The deceased's name was Lu Tao. Dressed in school uniform, apparently a student.

Zhang Yichi felt that he and Lu Tao might be classmates, so he entered the chat software again and checked the information of the group members one by one in the class group of the eighth class of the second year of high school where he was located. As expected, Lu Tao was among them.

Later, Zhang Yichi downloaded a satellite map app, searched for the location of their school, and found that the middle school was opposite his current community. This also proves once again that the speculation that this house was rented by him in order to facilitate commuting to and from school is correct.

May 6 is Saturday.

Since they were all students, they all had to go to school on Monday. This is a troublesome point, the task given to him by the mysterious force is to hold on for seven days, if he has to go to school the day after tomorrow, then Lu Tao's affairs may soon be exposed.

However, this matter is still relatively far away, and he decided to focus on the present moment and solve the problems in front of him one by one.

There was a large patch of blood on the floor, and there was varying degrees of splattering on the coffee table and the white walls. And before cleaning up the traces of the scene, the body must be settled. Zhang Yichi glanced at the tricky corpse and walked into the small bedroom where the miscellaneous items were kept, hoping to find something that could help him.

A few minutes later, he returned to the living room with two rolls of plastic wrap. A roll of plastic wrap is opened, a roll is unopened, and the unopened roll says that it is forty-five centimeters wide and one hundred and twenty meters long, Zhang Yichi plans to use this thing to wrap Lu Tao's body. Although one roll was used, it must add up to more than 200 meters, which is enough.

It's 7:50 a.m., about five and a half hours after Lu Tao died, and his body has begun to gradually become stiff, and his skin has turned black because of blood clotting.

Zhang Yichi was sweating, he wiped it, took out a long sleeve from the closet, and wrapped his upper body in a layer of plastic wrap after putting it on, and then squatted down and tried to help Lu Tao's upper body up. This was not easy, Zhang Yichi lifted Lu Tao's upper body about forty-five degrees, and then pressed his knees against Lu Tao's back, and began to wrap Lu Tao's upper body with plastic wrap.

The temperature of the corpse actually didn't seem to be very cold, but Zhang Yichi still felt a strong sense of strangeness. At present, for him, the difference between the living and the dead is more psychological. His hands trembled slightly, and he quickly wound them with rough strokes. After wrapping around a few times, Lu Tao's face was slightly deformed due to the squeezing. Seeing this, Zhang Yichi pulled more than ten tissues to cover Lu Tao's face, and wrapped it dozens of times, now Lu Tao's upper body was already wrapped tightly, and he couldn't see Lu Tao's appearance at all, which reduced the psychological pressure to a certain extent.

After wrapping the upper body, Zhang Yichi dragged the body out of the pool of blood, and began to wrap the lower body again, and when he was wrapping, he took out his mobile phone from Lu Tao's pocket and put the mobile phone aside, Zhang Yichi continued to be busy, and finally used the two rolls of plastic wrap, and Lu Tao was also wrapped into a mummy.

"Whew......" Zhang Yichi stood up and breathed a long sigh of relief.

This is not only physical work, but also a test of psychological endurance, so less than 20 minutes of work, he is already tired and sweaty. After resting for a few minutes, Zhang Yichi walked into the bathroom and found two rags and a footbath, ready to clean up the bloodstains.

The time was close to eight o'clock, and the sky was a little dark, Zhang Yichi turned on the light in the living room, began to dip it in water and wiped the blood on the ground with a rag, and basins of sewage were poured into the toilet. After about half an hour of cleaning with various cleaning liquids, the blood on the tiled floor and on the coffee table was cleaned - at least the abnormality was not visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yichi, who had read criminal investigation novels when he was working in the library, knew that there was a reagent called luminol that could detect very small amounts of blood, even if he washed it cleanly. But if there is really a day when direct evidence is extracted by reagent testing, there must be a premise, that is, the police have suspected him of murder. As long as he can avoid being suspected of murder by the police, then the police will not have a motive to search his home for no reason.

Throwing the bloodstained rag and the fruit knife that killed Lu Tao into the basin, Zhang Yichi sat on the sofa and began to rest. At this time, there was a mummy-like corpse of Lu Tao on the right side of the living room, and the tools he used to clean up the scene were piled up at the door of the bathroom. Everything else was back to normal, and it was impossible for a normal person to see that there had been a murder here a few hours earlier.

It's just that the blood splattered on the walls can't be washed away.

The walls of this rented house are only scraped with putty powder, and the location of the blood splatter is also quite special, it is located in the corner from the living room to the kitchen, and the position is on the high side. It's not valid to put wallpaper to cover it up, after all, no one will put wallpaper in this position, and sticking it will make it more noticeable. But if you put wallpaper all over your home, it's a huge project, and buying a lot of wallpaper during this sensitive period is also likely to be noticed by the police in the next few days.

The idea of using a shovel or knife to shovel off the splattered blood little by little was also quickly ruled out. The blood is so deep that if you shovel out all the blood, it will leave obvious marks.

The blood on the wall is temporarily unsolvable, and it can only be before Zhang Yichi finds a way, he must not let anyone enter the house, otherwise it will be exposed as soon as possible.

Zhang Yichi, who had a little pain in his head, gave up thinking about the wall, he picked up Lu Tao's mobile phone, and wanted to query some useful information from Lu Tao's mobile phone. It's a pity that Lu Tao's mobile phone has a password and he didn't get his wish.

After a short adjustment of the state, Zhang Yichi sorted out the things that Lu Tao left in his house.

They are: a pair of high-count glasses, a bag full of books, and a mobile phone with a password.

These things also have to find a chance to dispose of them. As for Lu Tao's corpse, even if it is wrapped in a ball, it is still the most tricky. Keep it at home? Wouldn't it be too risky? If the police really said that they wanted to see his house at that time, Lu Tao's body would be easily discovered, after all, there was no good hiding place in his house.

Throw outside? He still doesn't know what the situation is outside, but he has seen the aerial view from the satellite map app. Moreover, the update cycle of satellite maps is slow, and he may not be able to see what he is looking at now from a few years ago.

Zhang Yichi took a shower, washed off the blood and sweat on his body, then changed into new clothes, poured a glass of water to drink, and planned to go out later to explore the terrain.

The blood splattered on the wall could not be solved for the time being, and it was relatively early for Monday classes, and now understanding the terrain to transport Lu Tao's body out had become the primary problem.

As long as this matter can be arranged properly, Zhang Yichi's pressure can be relieved by more than half.

"Ding-dong...... Dingdong ......"

Just as he was planning his next step, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Someone's coming!