Chapter 207
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It's snowy and windy in the north in December. Every few days, there will be a heavy snow. Looking around, the sky and the earth are white. The thick ice and snow layer upon layer may not melt in the new year.
In December, however, the temperature in Nancheng just dropped below zero. The grass and many trees were still green, but they turned dark green.
Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold."
There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her
There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl.
Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently.
There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.
Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body.
He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied.
Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes.
The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light.
Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep."
"Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth.
Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead
But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter.
Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold.
Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold.
Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?" Xs63 color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. The tattoo may take a long time from design to final completion. "
Song Wen asked, "what?"
Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility."
Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold."
There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her
There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl.
Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently.
There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body.
He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied.
Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes.
The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light.
Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep."
"Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth.
Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead
But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter.
Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold.
Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold.
Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" The color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time from the design to the final completion of the tattoo. "
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. "
Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea."
Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?"
With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take.
After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo.
In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.
There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl?
This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim.
Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops."
It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly.
Everything goes back to the origin.
Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance."
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
"Some tattooists and the master of the tattoo shop all say that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. "
Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea."
Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?"
With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.
The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take.
After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo.
In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl?
This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim.
Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops."
It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly.
Everything goes back to the origin.
Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance."
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through some tattoo artists, the master of the tattoo shop said that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is. "
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
Fu Linjiang said in a sideline: "we have checked the latest missing report and missing person files, and we have not found anything in line with them. Then he took the photos to ask some tattoo artists. The tattoo shop Masters said that the tattoo was very good, but they couldn't see whose craft it was. "
At this time, Song Wen took those photos and looked at them carefully, but he was at a loss.
Lu Siyu came over, picked up the glass bottle and looked at it. There was a small piece of human skin inside. It can be seen that Lin xiuran cut it very skillfully, which not only retained the whole picture of the butterfly, but also did not cause great damage.
Lin xiuran cut off the skin near the tattoo and soaked it in antiseptic for convenience.
The spots, the rot, didn't affect this little tattoo.
The tattoo is about the size of a palm. It's a blue butterfly. The butterfly comes out of its cocoon and spreads its wings.
There are no birthmarks, scars or surgical marks all over her body. Her only distinctive feature is a tattoo on her leg.
After the fingerprint DNA entry, no results were found.
The time of her death was about ten days ago. She was about 165 in height and weighed about 100 Jin. She was 25 years old. She had long hair, white skin and little hair. It can be seen that she was a beautiful young girl. Lu Siyu, who solved the case, shook his head and said, "forget it.".
The doctor said that in addition to good care, there is no solution, but can prescribe some Chinese medicine, but those drugs are comforting, if the stomach is not good, it is best not to eat often, and finally suggested that they can try acupuncture, massage and physical therapy.Song Wen heard that the more he said, the more frightening he was. He asked the doctor how to treat him.
Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) looks at the tongue by its pulse. It is said that it is caused by cold constitution and body deficiency. After detailed inquiry of Lu Siyu's physical condition, comprehensive analysis shows that he almost died when he was a child, injured his vital energy, and later became ill several times. Before, he had massive bleeding, which led to lack of blood gas. In addition, he fell into the water once again, and those cold Qi entered the viscera and went deep into the bone marrow
Song Wen looks very distressed at Lu Siyu's blood, but he still doesn't know how to make it up.
Lu Siyu seems to have expected this result for a long time, and he is very calm about it.
Western medicine took his temperature, only in his early thirty-six degrees. Without saying a word, he had a general examination. He took several tubes of blood, ECG, CT and B-ultrasound for a circle. The final result is that the heart and lung are normal, a little hypoglycemia, in addition to stomach disease did not find other serious diseases, probably born like this, pay attention to rest, pay attention to keep warm.
The next morning, Song Wen asked for half a day's leave and took Lu Siyu to the hospital. Both Chinese and Western medicine were experts.
After returning home, Song Wen washed his feet and rubbed his legs with warm water. It took him more than an hour to regain consciousness.
Song Wen asks Lu Siyu to wait in the car, but he refuses to do anything special. One day, he almost faints in the cold.
Song Wen took Si Yu to the scene. The criminal police find snow melting device, melt the snow one by one, looking for broken bones in the snow. It took a day to find almost all the bodies.
In recent days, it snowed to cool down, but there was a thorny case. The bones of a victim were crushed by the suspect with a machine and left in the wilderness. The snow was buried in the snow. In order to avoid further damage to the bones and the loss of the corpses, we must find all the victims as soon as possible.
But even if the number of times is not much, there is still a need to go out of the scene.
Fortunately, most of Lu Siyu's work now is civilian work, and he only needs to follow Song Wen. After Song Wen was promoted to the team leader, he doesn't have to go to the scene except for major and urgent cases. The frequency of cases is only two or three times a month.
His body seems to have lost its own function of heating. Whether it's sports or food, it can't provide enough heat, and how much clothes he wears is not very useful.
So every night, Song Wen was so hot that he wanted to wear short sleeves, but Lu Siyu was so cold that he wore a down jacket and shrunk into a ball.
Warm baby, warm hand treasure, oven, warm water bag, jujube tea, ginger sugar water, as long as it can be used for heating, Lu Si language is all used. But it's just a drop in the bucket. If it wasn't for the fact that the electric blanket was too uncomfortable to drive all night, he might have used it.
Song Wen, who was distressed, rushed to pour him a cup of boiled water.
Lu Siyu looked up at him, blinked and apologized.
The weather began to cool these two days. Song Wen passed by Lu Siyu's desk and took his hand to feel it. It was still cold.
It's also so hard to work in the daytime. The central air conditioning of the Municipal Bureau is aging, and the air is cold in winter. Song Wen put a heater in their small office, which made Lu Siyu feel better.
The air conditioner in the house is turned on to the maximum, plus a few heaters and heating skirting line, the room becomes extremely dry, but it still makes him feel cold.
Every winter, Lu Si feels that it is the most difficult time of the year.
He is heat-resistant and doesn't sweat often when it's very hot, but he is strangely afraid of cold.
The reason is that it is warm in summer and cold in winter.
In all seasons of the year, Lu Siyu likes summer best and hates winter most.
There is heating in the north, and the cooling in the south is everywhere. With the moisture, it is engraved in the bones.
In this contrast, it seems that the South will be warmer than the north, but it turns out that it is not.
Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it snows. It all depends on the mood of heaven.
There is frost on the street occasionally. As soon as the sun comes out, it will soon turn into water.
Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility."
Song Wen asked, "what?"
Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?"
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It's snowy and windy in the north in December. Every few days, there will be a heavy snow. Looking around, the sky and the earth are white. The thick ice and snow layer upon layer may not melt in the new year.
In December, however, the temperature in Nancheng just dropped below zero. The grass and many trees were still green, but they turned dark green.
Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold."
There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her
There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl.
Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently.
There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.
Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body.
He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied.
Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes.
The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light.
Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep."
"Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth.
Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead
But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter.
Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold.
Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold.
Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?" Xs63 color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. The tattoo may take a long time from design to final completion. "
Song Wen asked, "what?"
Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility."
Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold."
There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her
There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl.
Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently.
There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body.
He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied.
Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes.
The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light.
Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep."
"Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth.
Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead
But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter.
Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold.
Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold.
Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" The color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time from the design to the final completion of the tattoo. "
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. "
Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea."
Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?"
With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take.
After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo.
In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.
There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl?
This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim.
Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops."
It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly.
Everything goes back to the origin.
Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance."
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
"Some tattooists and the master of the tattoo shop all say that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is."
Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?"
Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed.
In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed.
The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment.
Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure."
Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?"
Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... "
Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite.
He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. "
Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea."
Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?"
With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.
The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take.
After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo.
In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl?
This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim.
Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops."
It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly.
Everything goes back to the origin.
Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance."
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through some tattoo artists, the master of the tattoo shop said that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is. "
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues."
Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? "
If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman.
Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo."
But who is the owner of the butterfly?
In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world.
Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one."
Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original.
Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?"
Fu Linjiang said in a sideline: "we have checked the latest missing report and missing person files, and we have not found anything in line with them. Then he took the photos to ask some tattoo artists. The tattoo shop Masters said that the tattoo was very good, but they couldn't see whose craft it was. "
At this time, Song Wen took those photos and looked at them carefully, but he was at a loss.
Lu Siyu came over, picked up the glass bottle and looked at it. There was a small piece of human skin inside. It can be seen that Lin xiuran cut it very skillfully, which not only retained the whole picture of the butterfly, but also did not cause great damage.
Lin xiuran cut off the skin near the tattoo and soaked it in antiseptic for convenience.
The spots, the rot, didn't affect this little tattoo.
The tattoo is about the size of a palm. It's a blue butterfly. The butterfly comes out of its cocoon and spreads its wings.
There are no birthmarks, scars or surgical marks all over her body. Her only distinctive feature is a tattoo on her leg.
After the fingerprint DNA entry, no results were found.
The time of her death was about ten days ago. She was about 165 in height and weighed about 100 Jin. She was 25 years old. She had long hair, white skin and little hair. It can be seen that she was a beautiful young girl. Lu Siyu, who solved the case, shook his head and said, "forget it.".
The doctor said that in addition to good care, there is no solution, but can prescribe some Chinese medicine, but those drugs are comforting, if the stomach is not good, it is best not to eat often, and finally suggested that they can try acupuncture, massage and physical therapy.Song Wen heard that the more he said, the more frightening he was. He asked the doctor how to treat him.
Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) looks at the tongue by its pulse. It is said that it is caused by cold constitution and body deficiency. After detailed inquiry of Lu Siyu's physical condition, comprehensive analysis shows that he almost died when he was a child, injured his vital energy, and later became ill several times. Before, he had massive bleeding, which led to lack of blood gas. In addition, he fell into the water once again, and those cold Qi entered the viscera and went deep into the bone marrow
Song Wen looks very distressed at Lu Siyu's blood, but he still doesn't know how to make it up.
Lu Siyu seems to have expected this result for a long time, and he is very calm about it.
Western medicine took his temperature, only in his early thirty-six degrees. Without saying a word, he had a general examination. He took several tubes of blood, ECG, CT and B-ultrasound for a circle. The final result is that the heart and lung are normal, a little hypoglycemia, in addition to stomach disease did not find other serious diseases, probably born like this, pay attention to rest, pay attention to keep warm.
The next morning, Song Wen asked for half a day's leave and took Lu Siyu to the hospital. Both Chinese and Western medicine were experts.
After returning home, Song Wen washed his feet and rubbed his legs with warm water. It took him more than an hour to regain consciousness.
Song Wen asks Lu Siyu to wait in the car, but he refuses to do anything special. One day, he almost faints in the cold.
Song Wen took Si Yu to the scene. The criminal police find snow melting device, melt the snow one by one, looking for broken bones in the snow. It took a day to find almost all the bodies.
In recent days, it snowed to cool down, but there was a thorny case. The bones of a victim were crushed by the suspect with a machine and left in the wilderness. The snow was buried in the snow. In order to avoid further damage to the bones and the loss of the corpses, we must find all the victims as soon as possible.
But even if the number of times is not much, there is still a need to go out of the scene.
Fortunately, most of Lu Siyu's work now is civilian work, and he only needs to follow Song Wen. After Song Wen was promoted to the team leader, he doesn't have to go to the scene except for major and urgent cases. The frequency of cases is only two or three times a month.
His body seems to have lost its own function of heating. Whether it's sports or food, it can't provide enough heat, and how much clothes he wears is not very useful.
So every night, Song Wen was so hot that he wanted to wear short sleeves, but Lu Siyu was so cold that he wore a down jacket and shrunk into a ball.
Warm baby, warm hand treasure, oven, warm water bag, jujube tea, ginger sugar water, as long as it can be used for heating, Lu Si language is all used. But it's just a drop in the bucket. If it wasn't for the fact that the electric blanket was too uncomfortable to drive all night, he might have used it.
Song Wen, who was distressed, rushed to pour him a cup of boiled water.
Lu Siyu looked up at him, blinked and apologized.
The weather began to cool these two days. Song Wen passed by Lu Siyu's desk and took his hand to feel it. It was still cold.
It's also so hard to work in the daytime. The central air conditioning of the Municipal Bureau is aging, and the air is cold in winter. Song Wen put a heater in their small office, which made Lu Siyu feel better.
The air conditioner in the house is turned on to the maximum, plus a few heaters and heating skirting line, the room becomes extremely dry, but it still makes him feel cold.
Every winter, Lu Si feels that it is the most difficult time of the year.
He is heat-resistant and doesn't sweat often when it's very hot, but he is strangely afraid of cold.
The reason is that it is warm in summer and cold in winter.
In all seasons of the year, Lu Siyu likes summer best and hates winter most.
There is heating in the north, and the cooling in the south is everywhere. With the moisture, it is engraved in the bones.
In this contrast, it seems that the South will be warmer than the north, but it turns out that it is not.
Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it snows. It all depends on the mood of heaven.
There is frost on the street occasionally. As soon as the sun comes out, it will soon turn into water.
Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility."
Song Wen asked, "what?"
Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?"
It's snowy and windy in the north in December. Every few days, there will be a heavy snow. Looking around, the sky and the earth are white. The thick ice and snow layer upon layer may not melt in the new year. In December, however, the temperature in Nancheng just dropped below zero. The grass and many trees were still green, but they turned dark green. Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold." There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl. Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently. There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor. Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body. He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied. Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes. The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light. Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep." "Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth. Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter. Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold. Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold. Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you." Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed. In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed. The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment. Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure." Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?" Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... " Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite. Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?" Xs63 color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. The tattoo may take a long time from design to final completion. " Song Wen asked, "what?" Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility." Just as he was asleep, Song Wen felt that Lu Siyu sat up beside him. He woke up at once, sat up and covered Lu Siyu with a piece of clothes. "Alas, little ancestor, be careful to catch cold." There is a butterfly on the girl's leg. With her steps, the butterfly keeps flying. He releases Song Wen's hand, separates the crowd, and pursues her figure. The distance is getting closer. He is only very close to her There is a girl in the exhibition hall, passing by them. His eyes are attracted by the girl. Song Wen took his hand and explained it to him gently. There are famous paintings by painters everywhere, and some are self portraits, which reflect on the water colored floor.Lu Siyu is sleepy. He has a dream. He and Song Wen are watching an exhibition. The exhibition hall is very large. From Rembrandt and Van Gogh, he can see Raphael and Picasso. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Song Wen finds that Lu Siyu's hand is around his waist, his head is against his chest, and he is deeply buried. He pulls the quilt up and closer to his body. He used not to be so afraid of cold as he is now, but at that time, his heart was cold. Although he is cold now, his heart is warm. By comparison, he is satisfied. Lu Siyu rubbed against Song Wen's arms and closed his eyes. The lights were turned off, leaving only a little night light. Song Wen coaxed a child to sleep, patted him and said, "that's good. Have a good sleep." "Much better." Relying on Song Wen, Lu Siyu finds a trace of warmth. Song Wen couldn't help but bow his head and rubbed his lips on his forehead But he still held Lu Siyu tightly in his arms, and then he looked down at Lu Siyu. Under the white light, his skin color was like cold white porcelain, with a layer of frost that could not be removed in winter. Especially that pair of cold hands, Song Wen pulled over to put on the chest, was very cold. Song Wen said, "I'm hot. Come here and cool me down." After that, he pulled Lu Siyu over. It was clear that the man had just taken a hot bath and had been warmed by a warm water bag in his quilt. But I don't know why, he was still cold. Lu Si language slightly apologized: "I am afraid of ice to you." Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed. In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed. The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment. Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure." Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?" Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... " Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite. Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" The color block makes the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time from the design to the final completion of the tattoo. " Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed. In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed. The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment. Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure." Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?" Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... " Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite. He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. " Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea." Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?" With the pattern, it will be much more convenient.The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take. After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo. In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead. There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl? This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim. Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops." It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly. Everything goes back to the origin. Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance." Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information. Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues." Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? " If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman. Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo." But who is the owner of the butterfly? In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world. Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one." Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original. Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?" "Some tattooists and the master of the tattoo shop all say that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is." Song Wen is also ready to rest. As soon as he lies down in the quilt, he finds that Lu Siyu is half a meter away from him. Song Wen asks, "Why are you so far away from me?" Lu Siyu took a hot bath, changed his pajamas and went to bed. In the evening, the two returned home. Lu Siyu cooked dinner. After eating, they were busy for a while, and it was time to go to bed. The case is stuck here, and there is no breakthrough for the moment. Song Wen shook his head: "the feeling of style and technique is still more Chinese, but I only know a little about painting, and I don't know much about tattoos, and I can't say for sure." Lu Si language asked: "is it possible to be a foreign tattoo?" Song Wen said: "I think this tattoo artist has done a lot of work. This kind of work can not be measured by money. Either he likes this girl, or he suddenly inspires his creative inspiration I feel I should take such a good tattoo as a signboard. I don't know why the tattooists in Nancheng say they haven't seen it.... " Lu Siyu looked at it for a moment and rolled up the paper slightly according to the radian of the human body. The tattoo was on the inside of the girl's calf and the wings of the butterfly were unfolded. If it was in light and shadow, the butterfly should be looming with people's walking. It looked like it was dancing. The design was really exquisite. He thought for a moment and continued, "tattoos are like paintings. Every tattoo comes out of a tattoo artist's work. The low-level tattoo artist can only copy, but the high-level tattoo artist can innovate and make the work with soul. I think the tattoo master must have love in his heart when he designs the tattoo. Although the tattoo doesn't look complicated, there are many mysteries hidden in it. The small details are very delicate and there are many color patches to make the butterfly look more flexible. It may take a long time for the tattoo to be designed and finally completed. " Song Wen shook his head, then frowned and said, "I don't know. From a painter's point of view, I think this butterfly has a very good idea." Lu Siyu came to look at the enlarged and clearer butterfly on the paper and asked Song Wen, "what's new?" With the pattern, it will be much more convenient. The photos can't make the details clearer, and the human skin is even more inconvenient to take. After the water, the pattern on the paper is almost the same as the tattoo. In the afternoon, Song Wen described the butterfly, painted it on paper, and colored it with water-soluble lead.There are too many tattoo shops. This tattoo may not be tattooed in Nancheng. The whole country is so large. How can they find the tattoo artist and then find the girl? This is the only investigation direction at present, but the hope is very slim. Song Wen frowned and said, "I think the coloring method of this tattoo is very special. The geometric color block makes the butterfly more three-dimensional. This technique should be rare. You can ask a few more tattoo shops." It seems that we can only hope for this butterfly. Everything goes back to the origin. Fu Linjiang said: "it can only be inferred that it was caused by a small knife similar to a fruit knife. One knife in the abdomen was a fatal wound, and several knives on the face were scratched up after death. The blood from those knives attracted some insects to climb into the suitcase, causing serious facial damage and decay, so it is difficult to restore their appearance." Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through the wound, you can also find some information. Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues." Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? " If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman. Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo." But who is the owner of the butterfly? In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world. Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one." Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original. Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?" Lu Siyu asked in a low voice: "where is the wound?" Sometimes through some tattoo artists, the master of the tattoo shop said that the tattoo is very good, but we can't see whose craft it is. " Fu Linjiang shook his head: "it's a new one, and it's a brand that can be seen everywhere in shopping malls. We retrieved the data. The whole Nancheng will sell more than 1000 suitcases of the same model in a month. This is just the data of physical stores, not including online shopping, no fingerprints on the suitcases, and no other clues." Song Wen asked, "what about the suitcase? Any clues? " If they can't find the tattoo artist, they may not be able to identify the woman. Fu Linjiang added: "we have searched all kinds of information databases on the Internet, but we have not found any information about this tattoo." But who is the owner of the butterfly? In other words, this may be a unique butterfly in the world. Fu Linjiang shook his head: "although Butterfly Tattoos are common, those masters of this style say they haven't seen them. They should be the only one." Tattoos are like paintings. They are also divided into different grades. The cheapest and the most convenient one. The patterns are fixed. Because of the unique craftsmanship and high demand for original design, there is always a higher demand for those who are more original. Song Wen asked, "have you seen the pattern anywhere else?" Fu Linjiang said in a sideline: "we have checked the latest missing report and missing person files, and we have not found anything in line with them. Then he took the photos to ask some tattoo artists. The tattoo shop Masters said that the tattoo was very good, but they couldn't see whose craft it was. " At this time, Song Wen took those photos and looked at them carefully, but he was at a loss. Lu Siyu came over, picked up the glass bottle and looked at it. There was a small piece of human skin inside. It can be seen that Lin xiuran cut it very skillfully, which not only retained the whole picture of the butterfly, but also did not cause great damage. Lin xiuran cut off the skin near the tattoo and soaked it in antiseptic for convenience. The spots, the rot, didn't affect this little tattoo. The tattoo is about the size of a palm. It's a blue butterfly. The butterfly comes out of its cocoon and spreads its wings. There are no birthmarks, scars or surgical marks all over her body. Her only distinctive feature is a tattoo on her leg. After the fingerprint DNA entry, no results were found. The time of her death was about ten days ago. She was about 165 in height and weighed about 100 Jin. She was 25 years old. She had long hair, white skin and little hair. It can be seen that she was a beautiful young girl. Lu Siyu, who solved the case, shook his head and said, "forget it.". The doctor said that in addition to good care, there is no solution, but can prescribe some Chinese medicine, but those drugs are comforting, if the stomach is not good, it is best not to eat often, and finally suggested that they can try acupuncture, massage and physical therapy.Song Wen heard that the more he said, the more frightening he was. He asked the doctor how to treat him. Traditional Chinese medicine TCM looks at the tongue by its pulse. It is said that it is caused by cold constitution and body deficiency. After detailed inquiry of Lu Siyu's physical condition, comprehensive analysis shows that he almost died when he was a child, injured his vital energy, and later became ill several times. Before, he had massive bleeding, which led to lack of blood gas. In addition, he fell into the water once again, and those cold Qi entered the viscera and went deep into the bone marrow Song Wen looks very distressed at Lu Siyu's blood, but he still doesn't know how to make it up. Lu Siyu seems to have expected this result for a long time, and he is very calm about it. Western medicine took his temperature, only in his early thirty-six degrees. Without saying a word, he had a general examination. He took several tubes of blood, ECG, CT and B-ultrasound for a circle. The final result is that the heart and lung are normal, a little hypoglycemia, in addition to stomach disease did not find other serious diseases, probably born like this, pay attention to rest, pay attention to keep warm. The next morning, Song Wen asked for half a day's leave and took Lu Siyu to the hospital. Both Chinese and Western medicine were experts. After returning home, Song Wen washed his feet and rubbed his legs with warm water. It took him more than an hour to regain consciousness. Song Wen asks Lu Siyu to wait in the car, but he refuses to do anything special. One day, he almost faints in the cold. Song Wen took Si Yu to the scene. The criminal police find snow melting device, melt the snow one by one, looking for broken bones in the snow. It took a day to find almost all the bodies. In recent days, it snowed to cool down, but there was a thorny case. The bones of a victim were crushed by the suspect with a machine and left in the wilderness. The snow was buried in the snow. In order to avoid further damage to the bones and the loss of the corpses, we must find all the victims as soon as possible. But even if the number of times is not much, there is still a need to go out of the scene. Fortunately, most of Lu Siyu's work now is civilian work, and he only needs to follow Song Wen. After Song Wen was promoted to the team leader, he doesn't have to go to the scene except for major and urgent cases. The frequency of cases is only two or three times a month. His body seems to have lost its own function of heating. Whether it's sports or food, it can't provide enough heat, and how much clothes he wears is not very useful. So every night, Song Wen was so hot that he wanted to wear short sleeves, but Lu Siyu was so cold that he wore a down jacket and shrunk into a ball. Warm baby, warm hand treasure, oven, warm water bag, jujube tea, ginger sugar water, as long as it can be used for heating, Lu Si language is all used. But it's just a drop in the bucket. If it wasn't for the fact that the electric blanket was too uncomfortable to drive all night, he might have used it. Song Wen, who was distressed, rushed to pour him a cup of boiled water. Lu Siyu looked up at him, blinked and apologized. The weather began to cool these two days. Song Wen passed by Lu Siyu's desk and took his hand to feel it. It was still cold. It's also so hard to work in the daytime. The central air conditioning of the Municipal Bureau is aging, and the air is cold in winter. Song Wen put a heater in their small office, which made Lu Siyu feel better. The air conditioner in the house is turned on to the maximum, plus a few heaters and heating skirting line, the room becomes extremely dry, but it still makes him feel cold. Every winter, Lu Si feels that it is the most difficult time of the year. He is heat-resistant and doesn't sweat often when it's very hot, but he is strangely afraid of cold. The reason is that it is warm in summer and cold in winter. In all seasons of the year, Lu Siyu likes summer best and hates winter most. There is heating in the north, and the cooling in the south is everywhere. With the moisture, it is engraved in the bones. In this contrast, it seems that the South will be warmer than the north, but it turns out that it is not. Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it snows. It all depends on the mood of heaven. There is frost on the street occasionally. As soon as the sun comes out, it will soon turn into water. Lu Siyu was still sleepy. In his sleep just now, he had a dream of the girl. Recalling that dream, he stroked his forehead and said, "I think of a possibility." Song Wen asked, "what?" Lu Siyu woke up for a few seconds and said, "is it possible that the tattoo artist gave him that exquisite tattoo?"
