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In the middle of the night, there were no people on the street, and the crescent moon hung far away in the sky, shedding silver light gently.And this tenderness was soon broken by the harsh cold wind.

One section of Song Buzhi's shirt was tucked into his trousers and the other section was exposed, blown by the wind and fluttering upwards.

The light of the flashlight shone on him, just enough to see the skin on the waist under the shirt, which was in stark contrast to the blackness of the shirt.

Discipline's eyes flickered, his eyes returned to Song Buzhi's face, he put away the flashlight, and asked casually, "Did Mr. Song go to the hotel?"

Song Buzhi casually brushed his hair that was messed up by the wind twice, and said, "I slept too much, I can't sleep anymore."

--What's the difference.

Discipline was keenly aware that the Song Buzhi in front of him was different from the Song Buzhi one or two hours ago.

"It seems that Mr. Song is a night owl." Discipline pulled his lips, but his eyes signaled to Xie Qitian.

Xie Qitian nodded, held up the flashlight, and walked towards a trash can on the side of the road.

This trash can is quite big, almost as high as a person's chest.

Song Buzhi's eyelids twitched suddenly, watching Xie Qitian's movements.

Xie Qitian held the flashlight in one hand, and lifted the lid of the trash can with the other.As soon as it was opened, an unpleasant smell came out.

This smell floated along with the wind, and it floated in front of Song Buzhi.

Song Buzhi's nose itched and he sneezed.

As soon as the sneeze came out, Discipline said calmly: "Mr. Song, although it is the beginning of spring today, it is still cold. You have a small body...you should wear more."

Song Buzhi rubbed his nose, raised his eyelids and glanced at Ji Ji, he could hear some kind of ridicule from the extremely plain words.

— Laughing at his poor figure?

—Curse him for a cold?

--Ah!

But now he is Song Buzhi, a complete Song Buzhi, and he won't be stingy about fussing over a big fool.

——In his opinion, this captain of the criminal investigation brigade has no merits except for being tall and good-looking.

What kind of relationship is Bacheng.he thinks.Otherwise, how could he be the captain at such a young age?

No ability at all.he thought again.Otherwise, why did he come to arrest him if the murder case was not solved?

——Song Buzhi thinks that Officer Ji and Officer Xie appeared here, probably followed him all the way.

Pretend to let him go back, but actually want to follow him to see if he can find a place to dump the corpse!

Secretly complaining in his heart, Song Buzhi replied with a half-smile on his lips: "Thank you, Officer Ji, for your concern."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Qitian yelled: "Squad! There are corpses here!"

Song Buzhi: "..."

what?

Song Buzhi stared dumbfounded at Ji Ji striding towards the trash can, and turned on the flashlight again, shining it on the black plastic bag Xie Qitian was carrying in his hand.

The black plastic bag was opened a little bit, and from Song Buzhi's perspective, half of his profile face could just be seen——

Isn't this who?

Song Buzhi was really startled, his feet started to move by themselves, and he quickly walked towards the trash can.

He unceremoniously took the left hand that was holding the flashlight, and pressed his left hand down with force, and the light of the flashlight immediately shone on the man's head more precisely.

The man's eyes were closed, as if he was asleep, and the skin on his face was pale and pale.

"Very..." Song Buzhi murmured.

Discipline was originally displeased with Song Buzhi's gesture of holding his hand, but upon hearing this, he immediately looked at Song Buzhi, stared at him deeply, and asked slowly, "What did you say?"

Song Buzhi slowly withdrew his hand, turned his head when he heard the voice, and met Shang Ji's eyes.

Discipline's black eyes seemed to be dyed even darker by the night, as thick as ink, and no one could see through what was underneath.

Song Buzhi suddenly smiled: "Do you suspect that I am the murderer?"

---

Song Buzhi entered the Public Security Bureau for the second time.

Only this time, he was brought into the interrogation room.

After Xie Qitian brought him in, he closed the door and went out again.

"Disciplinary team." Outside, Xie Qitian walked to the discipline side, and looked into the interrogation room with him through the mirror.

In the interrogation room, Song Buzhi was leaning on the chair, with his hands relaxed on his lap, without nervousness or other emotions, and his posture could be said to be quite comfortable.

"What do you think?"

The disciplinary questions were endless, but Xie Qitian, who had followed him since graduation, immediately understood, and said: "Song Buzhi's words and deeds are very strange. When we took his interrogation transcript two hours ago, he...was very coy."

Xie Qitian thought about it for a while, and spit out such a word, coddling.

"But now, since we met him outside Lvjing Garden, he seems to be a different person. He has become...a man."

Xie Qitian thought about it again, and spit out the word "man".

"If Song Buzhi is not a twin, I suspect he may have schizophrenia."

Disciplinary made a "huh", noncommittal, and asked, "Have you found the mutilated body parts of the deceased?"

Xie Qitian shook his head: "There is still one foot short, Xiao Li and the others are still looking outside."

"I've been busy all night, and it's still three hours before dawn." Discipline walked out, "Let everyone who comes back go rest and continue after dawn."

Xie Qitian responded, and hurriedly asked: "What about Song Buzhi?"

"Leave it to dry first."

After the discipline was finished, the people also walked out.

---

In the interrogation room, Song Buzhi sat bored.

No mobile phone, no games, no idle books... except for a glass of water that was brought in on the table, nothing.

And...it's still a little hot.

Song Buzhi raised his eyes and glanced at the air outlet of the air conditioner.In front of the air outlet, a small piece of silk-like cloth hangs down, fluttering and fluttering with the heat coming out.

With only a shirt on, there is really nothing to take off.

Song Buzhi sighed softly, resting his chin in one hand and holding the paper cup in the other, shaking the water in the cup.

It's not like you can't go out.he thinks.

It's just that this is the Public Security Bureau after all, and if it disappears rashly, it may cause a big commotion...

However, it is hot.

He stood up - the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade still treated him quite loosely, he didn't put handcuffs on him, and didn't fix him on the chair in the interrogation room.

"Hey, is there anyone out there?"

Song Buzhi walked to the door, shouted a few words, and knocked on the door again.

There were police guards at the door, and soon a voice asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Buzhi said in a negotiating tone: "It's a bit hot, can I trouble you to turn off the air conditioner?"

Policeman outside: "This is the central air conditioner."

Song Buzhi: "..."

Does it mean it can't be closed?

Then, the policeman outside said again: "There is a switch on the wall next to the door, just turn it off yourself."

Song Buzhi: "..."

Slowly lowering his head to look at the wall next to the door, Song Buzhi had a "damn mentally retarded" expression on his face.

"I'm so stupid." Song Buzhi said to himself, "Well, the influence of the carrot must still be there."

Turn the switch to "OFF", and the air outlet of the air conditioner stops sending out heat in an instant, and the small cloth does not float, and hangs quietly.

Satisfied, Song Buzhi sat back on the chair.

The temperature in the room gradually dropped, and Song Buzhi felt that it was not so hot, and his mind resumed.

Obviously, after the "coincident encounter" by the trash can before coming here, the police completely regarded him as a criminal suspect.

Did he say that he just wandered around and arrived at a certain corpse dumping point unexpectedly?Even he himself didn't believe it was a coincidence, let alone the police.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the pale face in the black plastic bag immediately emerged.

Song Buzhi looked at a mirror as wide as a wall in the interrogation, and said to himself in the mirror: "Song Buzhi, Song Buzhi, you still know this person, so you are even more suspicious."

He knew the deceased.

Not only did they know each other, they had dinner together.

---

"The identity has been confirmed." In the forensic office, Bai Zhuo pointed to the information on the computer screen and said, "Jian Weiyuan, male, 23 years old, from Jiangcheng."

Discipline looked down at the various body parts on the dissecting table.

Bai Zhuo has put all the body parts back together. At this moment, it looks like this young man named Jian Weiyuan has been neatly cut into dozens of pieces. The incision is smooth and smooth, only one foot is missing. .

Seeing discipline's attention focused on the corpse, Bai Zhuo rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Do you know what the most powerful thing is?"

Discipline raised his eyes to look at him, and gave him a look of "say what you have to say, and let go of fart".

"Hey, Lao Ji, you're bored at this point." Bai Zhuo said, "When you date a girl, when she asks 'do you know what I like best', you also give her this look? Tsk , Dump you in minutes!"

The veins on Ji Ji's forehead twitched, he stretched out his hand to press his temple, and said a word: "Say."

There were two big characters "boring" written on Bai Zhuo's face, but he continued: "It's the weight! The weight of each of these corpses is almost exactly the same, and the error is within 0.5 grams!"

"Except for the head." Bai Zhuo added.

Discipline repeated slowly: "Almost exactly the same?"

"Yes!" Bai Zhuo picked up a notebook and showed it to him, "here, the data I recorded. From my point of view, this murderer must have obsessive-compulsive disorder, tsk tsk, the body was divided into parts of the same weight. It’s really the first time I’ve seen you.”

Discipline took a pair of gloves, put them on, grabbed a corpse, weighed it in his hands, and asked, "What's the cause of death?"

"Neck." Bai Zhuo pointed to the neck of the deceased. "The third cervical spinal cord was injured and died on the spot."

"The expression of the deceased was very peaceful, and there was no trace of resistance on his body." Discipline hit the nail on the head, "Did you get drugged before you died?"

Bai Zhuo spread his hands: "Old Ji, can't you wait for me to tell you step by step——Yes, the sleeping pills were found in the deceased's stomach. After the deceased fell asleep, his neck was twisted. Afterwards, the murderer dismembered the body."

While speaking, Disciplinary had already taken off his gloves, and walked towards the door, waving his hand back as he walked: "Make the autopsy report as soon as possible, and give it to me after dawn."

Bai Zhuo: "..."

"I was called from home. From the scene to the office, I have been busy for seven or eight hours without a break. Now I am not allowed to rest for a while and let me do this and that? Hmph, not considerate at all, no wonder thirty I don't have a girlfriend anymore..." Bai Zhuo complained ramblingly, but started working hard.

——Even if it is a second earlier, catch the murderer as soon as possible, and give the poor deceased an explanation.

Discipline walked through the large office outside, and saw a bunch of people sprawled across the seats.Seeing that a criminal policeman was not covered with clothes, discipline took a coat from the side and covered him.

——Even though there is heating in the office, if you sleep on your stomach in winter, you will still be cold, and it is easy to catch a cold.

The disciplinary office is at the innermost, a separate room.

He opened the door and walked in, walked to his seat and sat down, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.