Chapter 347: A Clumsy Murder Technique I

"Paper airplanes? What is that for? Jiang Hancheng looked puzzled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info not only Jiang Hancheng, but also the other people in the dormitory also had puzzled expressions on their faces. Everyone looked at Ling Xu, trying to figure out the meaning of Ling Xu's words.

"This paper airplane, maybe the deceased used to fold it and play with it, or maybe the deceased specially folded it as a gift to his lover, but when the deceased folded the plane with this printing paper, there was not a word on it, but now many words pop up on it, and it has become a forged suicide note."

After listening to Ling Xu's words, the expression on Jiang Hancheng's face became even more dazed: "No------ this gentleman------- can I take the liberty of asking what you do?" Your imagination is too broad, isn't it? Cortana obviously committed suicide, so why do you insist that she was murdered?

The suicide note is placed here, the handwriting is correct, the fingerprints are correct, and the contents inside are also correct, I wonder, why do you have to suspect that the suicide note is fake? It is said that the handwriting is imitated, the fingerprint is printed in the early stage, and the content is fictitious. kept suspecting that I was a murderer, so I wanted to ask, why are you?

Why should we trust your analysis? Since you can doubt the authenticity of the suicide note, then I can also question your reasoning just now, why do you say that the suicide note is fake, it must be fake? You have just listed a lot of bizarre reasoning, do you have evidence to prove your reasoning? ”

"Good eloquence, no wonder you can fool two girls at the same time." When Jiang Hancheng finished speaking, Ling Xu was not angry and angry, but looked at him with a smile: "Dude, let me correct you, I don't suspect you of being a murderer, but ------- I think you are a murderer." ”

"You -------" Hearing Ling Xu's words, Jiang Hancheng's face turned blue.

"What am I?" Glaring at Jiang Hancheng, Ling Xu suddenly threw the paper airplane in his hand on the table, and said to Jiang Hancheng in a cold tone: "A human life, can such a piece of waste paper cover up?" Do you think you can conceal your crime by finding a piece of paper that the deceased had touched and writing a few words on the paper?

Jiang Hancheng, I admit that you are a little clever, but in the face of hard facts, your little cleverness is not enough at all. Do you think that forging a suicide note and creating an alibi can cover up your murder? You're so naΓ―ve, your clumsy modus operandi looks like a joke.

From the very beginning, you claimed that Shao Xiaona hanged herself, and then used that weak suicide note as a talisman, I am afraid that you would never have thought that the evidence that exposed your identity was precisely that suicide note. The suicide note you cited as a talisman is evidence of your identity as a murderer. ”

"What do you mean by ------? You ------ you want to cheat me------ no way, I won't be fooled. Being shocked by Ling Xu's momentum, the expression on Jiang Hancheng's face was a little nervous.

"Trick you? Do I have to do that? Since you want evidence, I'll give it to you now. Everyone knows that the whole process from Shao Xiaona's entry into the police station to the discovery of her body is only fifteen minutes, in other words, the time of Shao Xiaona's death is within fifteen minutes of entering the police station."

Speaking of this, Ling Xu pointed to the stopwatch on his mobile phone: "We have just done an experiment, go downstairs from this dormitory, transfer to the backyard of the police station, remove eight green bricks on the green brick road, stack the green bricks and tie them up and hang them, this process takes 7 minutes and 51 seconds."

When humans choose to hang themselves, they start to lack oxygen in 7 seconds, suffocate after 43 seconds, and die after 3 minutes, we now start counting from the time Shao Xiaona left the dormitory, from the time she left the dormitory to Shao Xiaona's hanging, this process took 10 minutes and 51 seconds, right? ”

"Right? What's wrong? Jiang Hancheng asked stunned.

Hearing Jiang Hancheng ask, Ling Xu didn't speak, he asked Feng Jikui for a pen, and put an unused A4 printer paper on the table, and then, Ling Xu dragged Jiang Hancheng to the table, stuffed the pen into his hand, and then pointed to the suicide note and said to Jiang Hancheng: "You now write down the contents of the suicide note to me word for word." ”

"Write it, what is it?" Muttering, Jiang Hancheng sat down at the table and began to bow his head and copy the contents of the suicide note.

The handwriting on the suicide note is neat and beautiful, but Jiang Hancheng's handwriting is rough and sloppy, the two handwriting are obviously different, when Jiang Hancheng copied halfway, the people around all saw the difference between the two handwritings.

After a few minutes, Jiang Hancheng put down the pen, then glared at Ling Xu with an unhappy expression, and then threw the suicide note he copied to Ling Xu, and said impatiently: "It's all written, you can read it yourself, if you can't see it clearly, you can take it to the appraisal agency to test it, and see if the two handwriting are the same?" ”

"Handwriting? Who said I had to read the handwriting? After saying this sentence that surprised everyone, Ling Xu showed everyone his mobile phone, and then handed it to Jiang Hancheng.

It turned out that when Jiang Hancheng started to copy the suicide note, Ling Xu pressed the timer on his mobile phone, and when Jiang Hancheng finished writing, Ling Xu stopped the timer, and at this time, the time displayed on the mobile phone timer was 9 minutes and 48 seconds.

I don't know what Jiang Hancheng thought of? When he saw the frozen time on the timer, a cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. (To be continued.) )