Song Qiaoyu knew her own details very well.
God was really fair to her. Because of this, even if she had memorized all the so-called common sense reasoning she might need and read through dozens of case files, she still couldn't make a truly reliable inference purely by relying on her own reasoning.
Apparently her current colleagues should be well aware of this as well. For example, Mr. Forensic Physician, who has always been very comfortable, and strives to let others understand naturally even if he has requests for others, actually opened the door for the first time, and Song, who was given an important task with a shy look and sincere inquiry. Whether the officer needs his help.
And Song Qiaoyu accepted it without hesitation.
What kind of temper are you showing? Not really stupid.
Even if she didn't want to see the face of this forensic doctor anymore, Song Qiaoyu would never be at odds with herself... No, maybe it was with her own dignity.
No matter how stupid you are, you will never want others to call you stupid. Song Qiaoyu is also a vain person, or in fact, a very vain person.
As for Mo Zinan, who is lazy by nature and avoids work but needs to perform autopsies single-handedly, he may be fiercely criticized afterwards...
As a self-confessed vulgar bastard, Song Daxia, the benchmark for realism, is not at all ashamed of it.
So the two of them arrived at Ma Jun's residence in silence.
To be honest, Song Qiaoyu actually admired Jiang Qiu.
Although it was true that she had heard of Jiang Qiu for a long time, what really impressed her was the experience of knowing Jiang Qiu for more than a year. Not everyone has superhuman talent, and those with talent may not be diligent, let alone superhumanly diligent. Even if they have both, there are only a few people who can be so low-key and humble - even this low-key, Song Qiaoyu also understands it, and it is admittedly not Jiang Qiu's nature.
Except for occasional hardware issues that are difficult to communicate with, Jiang Qiu is almost a perfect partner in terms of ability and personality. Because of this, Captain Liang, who has always been modest, would acquiesce to this guy's forced participation in the investigation many times on the grounds of "just taking a ride".
"There's nothing wrong with the door. We need to pick the lock. Is there anything else?" Song Qiaoyu turned around habitually and looked at Jiang Qiu, who was following behind.
Jiang Qiu stood at the door and looked around, his eyes moving, he knelt down and patted the flowerpot at the door.
"There's a key under the basin."
The potted plant, which is as tall as a person, looks astonishingly heavy. The green leaves of the plant are swaying leisurely in the air. It is growing happily and dominates half of the door frame. The dusty carpet stretched across the door, its thick fur matted.
Song Qiaoyu was stunned for a moment, stepped forward and picked up the bonsai with one hand, and took out a key from the clean floor with the other hand.
The key looks new, but it's stained with dust.
"Since Liang An didn't give the key when he came back, and asked you to pick the lock, it means that the deceased's family should not have any spare ones - if there is any on the deceased, they have to be taken back to the bureau as physical evidence." Jiang Qiu He explained slowly, with a calm expression. "Not all houses will wipe the door frames so clean. The owner is very careful."
"Then why not under the carpet..." The content of the TV series came to Song Qiaoyu's mind for some reason.
"Because you know it, and others know it." Jiang Qiu's expression was pious, like a pilgrim, but with a strange smile, "And it's too dirty. The carpet was not washed, but the door frame was wiped. The owner here probably thinks this way, the carpet is meant for people to step on, so washing it is... useless. And he instinctively hates going out."
Song Qiaoyu's expression at this moment was like looking at another person, and she almost couldn't hold back her desire to ask this person if he had been possessed.
This can be regarded as revealing one’s true nature.
"What's wrong...is there a problem?" Jiang Qiu seemed to suddenly realize something, his expression changed, his head dropped again, and he turned it to the side, his eyes slightly evasive.
Song Qiaoyu's answer was simple and rude. She took the key and opened the door to the living room, waved her hand to Jiang Qiu and walked in.
The scene in front of me was very ordinary. The simple and elegant interior decoration looks like an advertiser's poster, exuding a fresh atmosphere. The space in the living room looks huge, maybe because there is nothing there. If it weren't for the bookshelves filled with books, it wouldn't even be possible to tell that this was a room that had been inhabited by someone. If there's one thing that's unusual about it, it's cleanliness. This room is so clean. From the sofa to the tables and chairs, if it weren't for the aging leather and worn corners of the wooden furniture at the seams of the sofa, people might think this is actually a newly renovated house.
Song Qiaoyu suddenly remembered the information he had researched before setting off. Ma Jun has lived in this house for more than seven years.
Looking around, I have to say that at this moment, Song Qiaoyu's mind was completely blank.
This is not an uncommon experience, so it is not sad.
While Song Qiaoyu was wandering around the room like a robot, Jiang Qiu had already walked to the bookshelf, wearing gloves and burying his head in the book he had just taken down from the top in a leisurely manner. His sense of presence was at its lowest.
"The deceased...had...obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Song Qiaoyu finally found a very professional vocabulary from his brain, which was as barren as Arctic frozen soil.
"Obsessive-compulsive disorder is a type of anxiety disorder. It is generally characterized by consciously bringing an impulse into daily life against one's own will. Although the patient tries his best to resist it, he is still unable to control it. The pain it produces comes from the conflict of resistance. Feelings and their impact on life." Jiang Qiu shook his head, "This view is too arbitrary. In fact, obsessive-compulsive disorder has now become a synonym for 'a person who has a relentless pursuit of perfect things'. I think this is actually is incorrect."
"So his relentless pursuit of perfection goes a little too far?"
"Maybe he's just too busy and loves to be clean." Jiang Qiu closed the book in his hand and said calmly, "If possible, I would like that too."
Song Qiaoyu seemed to have remembered something and walked to the side of the aisle.
"This person must have done some general cleaning before he left... The toilet can be so clean. It's really impressive."
The decoration in the bathroom is full of low-key luxury. The overall dark tone makes the bright lights useless. The marble bathtub is spotless, as if it has never been used. On the other side of the small room, several bath towels hung neatly on a three-legged shelf over one meter high, covering up the three bottles of detergent arranged in a perfect triangle in the bottom space.
Although the room is small, the supporting facilities are not ambiguous at all.
Even though her nerves were extremely rough, Song Qiaoyu, who usually had a laissez-faire attitude towards the quality of life, couldn't help but lament that this kind of lifestyle, as long as she didn't clean up by herself, was really extraordinary... refreshing.
"It's really perfectionism."
"Well," Jiang Qiu followed in at some point and nodded, "Although this lifestyle is a waste of time and the benefits are not proportional to the returns, it will give the residents a perfect life experience. He is very suitable. Be a steward.”
Song Qiaoyu crouched down and reached the lower end of the shelf, looking up at the "criminal tool" that Jiang Qiu recognized as a genius butler.
"Even the brush needs to be washed, no one else... This toilet brush should be cleaner than my toothbrush, right?" Song Qiaoyu smacked her lips and picked up the sea blue brush. "This cleaning fluid..."
She put her hand in and was suddenly startled, "Why do I feel like I've remembered it before..."
He picked up the bottle and looked it up to the light. The liquid inside had bottomed out.
"No." Song Qiaoyu frowned, "This is the cleaning fluid that girls usually use to clean up menstrual blood stains. What does Ma Jun, a man who lives alone, need this for?"
She turned her head and said, "Forensic Doctor Jiang, you have a belt..."
Then he was hit on the head by a bottle. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Qiu who looked like it had nothing to do with him.
"Luminol reagent...?"
"Just spray it, it's not worth it."
Song Qiaoyu nodded with an unusual expression.
While Song Qiaoyu was walking around, thinking about how much money Jiang Qiu said was worthless, Jiang Qiu stepped forward again, picked up the bottle of cleaning fluid that Song Qiaoyu had just put down, and looked at it for a while.
Jiang Qiu suddenly said, "It's useless for you to spray randomly. Since there is this, the traces should have been cleaned up and very carefully. You see, the amount used is very small, but this bottle has been used for a long time."
"So he just wiped it with a cloth, right? So where are you looking?" Song Qiaoyu originally thought that she was looking for a blind spot seriously, but she was said to be spraying randomly, so naturally she was not happy.
Jiang Qiu also seemed stumped. He looked around, then squatted on the ground again.
"It's a blind spot..." Song Qiaoyu stretched out her head to look at the gap between the bathtub and the wall, and then returned disappointed, "So we have to find an absolute blind spot."
"There is an absolute blind spot." Jiang Qiu stared at the floor and said suddenly.
"where?"
Jiang Qiu walked to the door and kicked over the neatly arranged slippers.
"Squirt here."
After hearing this, Song Qiaoyu came over with a spray bottle.
Sure enough, the depressions on the soles soon became fluorescent.
"Shoes are for walking, carpets are for stepping on..." Jiang Qiu murmured, but there was confusion on his face.
"It's really unreliable." Accustomed to Jiang Qiu's unpredictable moods, Song Qiaoyu looked at the perfect fluorescent pattern intently. "But there's so much blood, it's all covered."
"Zi Nan just sent me a text message, telling me that there were many old and new wounds on the deceased's body."
Song Qiaoyu grinned.
"The blood is his own, right? So it's self-abuse?"
"He may have been careless," Jiang Qiu paused. "Many of the books I just read were violently torn apart, making them quite tattered. He cleaned the house, probably because he had done something to it. The house was vandalized. This probably falls into the category of mental illness."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I'm not sure." Jiang Qiu lowered his head and spoke confidently, but his normal tone made people feel a sense of grievance.
Song Qiaoyu was silent.
"...Any more?"
"Also... the potted plant was just moved out by Ma Jun before he left... because there were no marks underneath. It was moved out because it needed watering, so..." Jiang Qiu suddenly stuttered as he spoke, and took a deep breath as if to relax. In one breath, "You can ask the neighbors or the property security guard. That way we can know who asked them to water the potted plants."
He glanced in the direction of Song Qiaoyu, pursed his lips, and looked nervous.
Song Qiaoyu followed Jiang Qiu's look and took a deep breath.
Then he exhaled this breath and nodded heavily.
"Okay, I know, okay."
Then Jiang Qiu turned around and left, disappearing through the gate of Ma Jun's house.
Song Qiaoyu was a little emotional.
God is really fair.
