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The middle-aged woman said, "Yes, I am the lover of the owner, but alas, it used to be, but, now, it is not anymore." There was some disdain in his tone. I just arrived. ”

"Strange." Fu Qinglun thought secretly. asked, "Since you are Director Wang's lover, why did you come early in the morning?" ”

"There is nothing strange about that," said another young man in his twenties, "and I got the news early in the morning that something had happened to my father, so I came from school. That, my mom and my dad have been separated for almost three years, and they don't usually have much contact, and they only get together with us juniors on important holidays at most. I don't usually get in touch with each other."

"Yes. If it weren't for your unconscionable father, I would have moved out of the house and lived alone in the countryside for so long? The middle-aged woman said, "Well, but he's dead, let him pass." ”

The young man said, "Mom, Dad just passed away today, please don't mention it again..."

"yes, Mom. Although Dad was sorry for you before, but now..."The young man's voice was a little crying.

A nanny in her 40s who was slightly chubby said: "Mr. Policeman, our master is usually very popular and kind to us, but, hey, I don't know who I offended." Hey, I was killed like this...", she couldn't help but sigh.

Fu Qinglun took out a pen and notebook, quickly swept it across everyone's faces, looked at the fashionably dressed middle-aged woman, and then wrote the code name of 1 in the notebook. And write a small minus sign in the upper right corner of 1. After looking at the young man for a few seconds, he wrote down 2 again.

Fu Qinglun said to the old butler: "Old butler, please take us to the scene of the incident first, and the others will wait in the hall first, and they will make a record one by one." He put on white latex gloves. Xiao Song took out the camera from his purse and put on rubber gloves.

When the young man was about to go together, Fu Qinglun stopped him and said, "Young man, let's go to the scene for the time being, and we will call you later." ”

The old butler hunched slightly and led the two of them up the stairs, step by step up to the second floor.

"Marble stairs, material pearl flowers, average texture, market price of about 100 yuan per square meter, compared to the level of the villa is not very good. It should not have been built at the same time. Fu Qinglun smiled casually. Xiao Song said in a low voice: "We are here to investigate the case, so it doesn't matter if this step is made." ”

Fu Qinglun ignored it, and continued: "The fabric looks good, but there will be many problems after a long time. In this way, Director Li is a person who does not know the details very well, at least in this respect. There will also certainly be associated flaws in the personality. ”

"Mr. Policeman has good eyesight, this marble staircase was indeed built a few years ago. The host he doesn't care much about that. "The butler's address to him has been upgraded from Mr. Cop to Mr. Detective. Perhaps he has realized that Fu Qinglun has extraordinary observation and analytical skills. even had a good impression of this calm middle-aged man.

"I know, but I want you to learn a little bit, to be meticulous at all times and everywhere. Remembered. ”

Although the few people downstairs were asked by Fu Qinglun, they still couldn't hold back and followed upstairs one by one.

The old butler led the two men to the master bedroom on the second floor, and tremblingly took the key and opened the white door. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came to my face. Xiao Song hurriedly covered his nose with one hand.

Fu Qinglun couldn't help frowning, then took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on. He asked the housekeeper, "Were you the first to find your master's body?" Have any strangers been here before or have there been any strange movements? ”

The old butler said, "Yes, at half past five this morning." No strangers had been there from last night to this morning, and there were no strange sounds. Same as usual. ”

"Has anyone else entered this room since discovering your owner's body?"

"No, there were still three nannies at the time, just the four of us, and after I found out, I hurriedly called 110 and called all the owner's relatives, relatives and friends." There was a commotion from several people behind him.

"Yes." Fu Qinglun knew that no matter how difficult it was to control these people, he then said to the people behind him: "No one is allowed to enter for the time being. He turned his head and asked Xiao Zuo, "When can the forensic and investigation teams in the bureau come?" ”

"At least until after half past nine."

Fu Qinglun looked at his watch, and the current time is: "8:03".

"Xiao Song, let's take a look at the corpse first."

So Xiao Song, Fu Qinglun and the housekeeper walked into the room. The room is surrounded by white walls and golden curtains, and in the middle of the room is a European classic double bed. About 1 meter away from the bed was Director Wang, who was wearing a white bathrobe. The snow-white clothes had almost turned reddish-brown, and some of them had begun to turn black. He had a wound on his head and a wound on his chest, and the blood had clotted and looked like it had been some time. Fu Qinglun carefully observed for a while and said: "The murderer is very vicious, if it weren't for the deep hatred, he wouldn't have attacked three times in a row." ”

Xiao Song covered his nose and said, "Three times? Aren't there only 2 wounds? ”

Fu Qinglun frowned and said, "I was hit the head once, but there were traces of two attacks in the heart of my chest. The head was hit with a long weapon such as an awl, and the chest should have been attacked by the same object, but it could have been a different weapon. The two attacks were quite some time visible from the edge of the wound, and it was strange why the killer would strike again after he had succeeded? It stands to reason that this part of the head is also enough to cause fatal injury. Or is the murderer trying to cover up something? ”

Xiao Song said with a confused face: "I don't even understand what you don't understand." ”

"Indeed, I am a little dazed, and it seems that I have to wait for the results of the autopsy to come out before I can make a conclusion."

At that moment, there was a noise outside the door. Several cars stopped in turn, and quite a few people had already poured into the hall.

"What's the situation?" The old butler said.

"It is estimated that it is the relatives and friends of the owner, or the reporter. Surely it won't be the people in the bureau, those guys have always been slow. Fu Qinglun said to Xiao Song.

I only heard a crowd of people rushing up to the second floor. Xiao Song hurriedly blocked the police with the old housekeeper. Sure enough, a few reporters had already clicked up with flashing lights and asked loudly: "Comrade policeman, what is the current development of the case?" "Is it love killing? Vendetta? I heard that the chairman of this company did not have a good reputation during his lifetime, did he have a grudge with others? "Please, tell me a little bit about it!"

"What a headache! The news came out quickly. Fu Qinglun thought to himself.

While taking Xiao Zuo's camera, he followed and took pictures. "There are about seven or eight people crowded on the stairs on the second floor, about five reporters, and three people should be relatives and friends of Mr. Wang." Fu Qinglun glanced back, took out his notebook while thinking to himself, looked at the back of the old butler, wrote three on the third page of the book, and marked a negative sign in the upper right corner of the three. On the last page, I drew an overview sketch of the bedroom.

After taking a few photos, Fu Qinglun began to carefully search around the bedroom. He has handled countless cases in his life and experienced countless ups and downs, but this time the scene is still a little terrifying. The yellow-brown carpet was stained with reddish-brown blood, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. The windows were closed, so that not a trace of wind could be heard. The curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, and the room was shrouded in darkness. He took out the magnifying glass from his bosom and carefully searched the carpet, but found nothing suspicious except for bloodstains, let alone traces of the murder weapon. After a few minutes, he raised his head, sighed, and said to himself, "It seems that this case is not simple. The murderer actually did a perfect job, and there was not a single clue left at the scene. After searching the ground, he carefully moved his steps to check the walls and ceiling around him. A painting hanging on the wall caught his eye: "This is?" ”。 This is a half-nude art photo of a young girl, the girl is affectionate, in the mood for love, and the sons and daughters of Mr. Wang are over this age, which is really inconsistent and a little incomprehensible. Maybe he's an oil painting enthusiast? "Mr. Wang usually paints or appreciates oil paintings?"

"Nope." The housekeeper said. Fu Qinglun frowned, and found that there was a small sign with words written on the portrait, which should be the author's signature and the source of the portrait. He filmed it with his camera. And with a red pen, he added a horizontal bar to the sketch of the room. Keep searching.