"One missing?" Several people exclaimed in surprise, their eyes carefully scanning the bookshelf, trying to find the one that Shi Jing said was missing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just that there are too many books on the shelves, and the five huge bookshelves are full, leaving no gaps, and the thinnest one is also three centimeters thick.

"With so many books, how can you tell if one is missing?" Bai Chengfeng turned his head and asked her.

He was a forensic doctor, and there was really nothing to catch his attention other than a corpse. Before Shi Jing spoke, he wouldn't feel that there was anything missing half of the books here, but after Shi Jing said it, he felt that it was very strange that there was one book missing.

"The owner of this house seems to be particularly fond of the number '9'." Shi Jing half-squinted his eyes, and his gaze swept over the back of the book little by little.

"There are 9 paintings on the first floor, 19 in the aisle on the second floor, plus the books missing, each bookshelf here is an average of 999 books, so ......"

Suddenly, her gaze paused on a book, her iris briefly contracted, and she continued to look down. "There's also a 99......," her lips twitched, and her voice was flat, as if she were talking to herself, "where?" ”

9 paintings on the first floor and 19 on the second floor?

Bai Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Yang Fucheng, only to see that he also turned his head to look over, nodded slightly, turned around and walked out, it is estimated that he will soon get a positive answer.

And during this time when he wanted to get the answer, Shi Jing had already left the bookshelf and walked to the window, poking his head out and looking down.

Tang Xiaoyi in "Charles IX" said: Any outstanding detective will only use reason to reveal clues, and will not rely on emotional judgment. What she needs to do now is to find as many clues, more suspicions, and even evidence as possible to find support for her reasoning.

Bai Chengfeng narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gaze fell on Shi Jing, he always felt that this person had a little sense of mystery, whether it was her body temperature lower than that of ordinary people, or the pupils that seemed to be after death, it made him feel an urge to find out.

Judging from the clues she has said so far, although it is difficult to connect them, there is a faint denial of the conclusion that she died unexpectedly before.

But on closer inspection, he felt that the clues and reasoning of this man were a bit ridiculous, because she did not have a coherent and strong argument.

Thus the reasoning, oh no, can only be considered hypothesis, even if temporary, and her hypothesis seems to him to be too exaggerated.

When Bai Chengfeng was in conflict, Shi Jing had been standing in front of the window for a while.

The windows are floor-to-ceiling windows, and without the glass, there is no barrier to the wind, and the cold breath of winter comes in from here, blowing on the body, cold.

But Shi Jing didn't seem to notice it, so he stood at the tuyere and looked down at the window track under his feet. When the cold wind blew through her ears, the cold air fell into her hair with tiny droplets.

"If you stand in the wind like this, your body will not be able to bear it." Jiang Sheng took the cigarette from his mouth and put it on the coffee table, walked over and gathered her collar and scarf, and reached out to feel the temperature of the hot water bottle, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure it was still hot.

"Jiang Sheng, look." Shi Jing bent his left knee, squatted down by himself, stretched out his right index finger and pointed at a pitch-black mark on the track, and then swiped forward along the seal.

Everywhere he went, a dark trail appeared in the eye, as if it had been smoked, but it was scattered to the sides, revealing a thin interval in the middle, and a little bit of black powder.

"Scorch!" Jiang Sheng's pupils shrank, took a small step out, and leaned out to look down. Downstairs, the gentlemanly man they had spoken to before faded into the rooftop with a gangster-looking teenager.

She also heard the teenager disdainfully mock the man as a pretender, and then he was hidden from the rooftop. Jiang Sheng walked back, looked at Shi Jing, who was still squatting on the ground, and asked, "Ah Jing, ......isn't that match from before?"

"Well," Shi Jing nodded, "It's still in your hand, take it out and see if you can put it in." ”

Jiang Sheng nodded, took out the matchstick he had picked up at the door from his coat pocket, and placed it on the interval between the seals. The moment they took their hands away, their eyes sank

Sure enough, it's here!

"What did you find?" Bai Chengfeng saw the two of them squatting there for a long time without moving, and as soon as he raised his foot, he came to the two of them, bent down and looked at the track that the two were looking at, "What is this?" ”

"It's nothing," Shi Jing stood up, turned around and walked to the coffee table, his pace not slow, "I saw just now that you had a sealed bag containing ashes." ”

Bai Chengfeng gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up the sealed bag on the coffee table and handed it to her, "This is it." That's actually what I want to ask about. ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Jiang Sheng, who was packing matchsticks in a sealed bag, and instantly retracted them, "This is the ash taken at the feet of the corpse, 95% of which is polyester and dough, but I found that 5% of it is coarse fiber."

Fiber is not a component contained in curtains, and the composition of alcohol is almost negligible due to fire. The clothes had been burned to white ash and stuck to the corpse. So, where do these crude fibers come from? ”

Bai Chengfeng's words were full of doubts and incomprehension, and while he was greatly surprised by her analytical ability, he also had a lot of questions. Although the forensic doctor is not qualified to let the criminal police decide the case according to their ideas, this does not prevent him from being curious about the truth.

Shi Jing glanced at him, his gaze as sharp as an eagle. It was just such a glance that fell on his heart, making Bai Chengfeng's cold hair rise at a glance.

Then he heard her say, "There are two different types of ignorance in this world: superficial ignorance that precedes the necessary conditions, and learned ignorance that follows knowledge." Shi Jing's voice was extremely light, and his masculine voice was low and deep, magnetic, and seemed very steady, "Now, I finally understand the meaning of Montaigne's words." ”

Bai Chengfeng's brows jumped, he felt that he was a little congested, yes, it was really congested. The first time I was despised was by a guy who looked like he was about to go into a coffin.

However, I finally understood why Jiang Sheng always hated him for looking at her with contempt, and that feeling was really not very good.

Shi Jing opened the sealed bag, took it to his nose and sniffed it, and a faint burst of water vapor instantly hit his face.

Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed.

There is a small amount of water and the taste of wine!!

Although the smell of burnt was strong, she could still smell the subtle smell.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Shi Jing put down the evidence in his hand, withdrew his right hand and slowly put it on the hot water bottle, and spoke: "Have you checked the elbow joint of the corpse?" ”

"Not really, because ......"

Dada~

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near, and finally stopped at the door.

Several people stopped talking, turned their heads to look, and saw the gentleman man say politely: "Several, please go downstairs, I'm sorry, we need to hold a funeral for my father."

Also, since the police have confirmed that it was an accident, please don't go any further, I don't want anyone to disturb my father's rest, please forgive me. ”

"Accidents?" Jiang Sheng suddenly sneered coldly and looked playfully at the elegant man at the door, "This is not necessarily an accident. ”

"Huh? Do you mean ......" The man raised his eyebrows, and suddenly he was stunned, and the light smile on his face gradually faded.

"This is a ......" Shi Jing turned his head to look at him, and the bottom of his eyes fluctuated with a sharp and sharp cold light, "Murder in a closed room." ”