On the second night after Song Wen moved into Lu Siyu's house, Song Wen's cell phone rang just after dinner.

There are millions of people in this southern city, and there are always births and deaths. It is normal to have a case, but the leisure time without a case makes people feel that they are not normal.

After answering the phone, Song Wen neatly packed his things and brought Lu Siyu to the scene. Lu Siyu thought about it, went upstairs to get his glasses and put them on, and then took a pen and a notebook for recording. The little wolf saw that the two people suddenly packed up, became excited, and rushed towards Song Wen.

Song Wen touched Little Wolf's dog's head: "I can't take you tonight, we're on business, but we can't bring our own police dog."

The dog seemed to understand Song Wen's words, and with a nod, he rolled his eyes immediately, turned and lay back in the kennel with a look of disgust, and wagged his tail twice as if in protest.

Is this too realistic? Song Wen pointed at the dog and said, "Little white-eyed wolf, don't come to me next time if you can."

Lu Siyu looked at Song Wen, and then at his dog, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's only been two days, but you two know each other quite well."

Song Wen pretended not to hear the sarcasm in it, thought for a while and said, "Based on my previous experience with animals, this is already very harmonious."

The place where the body was found this time was an old chemical factory outside the city, and it took about 40 minutes for the car to arrive at the scene.

The factory building was built 20 years ago. It is a medium-sized chemical factory named Qinghe Henanhua. The river next to it was originally called Qinghe, and the chemical factory was named after it. However, in the decades of rapid development, Nanhua continued to discharge sewage into the river, making the Qinghe River not worthy of its name. Later, due to serious pollution, aging equipment, and making ends meet, the factory stopped production when it was restructured a few years ago.

Workers were laid off and dismissed, and equipment was sold for seven, seven or eight, but this area was not demolished, leaving a few empty workshops. No matter how well-built the city is, there will always be some such places left, like scabs in the city.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the sky in this area was completely dark, the sky was dark blue, quiet and deep, and a few starlights could be seen on it.

Song Wen parked Lu Siyu's car next to other police cars, and could hear various insects in the distance. When he locked the car, he sighed: "I have to say that the shutdown of these factories is still useful. My grandmother lived nearby, and I couldn't see the stars at night, but now I can see at least some bright spots."

Lu Siyu asked, "Who called the police?"

Song Wendao: "The underground band practicing here. This place is the lost paradise for those young people."

The main workshop of this waste chemical factory is tall and empty, and the internal structure can form a natural reverberation. Later, it was discovered by some underground bands for some reason. There are no residential buildings near this place. Even if you sing all over the world, no one will care about you. Later, this place gradually became a gathering place for young people. Song Wen looked at it and said, "If those bands weren't there, this would be a good place to kill people and hide corpses."

It was the largest building among them that found the body. Lu Siyu stood up for a moment in front of the dark factory building, and Song Wen said, "Let's go, let's make a quick decision and go back to sleep at night."

Lu Siyu just hummed and followed Song Wen obediently.

When Song Wen and Lu Siyu arrived, Lin Xiuran and Fu Linjiang were both inside. Several police cars were parked outside the factory building. Song Wen raised the cordon and walked in first, greeting the first few people.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and the scorching heat of the day had dissipated. This old factory building was a natural place to escape the summer heat. As soon as Lu Siyu walked in, he felt a cold wind blowing.

This place has been deserted for a long time, and the band who came to sing here pulled the wire in order to facilitate the connection of the electric guitar. At this time, there were a few searchlights in the black factory building that they usually do underground concerts. Although the strong light cannot illuminate the entire factory building, it is enough to make people see the surrounding situation clearly.

The windows of the factory are long gone, and graffiti is painted on the surrounding walls with various paints. It is estimated that it is rarely cleaned. There are not only cigarette butts on the ground, but also beer cans, packaging of various snacks, in the corner of the warehouse. Some musical instruments, and two simple tents next to them, have a strong sense of wasteland.

Song Wen looked around and joked, "Those young people are not too timid. If there is a zombie movie in this place, there is no need for a scene."

Lu Siyu looked at it and frowned slightly. The scene was badly damaged. I'm afraid those young people have long regarded this place as a second home.

It has been empty for so long, and there is still a faint smell of sulfuric acid in the air. Fortunately, the factory has already been ventilated everywhere, so it is not uncomfortable to smoke.

Seeing Song Wen coming, Fu Linjiang put the pen away from his chest pocket, pointed to a few young people who were squatting or sitting beside him, and said, "It's just the corpses they found, they said they were tired from rehearsal and played tennis and picked up the ball. found out."

Those few people are very young, three men and one woman, dressed in avant-garde, maverick. A man at the head wore an earring on one side. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to light it. Song Wen said, "This is the crime scene!"

The young man was accustomed to wandering here, so he curled his lips and put the cigarette between his fingers: "Officer, when can we go home? It's past eight o'clock. We are very innocent and have done nothing. , I called the police." Then he sighed, "I knew it would be so troublesome..." There was a lot of remorse for reporting the case.

"It's all your meddling..." The girl in the group glared at him and said, "My mother told me to go home before ten o'clock today. If I can't go back, I can't spare you."

"What are you arguing about?" The young man who didn't smoke turned back and scolded her: "It's not you, you have to play tennis. If you played badminton, wouldn't it have been a long time ago?!"

The girl didn't react for a while, her eyes widened and she asked, "Why?"

"Badminton is light, you can't play that far." Song Wen couldn't listen anymore, he coughed: "Don't be arguing, you are a couple, it's not worth pushing this trivial matter around."

The boy was a little surprised and turned around and asked Song Wen, "How do you know..."

Song Wen pointed to their hands: "The couple's rings are all with them." Then he reassured the two young people, "It's not the one you killed. I'll let you go back later, and tell me the process of your discovery."

Hearing this, the girl lowered her head: "I found it when I was picking up the ball. In the pit over there, as soon as I looked for the ball, I pulled out a hand. It was thin and thin, like a mummy. I was scared to death at that time. Now..." She still felt lingering fears when she recalled the scene.

"When did you start using this place as a rehearsal area?" Song Wen asked again.

The girl recalled: "It was almost March. We wanted to participate in the music festival in May. We rehearsed elsewhere. We were complained several times, so we found this place. down."

Song Wen listened to them telling the story again, and the fat man among the three saw that there was physical evidence to check the equipment they had placed on the side, and called out nervously: "My bass is new, don't break it. , oh, I can take it away, right? You won't confiscate it, right? That's embezzling the people's property."

Song Wen pointed to Fu Linjiang and said, "Wait and let the physical evidence look at the things, then go back to the bureau with him, make the transcript, and then you can go back."

On the other side of the factory, Lu Siyu had found Lin Xiuran and took gloves and masks from him.

Today, Lin Xiuran came over as a forensic doctor, and he has long been accustomed to treating Lu Siyu as half a forensic doctor.

After so many years, although the equipment in this factory has been sold out long ago, there are still a lot of chemicals left, and there are still several huge pools with some powder-like things poured into them. The faint lingering smell of chemicals, but there is no smell of corpses.

The corpse was hidden in one of the potholes where chemicals were stacked. The pothole was three meters square, about one meter five deep, and was covered with white chemical powder about half a meter thick. It looked like it was buried. A pool of snow.

At this time, the corpse had been pulled out with the help of the police who arrived first, and it was inevitably stained with a lot of white powder.

Most of the lights at the scene have been gathered here, but the light is still not too bright. Lu Siyu pulled the mask up and lowered his body to take a closer look at the body. From the looks of it, it's almost impossible to call that thing a "person". The face and torso of the corpse were corroded, the water in the whole body was sucked dry, and the thighs had shrunk to one-third the thickness of a normal person, turning into a mummified corpse.

Lu Siyu looked at it, only to be able to initially identify a male victim. Judging from the skeleton, the victim is not low, about 1.8 meters tall.

Lin Xiuran also looked down at the terrifying corpse, and without changing his expression, used his gloved hand to probe the corpse's head. The white powder on the corpse fell, and his face was finally revealed.

Lin Xiuran suddenly frowned and scolded, "Damn it."

Lu Siyu and Lin Xiuran have been at the scene several times. don't know what made the old forensic doctor feel strange. He followed Lin Xiuran's eyes to see that the corpse's face was dry and his eyes were closed, but he could see that, The corners of his mouth rose, as if he were smiling. He has seen various expressions of the corpse, most of which are terrifying and painful, and rarely see the expression smiling.

In the middle of the night, a dry corpse suddenly appeared in an empty factory building, and it was still a smiling corpse. This scene has to be said to be very strange, making people shudder.

Lin Xiuran quickly regained his composure and pressed a suspected knife wound on his chest with his hand, "It may be the muscle deformation caused by the erosion of the facial muscles. It is a young man, about twenty-five years old, and the cause of death is suspected. It was caused by being stabbed in the chest, and the time of death is difficult to judge due to the erosion of chemicals." Having said that, he pressed the muscles on the body with his hands again, "Conservatively estimated, it has been at least a few months. This corner is remote, so it has been undiscovered."

The time of death of a corpse is one of the important clues to detect a case, but such a dry corpse undoubtedly makes it difficult to infer the time of death.

"Belly... there seems to be a wound." Lu Siyu said, and touched the place with his fingers. Although the skin has been eroded, it can still be vaguely seen that the skin there is different from other places, and there is an obvious Wrinkle, he touched it and then snorted again, the touch was completely different from the wound.

"It doesn't look like a wound..." Lin Xiuran also stretched out his hand. He could clearly feel that the part of the skin was different from the rest, but there was no blood or penetration.

Lu Siyu thought for a while and judged, "Maybe it's an old injury."

Lin Xiuran agreed with this inference, but still said rigorously: "It is possible, I will focus on this place when I go back for the autopsy."