Chapter 141

"Chen Pu, come here." Someone shouted on the hillside.

Chen Pu was meeting a witness, and his colleague called him specifically, which must be an important discovery. He glanced at Li Qingyao, who nodded, and he turned and ran up the slope.

"Are you together?" Xiang Siling suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.

Li Qingyao looked at her and didn't answer.

"You should choose Luo Huaizheng." Xiang Siling said to herself, "He still loves you. He is better than anyone else."

"You still have the time to mind other people's business?" Li Qingyao said calmly, "It seems you are not scared."

Xiang Siling's expression was still empty: "Even if someone points a gun at my head, I will still care about things related to Luo Huaizheng."

Li Qingyao stopped answering her, and instead looked directly at her and said, "Xiang Siling, you helped us once, and helped Luo Huaizheng. What you did before was of no benefit to you, but you did it anyway. If you help us again this time, and tell us everything you saw truthfully - both times, you can strive to make it count as meritorious service, do you understand what I mean?"

Xiang Siling raised his eyes and looked into her eyes.

Xiang Siling was not thinking about whether she had made any contribution or not. Her thoughts drifted a little far away. If the Li Qingyao she saw when they met again a few months ago was cold and gloomy, and even had a bit of hypocrisy in his smile, then the person who was looking at her with extremely clear and determined eyes at this moment was almost the same as the girl who was as tall as a white crane in her memory seven years ago. That was also the person Xiang Siling had envied and admired for many years.

What made Li Qingyao change and find himself again?

Was it Luo Huaizheng's redress that finally resolved the seven-year knot in her heart? Or was it the man who just stood beside her?

"Then don't change it anymore." Xiang Siling said softly.

Li Qingyao didn't understand what was going on, but Xiang Siling had already lowered her head, hugged the sleeping child tightly in her arms, and said, "Don't worry, I will tell you everything I see."

Li Qingyao didn't plan to talk to Xiang Siling alone. She was too important to the case and had to be properly guarded and taken back to the police station for careful questioning. Not long after, two colleagues came over and took Xiang Siling and her daughter, who were not injured, back to the police station first. Li Qingyao went up the hill to find Chen Pu.

Chen Pu stood next to Qian Chengfeng's car and took an evidence bag from Yan Yong. Inside was a thousand paper cranes folded from white paper, with faint traces of blood.

Chen Pu carefully took out the paper cranes and unwrapped it. It looked like an ordinary A4 printer paper. The words on it were all written in blood. The handwriting was very twisted and sloppy, with different sizes and trembling strokes:
[I am a beast and do not deserve to live in this world. Even if I die, I cannot atone for my sins.]

Chen Pu carefully flipped through the page and found no other marks. He looked up at Yan Yong and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Yan Yong answered: "At first, I found a little blood on one of the windshield wipers. I was wondering how it got there, so I asked the forensic team to come and take a sample. Later, I searched in the bushes and just found this about 20 meters away from the car. Look..." He folded the paper back into a thousand paper cranes and pointed to an extra crease on the crane: "Does it look like it was caused by the windshield wiper?"

Chen Pu walked to the side of the car and clamped the paper cranes between the wipers, and then they found that the traces were completely overlapping. In other words, someone left this "suicide note" that didn't look like a suicide note here. It might have been blown away by the wind later. But that person might not care, because the police would definitely conduct a carpet search of the surrounding area and it would be impossible for them to miss the paper cranes. At this time, Li Qingyao came running over, and Ding Guoqiang received the news and came over with a few people. After reading the paper cranes, Ding Guoqiang was silent for a while and said, "Shut your mouths tightly, don't say a word about the case! Do whatever you need to do, and wait for my notification for the next tasks!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and left in a hurry.

Li Qingyao heard Zhou Yangxin whisper beside him: "Fuck, this is a big deal, a serial killer! I didn't expect that I would really encounter one in this lifetime!"

Li Qingyao just remembered that there was also a son of Criminal Minds here.

Even though Li Qingyao only had a general understanding of criminal psychology, she had been instilled with a concept by countless TV dramas - criminal psychology is particularly effective against serial killers. She was also curious and patted Zhou Yangxin's arm: "What do you think? Do you want to make a profile portrait?"

Zhou Yangxin's old face was rarely red, and he said, "Do you think I'm a computer? How can I be that fast? I... cough, I'm still in the stage of collecting information."

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After completing the on-site exploration and protection work, the main force of the criminal police team followed Ding Guoqiang back to the bureau.

On the way back, Li Qingyao and Chen Pu were in the same car.

It was not the first time that Li Qingyao noticed that whenever there was a case, Chen Pu's temperament would change. His usual idle, silly aura that allowed her to manipulate him was gone, and he no longer had the energy to tease her. He sat there driving, his back like a solid bow, always slightly tense; his face was gloomy, his eyebrows were sharp, and he had a bit of murderous aura in his bones. His elbows were sometimes on the steering wheel, and one hand was on his mouth or chin, which meant that he couldn't help thinking about the case again. This man seemed to be covered with an invisible armor, ready to jump out at any time, running, chasing, and fighting at full speed.

Li Qingyao's mind was also full of this case. But even though she was immersed in the case, she remained relaxed. She sat in the passenger seat, crossed her legs, crossed her arms, and took out her 24-hour wet wipes to wipe her ten fingers again, not wanting to leave any blood or dirt. Finally, she took a sip of the tea that Chen Pu bought for her in the morning, then unscrewed his bottle and handed it to him.

Chen Pu was about to take it, but he reacted instantly and didn't reach out. Instead, he drank from her hand and said, "Thank you."

Li Qingyao put down the tea and said, "Do you also think it was done by the same person?"

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"The scene of Qian Chengfeng's death does have several important similarities with the scene of Liu Huaixin's death: First, the scene was very clean. The murderer had a strong sense of anti-detection and left no hair, fingerprints or blood. Second, I think that in both cases, the murderer had a high degree of control over the deceased. He was able to force two adult men to leave suicide notes and die by cutting their wrists, but there were not many signs of a struggle. There was no struggle in the Liu Huaixin case, which is not simple. Third, although the contents of the suicide notes are different, the styles are very similar. It can be judged that the contents of the suicide notes were all specified by the murderer; fourth, all of them died by cutting their wrists, which is also very rare in homicide. The murderer must have a special intention."

Chen Pu said: "Yes, the idea is very clear, it seems that you follow me."

Li Qingyao glanced at him calmly: "Why don't you follow me?"

"Yes, yes, of course I'll follow your instructions." As he spoke to her, the lively and gentle Chen Pushai seemed to come back.