Chapter 86:

Stones.
Jian Yao and others only got this nickname. No matter how much you ask, Xu Huqiang can't remember and doesn't know that there is more about that "stone boy". What is his real name and where does he live? Vaguely only remembers that Tsai Tsai is tall and his face is not clear.
Twenty years have passed. The people who died were scattered. Shitozai is just a little boy who has been mixing for a few days. Naturally, no one knows this past.
The clue seems to be broken.
But everyone knows that they are very close to the truth.
Mr. Bo Jinyan's second target in the city was a family that had lost his son for more than a decade.
In all fairness, the economic conditions of this family are not bad. They lived in a community in the center of the city. When the door opened, Jian Yao and others saw two old and old faces. They had been informed that their son's body had been found. But I couldn't see it with my own eyes.
Their son was the first teenager killed by a butterfly killer.
They had waited until they were numb, but when they knew that their son had been brutally killed more than ten years ago, the wait in these years was actually meaningless, and they couldn't help crying.
"What kind of child is Li Zhijin?" Jian Yao asked softly. Any victim in front of her can always be comforted and let go of her guard.
"Zejin ... is a good boy!" The mother cried. "Also sensible, obedient, and filial to her parents ..."
Any child is immaculate in the eyes of his parents.
Not to mention the lost child.
At the same time, Fang Qing and Bo Jinyan were looking for the child's room that year, looking for the reasons and characteristics of his becoming the first victim, and what triggered the killer to start the crime.
The furniture and furnishings are all from the last century. Since the child disappeared, everything has remained the same. Fang Qing opened the old wardrobe and saw the clothes belonging to teenagers inside. In addition to school uniforms and ball uniforms, he unexpectedly saw some ... how to say, very street-style sleeveless shirts and T-shirts.
The posters on the wall were full of young and dazzling movie posters, all of which were yellow. There was a simulated toy gun in the drawer. Fang Qing took one out and shot himself in the thigh. The groin, although it was a plastic bullet, was quite painful, with dozens of reds and one pit.
Finally, Fang Qing actually found a rusty machete at the bottom of the storage box under the bed. It seems that Li Zhijin's parents couldn't help but know the existence of the knife. But all are kept as children's relics. Shows the depth of pet drowning, the mourning cut.

After the Sakai city trip, the special case team returned to the Case Command Headquarters located next to Sakai City Police Station.
Bo Jinyan talked to An Yan for a while.
"Is all the site photos of that year already sorted out?" Bo Jinyan asked.
An Yan: "Of course."
"Have you made a 3D simulation of the scene?"
"Yes. At that time, the police took very detailed pictures of each angle. I have restored the panorama to my computer. What are you looking for?"
Bo Jinyanjing said for a while: "Look at my father-in-law and look at it from all angles. Does he look like a butterfly in a pool of blood?"
An Yan was taken aback. He looked up, but only saw the broken limbs of people, twisted and bent. And blood like patterns, spreading behind, spreading behind people.
...
Bo Jinyan stood at the window, and the breeze in the twilight brushed his face.
In his mind, he remembered that a long time ago, there was another person who checked the case for him. Even some pictures were found by the man last time. The man was always kind-hearted and said with a smile, "Why do you think I'm going to rent a house for her? No matter what, I also hurt her."
"Jin Yan, do you think that Jian Yao's mother fancy me and want me to be a son-in-law. She always smiles at me."
"Oh, yes, I'm illogical with you."
...
Ziyu, go around, fate brought us back to where we started.

Jian Yao was sitting alone in an office. After a while, when she heard a crutch touching the ground, she looked up and saw Bo Jinyan pushing in the door.
"Jane Yao."
"I am here."
He came across to her and sat down: "I've come to a conclusion."
Jian Yao's heart was tight: "You said."
"The butterfly killer is the stone killer. When the stone grows up, he becomes a butterfly killer."
Despite this speculation in her heart, and hearing Bo Jinyan's so affirmative, Jian Yao felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart: "Really? Why did he ... do this?"
"He came to pay back," said Bo Jinyan, "to pay off the crimes he had committed. He must have been to the scene of the killing, and he also used a knife. This incident has caused him great spiritual stimulus, and he has since Become his nightmare.
Your father, who is lying in a pool of blood, is imagined as a butterfly in his heart. Butterflies kill, and it's been around ever since.
A very powerful piece of evidence is that the first few people he killed were hacked to death, and then painted into butterflies. This is exactly his psychological mapping.
The first boy killed by him was almost his copy. He hated himself like that, so killing Li Zhijin was, to him, like killing himself once.
But the more people killed, the more guilt, pain, and happiness he got, the deeper he got caught. So next to the bodies of the first victims, there will be an incense burner as a memorial and guilt. Later, he found a way to balance, and he began to kill the inmates. This will not only meet your own psychological needs, but also not cause a psychological burden. He also began to enjoy killing. From the beginning of imitation and hacking, he became a more cruel and delicate way of killing.
I think he chose to rent that mountain as one of the murderers who killed your father. In your father's name, make atonement and kill the most vicious.
He is different from all serial killers we have ever seen. I think he has never been really happy in the past 20 years. He carried the mistakes made in his youth as a lifetime. And now, he couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to make a break. "
Jian Yao looked up and looked out the window. It was dark. Layers of dark clouds circle the moon. The halo beside the moon was faintly shining. The treetops are also quiet, and the buildings below are as quiet as the wilderness. Something in the night seems to be piercing through the heart and hitting the deepest part of the soul. She wanted to drink water, but found her fingers cold. She lowered her head and asked softly, "So ... J at the crime scene, does it mean Jenny?"
Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment, reached out and touched the top of her head, and answered, "It is possible."
"He's been staring at me?"
"The only thing he can do is say hello to you." Bo Jinyan said.
Jian Yao looked at him, and his heart floated. After a long while, she also laughed and said, "Yes, he can only say hello to me. If he dares to come, I won't find him north." She held thin Jin Yan Bo Jinyan smiled slightly.
"Thank you Jin Yan." Jian Yao buried her face in his arms.
"Oh, thank you." Bo Jinyan replied, "I protect my baby, do I still need to thank someone?"
Jian Yao smiled again: "What to do next?"
"We have explored his past, known his present, and then ..."
"Predict his future behavior." Two voices sounded at the same time.
Jian Yao looked up at him. His fingers touched the edge of her face. Both of them were silent for a moment. He said with a dumb voice, "Oh, this feeling, you know what I think in my heart, it's really good Extremely."
Jian Yao held his thin fingers, quietly, and didn't speak.
Bo Jinyan continued to slowly say, "He has killed wanted people in recent years. This is already his hunting fun. Ordinary people cannot satisfy him. Then the next one will also be. Since he Prosecute the police publicly, and then they will commit another crime soon. All we have to do is to find one of the most worthwhile fugitives recently based on his preferences-find the prey faster than him. Then, wait and see. "
Jian Yao's heart was really shocked, and she really was ... Suspicious of her doubts and her past, it seemed quite complicated. But Bo Jinyan broke the key in one word. Instead of running after the butterfly killer, he might as well grab him in front, predict his path, and then capture him!
I like to take shortcuts in investigations. You have to get used to it and keep up.
She just looked up and looked up at him.
"Will he be prepared?"
"He knew exactly what we would do."
"what?"
Bo Jinyan said lightly: "Isn't this what he wants? Contest with us and see who catches the wanted criminal first. A criminal whose inner shackles are too deep to move forward, this is his desperate fight, His moth flutters fire. I fulfill him. "
Jian Yao was shocked.
"So ... tricky?"
Bo Jinyan smiled: "Tricky? IMHO, in recent years China has finally produced a decent serial killer."
Jian Yao was silent for a moment and smiled.
Just then, someone knocked on the door, and there was a faint voice. Bo Jinyan smiled, and Jian Yao let go of his hand and opened the door.
The light in the corridor was bright, Fang Qing came in, looked at it, and smiled: "Jian Yao, who do you want to visit our class?"
Jian Yao smiled and looked behind him, holding her back.
Luo Lang was standing in the corridor, wearing a black suit, fine and clean, and white shirt. He still had a cigarette in his hand, holding something in his other hand, raised his eyes to see her, and smiled.
It's been only a few days since I saw it, but Jian Yao's heart suddenly felt like a dying person. The surrounding space seems to be frozen at this moment. And when she stared at him, he stared. Then she realized that the eyes of this man were so deep as black as the bottomless cold abyss.
Luo Lang's gaze moved behind her: "Mr. Bo."
Bo Jinyan's light voice sounded above her head: "Mr. Luo."
Think of this as the first time the two of them met head-on. Jian Yao was slightly hesitant, but Fang Qing was happy: "Well, I said, you two can say hello, you can make the atmosphere so good, and that's fine."
Both Jian Yao and Luo Lang smiled.
Bo Jinyan didn't laugh. He felt that Fang Qing's words were not wrong, he and Luo Lang had already been born.
Luo Lang's eyes returned to Jian Yao again. Under his gentle sight, somewhere deep inside Jian Yao, he suddenly moved slightly, still smiling and asking: "Brother Luo, why are you here suddenly? "
Luo Lang answered: "It happened to be a case in our province. I know you are here, and come by and see."
Jian Yao nodded. He has always been like this. Cases related to his hometown always worry about it, and he will be more enthusiastic when receiving it.
After all, he was also a native of Hagi.
The hallway suddenly calmed down.
Fang Qing glanced at them silently, glanced at Luo Lang's shoulders, and said, "Let's go, we haven't eaten yet." Come on for us, right? "
Luo Lang smiled and threw the bag in his hand, and drank again. At this time, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao both stepped out of the room. She didn't look at him. Bo Jinyan's hand rested on Jian Yao's shoulder. "Come with us," Jian Yao whispered. Bo Jinyan said "um" softly.
Luo Lang took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked out the window. It was already dark, and the city lights were all on, like an eye, looking at him. Fang Qing then patted his shoulder again: "What do you want? Let's go!"
Luo Lang smiled and followed him.