Chapter 10:

"All do not match." Fang Qing said.
Jian Yao looked at Bo Jinyan for a moment, but he looked quietly.
At this time, Fang Qing didn't say much, but said, "Jian Yao, the family of the deceased Fu Wei rushed over, and the mood was very unstable. You are a criminal psychologist and a woman, can you come and help us calm down. "
Jian Yao said right away, hung up the phone, and Bo Jinyan nodded to her. Jian Yao thought about it and said, "You stay alone and don't run around."
Bo Jinyan smiled indifferently, pointing to his cheek. Jian Yao stomped and kissed him before he answered, "OK. But I never run around."
Jian Yao: "..." Well, just whatever.
Jian Yao quickly went out to take a taxi and Bo Jinyan slowly walked upstairs alone. Tonight the sky is clear and the weather is cool. He went to the second floor and looked up at the courtyard. Almost blocked by trees, no clue.
In general, Bo Jinyan listened to Jian Yao very much. After returning to the room, closing the doors and windows, sitting alone on the bed, dazed.
But his brain is running at a high speed.
Polygamy's abnormal family, long-term depression and resentment.
Arrogance, possession, collection? Relatively weak and well-controlled objects, money and status swell.
...
"Fu Wei ... a bit lascivious. He played with a girl and talked about online dating in college."
"I took my annual leave ... and said that maybe I would have a good time."
"He also left me a qq number. At that time, the sweeping aunt and other waiters were laughing at me."
...
The body was cut for more than forty knives, and the knife saw the bone. His face was chopped and crazy.
Calm and angry, restrained and crazy, stemming from extreme mental distortion after a long period of depression.
...
Sweep the fresh scars on Aunt's face.
Zhang Jufang raised her broom and hit hard.
A quiet, dead-well courtyard. The servants were relatively speechless.
Zhao Xia stood by Yuchi and said, "The boss will not go to my room tonight. Rest assured, he will not hit you again."
...
"Oh." Bo Jinyan raised his head, got out of bed barefoot, walked to the window, and picked up the telescope left by Fang Qing.
The courtyard was quiet and the lights were off again.
He looked for a moment, moved the telescope, and landed in another place.
kitchen.
The inn's kitchen is shared with the courtyard of the Yao family. It was now close to 12 o'clock, and the lights had gone out there. It's a big detached house behind the inn.
Bo Jinyan felt that the blood in his body was boiling a little. He felt that way every time he approached the truth. He took something out of the bag, which he also took from Fang Qing-a bottle of luminous ammonia.
As soon as he opened the door, he flickered. Because there was a faint shadow outside the kitchen room. He immediately picked up the telescope, but saw that there was no one there. Mr. Bo Jinyan quickly remembered that today the police asked Yao's family to call him "disinfection", but actually took a fingerprint. The man had a keen mind and a sense of anti-investigation. He might have been alarmed and would take action.
Bo Jinyan quickly ran downstairs.
Soon outside the kitchen. It was dark inside, and I saw the outline of the cabinet table. A faint moonlight shone. There are only a few quiet trees around.
Bo Jinyan looked around again, but did not see anyone. Maybe just someone passed by.
He pushed the door open, unlocked, and only set up a bolt. Bo Jinyan entered sideways and covered up.
Looking up, more than 20 square meters of space, large tables, cupboards, sinks, neat and ordinary. Bo Jinyan's eyes first fell on the side of the sink, where there were two large knife holders, and there were ten or so knives. There are kitchen knives, fruit knives, and bone cutters. Looking further up, there were several thick work clothes hanging by the wall. It should be taken from the Yao family's factory for the chefs to wear.
Bo Jinyan picked up the luminous ammonia, carefully selected some details, and sprayed it up.
After being silent for a few seconds, Bo Jinyan looked up and smiled.

Fu Wei's father, Fu Dafan, is in his fifties. This time he came alone, because his wife was paralyzed in the bed for many years and could not be brought over. In this way, he came to settle in his home, and it had been a few days before his son died.
He is a technician at a local factory and has worked for a lifetime. At this moment, he was wearing a half-old coat, trousers, and old shoes. He was sitting in the reception room of the Interpol, his eyes were red, and he was sullen.
Jian Yao felt sad when she saw the appearance of this old father. Despite the warm words of comfort, who can really feel the sympathy and heal the pain of the old and bereavement?
Fu Dafan's hands penetrated deeply into his hair. Just now he finally saw his son's body, and now he is still shaking slightly. He couldn't figure it out. What did the son say?
He has a hard-earned child, the naughty, clever son who makes him proud and misses him. He knew his son was not obedient. Although the family's economic conditions are average, he has never treated him badly since he was a kid, and even spoiled his children even more than others.
After the son grew up, he was not very close to his parents. After going to college, I rarely come back during the winter and summer vacations, and make very few phone calls, except for living expenses. After work, he can't talk for a long time every time he calls. But that was the child he loved deeply, the only flesh in the world. But as long as he can be happy, parents are willing to exchange everything.
But he died, miserably and painfully, leaving only a pile of flesh and bones, and gave it back to his parents.
Fu Dafan's tears fell down.
Jian Yao said softly, "Uncle, take care of yourself. We will catch the killer."
Fu Dafan made a howling cry, looked up at her fiercely: "The murderer? I heard that the murderer was mentally ill, I heard them say, everyone on the street is saying. But how can you policeman let mental illness come out to kill Why haven't you even caught a mental illness? Why! "
Suddenly he jumped, and Jian Yao went back two steps subconsciously. The two criminal policemen next to him immediately stopped and hugged the emotional father. Jian Yao's face was a little pale and a little uncomfortable. The criminal police signaled her to avoid it first, and she looked at the painful and desperate Fu Dafan and turned to leave.
At night, the trees were calm and the wind stopped.
Jian Yao stood in the corridor of the police station, looking at the quiet mountain and city.
She remembered her father again, even though now she could hardly remember his face.
It was five or six years old at that time, only vaguely remembered, his father's strong arms, silver shiny police badges, straight police uniforms. He hugs her and laughs. He often goes home late at night or even in the early morning. He is so sweaty that he doesn't forget to walk to her and her sister's bed and bow her head to kiss. Sometimes she would be awakened, reaching out for "dad", and then she would see the resolute man and smile softly.
Jane Yao's eyes suddenly became wet.
Blood on the ground, broken corpses, painful moans, flashed like flashes of light, before her eyes. Finally, the father's low cry: "Jian Yao, dad gives you a task-take your sister to hide inside, never come out, don't make a sound."
...
There may be crimes in the world.
Someone has to stay on the verge of ordinary life.
My father is, Jin Yan is. She, too.
Jian Yao lowered her head, took out her mobile phone, and called Bo Jinyan.
With only one beep, he was picked up.
"Hey?"
"Harrow, dear." Bo Jinyan's voice was very low.
Jian Yao froze, her mouth bent. Whenever he is excited, he can't help but call her "dear", does that mean that the case is already on the horizon?
Sure enough, Bo Jinyan said with a smile: "Guess what your husband found."
This person ... Since receiving the certificate, although still not romantic enough, it can be said that in the details of his behavior, he always likes to marry himself from time to time. Especially when I was with Fu Ziyu and An Yan, they suddenly said, "I'm married. This kind of thing shouldn't ask me, ask Mrs. Bo." Fu Ziyu and An Yan: "... … "People just want to ask him where to eat at night. Is it necessary to immediately act like a chastity man ...
...
Jian Yao asked with a smile: "So what did Mr. Bo find?" If Jian Yao knew what dangers Bo Jin Yan was about to face, she would not laugh.
What Bo Jinyan saw was a dark world with a faint glow.
The wind was blowing outside the window and it was dark. The kitchen was dark like a ghost. There were only two places that shimmered.
The use of luminous ammonia must be very careful, because after the blood chemical reaction occurs, it will also affect the subsequent detection of blood components. So Bo Jinyan chose only one place.
One place is a knife. A bone-cutting knife inserted into the knife holder.
Of course, the chefs will also chop bones and cut meat in the kitchen, and the blood of the knife will be stained. Even after the animal's blood is washed, it remains, and it reacts when it encounters luminescent ammonia. But cutting bones and cutting meat is not slaughter. Bo Jinyan believes that no chef's knife will be like the one he saw. The entire blade and edges are scattered with a little fluorescence. Even the wooden handles are glowing blue.
Like, once soaked in blood. The knife holder later took off his hand, and the whole knife was stained with blood from the aorta before pulling it out again.
He just sprayed half of the blade and kept the other side for the forensic officer.
Although the luminescent ammonia results cannot be used as direct evidence, further verification results are acceptable. But Bo Jinyan can almost conclude-that's it!
Bo Jinyan stared at it quietly for a while.
The other place was the work clothes jackets hanging by the side.
Almost only a little sporadic fluorescence, presumably splashed and unwashed when working in the kitchen. There was only one piece of clothing, a whole piece on the chest, all blue and terrifying in shape. The blood was soaked too deeply and could not be washed off.
"Oh." Bo Jinyan sighed softly.
"... Why are you in the kitchen?" Jian Yao asked over there.
Bo Jinyan replied: "Because I think the killer is here.
There is nothing wrong with my portrait, the killer is in that established range. Sherlock Holmes said: Excluding all impossible answers, the rest of the results, even if incredible, are the truth of the facts. So everyone else is not, the rest must be.
The women of the Yao family have been depressed for a long time, but there is another group in that yard who has been under pressure for a long time. They were bullied, abused, and treated violently, but had to endure for the high income of the Yao family. The Yao family women vented the abnormal pressure on themselves. Their situation is even worse.
The clerk's transcript confirmed that these backyard servants would also go to the inn to help. So they may be in contact with Fu Wei. It's something that touched ‘her’ murder, I think it must be related to Fu Wei ’s frivolity. Touched the pain hidden in ‘her’ heart.
The appraisal record mentions that the weapon is about 20 cm long and 10 cm wide. There are many types of knives in this range, but the size of commonly used kitchen knives is also within this range. If a maid who has been engaged in cleaning and kitchen work for a long time is going to kill someone, what is the most likely weapon to think of and obtain? This is the tool she is most familiar with, the most comfortable and the most sure. "
"Will she still keep her weapon in the kitchen?" Jian Yao asked in surprise, she didn't know that Bo Jinyan had found it.
Bo Jinyan calmed down and sneered: "Everyone will not, they will conceal or discard the weapon. But then, the kitchen suddenly lacks a bone-cutting knife, and another murder case occurs, which will inevitably attract attention. She is a smart person Knowing that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Secondly ... "He looked up at the glowing knife and clothing:" If she really hates all this, leave the knife in the kitchen and continue to use it, not Does it make her feel better? "
Jian Yao froze.
Blood soaked and sharpened knives, continue to cook for the Yao family and for guests ...
She felt shuddering and nauseated.
Somehow Jin Yan was still comforting there: "Rest assured, you haven't eaten meat and bones at the inn as I have tasted these days."
Jian Yao: "... Of course I don't! I immediately notify Fang Qing to lead the team!"
"Okay," Bo Jinyan replied, "I'm here ..."
His voice stopped abruptly, followed by hoarse and intermittent breathing.
Jian Yao said for a moment: "Jin Yan? Jin Yan!"
There was no response, and then a harsh murmur sounded like a mobile phone dropped to the ground. No matter how I called, no one answered.