“...... What?"

Director Zvi still didn't do enough to hide his surprise and surprise, and his drooping cheeks fanned uncontrollably.

"Are you teasing me?" said Director Zvi, who was unable to suppress his anger and shame, rushed straight at the words.

Hodden finally straightened up, turned to look at Director Zvi, and showed a big smile, "Did you just find out now?"

“...... You!" Director Zvi thought he might be bleeding from his brain.

Hodden then added, "Don't worry, I'm not that idle, and you're not that important, in this room, the dead are the most important." ”

Burst.

One more stab.

Director Zvi's entire upper body trembled violently like chaff, and on his thick neck, he could clearly see the green tendons protruding, just like Ouyang Feng, the "Western Poison" who was brewing toad skills, but this power still had no way to release it after all, and it was expected that the internal injuries would be serious.

Holden's footsteps came to Nightingale's body and said in a loud voice, "Based on the available clues, it is concluded that Nick Nightingale should have committed suicide." ”

"What?" said Issa and Julian's startled voices, unable to believe their ears.

Director Zvi realized that he had really been tricked, and his angry expression changed from purple to iron blue and then to pale, as wonderful as a traffic light.

"Høden!" Issa called, a little worried that Director Zvi would just hang up here, and that would be a bad thing.

"Hodden!" Julian shouted, "Are you sure?

Hoden pursed the corners of his lips, noncommittal, he had no intention of taking care of it at all, but analyzed it on his own.

"On the night of the crime, Nightingale must have encountered some unexpected horror, perhaps a hallucination, perhaps a ghost, or perhaps his own demons. ”

Whatever it was, this sparked Nightingale's fear, and he began to scream and scream. But it only lasted for a moment, and after being unexpectedly interrupted by his next-door neighbor, he came back to his senses - by this time he had understood the situation, and most likely, he knew what was going on. ”

So, he used an excuse to reassure his neighbors and sent away his own life-saving straw. ”

This time, Issa wasn't convinced by Holden, and she shook her head slightly, "It doesn't make sense. If the murderer is in the house, and the murderer tells Nightingale not to call for help, or else he will kill innocent people, that's a more reasonable explanation, isn't it? Have you forgotten the fire escape?"

Of course, this should be a more reasonable explanation. Hodden nodded his head in agreement, "But let's review Nightingale's death trajectory together." ”

Death trajectories?

What the hell is that?

Julian and Director Zvi didn't know why, but Issa's attention was entirely focused on Holden, and she realized that she had to keep up with Holden at this point, or ...... You might be lost.

"He sensed the threat, so he called out in terror, but he persuaded the next-door neighbor away, what happened next?"

Hodden's footsteps walked towards the wall, the bloodstained wall, and then pointed to the thin scratches on the wall.

Then the threat reappeared, and little by little it began to oppress Nightingale. ”

"He started scratching the wall, then hitting the wall, and finally against the wall. It's a process of escalating fear and moving around the room. ”

"We can see through the scratches on the walls, which started as simple nail marks, then blood marks, then large bump marks, and finally whole body friction marks. ”

"If you look closely, you can see that the color of the dried blood is the same as the traces, and there are subtle changes in the strength and time. ”

The result of these details is that the fear escalates. Nightingale tried to escape, but was never able to do so. ”

"Well, there is a suspicion here: the windows are open, the doors are not locked, and there are living people next door, so why can't Nightingale escape? More importantly, since Nightingale is always on the run, which means that her hands are not tied, and her survival instinct is still working, why didn't she resist?"

"Either the opponent is too strong for Nightingale to resist and can only beg for mercy, or ...... Nightingale didn't know how to resist. ”

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

Hoden's footsteps walked freely in the room, and everywhere he went was bloody and messy, and then he explained and analyzed the ins and outs in a gentle tone, as if he did not perceive any emotional fluctuations, and that sanity and composure further contrasted with the horror of the scene.

Before you know it, goosebumps begin to rush out, and that creepy horror gripped the heart so tightly that it was impossible to breathe.

Whew.

Whew.

The sound of the air flowing blew the hairs on the surface of the skin, and a shiver jumped on his back, and Director Zvi subconsciously turned his head to look back, and then saw Paxia and the other two security guards who were cautiously popping their heads out of the door, and their hearts stopped beating for a second.

But Director Zvi was not able to shout, and his mouth was firmly closed, and the shout was swallowed, and large cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

And Hoden's voice still didn't stop.

"At this point, we still can't rule out the possibility of him killing, and the next step is the focus. Nightingale reached out and pulled out her eyeballs. ”

Vomit!

As soon as the words fell, everyone present could detect the stomach surge, even Issa, only Hoden's voice continued to ring.

"Four pieces of evidence prove it. ”

"First, the blood and residual fragments of Nightingale's right index and middle fingers, which are the tissues of the eyeball. ”

Second, from the shape and appearance of the eyeball, it can be analyzed that Nightingale used too much force and almost burst the eyeball, which is not a professional technique. ”

"Thirdly, you look closely at Nightingale's neck, where there are blue finger prints, you can judge from the finger prints, this is Nightingale's own hands turned over and pinched the neck to create the mark, if it is a third party, the angle and strength of the mark will be different. ”

As he spoke, Horden opened and pinched his neck with both hands, with his palms facing outwards and his thumbs facing inward, and then wrapped his four fingers around his neck, simulating fingerprints.

The young man's face was so creepy that even Issa's eyes widened, but she forced herself to look at Nightingale's neck, and then she could see a faint handprint—too faint to fade into the blood.

Issa frowned slightly, "So faint, are you sure?If he dares to gouge out his own eyes, then the force of pinching his neck can't be so weak, can he?"