Chapter 67 The legacy of genius
Once the Criminal Police Department files a case, it is no longer a small private investigation.
Yamaguchi Takashi applied for a search warrant from the judge on the grounds of searching for missing persons. That night, the apartment building was cordoned off. Seiji Yasukawa was taken to the police station for tea, and the police officers went from door to door to take notes. At the strong request of Yazaki Momo, Fushimi Lu and Yuan Yuzi were temporarily dispatched to work with Yamaguchi Takashi on the case.
When the forensics class opened the lock, Yamaguchi Takashi stretched out his arms, put his hands on his hips, raised his head and scolded: "Listen up, you two newbies don't get in the way, don't hold me back, and keep quiet after entering the scene. Got it?" ”
"Yes!" Yuan Yuzi stood at attention and saluted.
Fushimi Shikama just thought that Yamaguchi Takashi farted. He and Yamaguchi Takashi were not in the same department, and they had no intention of promotion, so there was no need to look at each other's faces.
He winked at Yazaki Momo, who immediately understood. The two of them walked to the corner of the corridor one after another. After making sure that no one was there, Yazaki Momo took out the cigarette case from her pocket and knocked out the filter skillfully: "Would you like one? Qixing, don't you dislike it?"
"No, I don't smoke." Fushimi Lu has never gotten into the bad habit of smoking in this life, and he doesn't intend to let himself become a regular smoker again.
Yazaki Momo didn't mind. She held a thin cigarette between her lips, lit it with a metal lighter, took a deep breath, and blew out the smoke ring at Fushimi Deer: "Tell me, why did you call me?"
"I want to get some news from you." Fushimi Shika didn't blink.
Yazaki Momo leaned her shoulders against the wall and said: "You ask first, I will tell you what you can tell, and I can make a price for what I can't tell."
"Is there such a thing in Japan where the crime rate is high, but the patrol police are very idle?" Fushimi Lu knew that this question was stupid, but he still wanted to ask it.
"You might as well ask Kabukicho if there are any good wives and mothers." Yazaki Momo said.
"Okay, then just pretend I didn't ask..."
"Wait a minute," Yazaki Momo pulled out the squeezing and curved business card from her chest: "Are you interested in being my informant? If you encounter any interesting cases, you can call me at any time. If you are adopted and published in the newspaper, I will You will be paid a handsome sum of money.”
Fushimi Shika took the business card, and his body temperature was still on it. He glanced down and put it in his pocket, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
The two reached a tacit understanding and stopped talking.
When they returned to their original positions, the forensics instructor happened to unlock the door. Yamaguchi Takashi took the lead, put on a hood, gloves and shoe covers and walked into the house.
The tip of Yuan Yuzi's small nose twitched slightly. She did not smell the smell of putridity or blood. Instead, she smelled a strange smell that seemed to be that of heather, and she couldn't help but frown.
Why would anyone put heather in the room? What a strange hobby...
The smell was not strong and no one else noticed it. Yamaguchi Takashi flipped the chandelier switch, but there was no response, so he had to turn on the flashlight and glance around.
The room was small, only about ten square meters, and the room was in a mess. The desk lamp was broken, a small wooden table with a missing leg was leaning on the ground, a few books were scattered on the tatami, and a few broken bent tiles were placed in the corner.
There was very little furniture inside, only a yellowed cloth and a cupboard with photos hanging on it. Yuan Yuzi leaned over, turned on the flashlight, and looked at the weird photo.
It is extremely narrow and should be a family portrait, but the mother's face has been cut off, leaving only a body holding the infant baby; the father's entire body has been cut off, leaving only one arm, On my wife's shoulders.
How could a good family be torn apart... Thinking of this, Yuan Yuzi felt a little uncomfortable and became more and more worried about the missing child.
Yamaguchi Takashi noticed the wooden stick in the corner. He thought the straight stick was a suspected murder weapon and asked the forensics class to take it back for identification.
"It's not a murder weapon." Yuan Yuzi said suddenly. After seeing the situation inside the house, she deduced a lot of useful information. But relying solely on the clues currently available, it is still impossible to find the whereabouts of the crazy woman and child.
Yamaguchi Takashi was humiliated in public, and he became increasingly unhappy: "Didn't I tell you to shut up? You guy——"
"I'm extremely sorry!" Yuan Yuzi interrupted first.
She once again entered the flow state of handling the case. Now that people's lives are at stake, she doesn't care about honor, disgrace or dignity: "There is a child whose life or death is unknown. The situation is urgent. I really don't have time to investigate slowly. Please stay away for the time being." , let me try to restore the scene with profiling.”
"Ah?! What's this mess? Who is your commander? Let him talk to me!"
Yamaguchi Takashi didn't think Minamoto Tamako was causing trouble. He had already seen it at the airport. This little guy really had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He was afraid that Minamoto Tamako would actually deduce some clues, take away the credit from the search section, and bring disgrace to the entire Toyota Police Department.
Fushimi Lu intervened at the right time and lied that Yazaki Momo wanted to conduct a small interview with Yamaguchi Takashi and also interviewed other police officers about their case handling experiences. After Yazaki Momo heard this, she understood and actively cooperated, took out a pen and paper and put on an interview posture.
"It's up to you, future detective."
He sent out all the police officers, shot a rainbow fart at Yuan Yuzi, and urged: "Finish the work early, get off work early."
"Leave it to me." Yuan Yuzi's face tightened.
She stood the flashlight on the cupboard, illuminating most of the room.
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After taking deep breaths repeatedly, Yuan Yuzi slowly closed her eyes and cleared her mind of all distracting thoughts. Her self-awareness seemed to be sinking into the cold seabed, getting deeper and deeper, becoming more and more quiet. All the information was quickly integrated in her subconscious, reconstructed in her mind almost like self-hypnosis.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was reconstructed into an independent world, and she was the master of this world. Time went back under her will, and she saw the low table with missing legs re-erected, and the books scattered on the floor were re-folded and placed under the low table; she saw wooden sticks lying across the window sill and the cupboard. , under the rotation of the sun and the moon, the wooden stick left a groove in the cupboard and window... Time is getting faster and faster, moving rapidly on an axis.
With a crunching sound, Yuan Yuzi turned her head. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, time returned to the starting point, and someone opened the door.
"From today on, this is our home." The girl said.
This was the first time Yuan Yuzi saw a real person during the profiling process. The girl looked about seven or eight years old, with braids and a lot of freckles on her face. She led a woman in a white dress into the hut.
Yuan Yuzi stood beside the two of them, like an invisible ghost.
In her eyes, it was all so real.
The face of the woman in the white dress was blurry. This was the norm when Yuan Yuzi profiled her. She couldn't see the specific person.
But this girl has a clear face and a specific voice.
Time accelerated again, and the two people's movements were like a stop-motion animation, flickering rapidly like ghostly animals. Finally, time stopped for one night. The girl was standing on the low table. She had just reached out and scraped the wall on the ceiling. She lowered her head and said, "Open your eyes."
Yuantamako woke up from the profile with a nosebleed flowing from her nostrils. But she didn't bother to wipe it, but raised her head in a daze.
The ceiling was covered with uneven scratches and spots. Minamoto Tamako held up the flashlight and tilted it to a certain angle. The light and shadow on the wall painted two delicate faces, one large and one small.
——That is the legacy left by genius.
(End of chapter)