"Can you find out which guest used this dress?" Tan Wan continued to ask.
The middle-aged female employee replied: "The yukatas in each room are the same size except for the different styles for men and women.
The clothes worn by the guests were all washed together, and there was no way to tell which room's dirty yukata belonged to which room. "
Although it is now known that the murderer used the bathrobe to cover himself and hid the knife under the bathrobe. When Qian Zhaoer was not paying attention, the tip of the knife pierced the bathrobe and penetrated Qian Zhaoer's abdomen.
The incident occurred two floors away from the laundry room, one on the west side of the hotel and the other on the east side of the hotel, which are far apart.
So the question is, when did the murderer enter the room and how did he enter the room?
How did you throw the bloody clothes into the hotel laundry room without being discovered? ?
Tan Wan noticed that the collar of the yukata was stained with liquid foundation, and there was a hint of purple on the liquid foundation.
The red color is different from blood stains. Tan Wan put it under his nose and smelled it. It had a fragrant smell.
It smells like a lipstick from a big brand?
"This is Qian Zhaoer's lipstick." Tan Wan reopened the photo album on her phone and pointed to Qian Zhaoer's lips when she was lying on the ground in the photo, "Qian Zhaoer's lips were exactly the same color that day.
However, for the sake of rigor, it is best to send it back to the laboratory for a DNA comparison.
Let’s see if we can extract the lipstick owner’s saliva from it and compare it with Qian Zhaoer’s DNA to see if it matches. "
Xia Zhiyue nodded quickly: "Yes, DNA report, Ade, you go!"
Ade took the clothes and was about to leave when he suddenly received a call from the hospital.
He picked up the phone and listened for a few minutes, then turned to Xia Zhiyue and said, "It's a call from the hospital, saying that Miss Qian is out of danger and has just woken up!"
"Let's go to the hospital!" Xia Zhiyue's face was filled with joy when she heard that the victim had woken up. "The victim must have seen the appearance of the murderer!"
As long as Qian Zhaoer tells the person who attacked her, the case can be solved.
At this moment, Fang Wenyin's voice came from behind a few people: "Are you going to see Zhao'er? Can I go with you?"
Xia Zhiyue said it was okay and asked Fang Wenyin to follow her car.
On the way to the hospital, Ade and Xia Zhiyue sat in the driver's seat and passenger seat, while Fang Wenyin and Tan Wan sat in the back seat.
We asked the hotel for the surveillance video beforehand, stored it on my phone, and watched it over and over again in the car.
Several surveillance videos in the hotel were damaged due to old age, and many of them had not been repaired in time. Fortunately, the one facing the bride-to-be's room was intact. Although the shooting distance was far away and the picture was offset to the upper edge of the screen, luckily it was still vaguely visible.
Among the surveillance videos captured, only Zhao Yide entered the room.
No matter how many times you look at it, you can't get it wrong. There is no sign of a third person.
I felt dizzy watching the video, so I quit the video and clicked on the photo again.
In the photo, Qian Zhaoer fell to the ground. Except for the makeup on her lips, her facial makeup and hairstyle were in perfect condition.
There were no signs of fighting around, and no one heard Qian Zhaoer calling for help at the time of the incident, which meant that the murderer was most likely someone Qian Zhaoer knew.
I was in a trance looking at the photos, but my thoughts were disrupted by the ringing in my ears.
Fang Wenyin's cell phone rang at an inappropriate time, which was particularly loud in the quiet car.
"Sorry, sorry." Fang Wenyin apologized quickly and took out her mobile phone from her bag.
After seeing the note on the screen of her phone, she didn't answer the call immediately. Instead, she subconsciously glanced at Tan Wan beside her.
Tan Wan felt Fang Wenyin's gaze and turned to look out the window very wisely.
All I heard was Fang Wenyin's soft and quiet voice: "Hey, it's me."
She lowered her voice and half covered the phone with her hand to make her voice softer.
After answering the phone, she bent slightly, as if she didn't want others to hear her voice talking to the other end of the phone.
Unfortunately, the sound leakage from the phone was serious, and the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the phone.
The man on the other end of the phone asked Fang Wenyin to pay back the money, his tone was a little unhappy, and there seemed to be some threats.
The more we listened to the conversation, the more familiar the other man's voice sounded, as if he had heard it not long ago.
After Fang Wenyin hung up the phone, she suddenly remembered who the familiar man was.
Fang Wenyin lowered her voice and kept telling the other party that she was not free now and would send the money when the time came. After that, she hung up the phone in a hurry.
She hung up the phone, glanced aside subconsciously, and met Tan Wan's suspicious eyes.
Fang Wenyin began to explain: "Well, it's my dad. He always likes to gamble. Whenever he gambles, he always asks me for money."
Xia Zhiyue, who was sitting in the front row, squeezed into the chat room. She felt very happy when she thought that the case would be closed soon, and she turned to join the chat.
"Why does your father have a northern accent? Aren't you a southerner like the victim?"
Fang Wenyin continued: "Well, yes, he has settled in the north now, so he started to have an accent, hahahaha."
"Gambling is against the law!" Xia Zhiyue looked at the rearview mirror with a triumphant expression, "Don't forget that you are sitting in a police car now."
"Yes, I will make him stop gambling."
Tan Wan sat aside and listened quietly to the two people chatting, his eyes always staring at Fang Wenyin's face without speaking.
Not long after, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of the hospital.
Several people found Qian Zhaoer's room based on the number of the inpatient department.
Qian Zhaoer lived in a single compartment, which was spacious and bright. She was still a little weak after taking the salt water.
Standing beside him were Mr. Qian and Mrs. Qian. Mrs. Qian cried so hard that her daughter's suffering was red but she kept wiping her tears. Mr. Qian also had a sad look on his face.
Seeing Officer Xia and others arriving, Mr. Qian immediately greeted him: "Officer, I've heard all about it. That bastard Zhao Yide assassinated my daughter. I want to sue him and sentence him to death! You have to provide me with evidence!"
Seeing that Mr. Qian was too excited, Xia Zhiyue rushed to help him: "Mr. Qian, don't be anxious. Although Mr. Zhao committed intentional homicide, he was not the one who stabbed your daughter."
Hearing what Officer Xia said, Mr. Qian was stunned at first: "You mean, Zhao Yide is not the one who assassinated my daughter? How is this possible!!"
Xia Zhiyue: "According to our investigation, Mr. Zhao put poison in your daughter's dessert, but he was not the one who stabbed your daughter."
"That boy Zhao Yide poisoned Zhao'er?!" Mrs. Qian exploded, her eyes widening.
Tan Wan saw that the situation was going wrong and tried to turn the tide: "Madam, don't worry, the case is not over yet. Officer Xia and I came here to ask Ling Qianjin some questions. How is she in good spirits now? Is it convenient for me to ask?"
