"What?" Han Sui stood up all of a sudden, staring at Hong Qifeng with wide eyes.

Hong Qifeng also stared at him, nodded slowly and said, "Mourning." ”

Han Sui confirmed that he had heard correctly, his eyes were stunned and he didn't move, slowly slumped down in the chair, and slowly lowered his head.

Liu Haoran was about to walk over to comfort him for a few words, but was stopped by Hong Qifeng with his eyes.

He wanted Han Sui to accept this fact first, and then let him ease his nerves and calm down the sadness in his heart a little.

After a long time, Han Sui raised his head as if he remembered something, and asked, "My mother······ She, when did she leave? ”

"According to the scene, it was about 3-5 days ago." Hong Qifeng told him the truth.

After hearing this, Han Sui's eyes were red, tears filled his eyes, he lowered his head and buried his hands in his hands, and his mouth made a whimpering sound like a cat barking.

Liu Haoran quietly pushed the paper on the table to Han Sui's side, and then waited with Hong Qifeng for Han Sui to vent his emotions.

"No, it won't." Han Sui buried his head and sobbed while saying, "Although my mother is not young, she is in good health, how can she say that she will leave?" ”

Liu Haoran glanced at Hong Qifeng, saw that he didn't answer, and didn't dare to speak casually.

Han Sui cried for a while, and finally raised his head, took out a tissue, and wiped the snot and tears on his face.

"Your mother didn't die a natural death." Hong Qifeng suddenly came out with this sentence.

Han Sui raised his head and looked at Hong Qifeng in surprise.

Hong Qifeng also stared at him and said word by word: "She was hanged." ”

"What?" Han Sui opened his mouth wide and forgot to close it.

The two men looked at each other, as if time had stood still.

Liu Haoran couldn't help but say: "When we arrived at the scene, we found that Mrs. Han was hanging on a rope under the beam of the house, which should have been hanged. ”

Han Sui closed his mouth, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and asked in a trembling voice, "You mean, my mother and her committed suicide?" ”

"That's how it's usually judged." Hong Qifeng replied.

"How so? How so? Han Sui seemed to have been drained of the strength in his body all of a sudden, and spread his head on the chair, muttering to himself.

"No, no. My mom won't kill herself, she won't kill herself. Han Sui lost his mind and kept chattering.

Hong Qifeng sighed secretly, stood up and said to Liu Haoran: "You wait here for him to calm down for a while, and then take him to the forensic doctor to go through the formalities to identify the body." ”

When Han Sui heard this, he suddenly jumped up: "I'll go now, you must be mistaken, that's not my mother, I'll go now!" ”

Hong Qifeng looked at him with some guilt, didn't say anything more, and motioned to Liu Haoran to take him to identify the body.

In fact, Hong Qifeng knew in his heart that this was Han Sui's luck in case, and his colleagues from the Criminal Police Brigade had already checked the information, and asked him to identify the body, which was to go through the form of confirmation.

Liu Haoran nodded and took Han Sui to the forensic doctor's side.

Liu Haoran took Han Sui to the forensic identification center, and on the way, Han Sui kept thinking in his mouth: "It's not my mother, it's not my mother······"

He also took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Mrs. Han's mobile phone, but he didn't dare to dash his last hope, so he didn't dare to dial.

After arriving at the identification center, after going through the formalities and leaving their fingerprints and contact information, the forensic assistant took them to identify the body.

There is no accident, it is Han Sui's mother, Mrs. Han. He finally stopped leaving a chance and cried again.

Han Sui cried intermittently for ten minutes, then walked up to Liu Haoran and asked, "What now?" Can I take my mom back for burial? ”

Liu Haoran had been instructed by Hong Qifeng a long time ago, and said: "Not yet, because it is an unnatural death, we still have some procedures to go." You go back and wait first, and we'll let you know when we can get the body back." ”

Han Sui thought for a while, then nodded and walked out step by step. Liu Haoran followed him until he got into a taxi home, and then turned around and returned to the criminal police brigade.

Back to the Criminal Police Brigade, Liu Haoran went directly to Hong Qifeng's office to report the situation.

When he was about to knock on the door, he saw Hong Qifeng standing at the window with a cigarette lit, his brows furrowed and thoughtful.

When he hesitated to go in and disturb now, Hong Qifeng spoke: "Xiao Liu is back?" Confirmed, right? ”

"Well, Han Sui has confirmed, it's his mother." Liu Haoran whispered that he was somewhat affected by the process of seeing Han Sui's sadness from beginning to end.

Hong Qifeng turned around, glanced at him, and then walked to the table and sat down: "Come and tell me what you think." ”

Liu Haoran heard this, straightened his body, walked to Hong Qifeng and sat down.

Hong Qifeng extinguished the cigarette and said slowly: "According to Director He's judgment, there should be no doubt that the cause of death was self-hanging. ”

"Yes, I checked with the people at the appraisal center before I came back."

"But why is the body so high above the ground?" Hong Qifeng said something similar to talking to himself.

"Could it be that someone forced her to kill herself?" Liu Haoran asked tentatively.

"Heh, your idea is very bold," a smile appeared at the corner of Hong Qifeng's mouth, he understood that in the process of investigation, sometimes imagination is also needed.

"Then tell me what you think." He encouraged the young man in front of him.

"Assuming that there is really a murderer in this case, maybe the murderer has the handle of Mrs. Han and forced her to hang herself. Of course, it is not the rope that Mrs. Han tied herself, and the height of the rope can be explained. ”

When Liu Haoran said this, he found that Hong Qifeng did not stop him, so he continued: "Then the murderer forced Mrs. Han to hang herself, and found that Mrs. Han was not tall enough on the chair, so he held Mrs. Han's leg and held it up, after all, the distance of 30cm is not very high. With Mrs. Han's body and weight, it is easy for an adult man to put her on a noose. ”

Hong Qifeng didn't speak, just motioned for him to continue.

"And that knife," Liu Haoran said, comparing the length of the knife, "Maybe it was used by the murderer to persecute the old lady, and when he lifted the old lady, he needed to use both hands, so he put the knife on the table next to him." ”

After listening to Liu Haoran's words, Hong Qifeng thought for a while and said: "What you said has some truth, but there are still a few doubts. ”

He sorted it out a little before saying: "First, assuming you're right, why didn't the murderer resist at all when she lifted the old lady, the forensic identification center has already said that she didn't have any resistance injuries on her body, right?" ”

"You know, no one can not make a little struggle in the face of the threat of death, even if she has the handle in the hands of the murderer, does she really dare not resist at all at this moment before death?"

"Second, how did the murderer escape after committing the murder? We had observed repeatedly at the scene that the door was locked from the inside, and there was no way for a person to pass through the window. So how did the murderer escape after committing the murder? ”

"Third, suppose that Mrs. Han really didn't dare to resist being lifted on the rope, and then suppose that the murderer successfully escaped by some method that we don't know. Then it must prove that the murderer is a very delicate person, and the fact that there are no clues left from the scene also conforms to this hypothesis. ”

"But such a delicate murderer, will he not be able to find that the rope is hanging too high and the kitchen knife is not put back in place, these two too obvious loopholes?"

After hearing Hong Qifeng finish his question, Liu Haoran had to scratch his head helplessly and shake his head. Nor could he explain these three doubts.

The two of them fell into thought together.

After a while, Liu Haoran asked tentatively: "Then, is it possible that it is suicide?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Hong Qifeng to answer, he patted his head and blamed himself: "Suicide can't explain the question of ropes and knives!" ”

Hong Qifeng was amused by his behavior, laughed, and said: "Okay, let's not assume for now, the investigation of the case cannot only rely on bold assumptions, but also carefully verify." We'll look at the other clues provided by the Medical Identification Center in a moment. ”

After all, but now this case has basically entered a dead loop, like two iron rings set together, trying to take one of them away but being trapped by the other, the two iron rings restrain each other, and they can't find any gaps.

While thinking this, the phone on the desk rang.

Hong Qifeng picked up the phone, and it was He Mo from the identification center.

"Team Hong, I have a problem to report to you."

"You say."

"The knife we brought back from the scene, we just gave it a fingerprint wipe. Fingerprints were found on both the handle and the blade, and in addition to the fingerprints of the deceased himself, there was another set of fingerprints on the handle. ”

"Have you compared it in the public security system?" Hong Qifeng was a little excited, as if he saw the gap in the iron ring.

"It's not in the public security system, but I've found out who it is."

"Oh?"

"It was Han Sui, the son of the deceased."