Xiaofeng watched the small reaction nervously. He squatted down and got closer.
Liang Yinuo also cooperated and turned his cell phone to the nearest place: "What is this?"
Xiaofeng first took pictures, then took out tools and gently collected evidence: "These are the sawdust and screws here, which scratched the skin and left blood stains and fibrous tissue."
After doing all this carefully, Xiaofeng stood up: "There are few things in the room and the surface is rough, making it difficult to extract fingerprints."
"I'll go check out the yard and the path I came from. Maybe I'll have a chance to find fingerprints."
Zhou Zhimo agreed: "Okay, let's go out and have a look together."
"There is nothing else in this room."
This trip was quite rewarding. Xiaofeng got rid of the dejection of the previous days and walked faster.
Xiaofeng walked in front and gestured: "If the murderer comes out after killing someone, this is the only way he can leave."
"Would he wash his hands first to avoid the crowd?"
Zhou Zhimo pointed to another room: "The water is in that room, go and have a look."
Xiaofeng arrived in the kitchen and went straight to the bucket, but after some inspection, he found that the bucket, ladle, basin, and even the bowl were not left out, but there was no blood reaction, and there were not many fingerprints.
Xiaofeng's enthusiasm just now was suddenly thrown cold water by this winter, and he lost his direction for a while.
Zhou Zhimo comforted him: "Don't worry, let's go check out other places."
The three of them left the yard and searched carefully along the path, hoping to see any clues.
After all, if you take away a body, there will always be traces left behind, most likely blood stains.
I went all the way to the roadside and found nothing.
Looking at Xiaofeng's drooped head, Zhou Zhimo smiled and stepped forward to pat his shoulder, comforting him with a smile: "Okay, there is still something to gain."
"The physical evidence you collected may be a breakthrough in the case."
As a veteran police officer, Zhou Zhimo knew very well that Xiaofeng was introverted and had only been working for a short time.
Participating in this case also consciously trained him.
He also wants to perform well, but there has been no new progress in the past few days, and he is also under great pressure.
Seeing that it might be difficult to find new clues for a while, Zhou Zhimo didn't want to see Xiaofeng's newly ignited enthusiasm extinguished, so he said to him: "In this way, you can take all the collected evidence back for analysis. ,hurry up."
"We will continue to investigate here and divide our troops into several groups to be more efficient."
Liang Yinuo took out the key and handed it over. Xiaofeng squeezed Noonuo and said, "I haven't driven much since I got my driver's license. My skills are not good."
Zhou Zhimo couldn't help but laugh: "The journey is not far and it's not easy to walk."
He looked at Liang Yinuo: "In this case, you two go back together."
Liang Yinuo didn't want to retreat: "I want to stay here with you."
Zhou Zhimo said to him: "It takes an hour to go back and forth. Go back and hurry up. I'll give you three hours in total."
"Gather back with the results."
After hearing his arrangement, Liang Yinuo happily agreed and called to Xiaofeng: "Let's go back and get the iron certificate."
After the two left, Zhou Zhimo was still thinking, why couldn't other blood stains be found at the crime scene?
The sheets and covers were all taken away, was it just to cover up the blood from the collision on Huang Juhua's head?
Where is the scene where the murderer dismembered his body?
Zhou Zhimo carefully observed the hillside where the bones were found that day, and his colleagues also scanned the area and found no large area of blood.
The weather has been very dry recently and there has been no rain. If there is blood on the mountain, it cannot be washed away.
Zhou Zhimo thought to himself: "Is there a second murder scene that has not been found?"
"And what those two women saw, the figure flashing by the river, who could it be?"
Zhou Zhimo stood on the side of the road with his hands on his hips, looking at Huang Juhua's house opposite, as if there was a layer of mist, and a gust of wind, as if the middle-aged woman was crying softly.
Zhou Zhimo walked forward along the road and went to Zhao Hongsheng's house.
Colleagues have come over to check and found no useful clues.
The land here is vast and sparsely populated, and every household has a large yard.
Zhao Hongsheng's yard is different from the bright one in front of the yellow chrysanthemum door. It is a bit dark with trees.
The lower slope in front of Laofangtou's courtyard is covered with lush bamboo forests, which adds a bit of tranquility and elegance.
There is also a bamboo forest in front of Zhao Hongsheng's door, which is sparsely scattered and interspersed with pine trees and other miscellaneous trees. It is full of decadence.
Zhou Zhimo thought to himself: "The environment in front of the door really looks like the owner."
Thinking of this, he shook his head subconsciously and warned himself not to have preconceived subjective thoughts, which would affect the investigation of the case.
Although no murder evidence was found in Lao Fangtou's house, and there were no problems in the interrogation, Lao Fangtou was the biggest suspect due to his professional dismemberment techniques and tools.
Zhou Zhimo walked slowly around the yard. The ashes on the ground caught his attention.
He squatted down and looked carefully. It was probably a piece of bamboo, but there were some different colors on the ashes.
Zhou Zhimo suspected that those black stains were dried blood.
He quickly took out his cell phone to take pictures, put on his gloves, and gently took some out and put them into the evidence bag.
As soon as he stood up, the phone rang: "Boss, we have finished the investigation and are heading back. Where are you? We will come find you."
When Zhou Zhimo heard this, he looked towards the road outside Shulin: "Then you go back and pass by Zhao Hongsheng's house. Come directly."
"I'm in his yard right now."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhimo waited for others to arrive.
Soon, Fang Jun and his colleagues were seen arriving on the road.
Xiao Qin shouted: "Boss."
Zhou Zhimo responded: "I'm here, come up."
Several people were very fast and came running.
Xiao Qin didn't have time to breathe, so he put his hands on his knees and looked up at him: "Boss, something happened to Zhao Hongsheng."
Zhou Zhimo didn't expect it and looked at the people: "What's going on?"
Xiao Qin took a deep breath: "On the way, the village chief called Fang Jun and said that Li Erwa found Zhao Hongsheng lying in the ditch."
Zhou Zhimo was worried: "How is he doing?"
Fang Jun hurriedly took a step forward: "My uncle said that Li Erwa was tending sheep and saw Zhao Hongsheng lying motionless in the ditch."
"Li Erwa thought he was dead, so she called my uncle."
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "Where is he? Let's go quickly."
Fang Jun said: "My uncle has already asked someone to carry it."
"Li Erwa is usually startled. My uncle was afraid that he would scare him, so he called a few strong laborers."
Zhou Zhimo decided to go take a look. Huang Juhua's case was not clear yet, and the suspect was in trouble again. He saw that the sky was gray.
"Fang Jun, do you know the place? Take us there."
Fang Jun said: "There is no road on the mountain, so it is difficult to walk."
Zhou Zhimo said anxiously: "Are we still afraid of losing our way?"
