When Liu Qiaopu saw Yan Muheng, he was not angry, but asked lightly: "Have you found any traces of the murderer?"

Yan Muheng had just come down from the ladder at the moment, and he hadn't stood firm yet, when he heard the old man ask, he didn't know how to exit the explanation he had thought of, and he was stunned in place.

He thought that according to the temper of this old criminal policeman, he would definitely say a bunch of questioning words, but now, he actually directly gave himself a high-sounding reason, so that Yan Muheng didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Liu Qiaopu was not in a hurry, squatting next to the corpse to check and inspect himself, waiting for Yan Muheng's answer.

After a while, Yan Muheng finally came back to his senses and said, "Grandpa Liu, I haven't found any clues, and I've been to the cave in the rocky ground, but there are no footprints or bloodstains. ”

"This is normal, come here, do you still have battery on your phone?" Yanagihashi asked.

"No, you want to take pictures, right?"

Yan Muheng walked up to Liu Qiaopu and squatted down like him. Yan Muheng's body was almost as tall as Xie Yunmeng, so after squatting, he blocked most of Liuqiao Pu's people.

"What do you think about the bloodstains?" Liu Qiaopu continued to ask questions as if he was deliberately trying to guide Yan Muheng to discover the clues of the deceased today.

"I ...... I don't see anything out of the ordinary......"

"Let's talk about it, it's not a police question, I'm just discussing with you, no matter what comes to mind, you can tell the truth."

"Hmm... It's a matter of blood, I think Mr. Chef ......."

As soon as Yan Muheng said the beginning, Liu Qiaopu interrupted him and said, "Can you be sure that the deceased is Mr. Chef?" I remember the restaurant chef we saw on the day of the avalanche as if he was not quite the same as the deceased. ”

"Grandpa Liu, your memory is really good, when the chef usually works in the restaurant, he is not forced to do so, he will not appear in front of the guests, the avalanche that day is too dangerous, Mr. Chef has to help together, I originally thought that no one noticed him!"

"Go ahead." Liu Qiaopu wrapped his fingers in a handkerchief and turned over the deceased's face, and while checking, he motioned for Yan Muheng to continue.

"The chef does look like a housekeeper in my impression, but there is a slight difference between him and his beard when he usually works, and his body is not as fat as that of a housekeeper. Generally people who have seen them many times are less likely to admit mistakes. ”

"So... I'm not sure if it's a chef or a butler. ”

Hearing this, Liu Qiaopu exhaled and said, "It seems that Xiao Yao's inference is indeed correct. ”

"Do you mean Mr. Yun?"

"Whoever said that, anyway, we are currently suspecting that the corpse in front of us may be the real Mr. Butler." Yanagihashi replied.

But on what basis? Is that all I said about it? ”

"Of course it can't be that simple, first of all, this corpse hasn't started to swell yet, you see his face, and his hands, are still the same as before, and his beard is not pasted. So we can be sure that his appearance is exactly the same as that of Mr. Butler. ”

"Secondly, it wasn't just me on the day of the avalanche, Xiaoxiao, Xiaoyun and Xiaomeng all noticed the chef, and there was indeed a certain difference from Mr. Butler, but when Xiaoxiao saw the chef for the first time in the secret passage, he immediately mistook him for Mr. Butler."

"Even if the chef does resemble the butler, with a fake beard, according to my impression, it is impossible to mistake the two at a glance."

"But isn't that corpse in the snow also identified as Mr. Butler?"

"That corpse is different, he has been dead for a while, at that time, the corpse that Xiao Meng and I saw, not only was it completely frozen, but also the characteristics of obesity were very obvious, coupled with a large amount of blood stains on the snow, our first impression must be that the housekeeper was assassinated in the snow, and after the assassination, the horror was placed on the housekeeper and framed for her."

"But then we examined the butler's body repeatedly, and although we couldn't be sure, we suspected that the butler might have been dead for some time before he was thrown into the snow. As long as the murderer grasps the movements of the horror and the cook, and leans the already swollen and stiff body of the cook against the damaged guardrail of the overpass,"

Then he hid in the dark and observed, we were all downstairs at the time, Lu Haoyu and Qiao Keli were sleeping in their rooms, and there was no one in the corridor of the brown tower, and it was impossible for the murderer to be found there. Moreover, before the homicide occurred, everyone's vigilance was not very high. ”

"Because the body was already hard and the face was swollen, it would be difficult to tell if it was frozen in the snow. Terror stumbled upon the 'butler' leaning on the overpass, and it was possible that Mr. Butler ignored her, so he gently pushed his body, and the guardrail was already crumbling by this time. ”

"As soon as the terror pushed, the housekeeper and the guardrail tilted down to the roof of the main house together, and they happened to be seen by the cook who went upstairs, causing the cook to mistakenly think that the butler was pushed into the snow by terror."

Liu Qiaopu didn't plan to tell Yan Muheng about the chef's suspicions, but his analysis just now was indeed the truth. The place where Xie Yunmeng and he carefully inspected the guardrail had been maliciously vandalized. And the blood stains on it were not splattery, as if someone was leaning on it when they were leaning there.

Yan Muheng asked, "Is the beard of that corpse on the snow fake?" ”

"It's a real beard, we can't explain that, that's all we can do at the moment. However, judging from the person's appearance and physical signs, I think his identity is more inclined to be a housekeeper. ”

"The murderer kills the butler here, and no matter which way he escaped, he will erase his footprints. Think about it, are there not a single footprint in the places you are looking for? ”

"Yes." Yan Muheng replied honestly.

"Is this normal?" Liu Qiao Pu asked again.

Yan Muheng just shook his head and continued to stare at the old man with all his attention.

Liu Qiao Pu said: "Just Xiaoxiao went back and forth twice in the underground cave, as well as Lian Fan who was trapped here, as well as your footprints, why they all disappeared, there is only one explanation, that is, the murderer erased all the footprints in order to eliminate his traces." ”

"It's useless to turn over the entire ruins, the killer has already erased the surface traces unless there are professional investigative tools. But there is one place where the murderer has no way to remove the traces. ”

After Liu Qiaopu finished speaking, he looked at Yan Muheng meaningfully, waiting for his question, but Yan Muheng did not speak, he seemed to be waiting for the old criminal policeman to say the place himself.

After a few seconds of stalemate between the two men, Yanagihashi stood up, silently turned over Mr. Cook's body, and then pointed to the ground under Mr. Chef's body and said, "This is it." ”

"Why?" There was some horror on Yan Muheng's face.

Liu Qiao replied, "You take a closer look and ask." ”

Yan Muheng approached the ground, and there were footprints on the ground that a person had once stood, which made him secretly frightened, for no reason, just a sudden fear.

When the palpitations passed, Yan Muheng asked Liu Qiaopu: "Grandpa Liu, since there are footprints, can't you know who the murderer is by comparing everyone's shoes?" ”

"It's useless, it's not everyone in the house." The meaning of Liu Qiaopu's words was vague, which made Yan Muheng even more confused.