"Yes, it's hard to write. This bastard is a fake literati and a real hooligan. Often shouting in the middle of the night, the noisy neighbors are reluctant to be peaceful. is always half-naked, pretending to be a ghost to scare the big girl and the little daughter-in-law. Playing hooligans is also very eloquent, saying that this is experiencing life. made the wife and children walk with their heads down in the courtyard, embarrassed to see people.

A few words of kindness from his neighbors, he not only did not repent but also waited for an opportunity to take revenge. rubbed the people and things that happened in the neighborhood into his novels, and then used his dirty thoughts to make the content low-grade and obscene. Some of them don't even change their names! You go and sue him? The bad novels he wrote didn't even have a book number, and he often changed his pen name.

In short, the entire community, inside and outside, up and down, old and young, was offended by him. His wife also divorced him two years ago and returned to her home with her children. Others write novels and go to the heart, but he writes novels and goes to the kidneys. In the words of his wife, the novel he wrote was a "hooligan autobiography", a cancer of society, and sooner or later people would have to undergo surgery. At this time, Shao Guowei's face was already red, and several people around him were shaking their heads and sighing.

"Brother Shao, do you also live in this building? It seems that this Cao Leping's character is indeed a little unbearable. Luo woke up with a faint surprise in his heart, and asked casually.

"Lao Shao lives in Building 3, which is next to the south gate of the community. He is a volunteer inspector in the community and just retired this year. Liu Ping glanced behind Luo Xing, and unexpectedly took over the conversation.

"Then I won't bother a few old men? I'm going to go up and have a look. When I have time, I have to trouble a few people, and then tell me about this Cao Leping in detail. I'm interested in him. When Luo woke up, he found that Sui Jinsong was walking towards here, so he stopped the topic. He waved his hand and walked into the hallway.

The corridor is cramped. The slope is very high, and if two people are parallel at the corner, they have to stagger to pass. There is no light in the hallway, or it may be broken. Although the sky was already bright at this time, the corridor still seemed very dark and cold.

This old-fashioned tube building, which will be demolished, has six units, four units on the first floor, and two on the left and right. There are two public restrooms for men and women on each floor, and the kitchen is also shared by two households. The living environment is very crowded.

Luo woke up and couldn't go up until he reached the second floor. There are five or six uniformed police officers standing in the corridor on the second floor, almost filling the public area of the entire corridor.

Feng Guodong poked his head out of the men's toilet facing the stairs with a flashlight, "It's really smelly, maybe it's blocked?" Seeing Luo wake up, he nodded, "I'll take you in? ”

Luo woke up and squeezed through the crowd, and followed Feng Guodong to the right, that is, the first door on the west side. The room has been set up with strong lights, and it is very bright and dazzling. This section of the aisle on the west side is piled up with a lot of debris, so it becomes even more cramped. On the north side of the doorway is the kitchen shared by the two households, and Cao Leping's room is on the south side facing the kitchen.

Luo woke up and stood in the doorway, adjusting to the brief blindness caused by the change in light. was about to bend down to change into shoe covers, and Sister Mu, who was checking the keyhole in the door, straightened up, "No need to change, it's not bad for your two." The traces here are no different from those on the street. Just bring gloves and come in and see for yourself. ”

Luo woke up and nodded at Sister Mu, put on gloves and walked into the room. This is a room with a simple furnishings, almost as simple as the four walls of the house. The outer room is about 14 square meters in size, and there is an old-fashioned single iron bed by the window. The half-worn Simmons had no sheets on it, and towels and pillows were piled messily on the bed.

The windows are old-fashioned wooden sash windows. The glass is divided in small pieces, making the windows appear narrow. Even on a sunny summer day, the lighting in the house is not good. The curtains are floor-to-ceiling, and only the one on the left is still in place. The other was rolled up in a ball and stacked in a corner under the windowsill.

On the west side stands a tall bookshelf that occupies almost half of the wall. There are only a handful of books and magazines on the shelves, and most of the rest are filled with pots and pans. It looks cluttered.

On the east side, against the wall, there is a three-drawer table and two round stools, on which are stacked many fast food boxes that have been eaten. A few green-headed flies were still persistently circling around it, buzzing, making the slightly silent room a little more noisy.

A few pairs of dusty leather shoes were scattered behind the door. There are a few pairs of changed clothes and pants hanging on the basin shelf, which is also the way it has been for some time. There are also a few socks that can barely stand up.

The whole room smells filthy and messy, but it is very suitable for the life of a single man who lives alone. The only thing that seems out of place in the room is a large black-and-white art photograph hanging on the east wall.

The gold frame is about 60x80 cm in size, and it is clean and dusty.

The man in the photo is handsome and elegant, and his head is meticulously combed. Dressed in a straight suit, he stood tall with a civilized stick in both hands. With a carved pipe in his mouth, cyan smoke was rising and blurring his slender eyes. The uninhibited smile on the corner of his mouth makes the whole person look outstanding.

This is a man full of charm. Could this be Cao Leping, who was "struck by lightning"? Luo woke up and looked at it with interest.

The door to the small suite is next to the smelly three-drawer table. The door is pushed inwards and opens to the left when pushed open. At this time, Zhang Xiaoling had already changed into a neat white coat, wearing an exploration lamp on his head, half-squatting on the ground of the small suite, and was inspecting the corpse with a focused expression. didn't look up and said hello to Luo when he woke up.

Due to the strong lights, the room felt very stuffy at this time.

The suite is very small, about a little over six square meters. The furnishings are still simple, facing the door is an old-fashioned writing desk with a lamp on it. This is the only electrical appliance that Luo has found in the house so far.

In front of the table was a rattan high-backed, old-fashioned swivel chair with mottled armrests. An ashtray made of plastic planters sits next to the door to the right of the desk. The cigarette butts inside were almost full, and there were a few scattered on the ground. On the floor of the cabinet door on the left, there is also a wooden cloth with a wooden handle.

On the west side, against the wall, stands a simple double-door wardrobe, in which a few pieces of clothing from the four seasons are hung. The state at a glance, because the cabinet door has been dropped.

On the south side is a half-length window sill and a narrow door, and outside the window is a simple recessed balcony. Cao Leping's body was face down, with his head and feet lying less than a meter from the balcony door. He was wearing only a hurdle vest and briefs.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoling had completed the inquest of the corpse in its original state, and was asking people to turn the corpse over. I saw that the deceased Cao Leping's face was pale and his eyes were slightly open. A large cone is inserted in the heart area.

There was only a small amount of blood on the floor in the room, and the manuscripts on the table were not scattered. Compared to the outhouse, it is much cleaner, and there seems to be no trace of a fight. Luo woke up and reached out and touched the bulb of the lamp on the table. The light is turned off, and the temperature of the bulb is slightly lower than the room temperature, which is estimated to have been turned off for a long time.

"Well, it's too small to fiddle with. Come over and take a few more flip-over photos, and my inquest here is over. Don't pull out the cone on your chest first, and wait for my autopsy report for the rest, right?" Zhang Xiaoling beckoned to the police officer in charge of sampling at the scene, stood up and stretched, and turned his head to look at Luo Xing again, "Sister Mu on the balcony has already been inspected, do you want to take a look for yourself?"

Luo woke up and nodded, and stepped over the corpse to the balcony. This small built-in balcony is more of a larger open storage room than a balcony. The concrete guardrail is about 140 centimeters above the ground, and it can be easily climbed. The gap is large, which is good for climbing. There was no clutter piled up on the balcony, except for two unloaded wardrobe doors on the east side, and a few stacks of bundled manuscript paper in the corner.

Luo woke up and leaned out from the balcony and looked down, about three meters above the ground. Almost none of the residents on the first floor of this community have installed guardrails, and it seems that the security situation is still very good. Luo woke up and compared the height of the bottom of the balcony from the second floor to the third floor. Based on the height of a normal male of 1.7 meters, it is almost effortless to climb to the upper floor by standing on the railing of the balcony on the lower floor.

Luo woke up and turned to look at the east side of the building, which was about twenty meters away from the east courtyard wall. Outside the courtyard wall is a fenced-off vacant lot, and the vegetation has been cleared. The ground has also been leveled, and it looks like construction is about to begin. There are several parts of the courtyard wall that have been damaged, whether it is drilled or turned, you can easily leave the dormitory compound of the Railway Bureau.

Luo woke up and squatted down to check the gap in the cement guardrail, but found no obvious climbing marks. But it seems to have been artificially wiped and is clean. The window between the balcony and the suite is open, and there is no sign of prying.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoling had already completed the finishing work, and the body had been packed into a black body bag. Zhang Xiaoling wiped the sweat from his face, "Okay, I'll talk about the situation here on the road later, the headlights here are too hot." I'm going to go down and cool off, my head is going to be oily. ”

Luo woke up and didn't speak, just nodded, and followed Zhang Xiaoling downstairs. Sui Jinsong and his entourage were still downstairs and were visiting the onlookers. Liu Ping was by Sui Jinsong's side and helped introduce something.

It's a stupid solution, but it's also the most effective. It's just that there are a lot of onlookers downstairs, so the focus is on a few residents on the first floor. When Cao Leping's body was carried out, a commotion erupted in the crowd. From time to time, there were a few cries that had been muffled, but some of them could still be distinguished.

Luo woke up with a few books from Cao Leping's bookcase under his arm, ready to go back and read them. In order to further understand the process of Cao Leping's psychological changes. and the gradation of the gradients.

Feng Guodong didn't know where to come out, and casually handed Luo Xing a file bag with a few pages in it. This is the investigation transcript of Cao Leping's neighbor Wang Defu and the two neighbors on the east side of the second floor, and the separate one is the investigation transcript of the four residents on the first floor. The handwriting is a bit messy, I wrote it. ”