Xing Dongjie and Fan Miaomiao stood in front of Zhang Leifeng on the left and right.

They can't wait to hear the analysis from him, sometimes they hate him and annoy him, but they adore him very much when he unravels his confusion.

"Hurry up, Detective, we can't wait." Fan Miaomiao couldn't wait to urge.

Zhang Leifeng sneered, closed his eyes slightly, and the player in his brain began to play the day's footage.

The property manager failed in the casino and owed a high loan shark, and under the coercion and temptation of the other party, he had to go forward and find a way to scrape together the money to pay off the debt.

Because of his long-term work in the property, he knew that the deceased had opened a factory, and on the thirteenth of each month, she would always return home with a large amount of cash, and the next day her husband would bring it to the factory to pay her salary.

Choose a good goal, all that's left is to choose a suitable time.

On the thirteenth, he saw through the surveillance that the familiar BMW car entered from the entrance of the community, and there was only the deceased in the car, not her husband.

The property manager felt that God was watching over him, so he hurried out of the room and took a shortcut to get to the door of the deceased's house.

The deceased parked his car in the underground garage and took the elevator to the third floor, and when he stepped out of the elevator door, he saw the property manager standing next to the fire cabinet pretending to be an inspector.

"Hello."

"Hello, you're back." The property manager replied with a wicked smile on his face. His eyes were always staring at the black bag that the deceased was carrying, how it looked like a bag of money.

Creak!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the property manager hurriedly ran over: "Hello, I have something to tell you." "When the deceased was about to close the door, one hand grabbed the edge of the door.

She didn't have any wariness of the property manager: "Okay, you say. He changed his shoes as he spoke.

"There may be a little problem with the fire cabinet outside the door, we will find someone to repair it recently......" As he spoke, his eyes did not take off the bag in the deceased's hand for a moment.

"Huh?" The deceased placed the bag near the sofa and turned his head to look at the property manager in a puzzled manner. I thought, what does the broken fire cabinet have to do with me? Shouldn't they be responsible?

The property manager noticed her eyes and hurriedly twisted his head to the side: "Don't get me wrong, I mean there may be some noise during repairs." "Explain casually.

The deceased nodded a little dazedly: "It's okay, anyway, we are basically not at home during the day." ”

"That's good, that's good." The property manager kept muttering.

The deceased felt a little baffled.

"Anything else?" Vigilance arises spontaneously.

The property manager rubbed his hands: "One more thing. He whispered.

The deceased felt that his tone was a little abnormal, and got up from the sofa: "What else is wrong with you?" ”

The property manager's lowered head slowly lifted up, his face full of evil expression, closed the door with his hand, and walked towards the deceased step by step.

"What are you going to do? Don't come here...... What are you doing? Pointing at the property manager, he scolded.

The property manager approached the black bag by the couch and picked it up. When I picked it up, I found that the weight of the bag was very light, and it didn't look like it was money at all, so I poured out the contents of the bag in a panic, and a pair of shoeboxes fell out of it.

Bang Bang Bang!

He stomped the shoebox with his foot. Because it wasn't money that filled his heart with disappointment and anger, it was at this moment that he saw the deceased making a call on his mobile phone, and this scene completely angered him.

Flew over and snatched the phone, pressed the hang up button.

Under coercion and coercion, the deceased was sealed with duct tape from his portable tool kit, and then took out the wires he had prepared to tie the deceased's hands and feet firmly.

The deceased was dragged into the bedroom and thrown on the bed in the struggle, after which the property manager began a major cleaning of the room.

"It's all done, there's no way I'm going to give up." He kept muttering.

He flipped from the living room to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the study, from the study to the cloakroom, and finally saw the very hidden safe in the bedroom closet.

In order to protect himself, the deceased told him the password of the safe and the password of the bank card in the safe.

The property manager got these and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

The deceased took the opportunity to move a little from the bed.

The murderer suddenly stopped when he stepped out of the door with one foot, because the woman just now knew him, and if she ran away like this, she would definitely call the police...... The evil in his heart slowly took over his brain, and he finally chose to kill people after losing his mind.

Boom!

The door slammed.

The deceased in the bedroom thought he had left, but soon the terrified figure reappeared at the bedroom door.

He held the kitchen knife in his kitchen, and approached the deceased with a hideous face.

The dead desperately tried to break free.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me." After the murderer said this coldly, he swung his knife and slashed at the neck of the deceased.

The arteries and veins in the neck were severed, and blood splattered outward like a fountain.

Jingling!

The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The property manager's body shuddered suddenly, and he looked down at the deceased lying in a pool of blood.

Step by step, he stepped backwards, exited the bedroom, and sat down on the floor.

", what the hell did you do?" He slapped himself in the mouth with his hand and scolded.

The turmoil in my heart slowly calmed down as time passed.

Got up from the floor, went back to the bedroom, picked up the kitchen knife, washed off the blood on the kitchen faucet, and then wiped the fingerprints off the handle with a rag.

He walked into the bathroom and wiped his footprints with a mop, and before leaving the door, he wiped the fingerprints on the door with the strip of cloth in his kit, and before closing the door, he frowned and thought hard, and closed the door after making sure that he had nothing left.

He first went back to his dorm room, changed into clean overalls, took off his blood-stained clothes and put them in his kit. When he undressed, he found that the natural emerald gemstone he was carrying with him was missing, and he turned his clothes inside out and still did not see the gemstone.

It was a treasure left to him by his parents, and he originally thought that if he couldn't get it, he would mortgage the gem.

When he thought that it was likely to be left in the deceased's room, he patted the top of his head vigorously.

At this time, it was too late to go back and get it back, because the deceased's husband had already called the police, and the police immediately blocked the scene after they arrived.

He could only hope that the police wouldn't notice the gem.

As time passed, he found that the police not only did not suspect him but also questioned him, which made his hanging heart slowly relax.

(End of chapter)