When Zhao Yu and the others arrived at the crime scene, it was completely dark.
Because the road in the community was narrow, they had to park their car outside and walk in.
Not only was there a yellow cordon outside the temple, but there were also many police officers on duty.
Perhaps because the case was strange, the number of police officers on duty was far more than a normal case. There were as many as a dozen of them.
However, even so, Zhao Yu could clearly feel that the expressions of these police officers were still not very natural. Obviously, they were still faintly afraid.
Although the temple had recently been renovated, it still looked particularly dilapidated. The temple exuded a foul smell, which made people feel uncomfortable.
For this reason, Zhang Ling's police officers specially prepared masks for Zhao Yu and the others, but Zhao Yu did not wear them himself.
All the lights in the temple had long been broken, so the police had prepared a few temporary lights. When Zhao Yu entered, they were all turned on, and it was as bright as day.
"This is the crime scene." Zhang Ling took Zhao Yu to the back of the statue and said, "It is blocked by the statue, so people who enter the temple will not be able to see it!"
"So …" Zhao Yu looked at the scene and asked, "Who found it?"
"It rained heavily yesterday," Zhang Ling said. "Director Zhang Yun and his colleagues from the demolition department were doing research in the community. The rain was too heavy, so they hid in the temple to avoid the rain. Then, they found the victim!"
"When?" Zhao Yu asked again.
"Around 12 o 'clock," Zhang Ling said. "After finding the victim, they immediately called the police. The police from the sub-bureau arrived at the scene first, then notified our municipal bureau …"
"Have you asked the residents?" Zhao Yu continued to ask. "Do people usually come here?"
"Very few," Zhang Ling replied. "We've asked the neighborhood committee, the streets, and the residents. They said that no one comes to this Guan Yu Temple to burn incense. Although the door is open, on weekdays, only some students who play truant come here to smoke or something …
"We have started to go door to door to investigate, and we have also sent a team of people to the nearby schools to inquire …"
While Zhang Ling was talking, Zhao Yu took the photos of the crime scene and walked behind the statue. He began to think seriously about something.
Seeing that Zhao Yu was thinking seriously, Zhang Ling wanted to say something, but she did not dare to say it.
"Don't mind me …" Zhao Yu said without raising his head. "Go on, I'm listening!"
"Oh …" Zhang Ling continued, "The forensics department did not find any suspicious fingerprints or dandruff tissue. The fingerprints found on the zither were all from the deceased.
"Also, the deceased was dressed as a Daoist priest. The Daoist priest's clothes weren't real Daoist robes. From the fabric and style, it looked more like a costume for a TV show or a play.
"We should also send people to look for channels. They will compare the fabric according to its composition. However, there are many troupes and film companies in Andu. Hmm … They … Hmm … need some time … "
Zhang Ling was stuttering because he realized that Zhao Yu was sometimes standing, sometimes meditating, and in the end, he was even lying on the ground, which gave him goosebumps. It was the first time he had seen someone investigate a crime scene like this.
"And … and …" Zhang Ling could only continue. "We've also sent people to investigate Niu Jinkui's interpersonal relationships to see if it was a vendetta …"
"Vendetta …" Cui Lizhu shook her head and said, "This case doesn't look like a vendetta!"
"Indeed …" Zeng Ke nodded and said, "It feels a bit like the case in France that Team Leader mentioned before!"
"Are you talking about the Oil Painting Murder Case?" Cui Lizhu said sympathetically. "We are thinking the same thing. I was thinking the same thing just now.
"Hmm … Sis Wu …" Cui Lizhu turned to Wu Xiumin and asked, "What do you think? Do you feel that the deceased is more like a work of art? Isn't ghost culture popular here in Feng Tao Wan? "
"It's hard to say now," Wu Xiumin said cautiously. "We have to see the corpse again before we can do the profiling. From the surface, this case is indeed different from ordinary crimes … "
"Feng Tao Wan is just a general term," Zhang Ling explained to Cui Lizhu. "In the past, it generally referred to the southeast of Andu, along the Jiang An River.
It was said that there used to be a large city here, but it was later massacred, and all the people in the city were killed. "
She then added, "Some people were lucky enough to escape. Later, in order to pay tribute to these dead souls, they built a ghost temple to release the souls from purgatory.
"But … ghost culture still encourages people to be kind and do more good deeds. It doesn't teach anyone to kill, does it?!"
"So …" Cui Lizhu looked at Zhao Yu, then whispered to everyone, "I think this case should have something to do with the Ghost King Case from 66 years ago." Cui Lizhu turned to Zhang Ling and asked, "Have you found anything about Tao Yulan?
"Does Tao Yulan have any descendants? Could it be that his descendants want to fulfill Tao Yulan's last wish? "
"Um … Well …" Zhang Ling looked a little embarrassed. "I … We haven't found anything yet. It was too long ago, so we need more time …"
"Tao Yulan was an opera singer," Cui Lizhu said. "Now that the deceased victim is also an opera singer, shouldn't we put up a notice or something? Should he give a reminder to all the opera singers?
"I bet this case won't end just like that …"
After Cui Lizhu finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had said something inappropriate, so she quickly covered her mouth.
Although her worries were reasonable, it was obviously not appropriate to say it out loud in public, as it would be beneath her status as a special investigator.
Sure enough, all the police officers present looked at Cui Lizhu strangely, which made the situation a little awkward.
"Captain Zhang," Zhao Yu said to Zhang Ling, who had finally recovered from his trance-like state, "Our Detective Cui's reminder is reasonable, but … In the current situation, it's obvious that it's not enough to rely solely on a reminder. We have to catch the murderer as soon as possible!
"Well …" Zhao Yu said seriously, "Since the murderer is so meticulous, I believe that he must have put a lot of effort into the deceased Niu Jinkui.
So, send someone to find all the surveillance videos of Niu Jinkui in the past month, and then compare them one by one to see if anyone is following him or secretly watching him. "
"Oh! Understood … "Zhang Ling wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, then nodded and said," I'll arrange for someone to do it now! "
"Also," Zhao Yu said, "get someone to check Niu Jinkui's WeChat and contact list thoroughly to see if there are any suspicious people or messages.
"Finally, investigate the video of Niu Jinkui on the night of the crime to see how Niu Jinkui was kidnapped by the murderer that night …"
"We're already doing that …" Zhang Ling nodded. "Don't worry! Then … "He raised his head and asked Zhao Yu," Next, will you go to the police station to check the body? "
"Yes!" Zhao Yu said simply. "But, there is one more thing that I hope you can help me with!"
"Oh? What is it? Please tell me! "
"Please bring me the Ghost King Record …" Zhao Yu said. "I still don't know who the ten ghosts recorded in the book are!
At least, I need to know who the next Ghost King is, right? "
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