Fu Jun's mood was a little irritable, she raised her hand and the curtain was removed, and she carefully observed the scene again, her red lips were tightly pursed, and her clear eyes were full of coldness and dissatisfaction.

Meng Yuan glanced at her, and took over her curtain, but he didn't speak, only gently pinched her hand.

Fu Jun came back to his senses and smiled at him: "I can't see clearly when I wear this, and it's hot." She explained, her expression softened for a moment.

There was a slight smile in Meng Yuan's ice-like eyes: "No one is holding you back." As he spoke, he picked up her curtain and shook it, and said, "I'll keep it for you, and you can check it." ”

Fu Jun smiled again.

It's really lucky for her to have a husband who is in tune.

However, when she turned her gaze from Meng Yuan back to the scene of the crime, the smile on her lips was all curtailed.

Completely clueless.

It's a mess here, and she doesn't expect to find out.

Thinking like this, Fu Jun simply didn't enter the house, but walked to the main room on the side and took a look.

These two rooms gave her the same feeling as Xiji'er, she frowned and asked Tang Jun, "Cousin Jun, may I ask what the furniture and things in these two rooms are, have you ever moved them?" ”

"It's been moved, it's all carefully searched." Tang Jun said, with a little self-acceptance in his expression.

Fu Jun closed his eyes a little weakly.

It's really nowhere to be found.

The three rooms in the main room were all destroyed, and even if there were clues, they were also destroyed by Tang Jun and them.

The courtyard was quiet, and a gust of hot wind swept through the branches and leaves, and Fu Jun pondered whether to go back to the west to have a look.

At this moment, a strange smell came with the wind, and the smell was very pungent.

This taste......

Fu Jun let go of his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes.

"A-Yuan, does this smell of lacquer?" She turned her eyes to Meng Yuan for confirmation.

"Yes." Meng Yuan said.

Fu Jun's heart moved slightly, and he turned his head to look around.

It was only then that she realized that there were blue windows in this courtyard. There were obvious traces of painting everywhere, and she remembered that when she entered the door, the railing of the verandah was also newly painted, and the color was particularly bright. In the corner of the courtyard, by the side of the flower bed, there were three wooden barrels scattered around, and the pungent smell of paint came from there.

"Cousin Joon, have you touched the paint?" Fu Jun looked at Tang Jun and beat a drum in his heart.

I hope Tang Jun and they haven't touched these things.

Tang Jun was standing under the porch. Hearing this, he looked at the three lacquer buckets, shook his head and said, "This is not true, because these barrels are in the courtyard, our people have not checked." As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Fu Jun burningly: "There is something wrong with this paint bucket?" ”

Fu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at him, and did not answer him immediately, but walked to the lacquer bucket, squatted down and observed carefully.

The three barrels contain three colors of lacquer: fresh green, dark green and red. Because no one has been in charge for a long time. The weather was hot and humid, the paint had dried, and the top layer had cracked a few cracks, and the smell was quite pungent.

After observing, Fu Jun got up again and turned back to the scene of the corpse in the west room, this time, she did not just stand in front of the door to watch, but walked into the room, the slender figure stood by the window, looking down at the two clear handprints on the windowsill.

Seeing Fu Jun's solemn expression. Tang Jun was also a little nervous, he followed Fu Jun and walked in, but saw Fu Jun looking at the windowsill, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Subsequently. The corners of her lips curved in a shallow arc.

Just now, she almost made the mistake of empiricism.

The chaotic room, the devastated scene, distracted her for the first time, and she focused on the obvious mistakes, but found no clues.

She is really ashamed of the profession of criminal police.

Such an obvious anomaly, she clearly saw it. But she turned a blind eye, and if she hadn't smelled the paint, she would have returned empty-handed today.

But...... She stared at the two handprints and shook her head again.

It seems too early to say that it is a clue.

Thinking like this, her eyes were a little more thoughtful, and she turned her head to ask Tang Jun: "Cousin Jun, may I ask, have you ever checked the craftsman who painted this house?" ”

"I've checked it." Tang Jun immediately said, his expression was already very solemn, "He Gu only invited one craftsman to powder the yard, that craftsman is an old man in the craftsman's workshop, he has been doing it for nearly twenty years, he happened to be on duty on the night of the crime, and he spent the night in the craftsman's workshop, because he snored too loudly, the people in the same room with him hardly slept all night, but it proved that the craftsman never left." ”

Fu Jun nodded, in fact, what she wanted to ask was not the alibi of the craftsman.

After a pause, she said softly, "Cousin Jun, can you send someone to ask the craftsman what color the window sills of these rooms are painted?" When was it painted? How many days does it take to dry after painting? ”

Tang Jun was stunned.

These questions obviously have nothing to do with this case, I don't know what is the use of Fu Jun's question?

Looking at Tang Jun's obviously puzzled expression, Fu Jun smiled: "It's a big matter, and it's an important clue, so please ask Cousin Jun to ask." ”

Tang Jun's expression calmed down again.

Before coming, he had been ordered by He Jingbian to fully cooperate with Fu Jun's investigation, and at this time, seeing Fu Jun's solemn words, he didn't dare to slack off, although he muttered a little in his heart, he still immediately asked someone to find the craftsman for questioning.

The craftsman's workshop is not far from Changle Fang, and it is only a matter of tea back and forth, seeing that the official of the Joint Investigation Department was ordered to leave, Fu Jun turned to Meng Yuan again, and said with a smile: "A-Yuan, you know martial arts, and you know some things about the rivers and lakes, I have a few things I want to ask you here, and please don't hesitate to give advice." With that, she crouched down on him.

The corners of Meng Yuan's lips hooked slightly, and there was already a smile in his ice-hardened eyes. He coughed and arched his hand to Fu Jun, his voice as deep as a drum: "I know everything." ”

Fu Jun smiled lightly, and then asked him: "I want to ask you, with your skills, how can you kill the He family and his wife, but make people think it was an accident?" Please tell me more. ”

She wanted to ask Meng Yuan to take a virtual look at the murder scene, in order to find other available clues from it.

Meng Yuan's smile disappeared at this time, and his expression gradually became cold, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "If I am a murderer, it is not difficult to arrange such a scene, I just need to use drugs to stun the He family and his wife, first cover and kill the Zhu family after entering the room, abandon the corpse under the bed, and then carry the faint He Gu to hit the bed rail, causing him to bleed to death, and then press his body on top of the Zhu family." ”

"And what about the scratches on the soles of the deceased's shoes, and the marks on the ground that slipped?" Fu Jun asked. (To be continued.) )