"We don't know yet." Luo Qi shrugged. "Although it is an inaccessible back wall of the community, no one will walk there. Therefore, the situation on site is quite complicated. The ground is a cement floor, and it is basically impossible to collect data. No valuable footprints were found, and a lot of human and wild cat and dog excrement was found on the flower bed behind the fence. However, we still have questions about whether these people who went to urinate near the back wall of the community had anything to do with Liu Peng’s death. Need to do further analysis.”
"Well, there is also the eyeball." Zhou Wensheng nodded and said, "Eyeballs were dug out directly in front of Liu Peng or behind him, but glass balls were stuffed into Liu Peng's eye sockets. This It’s very special. You must check the pair of glass balls carefully to see if you can find any clues on them.”
The glass balls in Liu Peng's eyes were too abrupt.
Who could have put it in?
The murderer who took out his eyeballs?
Or is it someone else?
Zhou Wensheng vaguely felt that there seemed to be something hidden behind the pair of glass balls that he didn't know yet.
"Okay." Luo Qi nodded in agreement.
"Have you checked the surveillance near the community?" Zhou Wensheng asked after taking a puff of cigarette.
"I heard that arrangements have been made, but the time is too short, so no valuable clues should have been found yet."
"Ding dong~" As soon as Luo Qi finished speaking, a notification tone came from the mobile phone next to him.
Luo Qi glanced at his phone and said to Zhou Wensheng: "Sister Yanyan will be arriving soon, I have to help her."
"Autopsy report..." Zhou Wensheng called out to Luo Qi who was about to open the door and leave.
"Don't worry, the Board of Directors has already explained that all autopsies related to the case of the Inverse Pentagram will be given priority, and the autopsy report will be sent to you as soon as possible." After Luo Qi finished speaking, he opened the door and left the office.
With Luo Qi's departure, the office returned to silence.
Zhou Wensheng sat in front of the window with a cigarette in his mouth and picked up Liu Peng's autopsy report.
No toxic reactions were found in the body.
There are no signs of struggle on the body surface.
There was an irregular scar on his chest, which looked like a burn. It looked like an inverted five-pointed star.
Eyeball missing.
The nails of the deceased were clean and tidy, and no damage was found.
There is no residual human tissue between the nails.
There was a strangulation mark on the neck, but no cross or scratch marks.
Conclusions hit Zhou Wensheng's brain one after another.
Each one told Zhou Wensheng over and over again that Liu Peng committed suicide.
suicide……
Zhou Wensheng took out the photo taken at the scene.
In the photo, Liu Peng is leaning against the fence with his feet on the ground. The whole person stood in front of the fence with an eerie straightness.
If it weren't for the lowered head and the small pool of blood in front of his toes, no one would have thought that this man was dead.
Zhou Wensheng's eyes were focused on the fence behind Liu Peng, and his brows were frowning more and more.
At this height, it doesn't look like it could strangle someone.
Isn't this the first scene?
Zhou Wensheng stood up while thinking about it, his eyes wandering around the office.
He wanted to try it for himself.
After a while, Zhou Wensheng thoughtfully held the photo of Liu Peng's death scene and stood in front of the filing cabinet on the wall.
Zhou Wensheng turned his back, stood on tiptoes, and fumbled with the cabinet door handles behind him with both hands.
After a moment, he found the handle slightly above his neck.
Zhou Wensheng turned around, looked at the handle and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he took off his coat and found a roll of plastic rope from the bottom of the filing cabinet.
After Zhou Wensheng made some gestures, he cut a section with the paper knife in the pen holder.
After doing this, Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment and hung his cell phone on the belt around his waist. If something unexpected happened, he could still call for help.
After making all preparations, Zhou Wensheng came to the filing cabinet. He took a deep breath, stood on tiptoes, and tied his neck to the cabinet door handle with a rope.
How could this possibly strangle someone?
Zhou Wensheng stood on tiptoe and leaned against the cabinet, pondering the scene of Liu Peng's death.
My current appearance is almost the same as Liu Peng's on-site photo. I am also on tiptoe like Liu Peng, but it does not affect my breathing at all.
Zhou Wensheng never believed that Liu Peng would succeed in committing suicide in this state.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Zhou Wensheng gradually felt that it was a little difficult to stand on tiptoe.
The soreness coming from the forefoot made Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but want to put his heels on the ground and relax.
Before Zhou Wensheng could make up his mind, his heels landed on the ground first.
The solid feeling of returning to the ground made Zhou Wensheng feel comfortable all over his body. The only uncomfortable thing was that the rope tied around his neck was a little tighter than before, which made Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but stretch his neck upwards. Stretch.
Stretching his neck upward, Zhou Wensheng was able to breathe freely again.
Zhou Wensheng touched the rope around his neck and fell into deep thought.
If you stand on tiptoe for a long time, you will feel tired and want your heels to touch the ground. When your heels hit the ground, the rope around your neck will become tight.
Is this why Liu Peng strangled himself to death?
But if you stretch your neck, you can breathe freely...
Did Liu Peng never think about saving himself?
Impossible... How could the body's instinctive desire to survive be suppressed so easily?
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Wensheng felt his neck was a little sore and sleepy, and he stood on tiptoe again helplessly.
In this way, Zhou Wensheng kept alternating between tiptoeing and stretching his neck, and the alternating time became shorter and shorter unknowingly.
Zhou Wensheng, who stood on tiptoe, felt desperate for the first time.
There was a stinging pain in the soles of the feet, and the uncontrollable trembling in the calves was caused by the cramping pain.
The rope around his neck did not change its position, but Zhou Wensheng felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and even a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and back.
Flustered, flustered like never before.
Zhou Wensheng's hand moved toward his waist, wanting to call for help.
Snapped!
Perhaps because he was too tired, Zhou Wensheng's hand did not grab the phone. The phone slipped from his waist and fell heavily to the ground.
"Xiaoyi Xiaoyi." Zhou Wensheng called the phone's voice system while breathing heavily.
But I don’t know why, no matter how many times Zhou Wensheng called, the phone just didn’t respond at all.
Zhou Wensheng felt that he could no longer hold on.
"boom!"
Just when Zhou Wensheng struggled and rolled his eyes, the office door was knocked open.
"Boss! What are you doing?!" Wang Bin's voice rang in his ears, and Zhou Wensheng seemed to see hope of survival.
"Save me..." Two words squeezed out of Zhou Wensheng's throat.
Wang Bin rushed to the table, picked up the paper knife, raised the knife and dropped it, and the plastic rope instantly fell to the ground.
Fresh air rushed into Zhou Wensheng's lungs, choking him to the point where he fell to his knees and coughed.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Wang Bin held the paper knife, hiding Zhou Wensheng behind him, and scanned the small office with a pair of sharp eyes.
"Who hung you on the cabinet?" After confirming that there was no third person in the office, Wang Bin helped Zhou Wensheng sit down on the sofa, poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhou Wensheng's hand.
"Ahem..." Zhou Wensheng took a sip of water and coughed again.
"It's me...cough cough..." Zhou Wensheng coughed until his face turned blood red.
"Are you crazy?" Zhou Wensheng's answer made Wang Bin suspect that he was hallucinating. "Even if the case can't be solved, I won't commit suicide to apologize!"
