Liang Yinuo said to him: "Master, we just received an alarm call and someone jumped off the building."
Zhou Zhimo put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Liang Yinuo: "What's going on?"
Liang Yinuo replied: "The specific situation is not clear yet."
"The owner of Tianfu No. 1 Community called. Suddenly a woman jumped down from upstairs and died on the spot. The scene was tragic."
Zhou Zhimo stood up: "Let's go and have a look."
Liang Yinuo was a little worried: "We can go, you can rest first."
Zhou Zhimo waved his hand: "I'm fine."
"From now on, please don't have too much close contact with me. Please stay safe."
"Carry out your normal work as usual, don't make it special."
Zhou Zhimo has always been rigorous and serious about his work, and Liang Yinuo also knows that talking too much is useless, so he can only work harder to reduce his pressure.
Soon we arrived at Tianfu No. 1 community, walked into the community gate, and saw many people gathered around the building directly opposite the gate from a distance.
Liang Yinuo and Zhou Zhimo strode over: "Who is the property manager?"
A man in his fifties, wearing a suit, with a slightly chubby figure and a heavy head, walked over: "I am the property manager of this community, Wan Cheng."
Zhou Zhimo nodded and said hello: "Hello, Manager Wan."
"When was this discovered? Who discovered it first?"
Wan Cheng told him: "The property cleaning workers discovered it half an hour ago."
"Xiao Li is collecting the trash cans nearby and is preparing to move them outside the door to wait for the garbage truck to collect them."
"That's what happened."
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "What is the situation of this person?"
Wan Cheng said: "She is a resident of 1502, and there is a young couple living at home."
"She looks quite young and has only been married for more than a year."
"This house used to be lived in by the man's parents. After it was renovated before the wedding, the young couple moved in."
Zhou Zhimo asked: "Have you contacted your family members?"
Wan Cheng told him: "I called the hospital first. It's right next door to the community and it came quickly."
Wan Cheng spread his hands: "But there is no hope."
He continued: "At the same time, the police were called."
"Then immediately, quickly find the contact information of the family members."
"The number left here is no longer available."
"We haven't found the contact information yet, and people in the office are looking for it urgently."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhimo said to him: "Let Xiao Li come for a visit."
He turned around and ordered Liang Yinuo: "Disperse the crowd and let's take notes first."
"Have you notified the medical examiner?"
Liang Yinuo nodded: "I just contacted Forensic Doctor Su and will be here soon."
Wan Cheng waited for them to stop and quickly went over to explain: "That Xiao Li is still in the security room now and may not be able to come."
"I'm not usually very courageous. When I got down just now, I was less than two meters away from her."
Wan Cheng pointed at the scene: "Blood and other things spattered and flew onto her body and face."
"I screamed in fear and fainted. I haven't recovered yet."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhimo said to him: "Okay, wait until we finish investigating the scene, and then go find her."
"Manager Wan, give me the owner's information."
Wan Cheng nodded: "Okay, I'll go to the office and get it."
Liang Yinuo had already invited most of the onlookers away, leaving only a few old aunts and uncles watching not far away.
There is never a shortage of spectators, who will also give some opinions.
Zhou Zhimo squatted down and looked carefully at the surrounding spray. The deceased's body was face down, his neck was twisted, and his hair covered his face.
The whole body collapsed softly on the road paved with bricks, and there was no sign of blood flowing anymore.
Before they came, the ambulance from the hospital next door to the community had already arrived. Seeing that the deceased had lost signs of life, they left.
After Liang Yinuo took photos and records, Zhou Zhimo also stood up and waited for the forensic doctor to arrive.
At this time, the onlookers came closer, and an aunt said: "Police, this woman is young, why can't she think about it?"
"A newly married couple, maybe the man is cheating on her outside, and she won't be able to bear it, right?"
Another aunt pulled her sleeve: "Don't talk nonsense. I have seen them coming in and out together. They are very affectionate."
The aunt who spoke first defended: "What do you know?"
"Those young people now know how to play."
"On the surface they look like a loving couple, but behind the scenes everyone is doing their own thing and spending a lot of money."
An old man hunched his back slightly and said in a low voice: "The young man died with a lot of resentment. If you stay here and chant, you won't be afraid of the ghost cutting out your tongue at night."
"Do you think you have a long life?"
The aunt turned back and glared at him: "Damn old man, you cursed me to death, didn't you?"
The uncle walked away slowly: "I will never change my habit of joining in the fun. Listen to others' advice and eat enough."
"Go home early and prepare dinner."
Seeing that the aunts had not left, Zhou Zhimo asked them, "Have you all seen the deceased?"
Several people nodded and said one after another: "I've seen it, I've seen it."
Zhou Zhimo asked again: "When was the last time you saw her?"
Several people looked at each other, and after thinking: "I saw them coming back together the day before yesterday."
Another aunt said: "I saw her taking the express delivery home yesterday, with her hair down."
These aunts would stroll downstairs several times almost every day, and not even a fly could escape their eyes.
Zhou Zhimo asked his colleagues to find out the information about the deceased based on the information about the head of household given by Wan Cheng.
He looked at the message on his phone: "The homeowner, Lin Shenglong, was a leading cadre of a certain unit and has been dead for three years."
"The landlord's son, Lin Jiajun, is 33 years old and works in a certain unit."
"Lin Jiajun's wife is Fang Qiyuan. She is 27 years old and has been released from bail. No recent employment information has been found. The two have been married for a year and a half."
Zhou Zhimo called Lin Jiajun's phone number sent by his colleague: "Hello, is this Lin Jiajun?"
The other party agreed: "Yes. Where are you from?"
Zhou Zhimo told him: "I am Zhou Zhimo from the Public Security Bureau. I am in the community where you live. Come back now."
Lin Jiajun asked him with a smile: "Are you a policeman? Are you making fraudulent calls?"
Zhou Zhimo said in a deep voice: "Something happened to your wife Fang Qiyuan, please come back as soon as possible."
Lin Jiajun frowned slightly and sat upright on the chair: "What did you say? What happened to my wife?"
In less than ten minutes, Lin Jiajun came back.
A tall and thin man with long legs ran over anxiously.
The forensic doctor was squatting on the ground and carefully examining the body of the deceased. Lin Jiajun rushed to him and knelt down. He lowered his head, trembled his hands, and cried: "Wife, wife, what's wrong with you?"
