S.C.I Mystery《S.C.I.谜案集》 Mi An Ji
The S.C.I Mystery vol 1, The Numbers Murderer 21: Zhao Jue
When Bao Zheng stopped, Zhan Yao and Bai Yu Tang were awed by the sight. Some of them couldn't believe that this was in S city and felt like they had been sent abroad.
It took nearly three hours for the car to take them to their destination, a desolate gully, a pure white building complex. The towering power grid and occasional patrolmen with guns, these were marking that this place is definitely not an ordinary place.
“What? How do you feel?” Bao Zheng looked at the two children who were obviously shocked.
“Feeling..." Bai Yu Tang raised eyebrows, “Like Guantanamo..."
"... What the hell is this?” Zhan Yao asked Bao Zheng.
Bao Zheng lit a cigarette: “Special irrational phenomena Research Center - Research Center for special irrational phenomena."
Bai Yu Tang smiled: “It's decent. Is it a medical institution or a military and political institution? Or prison."
Bao Zheng glanced at him and said, “There are some of the smartest lunatics in the country."
“The man you want us to meet is in here, too?" Zhan Yao asked.
“His name is Zhao Jue." Bao Zheng said faintly, put out the smoke, "Go in."
Bai Yu Tang asked Zhan Yao curiously, “You didn't know there is such a place! Are you not an “expert”? "
Zhan Yao quietly walked forward: “They wrote to me, hoping that I would participate."
"Oh?" Bai Yu Tang was surprised. “Then why didn't you go?"
Zhan Yao sneers: "Psychology studies people."
“Aren’t there humans here?"
... After a moment of silence, Zhan Yao said gloomily, “It's the material..."
Bao Zheng obviously came here frequently, and the staff in white coats in the research center said hello to him from time to time.
The three people walked all the way through the hall, which was a corridor with almost no end. The iron doors opened and closed one by one, as if they were watching monsters instead of human beings - white powdery walls, tile floors, cold, bright and gloomy, almost ghostly cold.
Finally, Bao Zheng stopped in front of a heavy iron door, pressed his finger against the fingerprint scanner, and the door opened with a click.
Pushing open the iron door, they can see a huge glass curtain wall in the center of the room. Behind the glass, there is a black metal railing - cell!
The furnishings in the railings are simple and clean. Surrounded by snow-white walls, sunlight is transmitted from the glassy window above the wall. With the reflective effect of glass, the whole room was speckled with light and shadow. Along the corner of the wall, a row of green plants were placed, among which there are occasionally a few white bone flowers, African Calla.
[1] African Calla
There is a red seat in the middle of the cell. There is a man sitting on the top of the chair. He has his back to the glass curtain wall, and he was attentively looking at the horseshoe lotus on the ground. He was drawing something carefully with a pen and paper in his hand. There are some papers scattered on the ground, on which there are pencil sketches of Calla so skillfully imitated as to be indistinguishable from the original flower.
The back of that man is thin and strange. He is wearing a simple white suit, black hair, a circle of metal on his neck, and a collar with complex structure is dazzling
“Sound muzzle?" Bai Yu Tang frowned. This kind of metal sound muzzle is specially worn by threatning prisoners. Its structure is complex. Once it is worn, it needs to be removed with a metal cutter. With that, no matter how loudly you shout, you can't make any sound
“Why do you to put that on him?" Zhan Yao looked at Bao Zheng with some annoyance. The person in the cell was cold and thin. Have you lived like this for 20 years...? It's cruel.
Bao Zheng was silent for a while and said, “He just killed those people with his voice. If he cannot speak then, he is not in danger at all.” Said Bao Zheng, opened a glass door on the glass curtain wall, took two people, walked into the interior observation room between the curtain wall and the cage.
Obviously, the glass curtain wall is not sound proof, and the sudden sound disturbed the man who was concentrating on painting. The man turned around and looked at the three people who came in.
He was a very white man with soft features and a touch of elegance. Maybe it's the lack of sunshine all the year round. His pale skin color made him look very young and totally different from the person in his 40s.
One by one, his eyes scanned the people who came in. There was no expression on his faces. They could not see what he was thinking. His eyes were even like a pool of stagnant water, without any disturbance.
Seeing Bao Zheng, he glanced at him, made no response.
Seeing Bai Yu Tang coming in later, he tilted his head slightly, as if thinking.
Finally, He saw Zhan Yao. As if he had found something new and interesting, he kept following Zhan Yao.
"Zhao Jue, I brought the children to see you." Bao Zheng said, “Yun Wen and Qi Tian's children."
Zhao Jue put down the pen and paper in his hand and came over. He went to the prison door and stared at Zhan Yao.
Zhan Yao also looked at him and felt very different. He felt that Zhao Jue's actions, especially his looked, are not like someone mentally sick, but like someone who is being mad, or losing his self-consciousness
At this time, Zhao Jue came to the door of the prison. He reached out his hand tremblingly, as if to touch Zhan Yao's face
"Pat!"
Just as Zhao Jue's hand was about to touch Zhan Yao's cheek, Bai Yu Tang raised his hand and slapped it.
With a “Ding" sound, a small sharp pencil knife fell to the ground, and a blood mark appeared on Zhao Jue's outstretched finger.
“Who said he was not in danger?" Bai Yu Tang sighed coldly at Zhao Jue and took Zhan Yao a step back.
Looking at his bloody hand, Zhao Jue looked up at Bai Yu Tang, he seemed to be a little angry.
Turning around, he went to the chair in the middle of the room and sat down, licking his wound carefully.
“Why did he shoot my big brother?" Bai Yu Tang asked Bao Zheng.
"..." Bao Zheng is a little silent. "Killing people."
“What do you mean?" Bai Yu Tang doesn't understand.
“The first one who found out that he was killer was your big brother!"
...... ! ......
"Just..." Bao Zheng added, “You big brother doesn't remember anything later."
Zhao Jue picked up the pen and paper again and started drawing.
“Let's go." Bao Zheng turned around and told them to leave.
Bai Yu Tang looked at Zhao Jue's every move and suddenly feels a little sick. He turned around and quickly follows him out.
Zhan Yao looked at the back. He's watching Zhao Jue's movements, the paintings, the pencil sharpeners. Just when he wanted to leave, he saw Zhao Jue turn around and smile at him, stretch out a finger, and make a “Shh" sign on his lips
When the three walked out of the observation room, Zhan Yao grabbed Bao Zheng and said, “I want to see Zhao Jue’s pathological report."
Bao Zheng nodded: “Yes, but the focus of your investigation is better to move away from Zhao Jue."
...
Bai Yu Tang and Zhan Yao were silent. In Zhao Jue’s current situation, it's impossible for him to go out and give hints or numbers to the dead. So, is this number case, is it a pure coincidence or a copycat crime?
Some clues that are not easy to reveal become confused and blurred again.
...
In the pathology research room, Zhan Yao carefully looked at Zhao Jue’s pathology report.
Bai Yu Tang looked down and contemplated.
Bao Zheng was smoking one cigarette by one in the corridor.
For a long time, Zhan Yao suddenly said, “Eh?" A sound.
“What did you find?" Bai Yu Tang immediately stepped forward.
Zhan Yao pointed to a string of names to show him: “This is the list of experts who confirmed that Zhao Jue had an uncontrolled mental disorder in that year."
The first name was "Xu Yan Qin"
"Xu Yan Qin?" Bai Yu Tang was surprised. “Isn’t that the Professor Xu?"
Zhan Yao nodded, “Without his expert's proof, Zhao Jue would have definitely be sentenced to death!"
“Cat!" There was a flash of excitement in Bai Yu Tang's eyes, “The case is connected!"
Zhan Yao is familiar with the look on Bai Yu Tang’s eyes, and he does it every time he has made the dots connect. Looking back at Bao Zheng outside the door, Zhan Yao pulled Bai Yu Tang to the front and whispered, “That Zhao Jue is not crazy! He's pretending. "
“How do you know?" Bai Yu Tang's eyes widened and his voice lowered.
“Those paintings!" Zhan Yao explained in a low voice, “His behavior is very similar. However, those scattered paintings were painted at different times. The bottom ones were painted first, and the top ones were painted later. The more up to the top, the messier the handwriting is."
Bai Yu Tang thought for a moment, “You mean, what was he planning was going well, and recently, he's getting impatient?"
"Or more and more excited." Said Zhan Yao, with his head bowed in contemplation.
“What's the matter? Cat, do you have any idea?” Bai Yu Tang asked, “You don't want the bureau to know about it?"
Zhan Yao hesitates: “I think Zhao Jue is quite dangerous. I'm afraid that he has plans for all this. In case of involving the Bureau..."
Bai Yu Tang patted him on the shoulder: “I think so too. Let's do it ourselves! What do you want to do next?"
After biting his lips, Zhan Yao seemed to make up his mind and said, “I think I want your brother to meet Zhao Jue."
"..." Bai Yu Tang was shocked. “You mean..."
“His behavior and expression are too minimal, I need more details to judge his intention."
Bai Yu Tang nodded: “And my brother is the best person to give him a sudden stimulation and make his plans go awry!"
Zhan Yao nodded, “Your brother doesn't seem to be averse to remembering the past, so I want to hypnotize him and make him remember."
Bai Yu Tang just wanted to say yes. Suddenly he slapped his thigh and shouted, “No!"
Originally, they were whispering to each other and Bai Yu Tang’s shout. His shout not only shocked Zhan Yao, but also frightened by Bao Zheng who almost swallowed his cigarette.
“What are you yelling at?!" Bao Zheng stormed in.
“Cat, what time is it now?" Bai Yu Tang asked Zhan Yao with a sad face
Zhan Yao looked at his watch: “Half past eight."
Bai Yu Tang hit his head against the wall: “Dead! I forgot my brother in S.C.I... "
Zhan Yao and Bao Zheng were silent at the same time. After a while, they raised their hands and patted Bai Yu Tang on the shoulder: "Prepare for a second beating..."
On the 17th floor of the police station, at the door of the S.C.I. office.
Bai Jin Tang sat on the trunk with a blue face, watching the team members rush to work underground. It's like when they were getting off work, but it just felt like they were running away.
“Son of a bxtch! I'll skin you later!” Bai Jin Tang sighed at the closed elevator door.
When the door of the forensic investigator room opened, Gong Sun came out with a suit of clothes, swung the car key to the elevator, glanced at Bai Jin Tang from the corner of his eyes, like he was a dead mouse
“Hello!" Bai Jin Tang suddenly called him, “Let me stay at your house tonight."
“What?" The shock on Gong Sun's face was visibly stunning.
Bai Jin Tang naturally pointed to his luggage: “Homeless!"
"Oh, why should I take you in?" Gong Sun stood at the door of the elevator with his arms in his arms and looked at him.
“Humanitarian reasons!" Bai Jin Tang answered the question perfectly.
“You can go to a hotel." Gong Sun pressed the “Down" key of the elevator.
“It costs money!" He straightened up and pick up the luggage to keep up.
“Why do you think I will take you in?" Gong Sun kept the elevator door open from him.
Bai Jin Tang pointed to his mouth, and then to Gong Sun's cheek: “It's a great relationship!"
Seeing the murderous aura gathering in Gong Sun's eyes, Bai Jin Tang added, “I have a bottle of 86 year old Bordeaux red in my box."
...
After thinking for a moment, Gong Sun let it go.
Bai Jin Tang happily entered the elevator without noticing that Gong Sun's other hand was in his pocket.
Touching the shiny scalpel, Gong Sun said in his heart, "Get to the place where no one is - destroy the body!"
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