Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 72 Geographical Portraits
Zhao Lin frowned. The murderer committed five crimes in the same area. Is he confident or crazy?
"Is there anything different from before?"

Wu Zuo shook his head and said, "I still can't see it yet, I have to move the body back and examine it carefully."

But then added a sentence: "If I have to say that it is different from the previous few times, it is that there are more injuries on the corpse."

"Look... the murderer pinched and broke the blade of her left shoulder before killing the deceased, and also broke three ribs, among other wounds."

What a pervert...Zhao Lin took a breath and glanced up at the crowd present.

It is said that the murderer likes to return to the scene of the crime. Could he be in the crowd?

Zhao Lin lowered his eyes, let go of all his hearing, and carefully screened the breathing, talking and walking sounds of everyone present.

After a long time, he shook his head lightly.

If he had the sense of smell like a sable, he might be able to trace the murderer by the scent he left on the dead.

It's a pity that it's too late to absorb the spirit now.

Besides, the cost of doing so is too high. To handle a case and consume a precious grid of the spirit beast map, it is not worth the gain.

After surveying the scene, Zhao Lin asked Liang Song and He Qingquan: "What do you think should be done next?"

Both shook their heads.

He Qingquan said: "The murderer is a warrior, his xinxing ability is far stronger than ordinary people, and he is a habitual criminal..."

He sighed as he spoke, but he had no idea what was implied.

Zhao Lin thought for a while, then asked the three of them to ask the nearby residents for news, to see if they could find any clues, and went back to the Yamen with Wu.

"Capturer Zhao, the county lord is here to invite you."

Zhao Lin went to the torture room to ask for the file, and was going to check it carefully, but when he returned to the arresting room, an officer was waiting there and said.

He had no choice but to put away the file and follow the people to the Yamen Office to meet Liu County Magistrate.

"Captain Zhao, I heard about the case this morning. This case is of great importance. Please find out the real culprit immediately."

County magistrate Liu didn't go around the bush, and said straight to the point.

Zhao Lin quickly responded: "This subordinate understands that he must go all out, but..."

Magistrate Liu raised his eyebrows, "Just what?"

Zhao Lin said in a deep voice: "The murderer is so arrogant that he treats our county's defenses like nothing. The subordinates are worried that the murderer will hold back for three months and get out of hand."

"Are you worried that he will continue to commit crimes against the wind?"

"Exactly."

County Magistrate Liu pondered for a while, and said: "It is true that we have to defend. But don't worry, I have already told the guard to double the manpower to watch the night, so that the criminals will not take advantage of it."

"The county magistrate is thoughtful and thoughtful, and his subordinates admire him. However, judging from the injuries of the deceased, the murderer is at least in the bone training stage. He may be a master of Qi, and he will not be a match for ordinary patrols."

Having said that, Zhao Lin paused for a moment before saying: "This subordinate suggests sending a master of Qi to sit in charge."

County magistrate Liu looked up at him, "Who do you think is suitable?"

"Catcher Sun is a master of temperament, quick-witted, courageous, and brave. He is the best candidate."

Zhao Lin didn't change his expression.

I can't bear this matter alone, I have to bring Sun Zhang in, and let him stay for a few days before talking about it.

County Magistrate Liu agreed without even thinking about it: "Okay, I promise you. Sun Zhang patrols the night at night, and you will take over the position of the East City arrest chief during the day. I will pass on this matter later. What's the problem?"

"Not yet, this subordinate will investigate the case."

Zhao Lin left the government office and went back to continue looking through the files.

At noon, Wu Zuo came to the police room, "Captain Zhao, I found this on the clothes of the deceased."

Zhao Lin took a closer look and saw that Wu Zuo was holding three hairs that were more than an inch long in his hand.

One white hair, two gray hairs.

"It's an old pervert!"

Wu Zuo was taken aback, "What too?"

Zhao Lin changed his words: "I mean, the murderer is an old man."

"Correct!"

Wu Zuo nodded and said: "It is estimated that the age is between fifty and sixty."

"I didn't expect..."

Zhao Lin muttered to himself, and recalled that Huang Xiangqin's father had long hair, and the hair would not be so short, so it must have been left by the murderer.

"Very well, any other discoveries?"

Wu Zuo stepped forward and said in a low voice: "There are traces of invasion in the female part of the deceased, but she is still a virgin."

"A virgin?"

Zhao Lin was very surprised, but he soon felt relieved: the more perverted he is, the more incompetent he is.

In the afternoon, the three of Liang Song returned to the county government office, but they didn't find any useful information.

Zhao Lin felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy. If the case could not be solved, his career as a police officer might be over.

Even if it's not for himself, he still wants to catch the murderer. If this kind of person stays in the world, he doesn't know how many civilians he will harm.

……

Zhao Lin stayed in the police room until night, the files were almost torn, and he still had no clue.

"Go to bed early, tomorrow we will go to the place where the accident happened before."

Seeing Zhao Lin yawning in sleepiness, Liang Song tried to persuade him.

"Alright."

Zhao Lin put down the file, went to the yard to wash his face, and lay down on the bed with all his clothes on.

Just when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered a movie about the dismemberment case he had seen in his previous life.

"Have it!"

Zhao Lin sat up in shock.

Liang Song was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you go to bed first."

Zhao Lin calmed down slowly, trying to recall the relevant plot in his mind.

The movie tells the story of a serial murderer who kept killing and committing crimes, and was finally apprehended by the government.

The detectives in the movies use a method called "geographic profiling."

Zhao Lin also deliberately searched for relevant entries on the Internet and learned that this is a special investigative method for serial murders, rapes, arson, robbery and other cases.

The so-called geographical portrait is to list all the locations of the murderer on the map.

Analyze and study the spatial distribution and connection of these locations, find out the area where the murderer is located, and achieve the purpose of narrowing the scope of investigation.

This kind of detection method requires a strong professionalism. Zhao Lin is not an expert in this field, but he knows one of the simplest methods:

Find the two farthest incidents and make a straight line.

Draw a circle with this line as the diameter.

If the crime locations are all within this circle, then the murderer has a high probability of settling in this area.

Zhao Lin fell asleep, lit the oil lamp, took out the map, and marked the file on the map.

The county government's map was relatively rough, but the scale was relatively accurate. He found the two farthest crime spots and drew a circle.

Sure enough, the other three cases also fell in the circle.

"This circle is not small!" Zhao Lin whispered to himself.

He visually estimated that the diameter of the circle was more than three miles, covering two populated areas and a crowded market.

It is not easy to find the murderer in such a large area. Zhao Lin looked at the map for a long time, feeling at a loss.

Being bored, he picked up a charcoal pencil and connected the five points with a straight line.

This is an irregular five-pointed star with varying lengths on the sides and only a small blank space in the middle.

When Zhao Lin's eyes fell on an address in the blank area, his eyes suddenly froze.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

(End of this chapter)