Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 846 Case

The handwriting was so neat that it was almost eerie, as if it was written with a ruler. The editor-in-chief's office was filled with a strong smell of cigarettes. Li Jianguo pushed a file in front of her, "There is a recent case of a missing girl from Jiangzhou University. The bureau hopes that we will follow up on the report." Lin Xia flipped through the file. The girl in the photo had a bright smile, but she left a blurry surveillance video before she disappeared: a figure wearing a black hood flashed by in the dark alley of the old city late at night. When visiting the missing girl's roommate, Lin Xia found a diary deep in his drawer. The record on July 7 made her heart beat faster: "I saw the secret. In the old house at the seventh alley, there was the sound of a nightingale..." The seventh alley was where the first victim of the "Nightingale Serial Murder Case" was killed. As night fell, Lin Xia walked into the old city alone. Damp moss spread on the stone road, and the smell of rot mixed with rain hit her face. When she counted to the seventh alley, a dilapidated three-story building appeared in front of her. The window glass was broken, and the black windows were like empty eyes. Just as she was about to approach, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning back, she saw a stray cat running into the darkness. The moment she pushed open the door, a musty smell rushed into her nose. The beam of the flashlight swept across the wall, and she suddenly found a nightingale pattern painted with red paint, exactly the same as the scene of the crime ten years ago. Lin Xia's phone vibrated at this time, and a text message from an unfamiliar number came: "Leave now, it's not too late." She clenched her phone and continued to walk to the second floor. The room on the second floor was full of miscellaneous items, and the iron cabinet in the corner caught her attention. The cabinet door was ajar, and dozens of glass bottles were neatly placed inside, each of which contained a nightingale specimen. Under the specimen, there was a notebook with different dates and locations recorded on it, and there were lines of dense handwriting: "The song of the nightingale is the purest music." Just then, there was a sound of heavy objects falling downstairs. Lin Xia held her breath and hid in the closet. The footsteps came from far away, and she saw a person wearing a black mask walking into the room through the gap in the closet. The man walked straight to the iron cabinet and reached for the notebook. Lin Xia's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from a colleague urging her to submit a manuscript. The masked man turned around suddenly, with a cold light in his eyes. Lin Xia ran out desperately, and the masked man chased her closely. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. She fell in the slippery alley, and her knees felt a piercing pain. At the critical moment, the lights of a police car cut through the darkness, and the masked man turned and disappeared in the rain. Chen Mo, the captain of the criminal police in charge of the case, was an old classmate of Lin Xia. Looking at her embarrassed appearance, Chen Mo was angry and worried: "Do you know how dangerous it is? This murderer is likely related to the case ten years ago." He took out a copy of the latest autopsy report. The neck of the missing girl also had a cut similar to the wings of a nightingale. Lin Xia decided to start with the case files of that year. In the police archives, she found that all the physical evidence about the "Nightingale Serial Murder Case" had disappeared, leaving only a sketch of the suspect - it was a young woman with empty and cold eyes. What's even more bizarre is that there is a line of small words on the back of the portrait: "She will always live in the song of the nightingale." As the investigation deepened, Lin Xia discovered that Shen Qing, a music professor at Jiangzhou University, had published a paper on the nightingale's call ten years ago, which described in detail how to create psychological cues by imitating the nightingale's call. When she came to Shen Qing's office, she was told that the professor had taken a long vacation. In the photo frame on the desk, the young Shen Qing was holding a nightingale specimen with a sweet smile. When the clue was interrupted again, Lin Xia received a second anonymous letter. This time, there was an old photo in the letter. The photo showed a group of students standing in front of the nightingale sculpture at Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music 15 years ago. Lin Xia recognized one of the girls - that was the suspect in the sketch. And standing next to her was Shen Qing. Lin Xia found her schoolmates and learned that the girl was named Su Wan and was a genius student at the Conservatory of Music. But after a performance, she suddenly disappeared and has never been heard from since. Alumni also revealed that Su Wan had an almost obsessive love for nightingales, and even believed that the singing of nightingales could purify the soul. Just as Lin Xia was preparing to investigate Su Wan's disappearance in depth, Chen Mo brought bad news: another girl was missing. This time, the murderer left a sheet of music at the scene. The notes marked on the score were pieced together to form the frequency of the nightingale's call. Lin Xia realized that the murderer was transmitting some kind of signal through the nightingale. She re-studied Shen Qing's thesis and found a hidden mystery in it - the nightingale's call of a specific frequency can affect the human nervous system and even cause hallucinations. And the murderer is likely to use this to control the victim. After several consecutive nights of analysis, Lin Xia finally deciphered the murderer's pattern of committing crimes. The date of each victim's disappearance was the peak period of nightingale courtship; and the geographical location of the crime scene was a pattern of nightingale wings. What's more terrifying is that she found that she was unknowingly involved in this carefully planned conspiracy - the handwriting of the anonymous letter was exactly the same as the annotations on Shen Qing's thesis. When tracking down Shen Qing's suburban villa, Lin Xia discovered the secret of the basement. There were recording equipment everywhere, and the walls were covered with photos of victims, each of which had a nightingale painted on it. Shen Qing sat in the middle, wearing headphones and a strange smile on her lips. "You're finally here." She took off her headphones, "Su Wan is my best friend and my source of inspiration. Back then, she committed suicide after being raped. Since then, I decided to let the nightingale's song avenge her." It turned out that Su Wan had met with an accident before she disappeared, and the murderer was at large. Shen Qing couldn't accept this fact and began to study the sound waves of the nightingale, trying to punish those "guilty people" in her own way. She screened the targets, used the nightingale's call to give them psychological hints, induced them to go to the preset location, and finally committed the crime. "Those girls are all innocent!" Lin Xia shouted angrily. Shen Qing shook her head: "In this dirty world, no one is truly innocent. They are just sacrifices to awaken the soul of the nightingale." As she spoke, she pressed a button, and the shrill cry of the nightingale sounded in the basement. Lin Xia felt dizzy and the scene in front of her began to distort. At the critical moment, Chen Mo broke in with the police. Shen Qing saw that the situation was not good, grabbed a dagger beside her and stabbed Lin Xia. Chen Mo was quick-witted and stood in front of Lin Xia, and a deep wound was cut on his arm. After a fight, Shen Qing was finally subdued. After the case was solved, Lin Xia found Su Wan's diary in Shen Qing's study.