"Glass?" Lin Yuan stared at the thing in Zhu Wei's hand and was taken aback, then looked around at the source of the glass, and then noticed the empty lamp head above his head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because there is no sunlight in it, there is no light at all, and there is an incandescent lamp in the four corners of the room, which is very dim, but it can clearly show everything in the room.

One of the four lights was missing, and the brightness was only lighter, which did not make people who entered the place for the first time feel uncomfortable.

The prison guard apparently noticed it as well, and quickly explained: "We usually clean this place once every three days, and the last time we cleaned it was yesterday morning. ”

"Hmm." Lin Yuan nodded slightly, then turned around and asked Li Jinfeng to take another lamp back for laboratory comparison, and then paced to the side of the bed, carefully examining Huang Mao's corpse.

Last time, he used the method he heard from He Xiao to destroy the regenerative tissue in his knees, so he is no different from an ordinary human now, so this time it shouldn't be fake death.

The wound on his forehead was blurred by blood, and it didn't seem to be as clear as the picture on the electronic screen.

Lin Yuan's gaze went down the yellow hair's facial features, glanced sideways at his neck, and slowly stretched out his hand to hook his collar, under the collar, there was a bloody mess, a little disgusting.

Lin Yuan hurriedly took his hand away and turned his back.

Zhu Wei on the side pursed her lips gently, "The carotid artery is the cause of death." ”

"Well, transport the body back first." Lin Yuan forcibly suppressed the surge in his chest, said softly, and turned around to glance at Huang Mao again.

Now, there should be absolutely no way to resurrect it.

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In the evening, the autopsy results came out, and the five people in the second group, plus Zhu Wei and Li Jinfeng, gathered in the small conference room to start a case analysis meeting.

Although there are not many people in the second group, and everyone is usually familiar with each other, Lin Yuan is the leader of the second group, and he can also play the role of the core bone at this time.

"I have already communicated with three groups, and we have two separate investigations into this case, they are responsible for the photo, and we are responsible for investigating the cause of Huang Mao's death." Lin Yuan opened his mouth first, although he knew that Huang Mao's name was Wei Jiang, but he seemed to be used to calling him like this.

"In this case, suicide is the most likely." Wei Zhuang took Lin Yuan's words and opened his mouth, and naturally glanced at everyone, "It's obvious that no one else can enter that prison. ”

"How do you explain the photo?" Lin Yuan asked rhetorically, putting his hands on the table, "Who took a picture of the deceased and then hacked the TV system, inserting it?" ”

"This ......" Wei Zhuang opened his mouth, but he couldn't explain it after all.

When discussing the facts of the case, there are often such collisions or questions, and everyone is used to it, because only continuous questioning can the results stand up to scrutiny.

When one party is questioned and speechless, it is obvious that the direction of the case has encountered an alley.

"Why don't I talk about the autopsy report first?" Zhu Wei glanced at everyone inquiringly, and after getting everyone's consent, she spoke: "The thickness of the wound and the incision teeth on the corpse's forehead are basically consistent with the fragments of the glass lampshade we found in his hand, which means that the murder weapon can basically be determined." ”

"The cause of death of the deceased was massive carotid artery hemorrhage, and no fingerprints of anyone else were found at the scene of the crime." Zhu Wei glanced at Li Jinfeng as she spoke, and asked for his consent.

"Well, I also asked the prison guards, and when they clean, they basically enter in sterile suits, with gloves and foot covers, so they don't leave any traces." Yang Pan interjected lightly, and then motioned for Zhu Wei to continue.

Zhu Wei smiled lightly, lowered her head and found two pieces of paper in the documents in her hand and handed them to everyone, "This is the scar on the deceased's forehead, and after cleaning, a string of very clear handwriting appeared, which looks more like numbers." ”

The crowd curiously circulated these two pictures, which were deliberately enlarged so that they could clearly see their outlines.

"That word means twenty, right?" Lin Yuan turned his head sideways, raised his hand and pointed to the "twenty" character in the picture and asked Wei Zhuang beside him.

"Well, read nian, the lunar calendar likes to use this to represent twenty." Wei Zhuang nodded and said, and whispered the number after the word "twenty": "131-2." ”

"What does that mean?" Wei Zhuang looked at everyone.

Zhu Wei and Li Jinfeng both shook their heads, but Xiao Guo, who had not spoken much, opened his mouth: "It looks like a password, and he deliberately released this photo through the media, obviously sending some kind of signal!" ”

Everyone nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, and Lin Yuan glanced at Xiao Guo with even more relief, and they, the trainee police officers, were finally willing to speak when the case was being discussed.

"Speaking of passwords, I've read a lot in detective novels, but all passwords have their own rules and keys, and with these numbers, we can't figure out what the dead are conveying?"

Lin Yuan pursed his lips, feeling in his heart that this information should be related to the alien beast, but this kind of thought can only be thought about in his heart, and he can't say it.

"Panzi, let's talk about what you learned first." Lin Yuan simply raised his head and turned the topic that had been said in the alley to Yang Pan, and the on-site transcripts were all recorded by Yang Pan.

"I asked a few prison guards here, and I can basically conclude that no outsiders have entered Huang Mao's room during this time." Yang Pan opened his mouth softly, "The prison guard in charge of delivering breakfast said that Huang Mao was still normal when he came to deliver breakfast in the morning, when he looked through the ventilation fan on the door, he was the only one, everything was normal, the meal time was ten minutes, and then he took away the dishes." ”

"Who found the body first?" Lin Yuan asked again.

"Speaking of which, here's the problem." Yang Pan frowned and turned his gaze to Zhu Wei, "The prison guards didn't realize that something was wrong until there was a problem with the TV picture, so they hurriedly went upstairs to check, and at this time, Huang Mao was already dead. ”

Everyone was stunned.

According to Zhu Wei's autopsy report, Huang Mao's death autopsy was probably between 6 and 10 o'clock in the morning, plus the prison guard's confession, breakfast time was 7 o'clock, so the deceased should be alive at 7:10 o'clock, and the time when the TV picture had problems was about 10:20, that is to say, the death autopsy of the deceased can probably be determined between 7 o'clock and 10 o'clock, and in these three hours, the deceased was killed or committed suicide, leaving a series of strange numbers that were made public.

Not to mention whether it is possible to accomplish these things in these three hours, just one point makes everyone wonder.

More than one prison guard said that no one had entered for three hours, could it be that the whole prison was united to make confessions?