Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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This is the fifth case related to "zombie powder", and it is also the first similar case that occurred after the serious case No. 1 handed over the case from the district criminal investigation team.

Bai Muchuan asked Tang Yuanchu to park the car outside the small street and get off and walk over.

Follow to get off late.

The wind outside is a bit cold.

Disturb the scarf to the night, walked to the street, looked at the ruined place, frowned.

If you did not set foot on this land in person, you would never know that even with the development of internationalization to this day, in the prosperous city of Kyoto, there will still be such a terrible shantytown.

The houses here are like the relics of the 1980s and 1990s, and even the old buildings left before the liberation. They are basically bungalows and simple shacks built in violation of the regulations. Even if there are some small buildings with two or three floors, the detached external walls Clay, exposed to wind and rain, reveals the bricks of the last century, crowded on this narrow side street, with piles of **** and old objects, forming a stark contrast with the streetscape and high-rise buildings passing by Comparison.

There was a bad smell floating in the air.

This little street, it seems that the sun can't shine in.

There are very few people living inside, cool and cool, walking in and feeling uncomfortable.

"Unimaginable..."

Tang Yuanchu also sighed, "I think there are multimillionaires everywhere in Greater Kyoto, but everyone who has a house is rich..."

"It depends on whether the developer can afford it." Bai Muchuan said lightly.

Several people walked to a flat room.

From here, the cordon has been pulled up.

Bai Muchuan lifted the cordon and stooped in.

He was right, this is a place that can't be demolished. The rich people have long moved out to live, and then the lions opened their mouths to ask for prices, leaving a group of old and weak orphans with meager income, mostly poor, every day hope With developer demolition or government transformation...

Going into the security cordon towards the night, he wrapped his coat again.

It's too cold here.

Unexplained cold.

"White team."

Ding Yifan, they came over in one step and saw Bai Muchuan and hurried over.

"How is it going?"

"Is such that……"

Ding Yifan walked while introducing the situation.

Bai Muchuan followed him into the door.

He was tall, and he seemed unable to straighten his waist in this low-rise bungalow.

The light in the room was very dark, and only a dim light was on.

Therefore, Ding Yifan holds a flashlight with extremely high wattage.

The flashlight is very strong, Ding Yifan swept the floor, and saw the long blood stains dragged on the floor late, like a jagged line, extending into the room...

"This is the first scene."

Ding Yifan said the situation again.

Bai Muchuan nodded, "Where is Cheng Zheng?"

Ding Yifan pointed to the room at the end of the bloodstain, "Cheng team is inside!"

Bai Muchuan took over the shoe cover and gloves from the beginning of Tang Yuanchu without a word.

The door is short, narrow and worn.

He frowned and had to bow in.

The lights inside are dimmer than outside. Cheng Zheng and Mei Xin are squatting on the ground. Cheng is seriously saying that Mei Xin is seriously remembering. Wang Xinggui and her son.

Xiang Wan also took shoe covers from Tang Yuanchu, but she stood outside the door and did not go in.

The house was small, and with a few people inside, it seemed overcrowded.

The deceased was dragged into a supine posture, his mouth wide open, his eyes swollen, his body straight, as if frozen, about fifty or sixty years old, with two rows of clear teeth marks on his neck, like The mouth of the blood basin opened by the demon, the blood stains oozing from it, have solidified, giving a gloomy feeling.

Bai Muchuan walked to Cheng Zheng, "What did you find?"

Cheng Zheng did not say anything, and gave Mei Xin a light look.

Mei stood up tacitly and handed the note on his hand to Bai Muchuan.

"White team, let's talk outside."

The suspect is right next to it, so it is inconvenient to say things.

Bai Muchuan nodded and walked out with Mei Xin.

Mei Xin pressed his throat, "In our preliminary judgment, the only certain similarity is the two rows of teeth marks. The cause of death of this deceased is different from the previous case--"

They went outside to talk, but didn't follow.

She carried a bag and stood on the spot, looking at the mother and son trembling on the edge of the bed.

It happened that Ding Yifan flashed the flashlight and scanned the woman.

Pale face, horrified look.

The angle of the light beam is also tricky, and her face is turquoise, which shocks Xiangye.

The woman was conditioned to cover her face by the light, "Police officer... I don't know... I don't know anything, it's true, you have to believe me..."

The woman murmured, a bit slurred, and the whole person was terrified. Without police control at all, she was paralyzed there weakly.

She is the murderer of the case.

The person who called the police was his son.

Ding Yifan said that according to the survey, the deceased and the murderer had a dispute in the living room first. After biting the man, the woman dragged into the room to hide under the bed, was discovered by her son who was rushed, and then called the police. This son had a sickness when he was a child. After he got well, he became a little silly. His neighbors reacted. He did not like to talk and hardly went out. His IQ was similar to that of children aged seven or eight, but his ability to take care of himself was not a problem. He found that his mother suddenly "mutated" and took the initiative to dial 110...

The flashlight reflected the woman's trembling lips, and his son's dumb face, suddenly and dimly, and dazzled, like a ghost in a state where the soul was not...

"Police officer, please... we, we are not bad guys, we are really not bad guys... especially my son... he is a fool... he is a fool..."

The woman is still pleading.

Ding Yifan did not respond, and asked the two police officers in charge, "Look."

The flashlight shot at her face again to show shock.

Xiang Wan narrowed his eyes, a little dazzled, but he could hardly breathe.

What's more, the woman's appearance made her unbearable.

She is too thin, like a pile of bones wrapped in old bark, about fifty or sixty years old, with two words written on the entire face-poor.

It is conceivable that in the past more sufferings, she has already been worn away.

But why is a woman shivering when she sees the police.

Dare to kill husband?

Is it really just because of that medicine?

Turning your head slowly towards the night, not to see her—

There are so many misfortunes in this world that people are at a loss. The woman's sorrowful face and the sound in the throat seemed to spread a bitter cold, she could not stay.

Walked to the living room late.

"Click!"

"Click!"

A police officer in charge of the survey is taking pictures.

Everyone is busy, each department is on duty.

There is only one person who is late, and is a idler with no task.

She looked at the house in the dim light.