arrived at Changqing Road."

It was Yun Yeyao's voice, Xie Yunmeng whispered: "When you see the path in the green belt, you will walk directly into it. It is the road closest to the community. There is a stray dog ​​shelter inside. They will point you to the dead end, and then just walk to the end. Call me when you get to the bottom of the alley."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Yun Yeyao was about to hang up the phone, but Xie Yunmeng asked first: "How many police officers have you brought?"

"No, I came alone, Xiao Meng, your voice sounds boring, what's wrong?"

"Let's talk about it when you come."

After hanging up the phone, Yun Yeyao's face became solemn. Although he didn't know what was going on with Xie Yunmeng, he heard the hilarious anger of the detective.

After getting off the taxi, Yun Yeyao quickly walked towards the sidewalk. He quickly found the shelter that Xie Yunmeng mentioned, and the staff guided him into the alley. The puppies at the entrance of the alley were already in cages because they were afraid that they would affect the police's case handling.

Walking into the iron gate, Yun Yeyao looked at the wall without a door. He didn't know which side Xie Yunmeng was. He was about to take out his cell phone to make a call, but he saw the collapsed wall on the right. It looked like Xie Yunmeng bumped into it. Yun Yeyao immediately walked towards the gap in the wall.

The body was still lying quietly under the big tree. Yun Yeyao recognized it as Shen Muyan at a glance, because after Xie Yunmeng dug out Shen Muyan, he leaned on the trunk, with his face facing Yun Yeyao.

Chen Muyan's entire chin and lips were swollen, his mouth was slightly open, his face was purple, his clothes were torn, and many places were torn to pieces, even his pants, but he could not see any injuries on his body.

Yun Yeyao looked around and did not see Xie Yunmeng's figure. He shouted a few times, but did not respond.

‘Where has Xiao Meng gone? The phone call just now, he should have been waiting for me in place?’ Yun Yeyao thought, and was about to go to the houses around the yard to take a look. Those houses were disrepaired and there was no sign of resident people.

Just as Yun Yeyao was about to walk into one of the rooms, his arm was grabbed from behind.

"Who?" Yun Yeyao turned around suddenly.

"It's me, Xiaoyao, why didn't you call?"

The person coming was Xie Yunmeng. After hearing Yun Yeyao's shout, he did not answer, but turned it out directly from the other wall.

"The murderer left these to perfectly cover up his footprints. Maybe he wore the old lady's shoes when he was acting and paid great attention to the pace. I think the murderer must be the old lady's family or someone he knew. Otherwise, he would not be able to avoid the sight of the shelter staff outside." Yun Yeyao spoke up and observed the footprints on the ground carefully.

Xie Yunmeng said: "That's true. Yesterday afternoon, the staff heard someone making noise in the yard, but through the window, she saw the yard calm and the old lady was resting alone on the recliner. I guess that at that time, the old lady had been killed. It was the quarrel made by the murderer who deliberately made the staff see the scene in the yard."

"The staff told me clearly that he heard that the person who was talking in the yard was the old lady's son Wang Haicheng, who is a sanitation worker and is in his fifties this year."

"Wang Haicheng? Are you sure you won't hear it wrong?" Yun Yeyao asked.

"It seems that it's not wrong, because Wang Haicheng lives here, and people nearby can hear his voice every day, and the staff also provide several information. First, Wang Haicheng is a sanitation worker on the road near the airport. Second, although he does wind and sunlight, he gives people a gentle and gentle feeling, like a person in charge of an enterprise or company."

"Also, the staff said that seeing a set of Wang Haicheng's work clothes in the yard, stacked neatly there, and speculated that Wang Haicheng forgot to bring his work clothes at work that day." Xie Yunmeng said: "My analysis is that the murderer wants to blame Wang Haicheng. First of all, I don't believe that a person will be so cruel. Secondly, once the police find the body and hear the staff's testimony, Wang Haicheng will be the first suspect. But will a worker who works every day be so careless that he forgets his work clothes?"

"Xiao Meng," Yun Yeyao said: "I agree with you, but Wang Haicheng has been arrested. Now it is in the hands of Officer Fu. I have told the Officer Fu that Wang Haicheng and the others are not the murderers, but Officer Fu does not seem to believe my judgment."

"What's going on?" Xie Yunmeng asked.

"No, Xiaoyao." Xie Yunmeng retorted: "If the old lady didn't die yesterday, how could her skin state be like this? The skin of a living person will have red spots and become hot, and there will be edema and large areas of peeling after a long period of time, but the old lady's skin seems to be burned, black, atrophy and dry, which is the consequence of long-term direct sunlight after death."

"But it's not winter now, why didn't she rot? The outdoor air in the city is humid. In many ways, it's impossible for her to not rot a day and night." Yun Yeyao approached the body, but still didn't smell the stench, but smelled a faint smell of grass.

"What is this?" Yun Yeyao suddenly asked.

Xie Yunmeng didn't understand what he meant and asked, "What did you say?"
To be continued...