Zhou Zhimo smiled and greeted Fang Jun: "Fang Jun, hello, I am Zhou Zhimo."
"Next, it's hard work for you to take us away."
Fang Jun was a little shy: "It's not hard, it should be."
Zhou Zhimo said to his colleagues: "Follow Fang Jun, go through the roster one by one, and register."
"Liang Yinuo, you and I will go to Huang Juhua's house again."
Everyone dispersed and went about their business.
I came to Huang Juhua's house again and crossed the cordon. There were more dead leaves in the yard than last time. There were not many leaves left on the trees beside the yard.
Liang Yinuo turned around and looked around: "Master, luckily it's broad daylight."
"This woman is also brave. She has lived here alone for so many years, and there is not even a soul except on the road opposite."
"It's so scary at night."
Zhou Zhimo sighed softly: "Yes, I'm used to it, so it's okay."
As they talked, the two went directly into the back room. The empty house was clean in every corner.
Except for the wooden box for clothes and the bed, there was nothing else.
Zhou Zhimo came to the bed again and walked slowly along the bed.
He bent down to inspect carefully and reached out to touch, but still found nothing new.
Zhou Zhimo straightened up, hugged his chest with one hand, and raised his other hand to support his chin. He stood at the end of the bed, looking at the entire bed, trying to see some clues.
There were only two rooms, and the walls and floors had been checked, and there were no signs of fighting or collision.
The only noticeable difference was that the pillow on the bed was missing, and there were no other quilts in the house.
Zhou Zhimo stared at the bed for a long time. He slowly walked over and stroked the raised textures again.
He turned on the flashlight and took a closer look: "Liang Yinuo, make a video call to Xiaofeng."
Liang Yinuo didn't know what Zhou Zhimo discovered, but he still did as he was told: "Okay."
The connection was quickly connected. Xiaofeng was following others at the farmer's house. He was standing on the roadside with his mobile phone: "Yinuo, did you find anything?"
Liang Yinuo pointed the video at Zhou Zhimo: "I don't know, Master asked me to call you."
Zhou Zhimo took the phone, held it close to the textures that his hand had touched, and asked him: "Xiaofeng, last time you said that Huang Juhua's fatal injury was on his head?"
Xiaofeng answered firmly: "It was on the head, as if it was hit or hit hard, but the murder weapon could not be found."
"I asked forensic doctor Su for her opinion, and she had never seen anything that could cause that kind of injury."
Zhou Zhimo pointed to the carvings on the bedside and asked him, "Look carefully at the patterns on these carvings. Is it possible that the injury on Huang Chrysanthemum's head was caused here?"
Zhou Zhimo moved the camera from far to near, and then from near to far for him to observe.
Xiaofeng recalled the injury on Huang Juhua's skull in his mind: "Yes, yes, they match."
Zhou Zhimo said to him: "Then come here now, we will wait for you here."
Xiaofeng hung up the phone excitedly and ran to Huang Juhua's house. He couldn't wait to confirm the murder weapon.
Liang Yinuo put away his phone: "Master, are you saying that this is the first scene of Huang Juhua's murder?"
Zhou Zhimo nodded: "Yes, it's here."
Liang Yinuo looked at the room again, still having many doubts: "Master, once the walls and floor are stained with blood, it will be difficult to clean them."
"But there's no blood here, and there's no sign of new treatment."
Zhou Zhimo said nothing, and Liang Yinuo continued to ask: "Also, there is no blood on the bed."
"You can't just die without blood, right?"
"Or is it that she was moved to a second place after her death and the murderer dismembered her body?"
Liang Yinuo looked around and felt that the room was so cold. He rubbed his arms.
Zhou Zhimo told him: "That day I discovered that there was a lack of pillows on the bed, and the sheets and bedding were very clean, not even a hair on them."
"This season is very dry. Even people who love to be clean will inevitably leave a small amount of hair and dander on the bed."
"Moreover, she only has these beddings at home, and there are no replacement sheets, quilts, or quilts."
"Don't you think it's abnormal?"
"So, the bedding may have been replaced by the murderer after he removed it."
Zhou Zhimo pointed to the bedside: "There are also those carvings, the unevenness is quite large."
"I just checked the whole bed, and there was some dust in other places. Only there, it was scrubbed and it was very clean."
"If the guess is correct, the murderer probably found the blood stains on the yellow chrysanthemum flower and wiped it there, but the person did not wipe the other places."
After Zhou Zhimo's analysis, Liang Yinuo suddenly realized: "If you put it this way, you can understand it."
Footsteps sounded in the yard, and Liang Yinuo panicked: "Master, someone is coming."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "Xiao Feng is here to give you courage."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaofeng rushed in. When he saw the two of them, he stopped suddenly: "Wait a minute, I'm not wearing shoe covers."
He hurriedly bent over and took out his shoe covers from his pocket and put them on: "I'm so excited."
Zhou Zhimo smiled and said to him: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Liang Yinuo also breathed a sigh of relief: "You are too fast. I was shocked when I just heard the footsteps."
Xiaofeng came over: "I've been thinking about it for a few days, but I still haven't figured it out. I just received the video and I wanted to take a look quickly."
Zhou Zhimo understood Xiaofeng's mood very well and pointed it out to him: "Look again, is it this?"
Xiaofeng took out a piece of blue cloth from his pocket, put on his gloves, and gently spread the blue cloth on the bed. Then he knelt down and looked closely at the textures.
Seeing Xiaofeng's professional operation techniques, Liang Yinuo felt ashamed and hurriedly turned on the flashlight to help illuminate.
Xiaofeng took out the test paper from the tool bag and stuck it on, then dipped it in liquid and brushed it on the head of the bed, and soon there was a change.
Xiaofeng said: "This place has been stained with blood before."
"I'm going to take some back for testing now to see if they match those of yellow chrysanthemums."
His hands were busy: "Zhou Suo, this carved pattern matches the injury on Huang Chrysanthemum's head."
"The size of the injuries on the skull corresponds exactly to the size here in the middle."
Seeing that he had finally finished what he was doing, Zhou Zhimo asked him: "Check other places to see if there are any blood stains?"
Xiaofeng nodded: "Okay."
Xiaofeng was busy for a while, then shook his head frustratedly at Zhou Zhimo: "No other blood stains were found."
Zhou Zhimo comforted him: "Don't worry, at least we have found the source of Huang Juhua's fatal injury."
Xiaofeng reluctantly uncovered the quilts on the bed, took them layer by layer and put them on the cabinet: "I'll look for them again."
It was detected that there was a change in the blood stain detection on the bottom layer, on the wooden board on the inside of the bed.
