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Jiang He glanced at the note still lying on the table and picked it up. "It's obvious that there are no fingerprints on this note. The edges have fine fibers, suggesting it was cut from a larger sheet of paper. The murderer likely used a ruler or something similar to hold the paper in place before tearing it off."
"I am sixty percent sure that this note was cut from an A4 sheet. Most printing paper is A4, and the text on the note is in bold font, size four, which is a common setting. Moreover, this note is small, making it easy to discard and hard to notice."
Old Shao placed his tea cup on the table and said, "That's true. On the way here, Guan Deng had already retrieved the surveillance footage from outside the police station. People were coming and going, and we don't know when that note fell to the ground. When a police officer was about to pick it up and throw it in the trash, he inadvertently saw the writing on it."
"Actually, that's quite random," Jiang He remarked. "There's a high chance that this note wouldn't have been seen at all. And considering Deng Xiangyu's bizarre death, if it was the same person responsible, the meticulousness of the murderer doesn't match between the two incidents."
"By the way," Xu Yiman clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling. "When Deng Xiangyu died, wasn't there also a note left behind? That note is still at the City Bureau; I'll go get it now."
With that, Xu Yiman pushed open the door and left the meeting room.
Moments later, two notes were placed in front of the three of them.
"These were definitely not written by the same person," Old Shao and Jiang He said in unison.
"What’s your take?" Old Shao looked at Jiang He.
As Jiang He examined both notes, he spoke up. "The texture of the two sheets is different; one is A4 paper while the other is clearly letterhead."
"Letterhead?" At this point, Jiang He suddenly murmured to himself.
"Is there a problem with letterhead?" Xu Yiman asked.
Jiang He picked up the letterhead and held it up to the sunlight. Compared to A4 paper, this letterhead was slightly thinner and had vertical formatting typical of old-fashioned stationery. The sunlight filtered through it, casting a hazy glow on Jiang He's face.
"Also, this newly discovered note is printed while the writing on the letterhead is done with a fountain pen."
Jiang He slapped the letterhead down on the table. "Because such letterhead is uncommon, combined with the circumstances at the crime scene, I believe we will soon identify who discarded this body."
Old Shao took a sip of tea, playing with the teacup in his hand. Seeing that Jiang He had finished speaking, he continued, "That's right. Although I haven't been to the scene, we can glean a lot from this note alone."
"For instance, this person must be educated." Old Shao set the teacup aside and said, "Nowadays, very few people use such formal stationery, especially since this writing isn't done with a ballpoint pen but with a fountain pen. The handwriting appears somewhat immature, yet it's still better than that of most people. Clearly, this individual has practiced calligraphy for some time."
"Lastly, looking at the words on the note, the phrasing is close to classical Chinese, though one or two terms don't conform to traditional standards. This indicates that the person has an interest in ancient literature and has read quite a bit, but hasn't conducted an in-depth study."
"So we need to find a male, likely between thirty and forty years old, with a respectable job and a decent family background, who has his own study. This person enjoys solitude and avoids crowds; he is introverted. His education level should be at least a bachelor's degree."
Having said all this in one breath, Old Shao reached for the teacup again and took another sip.
Jiang He had never considered the problem from this angle. However, this was typical of him; he always focused on concrete evidence rather than delving into seemingly metaphysical analyses.
But Old Shao specialized in psychology and believed that any trace left by subjective actions could reveal deeper reasons behind them.
Old Shao continued, "So let's notify the detective in charge of this case to narrow down the search for someone who fits this personality."
Xu Yiman nodded as she sent a text to Captain Liu. She then asked curiously, "By the way, where's Guan Deng? What is he up to?"
"I assigned him a special task."
"A special task?" Xu Yiman pouted. "Sounds so mysterious."
"Speak of the devil." Old Shao pulled out his phone. "Guan Deng just informed me that he has made some progress in his investigation."
"Let's go meet up with Guan Deng." Old Shao finished his tea in one gulp.
When the three found Guan Deng, he was still at his computer. His fingers danced across the keyboard like a pianist's, rapidly leaping over the keys. The mechanical keyboard produced a crisp sound that was rhythmic and quite pleasant to hear.
"How's it going?" Old Shao asked. Guan Deng subconsciously glanced back, wanting to speak, but saw three people staring at him. The words Guan Deng had obviously reached his mouth, but they didn't come out. His face turned red and he looked very embarrassed. Finally, he turned his head away, not daring to look at everyone, and typed what he thought on the computer screen. “Old Shao, you asked me to investigate Deng Xiangyu’s information, and I’ve almost done it. Deng Xiangyu’s parents work in the countryside, and Deng Xiangyu usually stays with relatives in Dragon City . To be precise, it’s the home of Deng Xiangyu’s Aunt. Judging from the log that Deng Xiangyu posted in the QQ space, which is only visible to him, Deng Xiangyu’s Aunt is not good to him. ” “ Deng Xiangyu's Aunt works in the city, Aunt's Husband drives a big car, and is usually away from home. Her family's conditions are average, and she has a daughter who is in the second grade of junior high school. According to Deng Xiangyu's diary in the QQ space. According to record analysis, Deng Xiangyu's Aunt has never beaten or scolded Deng Xiangyu, but she often speaks ill of her parents in front of Deng Xiangyu, and often says things like 'you' when educating her daughter If you don’t study hard, you will be like your aunt and uncle, farming all your life.” Don’t want to cause trouble to his parents, but he always lives with these insults. He expressed his desire to escape and leave this world many times in his diary.” Xu Yiman sighed and said: “People are here. Under the roof, I have no ability to escape, so I can only continue to bear such pressure." Guan Deng is still typing, and he is typing very fast: "He is very depressed, but he and his sister are in the same school. , he couldn't find anyone to express his sorrow to, he didn't dare to speak ill of himself and his sister, he was eating other people's food and living in other people's homes, so there was no reason for others to be bad, but he, Aunt, seemed unintentional. The words turned into heart-wrenching remarks in front of him. He knew that his parents were useless, and he felt that he was also a useless person. "He couldn't find a place to vent, so he had to indulge in the Internet. Soon, Deng Xiangyu's grades plummeted, from the Fast Class when he first entered school, to the slow class. No one knew what happened to him, and no one knew his inner distress. I tried talking to his parents, but his parents never cared about this and couldn't care about him at all." "Deng Xiangyu finally broke the pot. From one day in the second grade of junior high, Deng Xiangyu disappeared. The habit of writing a diary. From then on, most of the articles and videos forwarded in his QQ space were decadent, decadent, and even sexual articles. And starting from the second half of the second semester of junior high school, he came into contact with s~. "Sex~torture?" "Jiang He asked. Guan Deng continued typing: "Yes, judging from his QQ, he has added a lot of people in this circle, and he discovered his own attributes. " Old Shao sighed and said: "The long-term lack of security and sense of existence makes him very eager to find a strong sister or mother to control his life. His heart is sensitive and fragile. In extreme cases, he can do anything to please others and satisfy his own distorted and humble sense of existence. " "He is really in need of love. "Xu Yiman said: "And he is only about sixteen years old this year. "
“Emotional buildup like this is generally formed before the age of six,” Elder Shao said. “According to Freud's theory, childhood has a tremendous impact on a person; the roots of all psychological issues can be traced back to childhood. This means that perhaps from birth, his parents didn’t take good care of him, all for the sake of making a living.”
Jiang He asked Guan Deng, “So you mean he has some very strange habits?”
Guan Deng typed on the screen: “He has contacted several Queens online and has had a few experiences of being trained. He has always lied about being over eighteen, and just the night before his death, he had arranged a training session with a Queen.”
“They agreed to meet at a hotel for the training. I checked that hotel online, and it actually doesn’t have a business license; it’s an illegal establishment.”
“Who suggested doing the training there?” Old Shao asked.
“The woman,” Guan Deng replied.
“Have you found any information about her?” Old Shao inquired again.
Guan Deng shook his head and said, “The woman’s QQ account was probably bought randomly, leaving no trace of her true identity. However, I hacked into her account and found out she had arranged to go to that hotel again tonight.”
“Good,” Old Shao said. “Prepare to capture this Queen; she might know something.”
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