Mu Sen subconsciously covered his mouth, then ignored the others and asked Mo Ziqian directly: "Have these things been circulated?"

Mo Ziqian shook his head slightly and said, "No.%〗 These photos were sent directly to the newspaper. Fortunately, the person who received the photos happened to be a good friend of me. My subordinate company had contact with their newspaper. After several contacts, he thought this person was pretty good. He notified me immediately and gave me his writing. If I didn't suppress this matter in time, then today's headlines must be this."

Musen bit his lower lip and asked again, "How long can this matter be suppressed?"

Mo Ziqian replied truthfully: "If it goes well, it will be a week. Because even if the reporter I know doesn't say it, other people will continue to spread it. There is no airtight wall. At that time, he was the only one who watched the newspaper. It's still uncertain. Once someone digs out the location of the incident, the next thing will be impossible to suppress."

"So... we still have a week." Musen looked at the photo in his hand and frowned even tighter. His uncomfortable expression was not because of the case, but because of the things in the photo.

The photo is a head. But if it is just a head, there should be nothing unacceptable to Musen. But the only special thing is... this head was fried.

Mu Sen shook the photo in his hand and turned to ask Mo Ziqian: "Why did that reporter give you this thing?"

Mo Ziqian smiled and sat on the sofa beside the bed and replied: "It was driven by interests. He originally felt that he had seized the big news and wanted to avoid the newspapers and do this business alone. Because he knew me, he wanted to ask me to help analyze the dismemberment from the photos. But as soon as I saw the piece of paper under the head, I directly deducted these things and gave him a closure fee to ensure that this matter would not turn into news."

Musen did not rush to look at the piece of paper Mo Ziqian said, but instead asked, "Are you so sure that he will shut up after taking the money?"

Mo Ziqian curled his lips coldly and arrogantly and said, "I'm sure. Because the money I gave him is ten times the benefits he gained from doing this news alone. As I said, I'll get money, get promotions, and raise salaries. If I violate the agreement, I will make him unable to find a similar job in China again. If it were you, what would you choose?"

Musen didn't say anything else, because if this was a game of l, it might be a huge thing for them, but for uninformed reporters, they would only regard these photos as an ordinary corpse dismemberment case. No matter how exaggerated it is, at best, a special perverted corpse dismemberment case. Therefore, if there are huge benefits in front of them, the reporter should not ruin money and future for a corpse dismemberment news.

Musen flipped through the photos and finally found the note that Mo Ziqian said. Unlike the previous high-profile show of his murderous aesthetic, there are only two simple words on the note: Start.

The paper, the printed layout, layout, and font made Musen see at a glance that this was from L. There was also no writing deadline, but this time, they themselves would break the case before the frying heads became the headlines in China. Chen Jun's previous incident had damaged the police's image. If such a perverted murder happened again soon, it would inevitably cause panic. The people's trust in the police will become lower and lower. Although Musen is not a police member, he will always stand on the "righteous" side.

Musen pointed to the head in the photo and asked Mo Zichang: "How is it? Can you have an autopsy when looking at the photo? Are there any clues that we normal people cannot see?"

Mo Ziqian gave Mu Sen a white look, and then slowly said: "The head in the photo, the hair has been burnt and condensed into a ball, the facial skin is yellow and solidified by heat and is extremely tightened. Some of the epidermis fall off, the ears are narrowed, and the cracks of the eyes are closed. This head should have been cut off and was cut off. The perpetrator is cruel and ruthless, without human conscience. He is either a professional killer or... a pure psychopath."

Mu Sen sat lazily on the bed, looking at Mo Ziqian with a smile and said, "Doctor Mo, you can do it. Now the autopsy doesn't require a body? You can tell if you look at the photos and tell me that the perpetrator is a lunatic? Then tell me, could this be done by himself?"

Mo Ziqian hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't think it's. The characteristic of l's corpse is to put more than a thousand corpse films neatly and meticulously. He has his own set of rules for doing things and will not be easily disrupted. Or in other words, he may be a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. He must be elegant when killing people, and should not do such a thing as beheading and throwing them into the oil pan, right? Just say that the deceased's hair is entangled in a group, I'm afraid he can't stand it. In L's eyes, this is probably a very low-level and beautiful killing behavior."

Mu Sen rubbed his eyes, then looked at Mo Ziqian calmly and said, "I have been in seclusion for two days, and my mind is getting less and less clear. But now you seem to understand more and more."

Mo Ziqian laughed, then stood up and said, "If you don't eat, the only remaining IQ will probably be consumed. Get up and wash your face quickly, I'll wait for you in the restaurant downstairs."

Mu Sen stretched and finally got out of bed. It was time to end his sluggish state for a few days. Looking back at the photos on the bed, Mu Sen smiled bitterly and thought to himself: How can normal people still eat when they look at these?

However, in order to make his brain turn quickly, Mu Sen still rushed to the downstairs after washing up. Mo Ziqian had already arranged the food and sat there as if he was waiting for him.

When Musen sat down and looked at the dishes on the table, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why are there so many fried things? Ziqian... it's not good for the health."

"Ah, yes. But it doesn't matter if it's once or twice occasionally. Try it, it's brown on the outside, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside." Mo Ziqian disagreed and picked up a piece of fried chicken in Musen's bowl.

Mu Sen swallowed, and unconsciously remembered the fried head just now. Maybe that thing was similar to what Mo Ziqian described just now... After shook his head, Mu Sen felt that he had lived with this forensic friend for a long time and began to become more abnormal.

While having a meal, Musen and Mo Ziqian studied the problem of the fried head case.

"Zi Qiong, you don't think it's done by L. So how did he take pictures of this thing? You can't discuss it with the murderer and take photos as a souvenir, right?" Mu Sen said vaguely while squeezing the rice into his mouth.

Mo Ziqian moved his chopsticks gracefully and analyzed in an orderly manner: "It's not that I want to mention that, but I want to remind you that L can go to the court to kill people freely, so what else can he not reach? Maybe it was the murderer who was discovered by L during the process of throwing the corpse. Or, L was secretly watching the murderer throwing the corpse behind him. After the murderer left, he took these photos."

Mu Sen was eating voraciously, regardless of whether he was disgusting or not. He has been really hungry these days. Although he was stolen, his mind was not idle. He said while eating: "Even if this is the case, the possibility of him committing a crime himself cannot be ruled out. The way he killed Chen Jun was to cut his throat, and it is normal to upgrade to beheading now. But the key to the problem is, just such a head, how should we check?"

Before Mo Ziqian could reply, Mu Sen said again: "Ziqian, go and contact the police force and ask them to send the news to find the nearest missing person nationwide."

"Nationwide? Musen, do you know how many missing people in China are every year? More than 10 million! The police are not omnipotent. If you ask for it, you will not be able to get results next year." Mo Zichang said this not-so-good fact without any hesitation.

But Musen set off chopsticks and said, "No, my purpose is not to really investigate the missing persons. Instead, I will let L know in this way. As for the golden head with a crispy outside and tender inside, you don't have to worry, I already know where his incident happened."

"Oh?" Mo Ziqian's eyes widened slightly. He didn't expect that Musen, who had been lying on Haisai, could find clues about the incident so quickly.

Musen put down the clean dishes and wiping his mouth and said, "The position of the head is placed on the tiled floor, which proves that at least one of the corpse dismantling sites or the removal sites is indoors. But in my opinion, the location of the corpse dismantling should be indoors. Because there is no outdoor attachment on the skull, and there is no way outside, cut it down and throw it directly into the oil pan as you said. Right? Next, there is a corner of a carton in the upper left corner of the photo. I looked at the sign and it was a fruit. But it was a fruit that only grows in City Y. It is difficult to buy boxes by box here."

Mozzen looked at Musen in surprise and began to recall the photos. Perhaps this is how people are. When something that shocks you on one picture appears, all your attention and insight will be placed on that thing, thus ignoring the others. What's more, that head occupies seven-tenths of the entire photo.

Looking at Mo Ziqian's slightly surprised look, Musen grinned and said, "Not only that, the owner of this head should not be a poor person. He may even be a relatively wealthy person."

"How do you know?" Mo Ziqian asked. Can the head without any characteristics, without any decorations, and frying unrecognizable, reveal information about the rich and the poor?

"Because, after being fryed, the more severe the face shrinks, the more oil, moisture and fat the head has. I can't say that the poor are not fat, but this should be a fat guy with big ears. Hehe, can you serve me a bowl of soup?" As he said that, Musen handed the bowl to Mo Ziqian.xh211

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