Chapter 11

Qi Fei muttered while running toward Xiao Lu not far away.

"Yesterday, when that person handed you the lunch box, you said you didn't see his face, but did you see his hands?"

Looking at Qi Fei's anxious look, Xiao Lu was stunned and stammered: "Yes, why?"

"Great, do you remember if he was wearing gloves?" Qi Fei asked immediately.

"It seems not." Xiao Lu gave Qi Fei the answer he expected.

"Brother Fei, you're confused. We checked the dining cart early this morning, and it was also cleaned up. We didn't find any effective traces," Wu Shanqiu said from the side.

"No, no, he must have cleaned the dining cart, but the lunch box wasn't." Qi Fei looked at the time and said anxiously to Xiao Lu: "Which trash can did you throw the lunch box in?"

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized and hurriedly ran toward the floor where Zhu Ming'en was hospitalized.

In the Criminal Police Brigade, Wu Shanqiu walked quickly to Qi Fei with the test report: "Brother Fei, you were right. On the lunch box Xiao Lu threw away, besides his fingerprints, we also found another person's fingerprints. After comparing them, they don't match any of the fingerprints in the hospital."

Qi Fei grabbed the report, looking at the clear fingerprint copy inside, his eyes like torches: "It seems this is the person we are looking for. Have you compared it in the system?"

Wu Shanqiu shook her head and said: "We compared it, Brother Fei, you have to see this."

Wu Shanqiu opened the computer and retrieved the data. As the search began, after a while, the blank search page began to show content.

Wu Shanqiu looked at the lonely record that appeared on the screen and said to Qi Fei: "Brother Fei, do you remember this case? Isn't it the arson case that Lanhe asked us to assist in investigating last year?"

Qi Fei remembered it as soon as he saw it. Of course he wouldn't forget. The deceased, Yang Jinhan, was a live-in son-in-law of a Gu family in Sanwu Town. The scene when he went to the town to understand the situation from the family members was still vivid in his mind, because unlike the reaction of family members who knew the news of death, Yang Jinhan's father-in-law and mother-in-law ignored the police and said he deserved to die. However, the crime scene was in Lanhe, hundreds of kilometers away from Sanwu Town. Because the Gu family had a solid alibi, they were ruled out one by one.

"This case hasn't been solved yet," Wu Shanqiu said.

"Such a coincidence, and it's related to Sanwu Town again?" Qi Fei muttered, "Bring up the details and take another look."

The scene photos were skipped one by one. Yang Jinhan's skin was 90% burned, and the appearance in the photos was unbearable to look at.

Wu Shanqiu remembered clearly: "At that time, I chatted with friends from Lanhe. This Yang Jinhan only died after being sent to the hospital for more than a month. But they didn't get any useful information from his mouth. Because the burns were too severe, as long as he was awakened, there was only screaming and shock caused by severe pain, so the hospital had to inject a large amount of sedatives to keep him in a coma, so they didn't know who had committed such a cruel act."

"Hmm, Brother Fei, I also remember that Yang Jinhan was splashed with gasoline and burned at a gas station in Lanhe and died after being sent to the hospital. Speaking of which!" Wu Shanqiu suddenly remembered something, "We also investigated the Gu family who reacted abnormally at that time. Yes, it was said that this Yang Jinhan had a severe domestic violence tendency, beat his wife to a miscarriage, and refused to divorce, clamoring that he would kill the whole Gu Ruyun family if they divorced. I also remember the wounds on Gu Ruyun's body, too pitiful."

"It seems Yang Jinhan is a heinous person, just like Zhu Ming'en," Qi Fei said thoughtfully.

"It seems so, and the same fingerprints were left at the scene."

Qi Fei's gaze noticed something in the picture, "Wait!" He said, grabbing the keyboard from Wu Shanqiu's hand and adjusting the photos that had just been skipped. He leaned forward toward the computer screen unconsciously. He zoomed in and zoomed in on a place.

Wu Shanqiu looked at his serious expression and couldn't help but focus on checking what was abnormal in this photo. Qi Fei zoomed in on a wall in the background of the crime scene. There seemed to be a graffiti on it. The crime scene was dilapidated and desolate, so it wasn't strange to have graffiti, but at this moment, the shape of the graffiti attracted Qi Fei's great attention.

The image wasn't very clear. It was a circle with some lines extending from the edge. As the screen kept zooming in, Wu Shanqiu couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah! Brother Fei, isn't this the monster on the wall in the morgue?"

Yes, this pattern sprayed with black paint could vaguely see two things similar to heads, and those lines were eight in total, about four arms and four legs. If you didn't pay attention, you would think it was a crab or something drawn at random, but now Qi Fei cared too much about this pattern.

"Shanqiu," Qi Fei said in a deep voice, "We are facing a serial killer. It seems we have to go to Sanwu Town again."

Qi Fei didn't know when he said this that this chase would take how long. When he stepped into Sanwu Town again, this fateful confrontation would be how long-lasting.

When he arrived at Sanwu Town, it was the "Heavy Snow" of the twenty-four solar terms. Although there was no real snow in the small southern town, it was also an atmosphere of killing. Looking at the familiar and strange streets, Qi Fei's fragmented memories flashed back and disappeared from time to time. The disturbed memories, every time he thought of them, were mixed with indescribable frustration. If a person's memory could be invaded and destroyed, it was simply too fragile.

Many roads in Sanwu Town couldn't be driven on, so Qi Fei and Wu Shanqiu could only walk. They walked on the bluestone road with hundreds of years of history, accepting the strange looks of people in the town.

This place was too small, but any outsider was particularly conspicuous.

Gu Ruyun's home was reached soon, two inconspicuous two-story old buildings facing the street.

From afar, they heard the sound of quarreling.

They saw Gu Laotou quarreling with a hunchbacked old woman on the street.

"Dead old woman, how many times have I told you, you are not allowed to smoke at my door!" Gu Laotou said irritably.

The hunchbacked old woman cursed and responded: "It's just your family that's hard to deal with, it serves your daughter right to be a widow!"

This sentence was truly vicious, and it really stimulated Gu Laotou. He picked up the broom at the door and was about to go up and beat the old woman, but was stopped by Qi Fei who arrived.

Gu Laotou originally wanted to scold Qi Fei, but after seeing who it was, his face suddenly changed, and he didn't care about quarreling with the old woman anymore. He dropped the broom and turned into the door.

Before Qi Fei and Wu Shanqiu could react, the anti-theft door closed with a "swish."

"Huh? Old man, open the door, we are from the Nancheng Police Station, looking for you to understand the situation," Wu Shanqiu patted the anti-theft door and shouted into the house.

Gu Laotou didn't care at all, but quickened his pace when he heard the sound and went straight upstairs.

"Forget it, Shanqiu," Qi Fei looked at the neighbors who were poking their heads out to look at them curiously, "This town has no secrets, let's ask others."

As he said this, he looked at the hunchbacked old woman who was still standing in place, smoking, looking like she was waiting for them to ask.