Tutu Rabbit didn't think too much and chose to enter the map again!
This map pass had a total of 5 uses when it fell into Brother Yi's hands. Brother Yi used it once, he used it once, and now there are 3 opportunities left!
After re-entering the map, the familiar picture is still in sight.
In a somewhat cramped bedroom, there is a computer on the computer table. The browser page is on the computer screen, as if it is searching for something.
The ashtray on the computer desk was full, and a few cigarette butts even overflowed.
The tuberculosis rabbit glanced around, put his fingernails into his mouth in a daze, and gnawed. His eyes were a little frightened and he was holding the mouse and flipping through the browser pages on the display screen.
He didn't clean up the blood as soon as he landed like last time.
Instead, based on the information in the computer diary, I learned that the identity I was playing had the habit of biting my own nails when nervous, and tried to improve my performance score as much as possible.
Put yourself in their shoes and think about what your character would do in this situation.
After doing all this.
Only then did Tutu Rabbit rush to the living room and look at the female body lying in a pool of blood in the living room. He did not immediately clean up the blood stains and start dismembering the body like last time.
Instead, he raised his head and glanced at the wall clock in the living room, and quickly started a series of actions!
First of all, the traces of fighting in the house need to be dealt with briefly. It does not need to be dealt with completely, just a few simple manipulations are needed.
Since the idea was changed, things have become much simpler.
The blood does not need to be processed, and neither does the body.
Then Tutu Rabbit looked down at the blood-stained dagger on the coffee table. This was the dagger used by the original owner of his identity to kill his wife. It was stained with a large amount of the blood of the mistress and the fingerprints of the original owner.
The last time he entered the map, he cleaned the blood and fingerprints off the dagger.
But this time he didn't do anything.
Instead, he held the dagger in his backhand, took a deep breath, and stabbed himself three or four times in the abdomen!
He was too familiar with the wounds on corpses. There was a big difference between a wound made by a person stabbing himself in the stomach and a wound stabbed by someone else. They could be observed with the naked eye.
And precisely because he knew wounds so well, he could easily make the wound on his stomach look like it had been stabbed by someone else.
And by using the strength of the attack, the height, strength and weight of the murderer can be roughly imagined.
After doing all this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly from the pain, and then he leaned on the sofa, lying on the ground half dead.
And the next second——
"Police, open the door!"
The door was suddenly knocked open, and a large number of uniformed police officers rushed in with guns in hand and serious expressions. As soon as they entered the door, they saw such a bloody scene in front of them.
His expression suddenly changed.
"Homicide, two dead."
"etc!"
"One of them seems to be alive, please apply for an ambulance!"
More than twenty hours have passed.
Tutu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the several uniformed police officers standing in front of his hospital bed in a daze, filled with incomprehension.
He had woken up a long time ago, to be precise, he should not have been unconscious.
Although the abdominal injury was not minor, he always had the feeling that the injury was not worth mentioning, as if he had been injured more seriously than this before, but in his memory, he did not seem to have been seriously injured.
Maybe it's because he's naturally tough and has a high pain tolerance for this kind of injury.
But he still pretended to be comatose and lay on the hospital bed for a long time, letting the crappy doctors sew around on his stomach with needles and threads. Since the bandaging was completed, these police officers have been standing guard in front of his hospital bed.
He originally planned to wait until these police officers retreated, and then let the matter take its course, clearing the suspicion and leaving the map smoothly, but now it seemed as if these people planned to stay here if he didn't wake up.
"well."
After Tutu Rabbit sighed helplessly, he looked at the police officers in front of the bed with pale lips and said tremblingly: "How is she? Is she awake?"
"."
A middle-aged man stood in front of the tuberculosis rabbit's bed. After being expressionless and silent for a long time, he stared straight into tuberculosis rabbit's eyes and spoke word by word.
"Unfortunately, your wife died at the crime scene and resuscitation failed."
"No trace of the third person was found at the scene. There were only traces of you and your wife in the whole room."
"There are no signs of strong damage to the security door, and there are no traces of steel cables on the windows."
"There are only your fingerprints on the dagger."
"And before the incident, someone heard you and your wife having a violent argument. We also found your diary on your computer."
"In your diary, you said that your business failed, and that your wife's attitude towards you plummeted after the business failed. We have every reason to suspect that you killed yourself after a violent quarrel because you were dissatisfied with your wife's attitude towards you. 's wife."
"You have sufficient criminal motive, and the criminal clues at the scene completely point to you."
"How can it be!!!"
The tuberculosis rabbit stuffed his fingernails into his mouth with disbelief in his eyes. His whole body was shrouded in grief and unacceptable, and his body was trembling and huddled together.
He looked like he was in deep sorrow after his wife's death.
There was no refutation of the accusations made by the police officer in front of him, and he just fell into the endless sadness after his wife's death.
After a long time.
The tuberculosis rabbit, who was in a better state of mind, raised his head and looked at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "Have you caught him?"
"who?"
"murderer."
"According to the current clues, all the fingers point to you, and you are the biggest suspect."
"roll!"
With an angry expression and regardless of his own injuries, Tutu Rabbit straightened up his upper body and threw the pillow on the hospital bed at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "A bunch of idiots!!!"
After one hour.
The middle-aged police officer standing outside the ward leaned against the wall, frowning and lost in thought, and then spoke hoarsely after a moment.
"I believe what he says."
“The place is so clean, it’s as if it was deliberately arranged.”
"Let's make a hypothesis."
He turned his head and looked at the young trainee police officer beside him: "If you failed to start a business and had an emotional breakdown and killed your wife, how would you deal with it?"
"me?"
The trainee police officer following the middle-aged police officer hesitated and said: "I'm not married yet, so I can't quite understand this kind of emotional breakdown, but if it were me, I might wipe off the fingerprints on the murder weapon first. "
"That's right."
The middle-aged police officer nodded expressionlessly: "This step is very important. Almost most people will subconsciously make some hidden actions whether they have an emotional breakdown or accidentally kill the person next to them."
"For example, removing fingerprints, destroying traces of crime, or destroying corpses to eliminate traces, etc."
"This is a subconscious feedback from the person's self-preservation system."
"Even most of the criminals who surrendered after the incident had done these actions before surrendering. They surrendered for many reasons, including being unable to bear the moral condemnation in their hearts, being tired of their escape journey, and wanting to have a solid sleep. sleep."
"But no matter what the case is, these criminals will subconsciously make some changes to the crime scene before surrendering, thereby concealing the fact that they are murderers."
"But the crime scene in our case was too perfect."
"The suspect's fingerprints on the murder weapon, the suspect's footprints at the crime scene, the suspect's motive in the computer diary, the off-site witnesses who heard the quarrel, and the deceased and the suspect who arrived at the scene, etc."
"The whole process looked like someone was hand-feeding us the credit for a murder case."
"If I hadn't known that my father was not the chief of the government, I would have suspected that this was a crime scene deliberately created by my father to give me credit."
"The entire crime scene almost perfectly overlaps with the crime scene cases we learned in the police academy."
"Forehead"
The young police officer standing next to the wall touched his nose in embarrassment, but his eyelids drooped, and he began to feel suspicious.
Put this way, it is indeed quite strange.
Could it be that his father, the director, gave him the credit for his quick promotion?
Is this kind of gong-feeding behavior a little too rough?
Please use more poison next time, that thing will do more credit.
"What do you mean, Captain?"
"What I mean is simple."
The middle-aged police officer lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth with eyes filled with vicissitudes of life, and said hoarsely: "Medical students all understand the truth, that is, in reality, it is almost impossible to see cases that are exactly the same as those in teaching."
"The cases in teaching are just perfect cases, but in reality there are many variables."
"Once an identical perfect case appears, 90% of the cases can be buried directly."
"We should also understand that in reality it is almost impossible to have a perfect case that is consistent with the textbook. There should also be various variables. If you encounter one, you must be suspicious."
"Based on the information we gathered, I have an inference that the suspect is someone else. This person broke into the house and killed someone, then destroyed the crime scene and fled the place."
"Forehead"
The young police officer leaned against the wall and was deep in thought without speaking. He was a little reluctant to let the captain continue to investigate. After the captain's reminder, he suspected that this thing might really be the work of his father, in case his father's head was found. Come on, it would be great fun.
He coughed lightly and spoke tentatively.
"That captain, except for the suspect's transcript, all the other points pointed at the suspect so far have actually been able to convict him. His contribution to the murder case is not small."
"Captain, you are the main person in charge of this case, and you also get the lion's share of the credit."
"Isn't it a bit of effort to add extraneous details?"
His meaning was simple. Regardless of whether this man was the real murderer or not, since the evidence pointed to him, they would convict this man of being a murderer. At least they would get the credit.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the young police officer next to him with a cold face: "Remember your declaration before joining the job, our goal is to find out the truth and redress the people's injustice, not to randomly determine unjust, false and wrong cases."
(End of chapter)
