"If he committed suicide, he could just swallow Wu tou powder. Why bother with instant noodles?"
Meng Fei questioned.
"Maybe he's just hungry and he doesn't want to starve to death? Or maybe soaking it directly would be too unpalatable, so it would be more comfortable to eat it mixed with instant noodles."
Lao Qi found some far-fetched reasons.
Xiao Han, who doesn't often express opinions, couldn't help but make a hypothesis:
"Seven o'clock happens to be meal time. What if someone secretly put poison into his bowl of noodles?"
"That is impossible."
The old man stood up a little excitedly.
"There are cameras in the corridor. To ensure his safety, I have been watching the surveillance. In the past week, no one has entered or left his room except himself.
"Don't say that the camera has been tampered with. It can't happen here. I've been guarding it here for half a year, and I check it every day.
"If someone does something under my nose without me noticing, then please just take my head away.
"The criminal investigation team's investigation report also stated that when the deceased was found, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no possibility for outsiders to enter or exit."
The deceased died in a closed room where no one else had access. There is the same poison in the stomach and in the bowl of noodles. The remaining poison was in a plastic bag with the deceased's fingerprints on it.
Assuming this was a homicide, wouldn't the murderer have to have some kind of ability to "transport" through the air and "transport" the aconite powder in the bag of aconite powder to the noodles when Zhang Feng was eating noodles?
No wonder it was deemed a suicide by the criminal investigation team.
"Secret room murder?"
But Meng Fei became very interested. He loves reasoning, especially literal reasoning. Locked room murder is one of the most interesting types of mystery.
Once you have a secret room, your thoughts will become very focused. There is no need to think about all the possibilities, you only need to crack the secret room, and the murderer can often get to the bottom of things.
Of course, if the murderer is a person with supernatural powers, the possibilities become even greater. But dealing with people with superpowers is another thing he is better at.
"Walk."
Meng Fei stood up and waved his finger at Xiao Han.
"go to the scene."
Room 902, where Zhang Feng lived, was completely different from the messy university dormitory that Meng Fei recalled, where seven people crowded into one room.
Lao Qi opened the door and turned on the light. What they saw was a large room with a brown floor and bright windows.
On the left side of the door, against the wall, there is a silver stove and sink, and on the right side, there is a classic bathtub surrounded by a white shower curtain.
In the middle is a light yellow dining table. On the right side is a gray metal computer desk, a coffee-colored wood grained bookcase against the wall, and a bookcase filled with books.
To the left is a double bed with a stuffed teddy bear. There are still roses in the vase on the bedside table, but the flowers have withered for a long time.
Meng Fei opened the curtains. Sure enough, the windows here are tightly closed, the glass is intact, and there are no signs of damage. And this is the ninth floor, and the only one who can climb in through the window is Spider-Man.
There is no ventilation hole in the room that a person can crawl through, or a proper secret room where a person can enter and exit like in the crazy drama.
Unlike the crime scenes that have been investigated, there are no white lines marking the outline of the body on the ground. It is as clean as if nothing happened. The body had already been transported away.
"As the big boss requested, we restored this place to its original state."
Lao Qi pointed at the computer table and made a few gestures.
"At that time, he was lying here, his heartbeat and breathing stopped due to nerve paralysis. The uneaten instant noodles were next to him.
"Don't worry about damaging the scene. Photographs and samples have been taken at the scene. Fingerprints have been collected."
Now there are no uneaten instant noodles on the computer table, and there is no dead person lying on his back. There is only a black mobile phone.
"Zhang Feng's mobile phone was placed like this at the time."
Lao Qi pointed and then opened the drawer of the computer desk.
The drawers are relatively large, and all kinds of sundries are neatly stored. Among them was an inconspicuous plastic bag containing black powder.
"This is the remaining Wu Tau Noodles."
It is a sealed bag with a slot. After opening, it can be tightly sealed by tying it again.
Can't tell if it is opened for the first time. But anyone who drives it will definitely leave their fingerprints.
"scanning."
Meng Fei stared at Wu Tou's powder bag and activated the scanning skill in his mind.
He had already seen Zhang Feng's fingerprints on the investigation report. So if there is Zhang Feng’s fingerprint on the plastic bag, he can scan it.
Not only that, his skills are stronger than the criminal investigation techniques in this world. Criminal investigation techniques can generally only determine whose fingerprint it is. And he can also determine when the fingerprints were left.
But the result was surprising.
“Why are there no Zhang Feng’s fingerprints on this plastic bag?”
Meng Fei asked a little surprised.
"The powder has been sampled. The original plastic bag has been removed as evidence. This sealed bag has been replaced with a sealed bag of the same size."
Lao Qi took out the things, waved them in front of Meng Fei, and then explained in a low voice.
"The same goes for mobile phones. Zhang Feng's original mobile phone was taken away by the criminal case team. Now this one has been replaced with the same model.
"They copied all the data in Zhang Feng's phone to this phone. The SIM card was also inserted inside, and you can still make calls and send WeChat messages as usual.
"According to the minister's wishes, everything must be restored to its original state, as if Zhang Feng was not dead at all."
"Oh? Why is this?"
Not only did Lao Li want to conduct a secret investigation, but he also wanted to prevent the outside world from knowing that Zhang Feng was dead? Does this make any sense? Meng Fei was confused.
"Who dares to ask what the boss wants to do?"
Lao Qi shrugged helplessly.
"Then you also replaced these instant noodles, right?"
Meng Fei pulled out the cardboard box from under the computer desk. The carton was open, and inside was Pulsatilla Spicy Beef Noodles packaged in a disposable plastic bowl.
There are six barrels in a box, and there is one barrel left. It means it was eaten. The cartons still had the Chihuahua shopping tags on them.
Chihuahua is the most powerful shopping platform in the world and is famous for its speed. Often orders are placed in the morning and delivered in the afternoon.
"The date on the label is December 22nd, today. Zhang Feng died last night, so Zhang Feng definitely didn't buy this box."
"Yes, this is what I ordered today. It is the same brand and flavor of instant noodles from the same manufacturer. The remaining quantity is also the same."
Lao Qi touched his shiny forehead in embarrassment.
"The original instant noodles were taken away as physical evidence."
"Did you find anything? Has anyone tampered with those instant noodles? Are there any suspicious fingerprints?"
Although it was all in the investigation report, Meng Fei still wanted to hear what Lao Qi had to say. Maybe he would leak some details that were not in the report.
"They have checked all the remaining noodles. They are all normal. None of the packages are poisonous, and the packaging has not been tampered with in any way."
