Chapter 1492

He pushed the door open and entered.

What met his eyes was the same intense color.

Unlike the intense awards in the living room, Zhou Ming's room was filled with his various paintings, mostly vivid and bizarre colors, like demons from mythological stories.

"Each one has a cage." Jin Chen glanced over and sighed softly, "This is probably also symbolizing himself."

"But why is there a sour smell?"

The room had no windows opened, it had been stuffy for a long time, but this sour smell wasn't just from something not dried.

"Did you smell it?" Jin Chen asked Wu Lin, who was silently observing beside him.

Wu Lin nodded, walked further in, and said, "Yellow ochre."

"What?" Jin Chen looked at him from behind, not hearing clearly.

"These are the pigments used for painting." Wu Lin touched the dried paint on the easel, then looked at the lump of yellow ochre on the table, "Natural yellow ochre is relatively expensive and contains toxins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Chen grabbed his wrist and sprayed it with alcohol a few times.

Wu Lin: "……"

Jin Chen said sternly, "You're not wearing gloves; what are you touching randomly?"

"Talking about toxins without mentioning dosage is just being a rascal." Wu Lin said.

"Not eliminating danger in the cradle is being a rascal." Jin Chen replied, still intending to put gloves on him; Wu Lin seemed to be scalded, quickly taking them and putting them on himself.

Jin Chen chuckled, rubbed his fingertips, and focused his attention on the clues.

"Are the symptoms of yellow ochre poisoning the same as those shown on Zhou Ming's corpse?"

Wu Lin put on his rubber gloves, suppressed an inexplicable surge in his heart, his long fingers lightly touched the drawing board, thought, then answered: "If a high-concentration yellow ochre solution is extracted from natural yellow ochre, then... the poisoning symptoms basically match those shown on the corpse."

After saying that, he frowned again, picked up a nearby paintbrush, and said: "After Zhou Ming's corpse was burned, some intact skin still contained toxins; it's very likely that a paintbrush dipped in yellow ochre solution was used to paint on his body."

This can explain why the toxin distribution on the skin is uneven and lacks a pattern.

Jin Chen opened the desk drawer, clicked his tongue twice upon hearing that, and said: "In other words, Zhou Ming not only had the perpetrator inject him with a high-concentration yellow ochre solution containing toxin, but also painted on his body, and finally was burned to death by fire."

This is already beyond the scope of a crime of passion; the perpetrator obviously had scouted the location beforehand with full malice.

The drawer contained nothing but paintbrushes and various medicine bottles.

Often, the order in which items are placed can reveal much information; Jin Chen did not rashly rummage through, but simply took out the whole drawer and laid it on the tabletop.

"Wu Lin, come take a look at these medicines."

Wu Lin walked over to his side, fiddled a bit, frowned and said in a low voice: "Trouble Jin Team to go ask his mother for Zhou Ming's diagnostic records."

"Found it."

"The little evidence-searching expert Jin Chen handed over the case file hidden in the wardrobe," he said, "but it's already a year-old diagnosis; can it still be used?"

"Yes."

Wu Lin compared the case with the prescription medicines, separating the two medicine bottles from the others.

"The medicines previously prescribed by the hospital were mostly fluoxetine, mild in effect with few side effects, combined with low-dose mirtazapine that works quickly and other drugs."

"But recently, his medication was suddenly switched to clomipramine."

Jin Chen thought for a moment: "Isn't clomipramine also used to treat depression?"

Wu Lin lifted his gaze to look at him; his eyes were like a tranquil lake, unfathomable at a glance.

"The problem is, Zhou Ming explicitly wrote in his case file that he had comorbid anxiety; clomipramine is not suitable for him and may even cause nervous excitement and hallucinatory delusions."

"So..." Wu Lin's heart stirred slightly, he once again looked at that easel, "The sudden change in painting style might be because of this."

For Zhou Ming, clomipramine is like a person teetering on the edge of a rooftop, thinking rescue will come, but instead taking a stimulant that triggers everything.

"Jin Team." Yi Tian knocked on the door, "This is the hospital prescription preserved by Zhou Ming's mother."

Jin Chen took it and glanced: "Indeed, there is no clomipramine."

Wait a moment, the hospital……

Jin Chen suddenly clenched the paper in his hand, his brows turning icy for an instant.

"Isn't the protagonist attacker Gu Huan just a doctor?"

【Zero Egg, check Gu Huan.】

【Sure thing~】

【However, host, according to the original plot development, the protagonist attacker probably isn't the murderer.】

Jin Chen met Wu Lin's faintly doubtful gaze, chuckled, and said, "It's fine."

Even if he isn't the murderer, we cannot let this obvious clue slip by.

According to the clues we have so far, yellow ochre and the sudden appearance of clomipramine are both key information, very likely coming from the murderer.

"Bad news." Duan Xiao Bai said as he walked in, saying: "We didn't find any phone fragments at the crime scene; earlier Yu Jue had inferred he was at home, but his mother said Zhou Ming always had his phone on him."

"So it's possible the murderer took the phone when fleeing the scene; Wei Yan's side said they couldn't trace any signal."

"What about the computer?" Jin Chen asked.

Duan Xiao Bai shrugged: "They said that during his last episode, Zhou Ming smashed his notebook himself, and afterwards it's just been left in the drawer unrepaired."

Yi Tian opened the bedside drawer, "Mom……"

He moved aside, his expression grave: "This definitely isn't caused by an episode."

It's almost shattered into pieces; the possibility of deliberate destruction is greater.

"Take it back to the police station and ask Wei Yan if he can extract computer information using crystal cores."

"Okay."

Yi Tian had just opened his phone to call Wei Yan when, coincidentally, Wei Yan posted a video in the group.

Yi Tian turned on the loudspeaker to play Wei Yan's voice, which was Ke Xiu's; he guessed that Ke Xiu found Wei Yan's speech too slow.

"Jin Team, we investigated all surveillance covering the routes Zhou Ming could have taken on the day he left school; he left the school dormitory building in the afternoon, took a bus to Bishui Park, after which no further surveillance captured him."

But Bishui Park has a large parking lot; the surveillance happened to be broken, and we suspect that's where Zhou Ming was taken by the killer.

Jin Chen watched the video at triple speed, his voice grew low.

Zhou Ming might know the killer.

"Ah?" Duan Xiao Bai reacted after a moment, "Why do you say that?"

Wu Lin also looked at Jin Chen, and saw this person staring at him again while speaking.

"Bishui Park used to be a key police surveillance area, with three main gates, and there were many guards and staff inside; if Zhou Ming wanted to escape, even struggling would cause some commotion."

Jin Chen tapped again at the text displayed on the screen: "The broken surveillance shows the killer had scouted the place, but Zhou Ming, who took the 890 bus that passes through this residential area, had no need to get off at Bishui Park stop."

Yi Tian exclaimed in shock: "This brat went with the killer willingly."

Jin Chen had just finished speaking when he saw Wei Yan calling.

"What's up?"

"Jin Team!" Wei Yan's speech speed unusually quickened, "My computer suddenly received several photos… they're yours, the other party is using a virtual IP, and I've intercepted the signals I traced."

Jin Chen opened Wei Yan's message page, his pupils suddenly constricted.

The photos showed the four of them just arriving at the residential area! Even the focus was on their fronts.

Duan Xiao Bai sucked in a cold breath, "What is this… a provocation against the police by the killer?"

【Mom! I didn't notice.】 Ling Gun Gun jumped in fright, 【I-I-I won't slack off anymore!】