He was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening. Song Wen drove to his residence, and just as he was about to take off his coat, Lu Siyu said, "Go take a bath first, you are full of nitrite, be careful of poisoning, it is not good for your health. "

Song Wen wrapped the coat he just took off and wrapped it in his arms, "Would you like to come together?" After speaking, he felt awkward, and added, "Anyway, your house has many bathrooms."

Lu Siyu said: "I'm very careful, I can just wash my hands later. It's you who helped them move the corpse." He thought for a while and said, "By the way, put your clothes in the washing machine, don't let the small The wolf hits."

Song Wen responded, dodged the dog that rushed over, went to the bedroom to get a change of clean clothes, went to the bathroom, and Song Wenzai washed it carefully.

Since Song Wen moved here, the layout of Lu Siyu's study has changed a bit. He likes to use notebooks, so he used a horizontal table on the side and left the main seat to Song Wen. The two people in the city bureau office are sitting in similar positions.

Song Wen came out of the bathroom, went to the study and turned on the computer. At this time, Zhu Xiao had already called up the missing persons records of men around Nancheng in the past year. Song Wen printed the data, and Lu Siyu was sitting on the side preparing to transcribe the site survey report on the notebook. Watching Song Wen flip through the data, he stretched out his hand and said, "Show me?"

Song Wen handed over the stack of papers: "The autopsy hasn't been done yet, there is too little information, and it may be useless."

Lu Siyu didn't care much, and looked through them one by one: "At least we can check first."

Song Wendao: "Let me go get you a hot cup of milk? It's helpful for sleep."

Lu Siyu shook his head: "I've brushed my teeth."

Song Wen looked at the time: "But it's almost eleven o'clock, no matter how dedicated you are, you can't endure like this."

Lu Siyu lowered his head and continued to watch. He rested his chin with his hand and did not lift his head, "You asked Zhu Xiaoda to retrieve these files at night, didn't you just stay up all night to read them tonight?"

He knew more about Song Wen, but he always put the case in the first place before the case was solved. It was more important than eating and sleeping. At this time, he pretended to be relaxed, just to coax him to sleep.

Thick stacks of disappearance records, each of which represents the expectations of relatives. The death is a human life. If the mystery can be solved one minute earlier, the case can be closed a minute earlier. How can people relax at such a time?

Song Wen was distracted by him, withdrew his hand, and sighed: "I, even if I lie in bed at two o'clock, I can still fall asleep. Can you compare with me?" He originally planned to talk to Lu Siyu Talking about Xu Changying's digging, after Lu Siyu fell asleep, he would finish the screening by himself, but now that he saw Lu Siyu so engrossed in the case, it didn't seem like he was about to leave.

Lu Siyu frowned slightly, but still refused: "Let me watch it for a while, it's too early, I can't sleep."

Song Wen had no way to take him. He grabbed half of it from him and said, "It's always quicker for two people to check. After reading it, you can just sleep with me obediently."

Lu Siyu had no objection this time. He lowered his head and habitually put his thumb to his lips, biting his nails and taking a closer look.

Song Wen took more than a dozen pieces of information in his hand, and began to investigate factors such as age, height, body shape, and time of disappearance. After reading more than a dozen pieces of information, there was always one or two that did not match, and neither did the victim. too match.

Song Wen focused and watched quietly for an hour or so, and finally ruled out all possibilities. He put down the materials and stretched out, "I've finished reading the ones here, but none of them. It seems that this bacon brother is quite difficult. found."

After Song Wen finished speaking, he looked up, only to see Lu Siyu resting his head with one hand, his eyebrows closed, his pointed chin drooping, and he was already sitting there asleep. Song Wen was afraid of disturbing him, so he got up and looked at the information on the table. The records were almost the same, and he marked them carefully.

Song Wen thought to himself, this person is really, he was the one who wanted to work but didn't want to go to sleep just now, and he was the one who fell asleep sitting at the desk now.

Song Wen stood across from the table, staring at Lu Siyu's sleeping face, his complexion was white, and his eyebrows were as delicate as ice. Seeing that Lu Siyu didn't want to wake up at all, Song Wen simply walked over, turned his swivel chair, and embraced him. Song Wen used his arms to hug him horizontally.

When Lu Siyu was half asleep, his body suddenly lightened. He knew that he was being held by Song Wen and could smell the man's body, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and he murmured lowly. The sound was like a cat meowing, and Song Wen carried him to the bed in the bedroom. Song Wen was afraid that he would wake up, and looked at Lu Siyu's Qingjun's face, his eyebrows were still closed, so he held his head down carefully, and then covered him with a quilt.

Song Wen lowered his head to look at Lu Siyu's sleeping face. He thought to himself, it would be good if he could keep doing this.

The next morning, the morning meeting was held together by various departments as usual. The small conference room was occupied by Xu Changying and his team. They could only meet temporarily in the forensic room. Because it was too late last night, the identity of the body was not determined. Lin Xiuran did not transport the body to the funeral home, but parked it in the forensic room.

Song Wen rubbed his nose as soon as he entered the door of the forensic room. The body had been left here overnight, and the air had a faint smell of sea salt.

After a while, people arrived.

The physical evidence had all gone out to work today, leaving photos and various documents. Several criminal police officers and Lin Xiuran sat next to the corpse that had long since turned into a mummified corpse, and had a serious meeting.

Song Wen said straight to the point: "Last night, Lu Siyu and I have checked the latest missing persons records. In the missing persons files, there is nothing that matches the age and height of the deceased."

Lin Xiuran said: "My autopsy has also been completed here. The deceased was male, aged between 25 and 26 years old, and about 180 in height. The DNA and fingerprints of the deceased were not recorded in the relevant database, which means that the deceased may have no criminal record before his death. Others, the time of death was about six months ago. The cause of death was a knife in the chest. The knife stabbed the lungs and should have died soon. In addition, we found yesterday that there was a wound on the abdomen of the deceased. After autopsy It was found that it was a surgical scar, the deceased did not have a gallbladder, he may have had a cholecystectomy, and he had cancer in his body, which is a young terminal cancer patient."

"The cancer is at an advanced stage? How many days does this person have to live?" Fu Linjiang frowned slightly when he heard this, such a deceased person was rarely seen in previous cases, "What kind of deep hatred does he have to kill a terminally ill person? After a few months, he may have died of the disease himself, so why should he end his life in this way?"

According to common sense, such a terminally ill patient should lie in the hospital, or enjoy the last time with his relatives, but he was killed and thrown into a chemical factory.

Song Wen was also a little puzzled: "This person is not a missing person, nor has it been recorded on the record. It is very strange that he has been dead for so long without reporting the case."

No family, no friends, no police records, no information, this person is alone, as if abandoned by the whole world. No, he is still connected to the world, and that is the murderer who dumped him in that old chemical factory...

Zhu Xiao looked at the corpse lying on the side with some sympathy, and thought of a possibility: "Is it possible that this person has been living in another place, and his relatives thought he didn't return from a business trip?"

Lao Jia shook his head: "It's all advanced cancer, what's the business? How could such a critically ill patient come out and run around."

Zhu Xiao continued to deduce: "If his relatives regard him as a burden, what desire does he want to see? Who do he want to see... He came to Nancheng alone to seek medical treatment, or... Regional crime or cross-regional corpse?"

Fu Linjiang said, "It's possible. But in this case, you have to apply for a coordinated investigation from various places, and things will become a lot of trouble..."

"The murderer put the body there, indicating that he has a means of transport and is very familiar with the local area. Transporting across regions, for the murderer, the risk is increased... It is best to consider this possibility after completely eliminating various factors. ." After Song Wen finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Lu Siyu holding a pen in his hand, staring blankly at the corpse in front of him, in a daze.

"Lu Siyu?" Song Wen called him, "What do you think?"

Lu Siyu hummed, it seemed like he woke up, he was a little absent-minded. Yesterday he fell asleep very early, but woke up before five o'clock, and had stomach pains until dawn. Now the pain in his stomach is so bad that it makes it difficult for him to concentrate. It seems that since the last stomach bleeding, his stomach attacks have been more frequent than before. No matter how careful he is, it is useless. Now that the painkillers have been taken away, those other drugs have little effect.

Feeling Song Wen's gaze, he didn't want Song Wen to worry, he stretched his hand under the table, leaned forward slightly, put his entire hand on his abdomen under the table, took a breath, rationalized his thoughts and said, "Can you? Start with the illness?" He wanted to say a few more words, but his stomach was twitching, he hurriedly gritted his teeth, pressed a low moan into his throat, and lowered his head only to hope that Song Wen would not notice his abnormality.

"This is an idea." Lin Xiuran understood and agreed: "In this city, there are still a small number of people with cancer. We can investigate all patients with related diseases in the city, male, 25 years old, who have undergone cholecystectomy in the past few years. , there may be records."

Song Wendao: "Let's investigate first. Isn't the big database on the technical investigation side almost built recently?"

Speaking of the big database, Zhu Xiao, who interfaced with the technical investigator, immediately showed a look of disgust.

Today, the Internet is changing with each passing day, and a large police database has been established for a long time. Nancheng is in the forefront in these aspects. The entire database is extremely large, and there is a lot of input work. In a city with a population of several million, it needs to be done. Birth information, account information, death information, medical treatment, real estate, mobile phone, bank card, license plate number, and various ticketing information are all related, which is almost a difficult task to complete.

The biggest difficulty is that the input is full of errors, and the speed of information generation is much higher than the speed of import, so that the content of the large police database lags a lot.

However, disgust is disgust, and the record of such an operation a year ago should be able to be checked out. Zhu Xiao took the laptop, entered the Nancheng police database with his password, entered a few key information, and a symbol next to it began to rotate, indicating that the screening was in progress.

Everyone held their breath and waited for ten seconds. The screen flickered. Song Wen thought the result was coming, but saw a progress bar on the right, and the number on it jumped from 0% to 1%...

Zhu Xiao sighed, "Sometimes, I really want to change their program again."

Fu Linjiang smiled bitterly.

Lao Jia got up and said, "I'll go get my cup."

Song Wen calculated it, if it was calculated initially, it would take a few minutes, and said, "Everyone, let's take a rest first."