Seeing such a scene, Zhuang Youjie subconsciously wanted to scream again.
Liang Yuanque was well prepared and covered his mouth the moment he opened it, strangling Master Zhuang's scream in his throat.
Zhuang Youjie took several deep breaths to stabilize his emotions, and asked Liang Yuanque tremblingly,
"Could this be the crime scene?"
The flashlight in Liang Yuanque's hand kept scanning the entire room. His expression became more and more solemn as the full picture of the room emerged.
"Wang Ming's body had no obvious external injuries, and no blood had been drained."
"The only way to explain this amount of bleeding is that more than just Wang Ming himself died in the water village."
Liang Yuanque said, holding a flashlight and walked in. Zhuang Youjie didn't dare to take a step when he thought of the blood on the ground, so he stopped at the door.
"Didn't Wang Ming come in by himself? Does he have companions?"
Liang Yuanque concentrated on inspecting the scene and ignored him.
Judging from the location of the blood stains, there should have been a fight between two people in this room.
He walked slowly while looking at the blood stains on the ground, and gradually restored the scene of the crime in his mind.
He tentatively determined that the murderer who was the first to hurt someone was A, and the injured person was B. Then it was B who was stabbed by A at the door of the room.
B did not die immediately after being injured. Since A blocked the door, B could only crawl back into the room and seek help through the window.
But soon A followed and stabbed B many times near the window, so there was the most blood under the window sill.
Near the window, B may be dead, or may be temporarily unconscious, and then A drags B, who is covered in blood, into the room...
Wait, is this murderer mentally ill? Why did he drag the victim's body and continue to fight in the room?
Could it be that Person B was not dead at the time, and he wanted to drag the dying victim to death in this way?
Are you crazy? How about giving him another blow to make him happy?
Liang Yuanque squatted down and stroked a blood stain in the center of the room. The blood stain here was much shallower than other places. It could be seen that the bleeding wound was not very deep.
Then this definitely did not come from the injured B. Liang Yuanque raised his eyes and looked at the door. Zhuang Youjie at the door was confused and pointed at himself blankly.
Of course Liang Yuanque ignored him. What he was thinking was that there was another person named C at the murder scene.
He must have rushed to save people after hearing the noise upstairs, so he started fighting with A who was holding a murder weapon.
This pool of blood may be from A, or it may be from C.
He continued to look at the blood stains. There were several blood stains caused by small wounds like this in the room. The other stains should have been left when C successfully subdued A and tried to drag B to receive treatment.
Tsk, Liang Yuanque sighed in his heart, it was a very intense scene.
And during the observation just now, he discovered that these blood stains had actually been there for some time.
Although there is no way to accurately judge the color of the blood stains under the dim flashlight, it can be judged from the approximate color and dryness that these blood stains must be at least more than half a year old.
Judging from the stench of the corpse, there should be a corpse hidden here, or some body parts. Like the blood stains, it has been rotting here for at least half a year.
Maybe an unknown tragedy happened here after the wooden building was abandoned, or maybe someone sealed the building after the tragedy.
Liang Yuanque stood up and waved to Zhuang Youjie, "Come in."
Zhuang Youjie didn't dare to do it at first, but just then a gust of wind blew by, and he felt a cold sensation on his back. He was so frightened that he limped into the room.
"There should be a corpse or body parts hidden in this room. Come and look for it together." Liang Yuanque said to Zhuang Youjie while rummaging through the room.
Zhuang Youjie was stunned by the strong smell of corpses.
No, you, you let me?
Liang Yuanque calmly began to rummage around the room. Zhuang Youjie gritted his back teeth and opened the book on a wooden table.
"No, young master, is it possible that the body is caught in the book?" Liang Yuanque looked at him speechlessly.
"No, I, I'm a little..." Zhuang Youjie was incoherent and didn't know what to say.
Perhaps due to psychological effects, he felt that the smell of corpses in the air was getting stronger and stronger, almost penetrating every pore of his body and making him almost nauseous.
Liang Yuanque saw the resistance all over his body, and he was speechless with just one sentence, leaving him speechless.
"Master Zhuang, it was you who proposed to handle the case with me."
Zhuang Youjie's expression became very tangled. Yes, this was indeed what he proposed. Liang Yuanque still took him with him "reluctantly". He didn't want to help, so he wanted to back out. What did he say?
So he gritted his teeth and persuaded himself in his mind that it was just a corpse. At worst, it was a little disgusting. Anyway, he would not jump up and slap himself twice.
The moment a person makes up his mind, he will have an impulsive force. Driven by this force, Zhuang Youjie put aside his fear and resistance and neatly opened every drawer and cabinet door of the desk.
Maybe the storage space inside the desk was too small. Apart from some daily necessities with a musty smell, there wasn't even an object that looked like a murder weapon, let alone a corpse.
Judging from the layout, this room should be a bedroom, with a large double bed, a wooden desk with rough workmanship, some drawers and a standing cabinet, which should be used to store clothes.
Liang Yuanque pulled up the almost rotting quilts on the bed and threw them on the ground, but there was nothing under the quilts.
So he rummaged through the boxes and drawers one by one, and the only thing left in the room that had not been opened was the dark standing cabinet.
Zhuang Youjie was still a little worried when he looked at the cabinet. In his opinion, this place seemed to be a place to hide corpses.
The impulsive power he had just created in one go had begun to ebb. He pretended to have pain in his feet and moved slowly to the standing cabinet.
He put his hands on the armrests of the cabinet and took a deep breath to cheer himself up.
There was no one else around here, and it was very quiet at night, so his breathing was particularly clear. Seeing him in such trouble, Liang Yuanque said to the side,
"Forget it, you go and have a rest. I'll come back later."
These words seemed to challenge Master Zhuang's dignity as a man. He didn't want to be looked down upon, so he opened the cabinet door with all his strength.
The inside of the standing cabinet was very dark and it was hard to see what was inside. Liang Yuanque helped shine a flashlight in this direction.
Under this flashlight, Zhuang Youjie saw a petite man leaning on one side of the cabinet, standing with his legs bent!
No, this cannot be said to be a person, but a rotting corpse!
Zhuang Youjie still couldn't control himself and exclaimed.
