S.C.I Mystery Series

In the morning, Zhaozhao felt something furry arching his neck. He turned his face and saw that Little White Lion did not know when to jump into bed and was rubbing him.

“Morning, Himan.” Zhaozhao pinched his ear and looked at the clock on the wall at 7: 30. The bed next to White Jade Hall was empty. He probably got up to make breakfast.

Zhuang Zhao climbed up and saw Lisbon lying by the bed and asked, "Lisbon, why are you sleeping here? ”

Lisbon dumped the hairs on his head and fell asleep.

Zhao Zhao got up and washed his hair. When he arrived downstairs, he saw Baiyutang and Baichi making breakfast in the kitchen. Zhao Zhao laid down on the sofa to sleep. Baijintang had breakfast at the table and read the newspaper. The twins were watching the morning news.

“Cat.” Baiyutang saw the exhibition and handed him breakfast. "Go to the police station after you eat. I hear they've found something. ”

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded, sat down for breakfast, a little uncomfortable for a while, suddenly so many more people, life became lively.

Baiyutang drove Zhang Zhaohe Baichi to the police station. Baiyutang went to the garage to stop the car. Zhang Zhaohe Baichi walked from the main gate to the inside.

When I got to the door, I saw the guard at the door, talking to a student.

The student was wearing a black sweater with messy hair and a backpack in his hand that he wanted to report.

The police asked him to scan the bags, and since the last bomb attack, all bags entering and leaving the police station had to be checked, and all strangers had to show valid identification.

“I'm Liu Song's roommate. I know how he died!” The boy seemed a little emotional.

Zhang Zhao and Baichi just passed by. When they heard that, they looked at each other - Liu Song, the student who had shot him in the street before, and then died, his body remained unclaimed. Later, an announcement was posted, and the school just called to confirm that two teachers had come to identify the body the other day. The book was indeed Liu Song.

Zhang Zhao stopped and turned to look at the student and asked, “Are you... Liu Song's classmate? ”

“Yeah.” The boy nodded, "I know how he died, I know who the killer is! ”

When the doorman saw Zhang Zhao, he said, "Dr. Zhang, I said to let him check his bag. He didn't agree. ”

“Why?” Exhibits confusion.

“If I am a security check... you, don't arrest me, this thing is not mine, it belongs to Liu Song.” The boy said.

The conversation on this side attracted the attention of many people in the police station. At this time, Baiyutang also parked his car and walked over. "What's wrong? ”

Zhan Zhao said the boy knew Liu Song and said he knew the truth about his murder, but refused to examine him and said he was afraid of being arrested.

“Arrested?” Bai Yutang looked at his bag and said, "I am the police officer in charge of the investigation of Liu Song's case. If you have any evidence, give it to me. ”

The boy looked around, and the guard nodded to him, "This is the captain of the SCI, if you have any problems, just say so. ”

The boy hesitated for a moment, reaching out and handing the bag to Baiyutang.

Baiyutang picked it up, opened it, it was just a frown... let Zhanzhao and Baichi both look at it, they both got the biggest.

“Come with us.” Baiyutang and Zhen Zhao showed the boy walking in with them, the boy nodded, the security guard checked him with a metal detector, and found that there was no hazardous material on him, and let him in.

“What's your name?” Exhibition, “which school? ”

“I'm Guo Cheng, from Chengnan Medical School.” The boy replied, "Song Liu is my classmate. Also roommate. ”

“A dormitory?” Bai Yutang asked.

“Mm-hmm.” The boy shook his head and said, "We're both locals. We can't live at school. We rented a two-room, one-room house near the school, just the two of us. ”

He nodded and asked, "Why can't we notify Liu Song's parents? ”

“His parents are dead.” Guo Chengdao, "he died in a car accident two years ago. ”

Bai Yutang and Zhang Zhao looked at each other and nodded.

The elevator door opens, goes to SCI's office and sees everyone there.

Bai Yutang instructed everyone to wait before meeting. He and Zhenzhao took Guo Cheng to the interrogation room next to him and let Guo Cheng sit down.

Everyone at SCI is curious to look around the window and ask Baichi, who is this guy?

At the same time, I saw that Baiyutang opened the bag and took out four glass jars from inside. These four canisters, all of them laboratory samples, were filled with formalin canisters. The first one, with six eyeballs, rolls round and rolls with thin lines behind it. In the second, a big, seaweed-like hair. The third inside, six ears. The fourth inside, a bunch of fingers.

“Where did this come from?” Bai Yutang asked.

“Liu Song found it in a small cabinet in his room.” Guo Cheng answered honestly.

Zhang Zhao took out the paper and pen and said to him, “Write down your address and we'll send someone to investigate. ”

“OK." Guo Cheng wrote down the address honestly and handed over a key. Zhang Zhao asked people to take the forensics department first.

“Do you know where these things come from?” Exhibition asked.

Guo Cheng nodded, "Well, I read his novel. ”

“Novel?” Bai Yutang is confused.

“Tell me more.” Shodo.

“Hmm.” Guo Cheng nodded, "Liu Songping was obsessed with detective novels. He started to contribute some detective magazines a few years ago. Because he had relatively professional medical knowledge, he could write something more decent. He also had features. In a few years, even if he had a small reputation, a number of books appeared, and the publishing house and he finalized them... so he would build his own apartment, start writing novels carefully, and prepare not to be a doctor and writer in the future. I was able to talk to him, so I lived with him, and I was his first reader, and when he wrote a novel, he would let me read it first. ”

Zhang Zhaohe nodded at Baiyutang and asked, "Does he have a pen name? ”

“Oh, call death smile.” Guo Cheng replied.

Zhang Zhao and Baiyutang looked at each other - again with that weird mask.

“Liu Song is very interested in poisons, and most detective novels focus on medicine.” Guo Cheng went on to say, "The other day, he came out with a new volume. ”

Guo Cheng pulled out a pile of paper from the compartment of the bag and handed it to Zhao.

Showcasing then quickly looked over, "It's a story of how the killer killed twelve innocent people and left a smiling corpse… exactly as we did in our case. ”

White Jade Tang frowned, "Is it imitating the content of the novel? ”

Guo Chengdao, "This novel is not finished yet... I just thought it was an interesting idea and it should be written out in a good way, but Liu Song's emotions got a little out of control by the time he wrote it at a later stage. ”

“Emotional loss?” Exhibit curiosity, ask, "Why did it go out of control? ”

“The plots of reasoning are better, and the idea has always been his strengths.” Guo Chengdao, "it's just difficult to write the details of the killing, how to describe it, in his words, it feels very fake. ”

Baiyutang nodded and asked, "Then what? ”

“He was depressed for a while, watching horror films all day, saying if he could really kill a few people, feel it. ”

Both Zhang Zhaohe and Baiyutang frowned.

Outside, the grandson wandered over to see what was happening and said, "Dumb. ”

“Hmm?” Bai Chi asked Grandson, “Grandson, what's so stupid? ”

“I said the book.” The grandson laughed, "He studied medicine, describing some homicide plots is definitely more authentic than the average person, and the kind of super authenticity he is pursuing is not really necessary. Because no other reader can see anything but the real killer. ”

“Well, that's true.” Everyone thinks it makes sense.

“Besides, the details of killing a person are absolutely the same as the details of killing a pig. They also resist. They scream. They bleed. They break your breath. What can you describe? The attraction of the novel is its imaginary space, even if it is a novel with a real theme, there is inevitably an untrue part, too real things, is not attractive, killing people and killing pigs is definitely the same. ”

Everyone laughs... the metaphor of the grandchildren is really tough.

“Later, after about a month or two, Liu Song's emotions suddenly rose again.” Guo Chengdao, "he said, experiencing the feeling of killing, very real, and then feeling better. ”

“Didn't he tell you how he felt about it?” Exhibition asks, "and has he changed anything himself? ”

“Can't tell.” Guo Chengdao, "Liu Song, although quite residential, was a happy person in nature, so I didn't care, but he often came home early and late. Then I heard about his death, and I heard about the bodies in South City, and I felt a little strange... So I wondered if something really happened. I went to his room to tidy up his clothes, and then I found these things in his locker.

Zhang Zhao and Baiyutang nodded and asked, "Do you know who the killer is? ”

“Yeah.” Guo Cheng nodded and whispered, “I know, Liu Song said he had a consultant who would provide him with writing materials. ”

“Counsellor?” Showa Baiyutang surprised, "What kind of person? ”

“I don't know, I just see them chatting online a lot.” Guo Cheng handed over the □ □ numbers commonly used by Liu Song to Zhaohe Baiyutang.

Asked about Liu Song again, Zhanzhao and Baiyutang asked the police officers to take him to the lounge and so on. Before the meeting, they decided to go to Liu Song's house to check his personal belongings and see if there were any clues to the case.

Liu Qing and Shen Zhongyuan gave the written examination to Baiyutang. Baiyutang stunned for a moment, like forgetting this. Nor did he care what he wrote, so he gathered everyone together, rushed to find his grandson, and generally listened to his autopsy results.

“So Liu Song is most likely involved in this murder?” Zhao Hu asked.

“But whose fingers are those in his stomach?” Baiqi asked.

“Um... big chowder?” Bai Yutang looks at Zhaozhao, “Cat, what is the psychology of a normal student to do this? ”

“That's hard to say.” Showcasing, "but this way of killing does have a sense of practicing and experiencing life. ”

“Experience life?” White Jade Tang frowned, "for writing? Or practice some kind of skill? ”

“Anyway, let's go to Liu Song's house first.” Frowning, “the case was complicated. ”

“Hmm.” Baiyutang nodded to Jiang Pingdao, “Jiang Ping, find out who the so-called advisor is. ”

“Okay." Jiang Ping nodded and began to check Liu Song's chat records, while Bai Yutang and Zhenzhao took people to Liu Song's house.