Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

Jun Zishu put the pajamas on the bed and opened the closet to find the inside.

Jiang Yinshuang's expression was already a bit sluggish when the Gentleman's Book came out.

With two big, thin, long white legs, and when she bent down, she blinked her eyes and continued to watch silently.

"Turn around."

The gentleman said without turning his head back, found his inner self, and took it out.

Jiang Yinshuang turned around obediently, his eyes seemed to be reluctant.

She didn't have any bad thoughts in her mind, but she simply felt that this person was really good-looking, he looked good everywhere, she wanted to take a look, and then take another look.

Jun Zishu got dressed, lay on the bed, and picked up the phone.

What is the reason for a cannibal?

This is not an era of famine, and the absurd phenomenon of changing children and eating is not going to happen.

Mental illness is a condition. What else is there for other reasons, so let them start to attack the same kind?

From the murderer's perspective, his choice for'food' is a young man. Is it because the meat is more tender at this time, but if you look at it from this perspective, children are clearly more delicious, and It is better to start, and if the murderer is an adult, the success rate is higher.

Jun Zishu tends to be an adult male as the murderer, otherwise there is no way to bring the body to the scene.

The evidence at the scene was too limited. The corpse had obviously been abandoned there for more than a day, and the snow had covered what might have been traces on the ground.

The murderer mostly started to throw corpses at night or after early morning, because this narrow road is located between the commercial street and the residential building. In the middle of the two buildings, the flow of people during the day is not particularly large, but it is also crowded. to.

It was 10:10 when Junzishu went, and the shops in the commercial street were already dark. And according to the reporter's dictation, the commercial street generally ended work at 10 o'clock in winter, so the murderer threw the body at that point in time. Rear.

The murderer chose to discard the corpse in that place, which shows that he should be familiar with the environment in this area, so it may be the residents nearby or people who have lived here.

Jun Zishu's finger touched the edge of the screen, and the photos on the phone were taken on the spot.

Is there any special meaning for the corpse to be placed like this?

Or just because the place is relatively narrow, you can only take that posture?

No, there is another possibility.

Perhaps the victim was tied to a chair and maintained a posture for a long time, even after death, so the corpse is relatively stiff, so which form can only be maintained?

"Jiang Yinshuang, can you see other ghosts?"

"No, I suspect there are no ghosts except me, I haven't seen it anyway."

Jiang Yinshuang shook his head, now on the other side of the gentleman's book bed.

Xiao Huaxian also said that there should be no ghosts here, but Jiang Yinshuang is special.

"Miss Police Officer, just call me Yinshuang."

"Ok."

"Miss Police Officer, can I lie down on your bed? Don't worry, I'm very clean."

Jiang Yinshuang stretched out his white hand and turned around before the gentleman wrote.

Jun Zi Shu squinted at her with a thoughtful expression.

"I remember that in TV shows or movies, ghosts should have dying wounds on their bodies? Do you have them?"

So you can know what the cause of death is.

"Yes, but I don't want to show it to you."

Jiang Yinshuang wringed his fingers, unhappy.

"too ugly."

Jiang Yinshuang said quietly.

"I'm afraid to scare you."

If you want to show your best appearance to this person, let's forget about the ugly appearance.

"Then you can describe it."

"There is a wound on the back of the head. It may be a death caused by a heavy blow to the head. There are no traces on the body."

Jiang Yinshuang said seriously about the cause of his death, which should be a very scary scene. Jun Zishu nodded, indicating that he knew it.

"I... can I... lie down?"

"You don't want to touch me."

"Okay, I will pay attention."

"It's not that you hate you, you are too cold, it's winter now."

The gentleman book added a sentence and looked down at his mobile phone.

Jiang Yinshuang's eyes widened, and he was ecstatic.

How could Miss Police Officer be so nice and gentle? It's so cute.

Jun Zishu doesn't know what the little ghost next to her thinks. She is checking on the Internet to see if there are any cases in this regard. Although the news on the Internet is mixed, the media likes to exaggerate.

Some important things are definitely impossible to put on the surface, and Jun Zishu doesn't expect to find out anything by himself.

Sure enough, the news that jumped out were all about world horror cases, and there was nothing practical for reference.

Junzishu changed some keywords again, and what came out were nothing more than literary works and related reviews.

It is really scary enough to become a reality as a metaphor for spiritual and literary exaggeration.

Gentlemen can't figure it out, but normal people can't figure it out.

If a person's thoughts can be synchronized or fit with the most vicious criminals, then the person is not a criminal, and he is not far from the criminal.

Jiang Yinshuang saw Jun Zishu frowning and didn't know how to help.

"Miss Police Officer, it's late, you go to bed."

"Why on earth..."

Junzishu seemed to have not heard Jiang Yinshuang's words, and muttered to himself.

Animals will eat the same kind. Some are because they can’t coexist by nature. They kill each other and then eat something. Others die because of the same kind. If you don’t eat for nothing, you will eat meat. Others are also due to racial habits, such as praying mantis. And spiders.

"There are many possibilities."

Jiang Yinshuang took the call and successfully attracted Jun Zishu's attention.

"Maybe it's because I'm bored, I have eaten too many delicious foods, but I haven't eaten them before, so I want to try something."

"It may also be sick, such as the case on the file you read before."

"It may also be because of hatred, hatred to eat its flesh and blood, a method of torture."

The gentleman's book suddenly realized when he heard the last one, it seemed that something had been activated in his mind.

"Could it be that we all wanted to make trouble before, maybe this is not a case of cannibalism, maybe the cut meat and the excavated viscera were thrown away to feed carnivores, such as dogs."

Jun Zishu felt that he had some inertial thinking, because he saw the situation of the corpse and added the precedents he knew before, so he was somewhat preconceived.

Jun Zishu is upset, thinking about a case can't just think about one possibility, unless there is more evidence.

There are two ideas in Jun Zishu's mind. One is cannibalism, and the murderer will continue to commit the crime.

One is revenge. The identity of the victim dictates that he may have provoked many people and caused some hatred or trouble, so others have carried out fierce revenge.

Cutting off the flesh of the thigh may be understood by Ling Chi's torture.

There is even a possibility that he thinks it is a messenger of justice, is a clean-up of the world, and uses his own methods to retaliate against people he believes has made a mistake.

In any case, you have to wait for the investigation, or the next appearance of the dead body.

Jun Zishu rubbed her eyebrows, she hoped it was the second one, because this kind of loss was the least.

Jun Zishu had almost thought about it, put the phone aside to charge, turned off the light in the room, and got ready to go to bed.

"Miss Police Officer, good night."

"good night."

The snow fell intermittently, one after another.

It didn't go down until midnight last night, but in the morning it started to snow again.

The weather was hell, everyone had to wear more clothes to go out with trembling body, and still have to do what should be done.

When Jun Zishu went out, the snow on the ground was already thick. Fortunately, her car didn't care about this snow. She drove out of the garage, had breakfast, and called Yang Tianxiao and told her Meet at the place where the body was found yesterday.

The yellow bar was pulled at the scene, although there was nothing inside.

It was not too early when Junzishu went, and the things in the trash can were still the same as they were yesterday.

Due to the weather, there were no people on the road.

Jun Zishu saw the coffee shop of the informant yesterday and opened the door and walked in.

The pleasant wind bell told the people in the shop that someone was coming. Liao Ying sat at the counter a little slouched. He immediately looked up when he saw someone looking up and found that it was a gentleman's book.

"Police officer, what do you drink?"

"What else is there besides coffee?"

"Milk orange juice black tea green tea milk tea, this is the menu, look at it."

Jun Zishu ordered a cup of green tea and chose a window seat,

There is a layer of mist on the glass, making it difficult to see the outside.

There was only Liao Ying in the store. After she made the drink, she brought it to Jun Zishu's table.

"sit."

Liao Ying sat on the opposite side of Jun Zi Shu a little restrained, with her hands on her lap.

"You are the only one in the store?"

"Well, I usually come the earliest, because the housing is more advanced, you can start the preparation work earlier, other colleagues only come at nine o'clock."

It's 8:25.

"Is it the last time you get off work?"

"Yes, in fact, it was supposed to take turns to work the night shift, but my home is relatively close so...but the salary is also higher."

"I was terrified yesterday, didn't you sleep well?"

"Some, had nightmares."

"How is business in the store?"

"It's not bad, the traffic here is average, mainly because there are many repeat customers."

This is a commercial street, two small shopping malls across the road, and a residential area next to the road.

"Do you often see strangers?"

"It's okay, but there are not many guests I can remember. Except for the ones that come frequently, or those with distinctive features, I can hardly remember the others."

"Does the mall close at ten?"

"Yeah, it's 9:30. The new shopping plazas attracted a lot of traffic before. Their business is not as good as before. They open late and there are almost no people. Coupled with the weather, they also close early."