The female corpse has left Tundong Square for about half an hour, and there are dozens of big men around Tundong Square, they are watching Mu Zisheng and Ge Dali like aliens, everything they are busy with, although they don't understand what they do, but curiosity drives them to stay here. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ge Dali frowned, looked at the crowd that refused to leave for a long time, and whispered to Mu Zisheng:

"I said, Brother Sheng, this group of people looks at us like dogs, it's uncomfortable."

Mu Zisheng didn't look back at the crowd that was still watching, but said while checking the footprints on the ground:

"I said vigorously, you can't have a little brain, who do you say is a dog? It's because people are curious, so leave them alone and work in peace! ”

The other two police officers from County Z also looked at Ge Dali inexplicably, because Dali said that people looked at them like dogs, scratched their heads vigorously, and said embarrassedly:

"Isn't that a metaphor? Besides, this kind of work of finding clues is not suitable for me to do, and I am suitable for arresting people. ”

After speaking vigorously, don't crook your mouth, bared your teeth, lifted your sleeves, and leaked out your thick elbows. Seeing the vigorous and rude, the two policemen also quickly turned their heads, they knew that the big man of the strong investigation team was not easy to mess with, and his temper was not too good.

Mu Zisheng pushed his eyes, raised his head and gathered on the lighthouse again, and shouted in his mouth:

"I can't describe it like that, but I said vigorously, your physical strength is so good, how long would it take for you to carry a hundred pounds of something to the top of this lighthouse?"

Although the lighthouse stairs are not ninety degrees vertical, they are close to straight, and ordinary people are on a five-story building, and they will feel a little out of breath when they go up in one breath, but this lighthouse is so straight, it must take about two minutes for ordinary people to go up slowly, not to mention carrying a corpse, and the dead body is particularly heavy and will fall down.

He looked up at the straight lighthouse, and then said disdainfully:

"Two minutes!"

Mu Zisheng turned his head indifferently to look at Dali's side face, Dali did not withdraw his gaze, Mu Zisheng then said:

"Answer seriously, this is the crux of the case!"

Ge Dali quickly looked back at Mu Zisheng's stunned appearance, swallowed his saliva and said:

"Okay, at least five minutes."

Mu Zisheng pondered and asked:

"It takes five minutes for a muscular hunk like you, and ordinary people can't climb up with a dead corpse at all!"

At the mention of dead bodies, Ge Dali's expression became serious:

"Strictly speaking, I'm talking about a hundred pounds of weight, if it's about carrying a corpse, it may take ten minutes to go up, and ordinary people can't go up with a hundred pounds at all."

The two policemen on the side listened to the conversation between the two in amazement, carrying a hundred pounds on this lighthouse? They looked at the lighthouse and swallowed nervously.

Mu Zisheng lowered his head and thought, Ge Dali's cognitive ability to this kind of thing that requires physical strength is absolutely accurate enough, that's right, if you let a person like Mu Zisheng carry a weight of fifty catties, even if he can barely go up, it will already be half a life to the top, you must know that this is a lighthouse with an inclination close to vertical, so the endurance and physical strength required are even greater, although it is only fifty catties, but to reach the top with a feeling of hundreds of catties, and the longer the time, the greater the force that the human body will feel because of the pendant, So that's why people carry things on the flat floor, even if they're not very heavy, but they feel very heavy when they go upstairs. Mu Zisheng swallowed his saliva, to be honest, even if he was asked to carry fifty pounds, he would not have the confidence to reach the top of the lighthouse.

Ge Dali looked at Mu Zisheng's thinking, and said:

"And the physical energy of a person is very fast when going up this staircase, and if I am five meters high, I will not be confident that I can climb to the top. But Brother Sheng, will the murderer tie a rope to the lighthouse, and then tie the corpse at one end and pull it at the other end? However, it is more laborious to pull a hundred-pound object to the top of the lighthouse. He swallowed vigorously, "It's really difficult, but it's not impossible." ”

The two policemen from Z County on one side listened and said:

"The corpse is close to ten meters from the ground, but pulling the corpse with a rope and falling on the lighthouse is indeed enough to choke, at least one of the two of us will definitely not be able to do it, if the two of them are together, they can barely pull it up!"

Mu Zisheng nodded, he had also considered this as they said, but if one person pulls it, it will take a lot of effort! But if it's two people, it seems to be more reliable, but it's not impossible to pull alone, you can use auxiliary tools, such as rollers or something, which is more labor-saving, but it's not certain.

Mu Zisheng asked:

"Vigorously, if, I mean if, if you were a murderer, how would you choose to get the body up?"

Said vigorously and vigorously:

"Throw it directly on your shoulder, carry it and go up."

The other two said:

"This is the rude thing to do, if we would rather find a way to pull it up with a rope, after all, if we carry it like this, we will die if we don't do it."

Hearing them say this, Dali's eyes widened and looked at them, they quickly turned back and pretended to take notes, and Dali turned back and said:

"Brother Sheng, although what they said is not unreasonable, I still like this rude method."

"And how do you get up?"

"Of course, one hand pulls the iron ladder, the other hand holds the corpse, and then go up, otherwise how can you go up?"

Compared with this rude method, Mu Zisheng prefers to pull it up, after all, the murderer doesn't know whether it is one person or two people, or a group of people, so everything is unknown now, and if you want to know how many people there are, you have to find evidence.

Mu Zisheng's eyes swept over the ground of the square, the ground was heavily dusty, and the footprints were messy, it was impossible to find clues to the footprints from the ground, he stared at the iron ladder, and asked casually:

"Are there many people going up to the lighthouse today?"

The two policemen replied:

"Only the person who took the corpse went up, and everyone else didn't go up because the corpse's expression was too terrifying."

"Okay, thank you for your answer."

"You're welcome."

Dali said on the side:

"What's wrong? Brother Sheng"

Muzisheng says:

"If it is really as you said, carry the corpse directly, then there will be deep footprints left on the iron ladder, if it is hung up, then even if the footprints are left will not be too deep, but there will be clues left by pulling the rope on the lighthouse, and the clues of pulling the rope are not easy to erase, but if you really carry it, the footprints can be erased, so let's look at the footprints on the iron ladder first."

On the iron ladder on the lighthouse, I saw large and small footprints sticking to dust, but some were slighter, some were more obvious, Mu Zisheng carefully observed the footprints, a footprint caught his attention, this footprint is more obvious, compared to the others, and it has been trending upward, Mu Zisheng looked back at the dust on the ground, nodded and said:

"Sure enough, that's it, fortunately this clue wasn't destroyed, but it's a little difficult to destroy these." Mu Zisheng said and looked down the iron ladder step by step, and there were more than 100 steps or so.

Then Mu Zisheng took out his notebook and took out a ruler and began to measure the width of the footprints.

Ge Dali was on the side, looking at the iron ladder, and exhaled:

"I said Brother Sheng, when are you going to record it like this?"

Mu Zisheng didn't look back at him:

"As long as there is the slightest clue, collect it."

Ge Dali could only nod helplessly on the side.