Move the painting leaning against the corner by the window, and then stand on the blood stain.
"The murderer had a way to avoid so much blood, but he only left this drop? It was not because the murderer made a mistake and left out this drop of blood, but because it was unavoidable."
As Tanwan talked, he took out a needle from his pocket and poked his fingertips, and blood beads burst out from under his skin in an instant.
"What are you doing?!" Li Dongliao shouted when he saw the blood, and hurriedly took out the napkin.
"Just do an experiment and you'll find out." Tan Wan calmly placed his finger at the same height as the window and let the blood drip.
Blood beads splashed straight to the ground, forming a medium-sized circle.
Then he took out the small ultraviolet lamp he had prepared in advance and shined it on the floor. The original shape of the blood stains on the scene appeared again.
"The splash area of liquid dripping from this height is different. The higher the height, the wider the splash range, and the height of the window is far from enough." Tan Wan said while looking up, "Blood stains It was dripping from the ceiling.”
Along with Tan Wan, he looked up and saw nothing on the ceiling, a patch of white with no blood at all.
Li Dongliao tilted his head and frowned, not sure what she meant: "Are you trying to express that the body was suspended in the air at that time?"
"Seeing is not necessarily believing." Tan Wan said lightly.
She looked around, then dragged the table in the studio directly over the blood.
Stepping on the table, I stretched my arms and found that I still couldn't reach the ceiling, so I added a chair to the table.
Tan Wan touched the ceiling lightly with his hand, knocked twice more, and heard the sound of the wooden partition. His heart sank: it was indeed like this.
"Bring the hammer from my car."
"Ah?" Li Dongliao hesitated for a while with his head held high, but he still delivered the things to the person without hesitation.
After getting the hammer, Tan Wan held the handle tightly with both hands, placed the hammer in front of him in a vertical position, and then stabbed the ceiling with all his strength.
With a loud clang, the plaster on the ceiling cracked, and three cracks appeared.
The two ends of the three cracks are connected perpendicularly to each other, forming the shape of a door.
The powder on the ceiling fell down, with charming eyes, Li Dongliao choked a few mouthfuls of dust and powder: "Cough cough cough!!"
Even though the dust was very heavy, Li Dongliao's hands always helped Tan Wan hold the chair legs tightly.
Tanwan, who was at the top of the dust, was in an even more serious situation at this moment, with plaster dust almost blocking his entire sight.
In order to prevent dust from entering his eyes, Tan Wan had to close his eyes.
Holding his breath and concentrating, he once again hit the sledgehammer to the ceiling with all his strength. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed, and something tightly wrapped in cloth fell from the ceiling and hit the two of them.
Tan Wan was hit on the head by the sudden object, fell off the chair and fell on Li Dongliao.
"Ouch!"
I fell from a height of more than one meter, and all the bones in my body ached. Fortunately, Li Dongliao was underneath when I fell, and my head fell on Li Dongliao's abdomen, which reduced the impact force a lot, but it still shook the ground. Headache.
"Oh my god, it hurts me so much." Tan Wan rubbed the back of his head that was sore from being hit, and slowly climbed up from the ground to sit up to check on Li Dongliao's condition.
Li Dongliao's arm was suppressed by the chair. He lay on the ground and couldn't get up at all. He kept humming.
The thing wrapped in the blanket just now was huge, almost the same as a human being. After Tanwan and Tanwan fell down at the same time, Li Dongliao didn't know who to catch first.
The result of hesitation was that while not doing any harm, he was hit by both of them.
"Dongliao, are you okay?" Tan Wan thought he had fallen badly when he saw him like this.
"No, no... No, it's okay." Li Dongliao closed his eyes ferociously, "You just have to let me lie down and relax..."
Li Dongliao was fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief after talking late. She slowly climbed up while holding on to the corner of the table. The scene was chaotic just now, and she hadn't seen clearly what it was. When she stepped over Li Dongliao's body, she came to Next to that thing.
A pair of bodies wearing jeans and white sneakers were seen exposed outside the blanket wrapped in them.
Tan Wan's heart tightened, and her headache suddenly disappeared, and she immediately unfolded the blanket.
The moment he unfolded the blanket, Tan Wan's pupils shrank and he stared at the object in front of him for a long time: "Li Dongliao."
"Huh?..." Li Dongliao was still looking at the ceiling and lying on the ground without moving.
"Li Dongliao, the body has been found."
Dozens of minutes later, police cars arrived one after another.
The corpse that fell from the ceiling had a clear face, that of reporter Zhao Liang.
When the body was discovered, the victim was wearing the same clothes and shoes as in the photo.
The blanket wrapped around the body was soaked in blood and then dried. It looked like it had been there for a long time.
It was still in the accumulation period, and the time of death was more than two days, which was relatively consistent with the time Xu Lei called the police.
But it also requires forensic accuracy of the time of death.
Forensic doctor Zhang came with tools. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two people lying on the floor. When he looked carefully, one of them was Li Dongliao.
"It scared me to death. I thought there were two corpses!" Lao Zhang came in with a smile and complained to Tan Wan, "What's wrong with Officer Li?"
"He fell. The police doctor has been called." Tan Wan squatted next to the body, "By the way, did you bring the ladder I asked you to bring for me?"
Lao Zhang casually pointed behind him: "I asked the intern to bring it. You don't expect me, an old man, to help you get it. Let's talk about the team."
Tan Wan smiled slightly, took the ladder and repositioned it. The previous chair broke its legs and could no longer be used, but the ladder was more stable.
Climbing up the ladder to the ceiling, I saw a confined space above.
There weren't many things inside, they were scattered here and there, and it looked like a utility room.
Except for the area where the body was placed, there was dust everywhere. Tan Wan coughed lightly and then felt someone pat his leg below.
Tan Wan subconsciously lowered her head to look, but due to the obstruction of the ceiling, she only saw a hand passing a mask towards her.
"Thank you." Tan Wan put on a mask and climbed to the ceiling.
There are not many warehouses on the ceiling, and shrinking stairs are usually placed, but Ye Feng removed the shrinking stairs as if he wanted to seal them all on the ceiling forever.
There were a lot of blood stains on the ceiling, and the murderer didn't cover up the blood stains at all.
In the corner stood a rolled cylinder.
It looks like a painting.
But compared with the paintings piled up in the corner of the studio, this scroll was large and heavy.
