Jiang He knelt on one knee on the ground and gestured with his hand to the small hole in the belly of the corpse, and said, "Look out, the murderer is centered on the belly button of a human body, with different lengths as radii. A round hole. The hole is very round, the wound is smooth, and the murderer must have used some kind of tool."

Xu Yiman squatted on the other side of the corpse to see the details Jiang He said. Wearing gloves, she gently touched the round hole in the belly of the deceased, as Jiang He said, "Yes, although the skin on the belly was taken away by the murderer, if you observe carefully, you can indeed see that The murderer cut the hole with the navel as the center."

"What does this show?" Yuan Jun said, "It shows that this person is proficient in mathematics and loves to use compasses?"

Speaking, Yuan Jun thought of a picture in his mind:

In the middle of the night, after the old man in the concierge fell asleep, the murderer climbed over the fence and sneaked into the crematorium. The area of ​​the crematorium is not large, but for the murderer, in an environment where he can't see his fingers, he seems to have jumped into a dark ocean.

Under the dark lights, he quietly came to the funeral home, walked into the corpse storage room, and opened the freezer. The corpse appeared in front of him, and he took out a large compass from his backpack. He fixed the center of the compass to the belly button of the corpse, while the other end of the compass was tied with a sharp scalpel.

Immediately, he turned the compass in his hand. The sharp knife slashed through the belly of the corpse, eventually spinning off a whole piece of meat. After that, he put away the compass, put on gloves, and put his hand into the stomach of the corpse. He pulled the internal organs out of the corpse's stomach, packed them up, and stuffed pieces of sponge into the corpse's stomach.

After all this was done, he pushed the body into the freezer and left with his spoils.

"No, this shows that he is a very delicate person." Old Shao said, "If a person steals corpses in such an orderly manner, he should be an orderly person in everything he does. In my opinion, this person There may be obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Yuan Jun said, "I often hear this word online, as if everyone on the Internet has obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Xu Yiman waved his hand and said, "Those netizens on the Internet just think that obsessive-compulsive disorder is more personal, so they put this hat on themselves. In fact, they feel that the floor tiles are not aligned, or a black piece suddenly appears in the white screen. , this is just the disunity rejection that most people have, not obsessive-compulsive disorder.”

"The obsessive-compulsive disorder is much more serious than this. For example, some patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder have to drink eight glasses of water every day. Eight glasses are eight glasses. If there is more or less, he will feel uncomfortable and painful. For example Some obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, when he writes a little beyond a frame, will be so angry that he will tear up the entire workbook."

"The average person is somewhat obsessive, and that's normal. Only when it reaches this point is it considered obsessive-compulsive disorder." Xu Yiman looked at the hole in the corpse and said, "But from this corpse, the murderer does seem to be forced Symptoms, but whether the severity is serious or not, you can't tell from the corpse alone."

"Alas." Yuan Jun said: "The murderer is delicate."

About an hour later, the city bureau forensic doctor arrived, and they happened to be re-dissecting the body in the funeral home. It is not uncommon for six corpses to be autopsied by six forensic doctors together. This is almost a "carnival" for forensic doctors.

While the forensic doctors were conducting the autopsy, Zhang De, the person in charge of the crematorium, arrived in a hurry.

Seeing Mr. Shao, Zhang De greeted him and said, "Team Leader Shao, your name is so familiar to me. I saw you on TV when I was a child."

Shao Lao and Zhang De shook hands and said, "Are you in charge of this crematorium in the city?"

Zhang De nodded and shook his head again: "It's said to be under our control, but in fact this crematorium is already in a semi-abandoned state. The city has built two modern crematoriums in the east and west suburbs, which is enough to satisfy There is a need for funerals in our Longcheng."

"Then there is basically no corpse burning here, right?" Shao Lao asked again.

Zhang De nodded and said, "Yes, this is the old city, and there are many residential buildings around, so it would be inappropriate to burn the corpse. Who made our Longcheng bigger and bigger, this is no longer a suburb. "

"Then how did these corpses come from?" Shao Lao asked again.

Zhang De replied: "All the unclaimed corpses are stored here. Isn't it possible to make use of them. Unclaimed corpses will be stored for a year at the longest, and no one can be found, so they donate to them. Give it to the school or incinerate it directly. Think about it, it’s no use here, and no one has complained anyway.”

"If that's the case, why isn't it demolished here?" Shao Lao looked at Zhang De.

Zhang De looked at Mr. Shao and said softly, "Isn't this money? You said that everyone in Longcheng knows that this is a crematorium. Let's build a house and no one lives here. Let's build a commercial street. It's a little small. It's better. The solution is to push the Xiucheng Road, but this will not drive economic development, and it will only last a year, who knows when it will be able to re-plan."

Shao Lao understood what Zhang De meant, so he didn't ask more, but changed the subject: "Who invited the old man at the door?"

"Me." Zhang De said, "Our funds are also limited. It's too expensive to hire someone seriously. If we pay less, people don't want to come here because they think it's bad luck, so we can only find a little old man from the countryside. Look at it, don't start the fire, the house is collapsed, and the rest is the same. You said that thieves dare not come here, what's so good about it? Could it be that someone came to steal the body?"

"That's not necessarily." Shao Lao said: "If nothing happened, what would the criminal police do here?"

Zhang De frowned and said, "I'm dissatisfied with saying that it's nothing to lose the body. The bodies here were originally unclaimed. In the end, I have to deal with these bodies. What do you think I can do? The bodies have to be transported to Cremation at other funeral homes is a thankless job."

"Aren't you afraid if you don't have it, but aren't you afraid if you have more?" Yuan Jun said aside.

Zhang De smiled: "This police comrade really loves to joke with me."

As Shao Lao walked towards the crematorium, he said to Zhang De, "Don't you find it strange that old man?"

Zhang De looked back at the doorman and said, "It's a bit weird, he's a bit of a nerd, if he says anything weird to you, just ignore it. I heard that he's not very normal, and he's never been in his life. A wife and child, what kind of meat are you talking to us when you wake up one day, **** it."

Having said this, he sighed again: "But it is already very profitable to be able to use one thousand and five tricks to check the gate of the crematorium."

While speaking, several people had already walked to the door of the crematorium. Standing at the door and looking in, it was dark inside.

Jiang He said, "Can the lights be turned on here?"

Zhang De nodded and said, "There is an electric switch at the back, and it's fine after opening. But because it has been abandoned for many years, the wires inside have not been overhauled, so I don't know if it can still be used."

Saying that, Zhang De walked to the surrounding wall. Halfway through, Zhang De turned around and said to the crowd, "Come on, it's too dark, I'm a little scared."

Yuan Jun said with a smile: "Isn't there a light from the funeral home across the street? Aren't you in charge of this crematorium? What are you afraid of?"

Yuan Jun accompanied Zhang De to pull down the switch, and then walked into the crematorium. Zhang De pressed the light switch on the side, and the lights in the crematorium corridor flickered a few times, and finally came on. The cockroaches in the corridor seemed to have never encountered such a sudden situation before, and they fled in all directions, leaving one or two knocked over cockroaches desperately rowing their calves.

Zhang De coughed a few times and said, "It's estimated that no one has been here for four or five years, and it's all covered with ashes."

"Really?" Jiang He said, "Do you really think no one has been here?"

Zhang De looked at Jiang He, feeling a little frightened in his heart, wondering why this person spoke in a cloudy manner: "You mean someone has been here?"

Jiang He nodded and said, "Look at our feet. No one has been here for four or five years, but there is no dust on the ground. Someone cleaned this place specially to erase his own footprints."

"Really or not?" Zhang De said, "Maybe there is no soil."

Jiang He shook his head and said, "Look carefully at both sides of the corridor. The sides are full of dirt, but there is no dirt around."

Shao Lao said: "Yes, it seems that someone has indeed come here."

Jiang He said: "The crime consultant probably lives here. This is the closest place to the city center and the least disturbing place."

Shao Lao shook his head: "But isn't it disturbed by the ghoul, it seems that the crime consultant has also suffered a crime."

"Where is the crematorium?" Jiang He asked.

"Go inside." Zhang De pointed to the front of the corridor.

As the group walked deeper, Zhang De said, "There are three crematoriums here, which means that three corpses can be burned at one time. However, the crematorium workers have all been fired, and no one uses these crematoriums. already."

Shao Lao asked: "How long does it take to burn a corpse?"

Zhang De replied: "For about two hours, the workers have to keep the furnace running, and outsiders can't see it, because no one can bear to see the bodies of their relatives being treated like this. But now it's a technological society. It is automated, and the crematorium here is naturally useless."

Zhang De pushed open a door and walked in.

Three crematoriums appeared side by side in front of everyone.

A musty smell came out, and the smoker coughed.

Jiang He noticed a detail. Among the three crematoriums, one of them was obviously cleaner than the other two, as if someone had cleaned it specially. Jiang He walked in front of the crematorium, stretched out his hand and opened the door. He looked inside and suddenly said, "Someone has been here before."

Zhang De frowned and said: "Of course, although this place is abandoned now, it turns out that Longcheng has used these three furnaces for decades. I don't know how many dead people have been burned."

"No." Jiang He shook his head and said, "I mean living people."