Chapter 69: The Hanging Bookshelves
"Could it be that when the murderer came in, the deceased woke up. Fearing that the screams of the deceased would attract others, the murderer ran over and pressed the deceased against the bed and killed the deceased with a knife. ”
Hao Chuan's analysis was the Tao, but Fu Songnian shook his head.
"If the deceased was killed after a violent struggle, then this bed is too neat."
When everyone looked at it, it was true that except for a little messy around the bed, the rest of the place was very tidy.
According to normal reactions, people are the most explosive when they are about to die, unless the person originally wanted to die. Under the violent struggle, how could the bedding be so neat.
"Li Zhe"
Li Zhe, who was suddenly named, instantly looked up at Fu Songnian.
Seeing Fu Songnian beckoning to himself, Li Zhe walked over, "What are you doing?" ”
Suddenly, Fu Songnian grabbed Li Zhe's wrist and pressed him on the bed, his knees pressed his back.
"Fu Songnian, what are your nerves, let go of me!" Li Zhe struggled desperately, but Fu Songnian's pressure was too stable. Li Zhe only felt that the bones in his body were about to break.
"Fu Songnian, my hand is about to break!"
At this time, Fu Songnian let go of Li Zhe.
He pointed to the bed, "Li Zhe didn't struggle much at all, and the sheets were messy like this. ”
Indeed, the sheets on the bed are already messy at this moment. In any case, when faced with death, you will definitely struggle, how can you not move at all. Could anyone watch someone else kill themselves?
Something is wrong, it's so wrong.
"When you go out, is your son awake?"
The woman shook her head, "Because it's still early, I didn't call him to get up." If at that time...... If ......" didn't say a few words, the woman choked up again.
Li Hui told Fu Songnian that judging from the stiffness of the deceased, the time of death should have been two or three hours.
"In this case, the estimated time of death should be after seven o'clock, and early eight o'clock." Looking at his watch, Fu Songnian walked to the bed, and the sheets were spread on the ground, which had already been stained red with blood.
Hao Chuan stood beside Fu Songnian, "This can't be a suicide case." ”
"What? Suicide! Li Hui quickly turned his head to look at Hao Chuan. You killed yourself by stabbing you in the back. ”
Squatting in the corner, Li Zhe kept staring at the wall closely. He looked up at the ceiling, and saw a suspended bookshelf on it.
"This bookshelf ......"
"This is a suspended bookshelf, which was designed by Ah Zheng himself." The woman walked to the head of the bed and pressed a button on the table. I saw that the bookshelves that were originally hanging in the air suddenly dispersed, and one of them headed towards the woman, and finally stopped in front of him.
"Ah, Zheng said, so he doesn't have to get up to get the book at any time."
Is that really the case?
Li Zhe got up and walked to the woman, who had already put the bookshelf back at this moment. Looking at the table, he is worthy of the mayor's son, everything is the best.
The desk is an intelligent system, and the three cases above are written on one shelf, two shelves, and three shelves. Looking up at the hanging bookshelf above, it seemed that the bookshelf had been divided into three equal parts.
"Do you know this boy?"
Li Zhe took out the photo he was carrying, and the woman glanced at it and shook her head. "Since I got married, I rarely go out, so even after so many years of marriage, I still don't recognize all the people around me."
"Isn't my wife a local?"
"No, I emigrated abroad when I was eight years old, met my current husband at seventeen, and later returned home with him. She married him at the age of twenty. Thinking of the previous time, the woman looked at Fu Songnian with pain on her face.
"I gave up my best years for him, and I got nothing. In exchange for all these years of hard work, now even the only son is gone. ”
Until now, the father of the child has not been seen.
"Yes, he's the mayor, and he has things that he can't do every day. But his own sons are dead, and he is so indifferent. ”
The woman's emotions had already begun to collapse, and Fu Songnian asked the female forensic doctor to take her down to calm down.
"Ah, it's really indifferent, my own blood and bones are dead, as if nothing happened." Li Hui shook his head after speaking.
Li Zhe continued to squat in the corner, Fu Songnian also came up, he watched Li Zhe keep staring at the wall, "Did you find anything?" ”
Pointing to the marks on the wall, "There are traces of adhesive tape here. ”
Fu Songnian reached out and touched it, indeed, slimy. It may have been glued to the wall, and when the tape was torn off, it stuck to the wall.
"It's suspicious, putting duct tape in a place like this in the corner." After Li Zhe finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the bookshelf. Looking up at the hanging bookshelf above, there are several small gaps below the bookshelf that divide the bookshelf into three.
"Madam, do you remember who your family has had a conflict with recently, or had an unpleasant affair with someone else?"
With a wry smile, the woman looked at Li Zhe, "Officer, you must know that my husband's profession hates him, and there are many people who hate him." ”
After all, being an official sometimes has to stand on the opposite side of the people. Others say that officials protect each other, how can it be so simple, sometimes, the most desperate for you to be bad are almost all them. Because, maybe if you are pulled down, he will be able to ascend to the position, where is there any official to protect him?
"Okay, we also understand the specific situation, and we will let you know what the progress is later." After saying that, everyone packed up their things and prepared to leave.
"Madam, I believe that your son does not want you to be like this." After speaking, Li Zhe turned around and left.
Seeing everyone walking away, the woman couldn't hold back at all.
"Ah Zheng, my Ah Zheng!"
The servants who had already arrived all gathered together, looking at the woman and not daring to speak.
The woman who had been crying for a while looked up, her eyes bloodshot. Get up and walk inside and dial the number.
"You, go and call the master back, just tell him that his son and his wife are dead, let him hurry up and come back to collect the body!" After saying that, the woman turned and walked towards her son's bedroom without giving the maid a chance to react.
At this time, the bedroom, which should have been lively and lively, is so quiet that it makes people feel that it is wrong to breathe.
Sitting on the bed, the sheets were taken for testing, revealing the pink futon.
"Pink is for girls."
"What's the matter, anyway, we're so cute." The woman looked at the awkward boy and bought the pink sheet without saying a word.
"Ahh
The more a woman tried to hold back her tears, the more desperately the tears flowed out. The woman's vision gradually blurred, and the pink quilt cover was soaked with the woman's tears.