Chapter 3:

Fang Qing thought for a while and answered, "It's not like it."
Partner: "How do you say?"
"If it's a psychosis and random killing, but the scene is too clean. Obviously planned, it looks like a normal person. But he's crazy about the corpse, it's really abnormal."
Neither of them spoke again, after all, they had no experience with this murder.
Seeing that the night was getting darker and darker, none of the criminals was hit by iron. Fang Qing gave everyone a half-night vacation and went back to sleep. He slowly walked out of the police station.
The moon is very nice. When she was not at peace, Fang Qing liked to walk around the ancient city. And now that the case can't be found out, he has always followed a rule of the old criminal police: when the investigation encountered a bottleneck, he ran to the scene more, maybe there will be new gains.
After a while, I passed by the Yao's Inn. At this time just after 11 o'clock, the door of the inn was open, and no one looked at it at a glance. Fang Qing moved with her heart.
Speaking of the Yao's Inn, no one knows or knows the whole ancient city. The Yao family is a local family. The current Yao family is called Yao Yuange and has several inns, restaurants, and factories. Can be considered a tyrant. The Yao family compound is said to be an old mansion left in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The Yao family heard that they lived in an old house nearby.
There are four stone beasts at the four corners of the courtyard. The yard is large, and there is a garden in the back with a fish pond and many trees. Fang Qing walked into the garden and saw a middle-aged man standing by the pool and feeding fish.
Fang Qing suddenly recognized that he was Yao's boss, Yao Yuange. He was wearing a dark Chinese suit and was of medium build. Fang Qing has read the information. He is 48 years old, but the real person is well maintained. He is in his early 40s, looks good, and looks very elegant.
Fang Qing knew him, but he didn't necessarily know Fang Qing. When he saw someone coming, Yao Yuange smiled and said, "Don't sleep yet?"
Bacheng regarded him as a guest of the hotel.
Fang Qing also laughed, without answering: "Yeah, you can't sleep. Are you in the guesthouse?"
Yao Yuange smiled: "I'm the boss here."
Fang Qing showed a surprised expression: "Disrespectful and disrespectful! This inn is really good, and the boss is doing a good job." After that, he boasted the inn again, with any decoration and style. He heard Yao Yuange smile slightly.
"But ..." Fang Qing frowned. "I heard that a guest living on the first floor in front of me was killed a few days ago. Should the inn's business be affected? To be honest, I felt scared when I heard it. "
Yao Yuange frowned and replied, "Where did you think this would happen? The ancient city has never been there. Don't be afraid, the killing happened on the outside street, not in our inn, but the guest happened to live here. That thing After the incident, I asked all the staff to strengthen the security. They are on duty 24 hours. In contrast, it is still safest to live with us. The young man ... when he said a few days ago when he returned, I was in I've even met outside for a walk and talked a few words. It's a good guy, it's a pity. "
Fang Qing was silent for a while and asked, "Boss, do you often sleep so late?"
Yao Yuange replied: "As people get older, they feel less. I often feed fish or take walks along the inn at night. It's a habit."
After leaving Yao's Inn, Fang Qing took out his notebook and wrote down all the conversations just now. This is also the work style passed down from the old criminal police: good memory is worse than bad writing. Some confessions and interviews did not feel the same at that time, and after contacting other clues afterwards, maybe there were new discoveries.
However, this Yao Yuange does not seem suspicious at present, and there is no obvious motive for killing.
Fang Qing then went to the scene of the crime. There he received a call from the investigator.
"Fang, the investigators extracted half a clear palm print on a wall about 4 meters away from the body."
Fang Qing was happy. However, an investigator was immediately told: "The comparison results came out very quickly because the palm print belongs to the victim."
Hanging up the phone, Fang Qing stared at the empty corpse point under the dim street lamp. He looked up again and looked at the wall where the palm print was found by the investigator. Judging from the location, the victim returned from that direction and was killed after passing through that wall. There is an eave above the wall, blocking the rain, no wonder it was preserved. However, this palm print belongs to the victim and has little reference value.
Fang Qing raised her head and looked around. It's not far from the street, it's close. But the murderer must not have run into the street all day. That is to say, that person must be hiding in these nearby houses and inns. If it is a private house, you have to be careful not to let your neighbors see it. If it is an inn, is there a high probability of guests? Not big. Who can stab back to the inn with a thorn? On the contrary, the staff is more likely.
Thinking so divergently, he followed the scene of the case and continued to move forward. When he met the first intersection, he found that the road on the left was brighter, but there was no light on the right and it was much darker. He moved in his heart and went on to the right.
After walking about tens of meters, there was a fork in the road. It was already past 12 o'clock, and there was a small restaurant on the right side with the door open. Pours of water were pouring out, and the man sat at the door to wash dishes. According to Fang Qing's knowledge, the nearby residents, criminal police have visited, but no witnesses were found. So Fang Qing turned to the left side of the road.
After walking for about a minute or two, Fang Qing suddenly stopped.
In front is an abandoned elementary school. The one-man tall iron door was locked, and inside it was a small yard, dark. If visitors pass by, they probably don't care. Locals know that this elementary school was abandoned for several years. Because the demolition procedures have not been completed, they have not moved.
Fang Qing looked to the left and right, not far from the road, but it was dark and covered with big trees, and no one would notice the dead end. Fang Qing's heart suddenly beat fast, she pulled her gloves from her pocket, put them on, flipped over the wall, and jumped lightly.
An old tree was planted in the yard, and the low buildings were piled with debris. There was only a dim moonlight, which was dimly illuminated. Fang Qing raised her head first and saw that there was a passage through the courtyard, which was the back door of this elementary school. He approached creptly, glanced at the door and was surprised.
It turned out that the door wasn't really locked, it was just a cover. There was a quiet alley outside the door, and there was no one. Over a few houses, I saw a familiar roof-Yao family compound. Fang Qing moved. It seems to be back again, not too far away.
There is a darker color on the door handle. Fang Qing pulled out the small flashlight from his pocket and looked closely, like blood.
He took the flashlight and turned to walk into the room.
"Squeak" and gently opened the door. Mottled walls, gray floors, tables and chairs piled in the corners. Fang Qing turned on the flashlight and checked it carefully. The dark brown traces on the corner of the wall, and a small circle dripping on the ground, resemble blood stains, and it is difficult to not notice.
Fang Qing squatted on the ground with a flashlight in her mouth, a bit beautiful in her heart.
No, I found it.
The blood of that man had nowhere to go. I'm afraid I found this place long ago, changed my clothes, and then escaped. That's why investigators failed to find this "blood man" in road surveillance. These traces at the scene, without extracting a fingerprint footprint, can't help him finding it all the way, smelling clues!
He was staring down, and in the extremely quiet eardrum, he heard a sound suddenly. It sounds like someone stepping on a fallen leaf in the yard. Fang Qing froze with a series of speculations like jumping into his head with a series of guesses--the man acted cautiously and thoughtfully; the day was rushed, and he was emotional when he killed the man, eager to escape, and changed clothes here and ran. But in hindsight, I may think that there is still blood left here. Probably return again, clean up ...
Fang Qing suddenly turned off the flashlight, and the room fell into darkness. He leaned against the door and waited for the man to approach.
The air moved silently across human skin, bringing a little coolness. Fang Qing stared at the door and waited for a while, and saw that the door was slowly pushed open. A tall, thin man came in. Black suit and short hair. In the moonlight, at first glance his face turned out to be Qingjun's. There was no expression on the man's face, he quickly looked around the house and walked towards the blood on the ground.
He squatted down.
Fang Qing was less than half a meter away.
When it was said later, Fang Qing clasped his shoulders, "Don't move!" The man was taken aback, and his backhand was about to break free. Fang Qing did not expect that he still had two sons. In addition, the man was very tall and he was freed.
But there are only two.
Fang Qing dragged his arm along the way, a beautiful over-the-shoulder fell, and dropped him directly to the ground. The man grunted, but said, "Such a standard action ... police?"
Fang Qing sneered: "Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"I ..." The man smiled unexpectedly. "It seems your brain is turning a bit slowly. Actually, from the moment I entered the door to the present, I cannot infer that I am doing the same thing as you."
This big string of words made Fang Qing slightly dizzy. He only thought that this man was a little weird, and didn't say much nonsense. He reached out his handcuffs, "clicked" and handcuffed the other side, and pushed out: "Go back to the police station and talk."
Fang Qing turned on the flashlight, but saw the man staring at the handcuffs, his face was incredible, and he was very focused. Fang Qing's heart moved: Before that, he and his partner speculated that the criminal might be a psychopath. It looks like it really looks a bit like that. He secretly stirred up two hundred percent, alerting the suspect to a sudden madness.
Fang Qing called a few investigators and drove over to pick them up while blocking the scene. Fortunately, along the way, men were very quiet and did not behave abnormally. Fang Qing drove the car, and glanced occasionally, and found that his fingers were still a little bit on his thigh, looking very leisurely.
So the strange feeling in Fang Qing's heart became stronger.
It was two o'clock in the night to return to the bureau. Several criminal policemen who were still on duty heard that the boss caught a suspect and came back. Fang Qing did not act lightly or publicly. He took the man into the interrogation room, called his partner, and closed the interrogation.
An incandescent light turned on, illuminating the solemn and rigid interrogation room.
Fang Qing and her partner looked at each other, the partner sat down with a cough, and brought a cup of hot tea to the man.
The man was probably handcuffed for a long time, and his face was not very good. He took a sip of the tea and said, "Old tea leaves are a bit musty and difficult to drink. Your police station is not good at building grassroots civilization.
"Don't bullshit." Fang Qing growled, "Name?"
The man's finger tapped on the tea cup: "Bo Jinyan."
"age?"
"28."
"Hometown?"
"Sakai."
"Professional?"
"Specially appointed expert of the Criminal Psychology Research Office of the Ministry of Public Security and a visiting professor at the Public Security University."