Everyone followed Mo Zitong to the wasteland behind the hotel, and sure enough, as he said, it was overgrown with weeds and inaccessible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far from this clearing, there is a small river ditch, and in the distance there is a smoky stench. It seems that there is already a backwater there.

I have to say that the environment here is really dirty and messy, I don't understand what the people who live in this hotel think, is it really just because the price is cheap? Or is it because this is simply a "three-regardless" zone. No one cares who you are, no one cares what age you are, and no one cares who you're walking with. There are no rules and regulations such as the prohibition of entering at the age of 18 and the need to swipe your ID card to open a room, which is the fundamental reason for the booming business of this hotel.

Mu Sen stood under the position of room 302 of the hotel and raised his head to look. The back window was still open, and occasionally one or two staff members would walk past the window.

In a large number of large and small hotels, the windows in the rooms cannot be fully opened. This is a means of preventing accidents and is also a kind of safety insurance. Otherwise, I don't know how many people who can't think of it will run to the hotel and jump off the building to commit suicide every year. After all, no one wants to die in their own home, and let their family be shrouded in the shadow of death in the future. The hotel is easy to say, open a room, do not need any responsibility, and do not need to have any psychological burden.

However, the back window of this hotel does not belong to that large part. It opens completely, and the sash is large enough for an adult to jump off.

Mu Sen observed this, not to test how substandard the facilities of this hotel were, but to confirm that the window could accommodate a person.

But the problem now is that the weeds downstairs in 302 are empty, and there are no bodies at all.

Mussen crouched down and carefully observed the grass. Mo Zitong also squatted beside him at this time, pointed to a piece of overwhelmed weeds and said, "There are some blood stains on this, they are blood stains." But the amount of blood is very small, only a few drops. However, this is understandable, because the deceased's blood loss on the upper floor has exceeded at least three-quarters of the total blood volume of the human body. There wasn't much blood left, and even if he fell, there would be no more blood. ”

Mu Sen raised his eyes suspiciously and asked, "How to deal with so much blood?" Could it be ......" Mussen had already thought of the simplest answer.

I only heard Mo Zitong reply: "That's right, it's the bathroom." We did a luminol test in the gap of the drain hole in the bathroom and it was positive. From a fluorescent point of view, you will realize how amazing the amount of blood used to be in that room. ”

Mu Sen pulled Mo Zidi out a few steps, then pointed to the place and said, "Zidi, look." The weeds here are so vigorous, and no one comes, but only the grass facing the 302 window is overwhelmed. ”

Mo Zitong squinted his eyes slightly, looked at it twice, and said, "Yes, the grass there does have traces of being crushed by heavy objects." But do you see it in human form? If the murderer had thrown the deceased down from the upper floors and dragged the body away from here, it would have been impossible not to leave a bloody trail. ”

As he was talking, Captain Wu on the side interjected: "Yes, it's impossible that no one hears it!" What a move! ”

Mu Sen looked around and replied to Captain Wu: "Compared to the noise here, the sound of a person falling from the third floor will not be so amazing. ”

Captain Wu was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What about the corpse?" Brother Mu? After analyzing for so long, what did you analyze, can you give me some simple and direct answers? I'm tired of all your words coming around. Captain Wu said, and couldn't help but rub his brows.

Mussen turned around, pointed to the ditch in the distance, and said, "He's probably there." ”

Everyone's eyes turned to the stenking ditch, as if the stench they smelled came from corpses.

Captain Wu looked at the river, then at Mu Sen, and then said with some doubts: "Brother Mu, I don't doubt your reasoning ability, but are you really sure that the body is in the river?" Our great forensic doctor has already said just now, except for a little blood splash here, there is no trail of blood at all. How did the corpse get out of the meadow and into the ditch without a trace? Will the cornices walk on the wall lightly? Or is it swallow Li San floating on the water? ”

Faced with Captain Wu's questioning, Mu Sen explained calmly: "The murderer may have a carrier that was placed here in advance to move the body. The absence of trailing blood in the vicinity does not mean that there are no other trailing marks. As long as the body is properly disposed of and placed in some kind of carrier, it is possible to leave no traces of blood. In this way, it creates the illusion of what you just said. It was as if the body had fallen from the upper floors and disappeared. ”

Captain Wu was a little confused, but he still instructed the other officers to start preparing for the salvage work.

Mu Sen suddenly reminded again: "It is very likely that something was tied to the corpse and sank to the bottom of the river." Let's put a little effort into it! ”

Captain Wu looked around in surprise and asked, "Is there still such a clue here?" ”

"Nope." Mu Sen replied calmly.

"Then why do you say that??"

Mu Sen thought for a while, and finally looked at Captain Wu and explained: "I don't know how to tell you, you look around here, there are piles of road construction or renovation waste everywhere, if I am the murderer and I plan to throw the body into the river, I will definitely tie heavy objects on him to delay the time for him to float." ”

“…… Okay, okay, I'll send someone to start salvaging. Go on...... "Captain Wu knew that he and Mu Sen couldn't discuss this issue together, so he didn't talk nonsense anymore. Because Captain Wu looks at things from the ordinary perspective of a normal person, while Mu Sen, a monster, can see things from the psychology of a perverted murderer. In this way, it is destined that when they analyze the facts of the case, they will not speculate for more than half a sentence.

The only one who can resonate with Mu Sen is, of course, Mo Zitong. For example, now, he didn't pay attention to the conversation between Mu Sen and Captain Wu at all, but squatted in the overwhelmed grass by himself, as if he was observing something.

Mussen walked over and asked, "What, there's something wrong with this grass?" ”

Mo Zidi tilted his head slightly, then thought for a moment and replied: "I always have a very special feeling when I look at the shape of this grass. If we can know what this shape is, maybe we can know what the vehicle is for transporting the corpse. ”

Mu Sen looked at the large area of weeds that had been overwhelmed into an arc, and he couldn't say why for a while.

(PS: I'm sorry, the reaction to the drug has not passed, and the whole person is groggy, and he can only make a difference of two thousand.) It's inconvenient to be hospitalized, I hope you can forgive me,)