A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

"Arrogant! Absolutely outrageous!"

At the crime scene, Qi Feng and the others followed Zhao Gang to the scene. The moment they saw the scene, Zhao Gang punched the wall covered with white tiles hard.

With a muffled "bang," plaster crumbled and fell from the wall. His knuckles instantly broke and bled, leaving a glaring red mark on the wall.

H City Second People's Hospital, basement level.

This used to be the waiting area for CT scans. The air was always filled with the unique smell of a hospital, but now it was completely overwhelmed by a nauseating, pungent stench of blood. The smell hit you right in the head, with a metallic, metallic odor.

Outside the police cordon, several young officers were pale-faced. One of the interns, who had just been assigned to the team, was squatting next to a trash can ten meters away, retching violently, almost vomiting bile.

Qi Feng crossed the yellow and black police tape and stood at the entrance of the women's restroom.

What greeted the eye was a shocking expanse of red.

Bloodstains covered the walls and the floor.

The walls were splattered with arterial blood, some even reaching the blades of the ceiling fan. Blood trickled down the white tile grout, like a giant, blood-red spider web.

On the ground, large pools of thick blood had begun to congeal and turn black, and several messy bloody footprints stretched all the way to the edge of the sink.

"The routine CT scan room is closed on Saturdays and Sundays, so all emergency room requests were routed to the first floor." Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, his voice like sandpaper, filled with suppressed rage. "Two whole hours! That bastard was down here, in the hospital, and he..."

Zhao Gang couldn't continue. His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair. As the captain of the criminal investigation team, the fact that a murderer dared to strike in a crowded hospital in his jurisdiction was not only a provocation but also a blatant disregard for the police force.

Qi Feng didn't speak. He abandoned his usual carefree demeanor.

He took out latex gloves from his pocket, put them on, snapped the rubber bands on his wrists, and then put dust covers on the soles of his shoes.

"Hoo—" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, "My Eyes Are a Ruler" was running at full power.

The view changed in an instant.

The desolate, almost despairingly clean atmosphere of the previous three crime scenes was gone.

Red frame.

A dense array of red borders!

Large and small red boxes flashed wildly in his field of vision, almost blinding Qi Feng.

On the sink, a dark red box covers a pair of blood-stained medical rubber gloves.

Beneath the cubicle door, a square frame contained a bloodstained single-edged scalpel.

In the trash can, there were several wads of blood-soaked gauze for stopping bleeding, as well as an empty bottle of saline solution.

Even on the edge of the door frame, Qi Feng saw an extremely tiny red frame containing a black fiber stuck in the door crack.

It's too messy.

Qi Feng frowned. He carefully avoided the bloodstains on the floor and went into the bathroom.

Several people from the Municipal Bureau's Trace Evidence Section were lying on the ground, scanning the ground with multi-band light sources, and the camera flashes were going off frequently.

"Advisor Qi." Forensic investigator Li looked up, his face extremely pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "There's too much evidence left this time. Footprints, fingerprints, the murder weapon, and even hair that appears to have been shed by the killer. This scene... it's like a slaughterhouse."

Qi Feng squatted down and stared at the abandoned scalpel.

The blade was extremely thin, and the handle wasn't wrapped with the same black insulating tape as before. This indicates that the killer made no attempt to conceal fingerprints this time.

His gaze shifted to the sink.

At the bottom of the pool was a pool of light red blood that had been washed away but not completely cleaned.

In Qi Feng's mind, the suspect profiling skill was like an overloaded engine, starting to run wildly.

Fragments collided in my mind.

The first case involved an abandoned auto parts factory in the west of the city. The victim's wounds showed multiple cut marks around the edges, indicating clumsy handling.

The second case involved a rented room in an urban village. The wound had healed considerably.

In the third case, the wound was very smooth and the incision was very neat.

Moreover, on the first three occasions, the scene was cleaned up thoroughly, leaving only the most minute clues.

It is evident that the killer was extremely calm and had a very strong sense of counter-surveillance.

But what about this time?

Committing a crime in a busy, secondary-level hospital? Leaving evidence everywhere? Not even bothering with the murder weapon?

This is not in line with the killer's usual style.

It is impossible for a person's behavior patterns to undergo such a huge rupture in a short period of time.

Something unusual must be going on.

Qi Feng's gaze was fixed on the bloody footprints on the ground.

The footprints show a large stride, with deep pressure on the forefoot and shallow pressure on the heel.

These are traces left when a person runs extremely fast or leaves quickly.

She was in a hurry.

They were in a hurry to leave.

They were in such a rush that they didn't even have time to clean up the scene.

Why the rush?

Although this was the basement level, it was still a hospital, and someone could come down at any time. But that wasn't enough to throw an extremely composed serial killer completely off guard. The previous times she had been able to calmly scrub the floor, so why had she even thrown away the knife this time?

unless……

Qi Feng's gaze suddenly fell on the blood-soaked gauze. Beside it, there was a small, cut section of a tube, still streaked with blood.

That's the umbilical cord.

A fresh umbilical cord, still warm from being alive!

Qi Feng suddenly stood up.

In my mind, a bolt of lightning cleaved through all the fog. The previous profile instantly collapsed and was reassembled.

stillbirth……

A live baby!