C15 Lethal Weapon

Peng Wenyin received the weapon with a face full of joy, "I didn't find the weapon several times, but I didn't expect to find it this time, so I quickly took it back for analysis. If the fingerprints are matched successfully, we can immediately find this damned killer!"

Jiang Han and Ning Ruonan both looked at Xiao He in surprise. "How do you know that the murder weapon is nearby?"

The medical examiner did not find any fingerprints. Although there was blood on the dagger, it had been disposed of by someone and not a single trace could be found.

"Because, although this murder case is the same as the previous ones, where the killer filled with preservatives and the deceased were all high ranking members of the Wukang Group, did you not find anything suspicious?" One, although the places where the deceased died did not have much surveillance equipment, the location was still in the city, while the one in front of him was in the suburbs. Second, although the deceased Zhao Dezhong was a high ranking member of the Wukang Corporation, but regardless of how the killers were treated, or how the killers were killed, even if Zhao Dezhong was killed, he should have died before Lu Xiaoshan. There was no reason for him to die after Lu Xiaoshan died! "The second doubtful point in this case."

With that, he paused for a moment, pointed in the direction of the Mercedes-Benz and said, "Thirdly, the murderer committed sexual crimes. After killing the murderer, he did not actually immediately leave the car, but placed the corpse in the most suitable position for him to enjoy. For this reason, he even opened the car door.

"So, if I'm a murderer of this type, I don't mind if the murder weapon is found, because with my anti-detection awareness, I can't leave fingerprints."

When Xiao He spoke, he used me as a substitute. Seeing that there were only a few trustworthy policemen around, he said in a deep voice, "If I'm not wrong, something will happen tonight. Everyone be more alert and don't slack off.

When Jiang Han heard this, he also felt goosebumps all over his body. Peng Wenyin shook his head and said, "Although the Wukang murder case has indeed caused quite a stir, I've already informed all of the departments in Ling An. Ordinary people won't find out that easily."

Meditation

Subconscious contemplation

Grasping his chin, Xiao He no longer cared about the rest of the matter. Instead, he sat by himself by the side of the stone steps, staring into the boundless night sky in a daze.

Jiang Han had walked past him at least ten times. Although he did not agree with what Xiao He had said just now, he had no way of refuting. After seeing Xiao He's relaxed expression, he could not help but complain.

Ning Ruonan sighed, "You're amazing, find the culprit for me, don't always target Captain Xiao."

Jiang Han said, "Isn't my end of the story..." He held up his hand. However, he found out that Ning Ruonan had long since walked in the direction of Xiao He.

Xiao He raised his head and looked at Ning Ruonan, saying, "I'm sorting out these deaths, is there anything else Zhao Dezhong didn't tell us, and the real motive of the murderer?!"

When he said up to here, an idea flashed through his mind, as if he had found some important clue.

"Captain Xiao, Captain Xiao!"

The police officer beside interrupted Xiao He's inspiration. It turned out that he found the route map for Zhao De's Mercedes-Benz. Xiao He quickly drove back to the police force, and Jiang Han and Ning Ruonan followed him back. Peng Wenyin was in the small forest to deal with the aftermath.

"Xiao Mi, did you find anything?" Xiao He patted the police officer.

He nodded, "Zhao Dejin's car drove out from the company at 2: 30. At 2: 40, it went from the east side of the street to the area where Lu Xiaoshan died. After that, it disappeared from the road monitor for more than 20 minutes, then it drove for three to four hours and finally arrived at the scene of the crime."

Jiang Han asked, "Did you get any pictures of the murderer on the car?"

Little Mi shrugged helplessly. "In fact, this car has been looking for blind spots all this time. There aren't many cameras that can shoot straight at it."

"There's no difference between the information you guys have given me and not giving it at all." Jiang Han said.

Xiao He shook his head. "Don't blame Little Mi. At least he gave us an extremely important clue."

Ning Ruonan doubtfully asked, "You mean from 2: 40 to 3: 00?"

Xiao He nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Dezhong died at that time. Then, the killer drove the car all the way to the edge of the woods and left."

But he's been driving for such a long time, aren't he afraid of being exposed? If a camera captures him, he'll be finished." "Besides, isn't it a bit too arrogant to commit a crime in an area that has already been sealed off and guarded?

"Maybe the murderer is sending us a message? Was this related to Lu Xiaoshan's death? "Otherwise, how could he have left the neighborhood where Lu Xiaoshan died?"

The bell rang at ten o'clock at night. The trees in the windows outside the police station swayed in the wind. The branches of the trees were like clowns laughing at Xiao He's uselessness.

Rubbing his temples, Xiao He looked at the sky outside. The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and it was not a good weather.

Lu Xiaoshan's district?

Xiao He frowned. Why would a car pass by?

That was unreasonable!

Arriving at the archive room, Xiao He asked Ning Ruonan and her other colleagues to look through all the files in the city year in and year out, to see if there were any cases of the same nature, or if there were any fugitives.

There were more and more people in the archive, but the atmosphere was eerily quiet, except for the sound of flipping pages. The rest of the station, however, was in disarray compared to the archives.

At some point in time, the reporters seemed to have come to an agreement to 'surround' the police station with their equipment.

At the Ling An City Municipal Assembly.

"Peng Wenyin, if you kid still doesn't solve this case, then scram!"

Inside a normal residential building on the outskirts of Ling'an City

A middle-aged man picked up a lighter, lit a cigarette, and sat down.

Behind him, a small coloured frame with toys, sugar, and a box of freshly opened fruit juice sat on a desk.

"Lingling, I will let all the people in this world who have hurt you die with them. In the next life, you must find a good home and grow up healthy."

After saying that, he lowered his head and took a deep breath. His slender fingers shook the dust on his body as two streams of clear tears silently rolled down his cheeks.