"The deceased was Li Liejun who lived here. He was 27 years old, single, unemployed, and an only child. When he was in college, his mother, an employee of a foreign company, fell into depression and jumped off a building. His father, an engineer, died in a sudden accident at home alone. He had a heart attack. He graduated from college when he was twenty-one and immediately started working. However, he resigned two years ago and is still unemployed..." Song Qiaoyu was rarely honest and objective as she read the words she had brought. material. I moved the bloody cloth and looked down. The expression on the corpse's face was too distorted, and it was covered in blood. It took me a while to confirm that it was him. The corpse still retained its original appearance, lying on the ground. There were hideous wounds visible to the naked eye on its back, but there were no wounds on its face.
"The deceased used the downstairs room as a garbage dump. Team Wang said he had never seen anyone from this family. I guess Li Liejun was also a lonely guy. I asked Team Wang to ask the garbage collector, and he had never seen this person before. Household trash.”
"The result is probably close to ten." I called Shao Zi over, "Come and see here, this pile in the corner."
There was a pile of dusty unknown objects on the ground, spread out on the side like a decadent mess.
"Activated carbon?" Shao Zi touched it with gloves. "It's quite rare on the market. It's usually in the shape of a honeycomb. This kind of... should be factory supplies. I've seen it before. It should be able to absorb odors."
Song Qiaoyu crouched down from a distance, "This is really in line with his status as a graduate of a prestigious university. He is so particular about how he throws out garbage in a set. He even puts it away and deodorizes it. Why don't you just walk a few more steps and throw it away?" leave?"
"But he obviously didn't prepare enough. This thing will be saturated, otherwise how could this happen...cough, cough, cough..." After squatting down, Shao Zi, who was pretending to be in a state of pretentiousness, quickly emptied his health bar, and immediately took out a mask. out. "...This is too much. Is this air breathable?"
"Do you still have the mask?" Song Qiaoyu politely took out the gloves from the bag of Shao Zi who had just walked over, and then asked in a hurry, earning a blank look.
Judging from the blood stains on the bedroom door, the door was probably half closed when the deceased was injured. In other words, when the deceased fell to the ground injured and started crawling, the murderer should have closed the door to the living room. Why?
Let’s go back to when the murderer first walked in the door.
"Although there are traces of picking the lock on the door, judging from the footprints at the scene, Li Liejun should have been at the door when the murderer entered. However, there were no signs of a struggle at the door. Therefore, it is likely that the deceased opened the door for the murderer." Shao Azusa analyzed.
If I remember correctly, the rusty gate had a peephole in it. The cat's eyes are also covered with a layer of gray. In other words, Li Liejun could actually see people coming from outside, but he didn't.
"You tell me, a guy who has stayed in his own house for a long time, the door locks are rusty, and he even built a garbage dump to stay in his house. If he wants to open the door to someone he doesn't know, why wouldn't he think about it first? Who is this person?"
"I don't know, it's not a serious reason anyway." Shao Zi looked very ugly when he was choked just now, and his brain might be temporarily deprived of oxygen.
"At least we can infer that Li Liejun had contact with the murderer before. But he shouldn't be friends. If he is an old friend, he should do some cleaning first." Song Qiaoyu frowned, "You don't want to lose face?"
"This Li Liejun's ID card doesn't even have a mobile phone tied to it. There is no information on the Internet. He looks like an antique. He simply doesn't want to be isolated from the world anymore." A serious and slightly lazy Tianwai Feiyin came from in front of Shao Zi. It was the young police officer Lu Bo who should have just woken up.
"It seems that you are a bit discriminatory towards our victims. It is not in line with our basic concept of serving the people. Resign from the group, little brat." Song Qiaoyu conveniently grabbed the mobile phone in Shao Zi's hand and went on the road without even looking at it. It's hung up. "I think Li Liejun and the murderer probably didn't know each other, but they had an agreement, so..." She quickly walked out of the bedroom in a few steps, stood in a corner of the hall, and called us over.
"This is... sundries... no, waste paper... corner?" Shao Zi, who is extremely professional in identifying physical evidence, frowned, unable to find an appropriate explanation for a moment.
In the same style as the bedroom, a pile of waste paper was piled up in the corner of the hall without any neatness, and a long piece of furniture that looked like a dining table was placed on the corner of the table.
"Does this guy believe in some evil cult?" I was a little confused.
"There is more than 1.39 million in his account, not including overseas assets." Shao Zi raised his eyelids, "It should be his parents' inheritance, which is enough to live like this for several years. Although he has no financial resources, Wow...tsk, he is such a good-lucky guy."
I rummaged through the pile of papers on the floor. Those things were either scrap newspapers or some documents. The paper was a little brittle and probably quite old.
"The murderer... took the things away?" I wiped the page with my gloves, "There is also dust on it, but there are signs of being tampered with. Something should be left on this piece."
"Do you need this?" A voice suddenly came from above, accompanied by the sound of footsteps on the wooden board, "I found it in the bedroom. It looks... something different."
This strange way of expressing himself was naturally attributed to Jiang Qiu. I don't know when, this guy actually ran upstairs like a ghost, and then walked back quietly.
The so-called different thing was a piece of paper, a thin piece of A4 paper, wrapped in a plastic bag.
"In the bedroom above?"
Jiang Qiu nodded.
"Let me see..." Song Qiaoyu took the thing and frowned, "What the hell is this?"
"Hey, you can't fool me." The voice came from nowhere again. This time it came from Jiang Qiu, but it was obviously not from him. "Is this fake?"
This is indeed very concise and comprehensive. A notice, simple and crude.
"On the morning of February 5, our company will send people to conduct a water meter reading investigation."
Clean and refreshing. The centered Song font is somewhat similar to a threatening and harassing letter I dealt with before. It does strictly implement the spirit of not wasting paper space.
These huge square characters are really dizzying.
I think I might have been scared. However, this is not a special case. Almost everyone present looked puzzled.
"Conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy here... Protect your mobile phone, Jiang Qiu! I have seen you named Song. If you do anything, I will upload the video of you stealing the mobile phone! Tell people all over the world that you covet Shao Zi's new Both of them want to steal mobile phones, they are so impersonal and lacking in quality!"
Song Qiaoyu, who had just stretched out his hand halfway, paused and retracted it without any trace, as if nothing happened.
"Don't use the video... it's best not to turn it on, it consumes power." Jiang Qiu frowned slightly, and gently pressed the camera of the phone on his chest with his fingers, "Don't do this next time, okay?" The formulaic seriousness made the other person The notoriously thick-skinned kid coughed awkwardly.
"What?" Shao Zi frowned, "Are you teasing us? Are you sick?"
"If anyone can get into this, I'll lose. It's better to just knock on the door. It's so neat." Song Qiaoyu curled her lips.
"Maybe he really believed it." I recalled for a moment, "The toilet door was open. It's possible that he checked the water meter before opening the door."
"Then you're great." Shao Zi flipped through the camera in his hand again, "The door is indeed open. As for whether to read the water meter, it remains to be discussed. I'm really jealous of you guys with good memories."
"Oh," Song Qiaoyu shrugged and said calmly, "That's the fact. Captain Liang has a photographic memory, which is admirable."
I always feel like this guy is deliberately stirring up trouble, and I don’t know what his intentions are.
I held the note in front of my eyes again and looked at it.
"If we assume that this murderer really doesn't know that this seems fake, who would he be?" I think I can struggle.
"Silly." Song Qiaoyu did not hesitate.
"It stands to reason that such behavior does not seem to be unintentional. It is completely the result of the murderer's suspicion... Although I don't know what effect it has. But if he really hopes to deceive people, then he must be A person who lacks common sense in life...for example...a spoiled rich second generation? Brother Jiang, I'm not talking about you." Shao Zi's brain circuit is really full of hatred for the rich.
"Anyone who has gone to school should be familiar with this." Jiang Qiu shook his head, with a solemn expression. "The format of the notice includes the title, body, and ending. For example, the title usually uses No. 2 small-script Song font, like In addition, the margins on the white edge of official paper are generally 37 mm, the left white margin of official paper is generally 28 mm, and the center size is 156 mm by 225 mm. Normal people should not Not sure."
As the only "normal person" present, Jiang Qiu decisively displayed the self-centered spirit expected of a spoiled rich second generation, causing a rare silence in the scene.
"Okay," Song Qiaoyu made a rare smooth move and snapped her fingers, "In other words, this murderer may not have deliberately tricked us. It is because he is uneducated? Elementary school? Junior high school? Compulsory education. A fish that slipped through the net?”
The medical examiner shook his head and said that this was not his area of expertise.
"I think this does not belong to the category of culture," I still felt a bit mysterious, "it is basic common sense in life. To make such a mistake, people may...have no life, I mean, no normal life. But he also At least he can read and there is a printer at home. He is not a savage."
"Isn't this kind of person... just stupid?" Song Qiaoyu couldn't imagine it.
Shao Zi took the phone from Jiang Qiu, pinched both ends of the phone while avoiding fingerprints, and then very carefully packed it in a waterproof bag for swimming and carried it in his arms.
"It turns out that there are indeed many normal people who lack certain abilities that are considered necessary in life, and there are not a few." I don't want to explain too much, "Some people may indeed look like savages to others. For example, you don’t know how to catch grasshoppers in the summer. When I was a child, I might have thought that these were a bunch of idiots who couldn’t even catch grasshoppers.”
"What you said is great," Song Qiaoyu nodded, "So, is he stupid or not?"
