Chapter 92: Su Ming Determines the Murderer’s Profession — Sculptor!!!

0.618 golden ratio.

And.

A truly perfect work.

These two rather special phrases suddenly echoed again in Su Ming’s mind.

This was already… the second time hearing this phrase.

The first time.

It was in the high-end suite arranged by Qu Pengfei. But due to the special circumstances at the time and not having gathered enough clues, Su Ming didn’t extend his thoughts based on these two words.

But now.

Su Ming suddenly remembered…

There was another special sentence in that forum post.

[If you regard the prey as a work, then you must guide them, even intentionally leaving some misleading clues and evidence so that the police will never…]

A work?

To casually describe a murder as a work.

And also that extreme level of obsessive-compulsive disorder, where the murderer cuts the victim’s body into pieces with nearly identical sizes and shapes.

…

At this moment.

Su Ming seemed to have grasped the key point, suddenly opening his sharp eyes and looking at Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng, who were still deep in thought, speaking with utmost seriousness.

“Director Lin, Brother Sheng.”

“I think I have a rough idea of what profession the murderer is likely engaged in!”

This sentence.

Instantly caused Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng to stop thinking and quickly turn to look at Su Ming, their eyes full of curiosity and urgency.

Without trying to sound mysterious.

Su Ming grabbed the remote and replayed the only sentence the murderer said in the video.

“… even more urgent and reluctant than the 0.618 golden ratio…”

Then.

Su Ming opened the screenshot from the forum again.

Pointing at the penultimate sentence of the murderer’s post about the Magic City University dismemberment case, which referred to murder as a work.

He scanned Lin Tian and Xu Changsheng, narrowing his eyes and speaking seriously.

“I just suddenly realized…The fugitive from the 5.13 dismemberment case, whether it’s a subconscious habit or intentional, referred to the act of murder as a work.”

“He even called the dismemberment case from twenty years ago a perfect work.”

“Of course referring to murder as a work might not necessarily prove anything, after all, there are many criminals with such pathological mindsets.”

“But the 0.618 golden ratio in this sentence, I believe, undoubtedly narrows down the murderer’s profession significantly.”

“Because the murderer said these words while looking at the victim’s body pieces he had cut.”

“In his eyes, the pieces of the victim he meticulously cut out were more outstanding and perfect than the golden ratio.”

“This undoubtedly shows.”

“The murderer is very likely familiar with the golden ratio or something related to it, and it has become ingrained in his mind as a subconscious comparison.”

“Of course, there’s also a possibility that these things are just false clues deliberately planted by the murderer to mislead us.”

“But as I mentioned before, if the murderer had already planned for us to catch him twenty years later, then there was no need to continue with all this.”

“Choosing to break through other members of the drug syndicate would have been a better choice.”

“But I think the probability of that is impossible. I can’t imagine a criminal who could plan twenty years ahead.”

“So now the question is…”

“What profession uses or comes into contact with the golden ratio and constantly works with their own creations?”

“I believe we’ve already narrowed down the type of profession the murderer likely holds.”

As soon as Su Ming finished speaking.

Xu Changsheng excitedly slapped the table, eagerly saying.

“Art industry!”

“People whose main work is painting or photography often deal with the golden ratio.”

Sitting beside him, Lin Tian still maintained his calm demeanor, not getting excited about the further narrowing of the truth, adding.

“Compared to painting.”

“Jade carvers and graphic designers are more likely to come into contact with this uniquely aesthetic number.”

“But we still need to satisfy the previous conditions.”

Su Ming nodded in agreement with their further speculations.

But in his mind.

He already had a profession in mind that closely fit all the earlier criteria.

From niche to status, fame, techniques, and even familiarity with human bone structure, it seemed like the perfect match, like something carved out of a template.

Taking a deep breath.

Su Ming’s eyes sparkled with confidence as he seriously and assertively spoke.

“Director Lin, Brother Sheng.”

“I am now about 90% sure that the murderer from the 5.13 dismemberment case is most likely a sculptor… who was already quite famous twenty years ago!!!”

…

At the same time.

On the top floor of Xingsheng Building in Lushui City.

K, still wearing a bathrobe, was comfortably reclining on a lounge chair.

Eating foie gras airlifted from France, while glancing at his laptop screen not far away.

At this moment.

The screen was divided into twelve sections, each displaying real-time surveillance footage.

What he was observing…

Were the garage exits of the criminal investigation teams in the cities where his subordinates were located, as well as the entrances to the Lushui City Criminal Investigation Team.

Clearly he was monitoring the movements of various city criminal investigation teams to be prepared for various responses.

As to how he could see this special surveillance footage.

The reason was simple.

For a powerful hacker, hacking the road surveillance cameras near criminal investigation teams in various provinces and cities was nothing difficult.

At this moment.

The priest, holding a heavy grenade launcher with a cigar still in his mouth, walked out of a room, expressionless, and began carefully wiping the grenade launcher with camouflage cloth.

K, as if eating ice cream, took a bite of the high-quality foie gras, looked at the footage of the police cars coming and going at the Suzhou City Criminal Investigation Team, and spoke in a low voice.

“Priest.”

“Although the poison has already dealt with Fat Cat, the crazy dogs will likely consider him the second target after the sculptor.”

“Compared to the sculptor.”

“I think the poison doesn’t have the resolve to turn himself into the final piece before being caught by those crazy dogs.”

The priest paused for two seconds, then continued wiping the grenade launcher seriously, speaking in a deep voice.

“Don’t worry, K.”

“If the poison doesn’t have the resolve, I’ll give him that resolve.”

Upon hearing this, K showed a nonchalant smile, leaned back in the lounge chair, and meaningfully said.

“Take it easy, priest.”

“When the time comes, I’ll use the poison, and that crazy dog named Su Ming, to play the long-awaited grand chess game…”