At seven o'clock in the morning, on Nansha Island, the sky gradually became clearer, and the night was replaced by day. There was still a little rain in the sky, and the wind was much lighter.

There are traces of the storm swept through everywhere, and there are some messy broken branches, leaves, plastic bags, and various unknown sundries everywhere.

Yesterday's fire burned for three hours, most of the combustibles in the cake house were burnt out, and the fire was completely extinguished.

The raging wind and rain undoubtedly made things worse. Many things on the scene had been soaked by the rain, and many traces had also been damaged.

The police force on the small island here is insufficient. Often a few police officers are responsible for managing more than a dozen small islands, which are called island patrols. They travel between the islands only by boat. Those island policemen often need to ride in small boats to bump in the wind and waves, and sometimes they have to stand guard in the stormy waves.

Due to the distance and inconvenient traffic, the police often wait for the police to arrive. The crime has already ended. In the event of a strong wind, the flight is suspended, and it is too late to arrive at the scene. The traces will disappear, and useful information cannot be extracted, making it more difficult to solve the case.

The island is also a difficult point of supervision. People often use the island to carry out some illegal acts. There have been some cases of using the island to smuggle animals and drugs. The laughing gas sold in the cake house also took advantage of the loophole.

The previous explosion was sudden and strange. After discussing it, they decided to come and check the scene of the explosion.

Lu Siyu and Song Wen went straight to here as soon as they woke up. In order to investigate the scene, Lu Siyu also took his newly bought, expensive camera.

The two of them were still in this fire this morning. The flames burned here before, but now it is desolate and silent.

The light rain was still falling. The two of them were wearing raincoats. They stepped on the scorched soil through their shoes, and they could still feel some burning heat. When they stepped forward, there would be a creaking sound.

Until now, the signal of the mobile phone has not recovered.

As the day dawned, countless seabirds woke up and made various calls.

Lu Siyu held the camera with the telephoto lens removed, and from time to time he saw something, and took a picture. When he pressed the shutter with his finger, the camera made a crisp clicking sound.

He used to think that this cake house was not big, but now it seems to be not small. The area of ​​several hundred square meters has become ruins, leaving traces of overheating. Only the two of them are here to investigate.

Song Wen broke the silence while looking for clues and said: "I used to like to watch some movies about the island for a while, and I saw "Shutter Island" from "The Island". When I came to the homestay yesterday, I thought about it. Besides, this B&B looks very warm. Except for the couple, the travelers are quite reliable. I didn't expect that this night, such a thing happened. "

Lu Siyu put down the camera, Junxiu's face was expressionless: "I also like to read stories about Kojima." Then he recalled, "At that time, the most memorable ones were "No Survival" and "Battle Royale" And "The Beginning and End of the Kim Funan Murder Case"..."

Song Wen almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Okay, you are cruel enough, I want to live a few more years..."

Jokes aside, the environment of the island is relatively closed, the number of people is sparse, and some cities or convenient transportation on land are not available here.

Once an accident such as a fire occurs, rescue and medical care are too late. Even communication is easily limited, and many young people choose to leave here and devote themselves to the embrace of big cities. This is one of the reasons why there are fewer and fewer islanders.

Because of this, the island is far away from cities and pollution, and can retain the most primitive features.

The two first went to the core point of the explosion and burning, which was the storage room behind the cake house.

The fire has burned through the place, the small storage room has almost completely collapsed, and only some metal supports remain upright.

Lu Siyu looked at the corner, there were some unburned places and some fragments of the packaging box: "This should be the storage material, and also the place to store a lot of laughing gas."

Song Wen moved a fallen wooden beam, and the ash raised by the charred wooden beam smelled of scorch. Song Wen was choked and coughed twice: "Here, there is a corpse!" Then he squatted down again After careful observation, "The corpse doesn't look too big..."

Lu Siyu walked over to check. This was the first corpse they found. The corpse was black and charcoal because of the explosion and fire, and it was not complete, but some features could still be identified from the appearance of the corpse.

"It's because of the long-term high temperature carbonization, and the body length has shortened. The deceased is a woman, it should be Yan Min..." Lu Siyu looked at the body carefully, took a few photos, and then stretched out his gloved hand to check it briefly. I glanced at the corpse's nose and mouth. The corpse was burnt to black, and it was very hard to touch. It was very difficult to move and inspect it.

The deceased's mouth was burnt to the point of being deformed, and it was difficult to see the inside of the throat without an autopsy. He concluded: "The initial judgment should be that the explosion caused death, and then the body was burned, and an autopsy will be required..."

After Lu Siyu finished speaking, he looked at the hands of the deceased. It was like a fist fight. This was because when the whole body was charred, the muscles contracted and flexed due to the high temperature. It looked like a defensive posture in a boxer match. One of the characteristics of high temperature burning, but it does not help to judge whether it was burned during life or after death.

Song Wen had seen people burnt to death before, but none of them had burned so badly. It was a little hard to imagine that the lady boss from yesterday had shrunk into such a small mass.

Then Song Wen began to look around again. This storage room was located behind the entire cake house. It was an independent building, at least five meters away from the residential area.

He said with some doubts: "Yesterday, there was a typhoon, and the power went out very early. She didn't sleep in the house at night. What did she come here for?"

Lu Siyu looked around and said, "Maybe to see if the storage room has water..." Then he added an explanation, "Many bread-making materials are afraid of water. Maybe there are other possibilities, such as her It was a voice or a person that led me here."

In the ruins can be vaguely identified, some bags containing coffee powder, powdered sugar, flour and other materials, as well as packaging containing laughing gas and balloons. However, everything inside has been destroyed by fire and explosion.

Song Wen looked down at the corpse and said, "Her corpse is in this position. I suspect that the fire was not accidentally lit, but because of what she did, causing the explosion..."

If the fire was caused by the short circuit of the wires, then the victims should all be sleeping in bed. The explosion happened suddenly and was very violent. Even if they ran from the house to check, it was too late.

Lu Siyu hummed, he took a few photos, looked around, and finally settled on a few pieces of plastic in the ruins.

The place was cluttered, but the pieces of plastic caught his attention.

The plastic has been burned to the point of being deformed by the high temperature, almost melted, and turned into some weird round cakes. He was not sure what this thing was before it was burned by the high temperature. If it was a plastic pot, it would not feel so small.

Song Wen leaned over to take a look: "This color seems to remind me of something..."

Lu Siyu asked, "What is it?"

Song Wen thought about how to express it: "It's like the kind of bucket that children use when playing with sand." Then he observed again, "It may also be an abrasive tool for making cakes."

Lu Siyu's heart moved when he heard his words, he picked up a larger piece of plastic, reached out and brushed away the black charcoal on the surface, touched the leftover burning inside, took it under his nose and smelled it, and gently frowned.

Seeing that his expression changed, Song Wen lowered his head and asked him, "What is it?"

Lu Siyu didn't answer, and probed down with his fingers again. Under the dark color, some white powder appeared on the edge of the bottom of the barrel.

Song Wen's brows also wrinkled: "Isn't this?"

Does this cake shop sell other contraband in addition to laughing gas?

Lu Siyu dipped some more with his fingers this time and sniffed: "He shook his head, it's not the thing you think, it may be flour."

Song Wen also dipped some of it with his hands and touched it. The texture was indeed flour. He wondered, "Then why isn't this flour stored in a flour bag, but in these small buckets? Is it for making cakes? ?"

Lu Siyu was also a little puzzled, and said, "Maybe it has some special purpose?"

The storage room is located at the back of the entire cake shop. After the two people checked this place, they came to the front again. The front is obviously the residential area. This part of the overheated area is not as big as it seemed last night. The top surface was not completely destroyed. In order to protect the scene, Lu Siyu took out the shoe cover and handed it to Song Wen.

Lu Siyu and Song Wen entered the adjacent room. There was a double bed in it, and there was a small bathroom on the side of the room. At this time, there was a corpse lying on the ground. It was obviously not as badly burned as the storage room. Although the deceased was beyond recognition, it could be seen from the remaining hair and the clothes on his body that the deceased should be the baker Yang Ling they had met before.

After the explosion, the fire quickly spread to this place. His body was without shoes, crawling on the ground, with only a few traces of struggle.

Lu Siyu took several photos back and forth, then squatted down and looked at the body: "The hair of the deceased is curled because of the fire."

Then he looked at the deceased's eyes, "There are goose claw marks on the outer corners of the eyes caused by closed eyes, and there is no smoke on the cornea. It must have been a fire during his lifetime. He was in the fire area of ​​​​the fire, and the fire and poisonous gas quickly caused him dead."

Song Wen went into the room and looked at it carefully, and concluded: "There are two pillows on the bed, this one is the master bedroom, there are women's clothes in the closet, and the staff dormitory next door was almost evacuated, probably the original boss died. After that, Yang Ling and Yan Min lived together."

There are still some things in this room that have not been burned, he pointed to a few silver bullets that had been opened on the ground and said: "It seems that they are also sucking laughing gas..."

Lu Siyu hummed and photographed all the traces.

Seeing this, Song Wen summed up: "It's not like a short circuit or an ordinary accident, I'm getting more and more curious now, how exactly did this explosion happen? Sleeping in a daze and unconscious, get up and set the house on your own, right?"

Lu Siyu took pictures with the camera as they walked. They passed a small storage room like a cabinet. Song Wen opened the door and took a look. They were all mops, brooms, tool boxes and the like.

Song Wen was about to close the door when Lu Siyu called out, "Wait."

Then Lu Siyu took a few photos of a saw inside.

Song Wen was a little puzzled: "What is this thing?"

Lu Siyu raised his head and said, "Do you remember the bone we picked up by the sea?"

Song Wen nodded.

Lu Siyu explained: "I once did a subject experiment when I was in school. The teacher took us to saw the bones of the corpse with various saws, and summed up what traces would be left. The bone saw on the seaside bone should be It's this kind of saw that's left behind..."

That is to say, if the disappearance of the girl has something to do with this cake shop, the saw in front of her is likely to be the murder weapon for the dismemberment.

Song Wendao: "Then I'll make a note, and when the police here come, let them test whether there are bloodstains and fingerprints on it."

The saw has obviously been cleaned repeatedly, but it is difficult to completely remove the marks on the saw. As long as it is inspected, it can be confirmed whether this cake shop has anything to do with the missing girl.

Next to the toolbox, and further out, there is a small room. At this time, the door is half open, and some pink decorations can be seen in the unburned area. It seems that this is the children's room where the girl sleeps. Close to the kitchen and front room. Because of this, the little girl survived.

On the bed at this time, the sheets and bedding were messy, there were some burning marks, some black debris and some ashes fell on it, but Lu Siyu let out a small murmur, picked up the camera and took a few pictures.

Song Wen asked, "Is there a problem?"

Lu Siyu nodded: "This bed is a bit tidy, it doesn't look like someone got up in a hurry in the middle of the night after sleeping."

Song Wen also understood. When he was awakened from a deep sleep, his first reaction was to pick up the quilt and get out of bed. At this time, although the quilt was a bit messy, the corners of the quilt were flat on the bed. Be careful.

Song Wendao: "It's also possible that she had a longer reaction time, so she covered the quilt."

Lu Siyu took the photo, looked at the ground, and asked Song Wen, "Did she wear shoes when you rescued her yesterday?"

Song Wen recalled the details and said, "I was wearing it."

Lu Siyu said: "It seems that the time is sufficient, and misjudgment cannot be ruled out. After all, these traces can only play a role in supporting reasoning."

If there is enough time to wear shoes, the traces of the quilt will not have enough reference value.

The roof here is still relatively intact, the wet area in the house is limited, and there are no footprints and effective traces on the ground.

Lu Siyu walked to the desk in the house again. There were some elementary school textbooks and extracurricular books on the desk. Because of the explosion and the typhoon, it had been messed up everywhere.

Song Wen also walked over and flipped it a few times, and two paintings fell out. Because of yesterday's fire, these two paintings have been burnt and burnt.

These two paintings seem to be connected to the paintings in the outer hall, but the content of the paintings is not so beautiful.

There are many people in the first picture, each with closed eyes and mouth against the balloon, with a man laughing beside him.

The next painting has been burned to a corner. It is covered with red paint, and it looks like blood and fire. Next to it is a man in death clothes with a long sickle in his hand.

"These paintings..." Song Wen always felt that paintings could reflect the artist's own state of mind, he pointed, and Lu Siyu took these two pictures as well.

The two walked out of the children's room. Not far away was the back kitchen. Song Wen pointed to one of the tables and said, "I found that girl here last night."

After walking a little further, it was the place where Song Wen broke in yesterday.

Except for a few rooms at the back, the fire in the front was relatively light.

The main body of the cake house has been preserved relatively intact, the colorful lights fell to the ground, and several sofas were burned to the point where the original color could not be distinguished.

After checking the whole scene, Lu Siyu walked back down the corridor again.

Most of this corridor collapsed. The main beam that fell to the ground yesterday was burnt to black coal, and the ground was very messy.

Lu Siyu walked all the way back to the storage room, which should be the core crime scene.

He looked around, quieting himself.

The sound of the rain was inaudible, and the sound of the waves gradually became clearer.

The early morning sun shone down on his delicate face, and raindrops fell on his hand holding the camera, making him feel a little cool.

Yesterday they were in such a fire, and now still have lingering fears in retrospect.

The fire devoured two fresh lives. Although those two were not good people, such deaths still made people sigh.

There were ruins all around him. He was burned by the fire until only black charcoal remained. He could smell the smell of scorch in his nose. Lu Siyu's eyes swept through the ruins, not missing any clues.

If all this is man-made, then who caused it? Is the murderer dead or alive? What kind of state of mind did that person have to allow such a tragedy to happen?

Song Wen found some traces in front, came over to call Lu Siyu, looked up and saw him alone, wearing a raincoat standing among the ruins and light rain.

Lu Siyu stood tall and was wearing a green raincoat. He raised his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking. He looks slender and solitary, like an elf in the mountains. Those burnt black flakes and dust scattered around him, like black butterflies from hell.

Song Wen shouted, "Si Yu. Come here and have a look!"

Lu Siyu walked quickly through the ruins to Song Wen's side, passing by a mess, Song Wen stretched out his hand and pulled him.

The two went to a place where there was less overcrowding in front of them. Lu Siyu followed Song Wen's line of sight and looked at the traces left on the ground in front of him. They were some white light marks, and it was difficult to find them if you didn't look carefully.

After a moment of silence, Lu Siyu said, "I think it should be certain now that this was a well-planned murder..."