In this week, the serious crime team kept up and verified all the suspects on the list, and actually found a lot of hidden crimes, but none of them were related to this case.The neighborhood committees and police stations in several neighborhoods near the Broadcasting Academy have also visited one by one and have not found a questionable object.

Hou Fugui, as the prime suspect, is still detained in the police station, and if he can't find another murderer, it must be him.But at this point, the killer committed another crime.During the time of Chen Mengyao's disappearance, Hou Fugui was already in detention.If he is to be a murderer, there is only one possibility - he will be double.

Busy for a week.Nothing got.Mr. Lee is crazy.As the director of the C city public security, he wants to have an exposition to the media, to the mayor, and to the people of the city; as a father, he wants to avenge his daughter.

I like that kind of fire.Underworld, gangsters, drug smugglers, arms smugglers, bank robberies, these crimes he loved.Violence is his usual style.He hoped that the murderer was in front of him, and he would definitely unload him without hesitation.The bastard hid behind his back, played with you, and played with the hidden cat, and stabbed you on the back when you didn't expect it.

The girl's frozen eyes on the anatomy stage stared at Wu Biao.She is only one year younger than Wu Biao’s daughter.Even if he is cold, he is sad.

Are criminals laughing when they carefully scrub the girl’s body with bleach?

Was he still laughing when he nailed her to the cross?

What is he doing now?

Sitting on the sofa to read the newspaper, drinking coffee, aftertaste the criminal excitement of the past, can not help but laugh.

The voice of Murong Yuchuan brought Wu Biao back to God.“I think she has a lot of secrets, more secrets than Li Shuzhen.She died in secret.”Murong Yuchuan looked at the body on the dissecting stage and thought.

Wu Biao looked at him.Think of his words.

“Wait.”Murong Yuchuan's eyes did not know what he saw, and suddenly leaned down and grabbed the girl's right hand.

“What do you see?”Wu Biao asked.

Murong Yuchuan did not answer, and extended his hand to Mei Naiko.“Ted tsets.”

Minai took a handful of tuds from the tray and handed it to him.

Murong Yuchuan pinched the girl's little fingertips and used tsets of tice to tug on the tip of the needle.“It should be when the girl is struggling and tucked into the flesh.The criminal did not wash it away."

He was surprised, so small, how did he see it?

Murong Yuchuan put the wooden prick into the plastic bag to seal.He asked Wu Biao."You said just now that a girl may be fixed to the ground when she is imprisoned, and the position of this wooden thorn is exactly logical.A room with wooden floors.”

"Hasn't she ever been nailed to a stake, could it have been on that?"

“It is possible.The pile is cypress.Test it out, if the thorn is not a cypress, then it becomes a useful clue.”

Wu Biao coldly said: "Don't you think the murderer is strange?"

“What do you say?”Murong Yuchuan asked.

“I have been in so many cases, and it is still the first time that I have washed the victim’s body like this.”

“Do you want to hear my opinion?”

“If there is.”

"First of all, I think the murderer is probably Han Chinese."

“The Han?”