The murder of the twelve constellations

A pure virgin

The Quaker's name for Sunday

"Little dream, don't wait for me at night ~ ~ ~ Go to bed early." Guo Jing packed her things in a hurry after receiving the call.

He came up to me and kissed me gently on the forehead. "There was another murder ..." The voice was still in my ear, but only a vague figure remained. I took a sip of coffee and thought about how to spend this boring afternoon. This damn TV has no signal since yesterday.

The wall clock struck twelve. I curled up on the sofa and dozed off one after another, and finally heard familiar footsteps. Guo Jing must have come back.

I ran to open the door, but I ran into him.

"Are you still awake?" Guo Jing patted me on the head angrily. "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?"

I smiled, gave him a gentle hug, and then ran to the kitchen to make him a cup of black coffee. Whenever there is a case, he always stays up all night.

Under the orange light, his serious side face is so charming. I went over and scratched his hair in distress. Guo Jing quickly closed the information she was reading, but I still saw it. I couldn't help crying, and my coffee spilled all over the floor because my hands trembled excessively.

Guo Jing hugged me and patted me twice. "Just closed the door, I was afraid that you would be afraid. This is different from the former situation. Look, I'm scared. "

"It's okay." I rubbed my chest. "I was just shocked when I saw it. What happened this time? " I pouted. "I'll always sit on you if you don't tell me!"

"Afraid of you ~ ~" Guo Jing reopened the clip. I took a deep breath and looked slowly. This photo is terrible. Although psychologically prepared, I still clung to Guo Jing's clothes.

"Your face is so white, are you all right?" He asked with concern.

"No ... nothing ~ ~ You are in charge of this case?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at him nervously.

"Yes, what's the matter? The murderer was so cunning that nothing was left at the scene. But with my less Jing, he can't escape from the French Open ....................................................................... "

I pulled up the corners of the mouth smiled "nothing. As before, let's analyze the case. " I carefully looked at Group A photos, which are full-length portraits from several different angles. Dressed in a white dress, the dead woman was lying among the six-pointed stars of Chinese characters, and her limbs were fixed to the ground by four thick bamboo poles. "It's cruel, she is still so young."

Group b photos are close-ups of the deceased above the neck. "Hey? There are ligature marks on her neck ~ ~ ~ Did she suffocate? "

"Yes, forensic identification, she is really suffocated. But the ligature mark on the neck is very strange, just a thin line, unlike the texture of the rope, and the weapon has not been found so far. "

"Did she struggle?"

"The dead have no signs of struggle, forensic preliminary estimate that she took diazepam before she died. But we found some dander under her nails, which may have been left by the murderer. "

"Oh ..." I saw a line written in blood on the photos of Group C: Pure Virgin. Dark red font, a bit dazzling. "When did she die?"

"Yesterday, the preliminary inference was from 3 pm to 4 pm."

"Look!" I pointed to her information and pulled Guo Jing.

Xiao Xinyi, female, aged 23, was born on 1983 10 year129 October.

"She died on her birthday ~ ~ ~" I couldn't control my emotions and jumped on Guo Jing and cried. "She is so poor ~ ~ ~"

Guo Jing carried me to bed. "You are tired. Go to bed early and stop thinking about it ~ ~ ~ "

I nodded, covered the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

the next day

It was already 9 o'clock when I woke up. I left a note on the table, "lazy pig, I got up late again and bought you breakfast." Be sure to eat! Jing "

Looking at a large glass of milk, my heart is warm, and happiness is really close to me.

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the next day

1: 30, it's over, I'm going to be late again. Sure enough, when I arrived at McDonald's panting, pulled up a stool and took a deep breath, Yani whooshed a newspaper in front of me.

"Abnormal killers commit crimes cruelly, and bad women die."

In that newspaper, I saw Guo Jing's photo and introduction:

Zhang, male, aged 26 and 20, graduated from the Crime Department of χ χ University. Now he is the superintendent of the χ χ police station. During his three years in office, the detection rate reached 100%.

I burst out laughing. "Why did you make him so ugly?"

Yani blushed and shook her newspaper. "I want you to read the content, not the mouth."

"We are not married yet!" This time it was my turn to blush, so I had to bury my face and continue reading the newspaper, but my heart was smiling sweetly.

"A woman's body was found in Bald Mountain yesterday. According to the reporter, the woman surnamed Xiao grew up in an orphanage. Colleagues spoke highly of Xiao, saying that he had nothing against anyone. According to the first worker who found the body, the deceased died in terror and no suspicious person was found nearby. As the factory was not the first scene of the crime, the police didn't find any clues. The murderer is cruel and extremely cunning, so remind readers not to talk to strangers, and close the doors and windows when going out or resting to prevent someone from sneaking in and doing you harm.