The door of Zhou Papi's villa was not locked, and Tang Shan opened it as soon as he pushed it.

Before entering the door, Tang Shan put a plastic bag on each of his feet to avoid leaving obvious footprints.

Entering the courtyard, Tang Shan remembered that after the gambling game ended, he and Chen Yusheng were the last people to leave here. The door should have been brought by Chen Yusheng.

Tang Shan turned around, lifted the corner of his shirt, and wiped it on the door frame and the edge of the door, as well as on the doorknob. He even took a few breaths on the doorknob, and then used his sleeve back and forth to wipe the wetness off completely.

I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs run. Tang Shan has seen from film and television dramas that at the scene of the murder, the police can always easily find fingerprints. Since he returned here, he could not leave any traces that were harmful to him.

The building is on the outskirts of the city, and it is almost four o'clock in the morning, and the surroundings are quiet. Tang Shan could clearly hear the sound of cockroaches crawling on the ground, and held his breath, feeling like thousands of troops were practicing.

Suddenly, a mouse scurried by, and it didn't enter the corner not far away, and Tang Shan immediately broke out in a cold sweat. The underwear was wet. He stood in the courtyard for a long time before he turned and closed the door with his elbow. There is no anti-lock, but the wind can't blow.

The hall was brightly lit. Tang Shan and Chen Yusheng didn't turn off the lights when they left, and no one turned them off since then, and they have been lit until now.

Tang Shan walked in and saw the 32 pai gow on the table, should he also remove the fingerprints on the pai gow?

After thinking about it, I felt that it was unnecessary, as soon as the case happened, the police could soon find out that there was a gambling game that night, and he Tangshan was also one of the gamblers, if there was no trace on the card, it seemed abnormal.

Tang Shan began to go upstairs in fear. Walking very slowly, there were only twenty stairs in total, and he felt as difficult as trekking through mountains and rivers.

When he came to Zhou Weiliang's door again, Tang Shan was already panting. His physical strength is usually not so bad, but this time, I don't know what happened, he actually gasped like that.

The breath is like pulling a bellows, and the heartbeat is like beating a drum. Tang Shan leaned his back against the wall, pressed his hand to his chest, and tried his best to calm himself down.

Then he turned and walked into the living room. The door was not closed, and it had remained the same as it had been since he climbed down the stairs. The TV is still on, the TV series has long since ended, and now it is an unknown advertisement.

On the TV screen, a woman was facing Zhou Weiliang's corpse and said warmly:

"The waist is good, the kidneys are good, he is good, and I am good."

With the voice, the fear in Tang Shan's heart was alleviated a lot. What he feared most in his life was the silence that he could hear even cockroaches crawling.

Yuyama still remembers the route through which the blood flowed. He didn't dare open his eyes in that direction. He was afraid that he would faint again. Although the blood had already coagulated, and the color was estimated to have turned purple and black, even if he saw it, he might not have such a big reaction.

Tang Shan's blood sickness is aimed at the fresh, flowing crimson blood.

Tang Shan leaned down and began to look for his mobile phone by the faint light of the TV screen. Not under the sofa, not under the coffee table.

Tang Shan clearly remembered that he was tripped by Zhou Weiliang's legs just now, and at this angle, the mobile phone should have fallen somewhere between the TV cabinet and the coffee table.

But there was no trace of the phone. Tang Shan began to panic a little. Didn't your phone drop here, but somewhere else after you went out?

It is unlikely that the phone will be dropped on the street, because when he gets home, he walks very slowly and steadily, and if the phone is still in his trouser pocket at the time, it will definitely not pop out.

So, did you drop your phone on the stairs when you climbed downstairs with a roll? This is very likely. But when I went upstairs just now, I didn't see anything on the stairs. Or maybe it's a dark corner where the phone rolls into.

That said, you should look outside.

Thinking of this, Tang Shan stood up and walked out. As soon as I reached the door, the sound of singing suddenly sounded in the house. Tang Shan was so frightened that he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

That's not the sound on TV. It's his phone ringing. The voice was all too familiar to him.

He didn't have time to get up, got on all fours, turned around and crawled back into the house. The phone was still ringing, the song was still singing, and the ringtone seemed loud and happy, completely overpowering the hoarseness of the commercials on TV.

Tang Shan closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress his heartbeat and breathing, and began to discern the direction from which the phone ringtone was coming from.

Not under the sofa, not under the coffee table, not next to the TV cabinet. The voice came from Zhou Weiliang. Precisely, from Zhou Weiliang's corpse.

Tang Shan didn't plan to look at Zhou Weiliang again. But in the current situation, it is not possible not to look at it. Because his phone is likely to be pressed under this guy. If you can't get your phone back, you have to turn over the corpse.

Tang Shan's forehead began to sweat. The breathing is heavier and the heart is beating faster.

He opened his eyes. The phone is still ringing. Follow the sound and look over. Suddenly, his head "buzzed", and he fell into a blank space, and his eyes suddenly darkened. And the heart jumped to the throat and could no longer fall, blocking the trachea and unable to breathe.

The phone was in Zhou Weiliang's trouser pocket. It's still ringing, it's still vibrating, and the screen is flashing.

The light of the mobile phone squeezed out of the trouser pocket. It seems that a treacherous man is laughing darkly.

Tang Shan fell backwards. His head slammed into the corner of the TV cabinet, and the pain went to the bone marrow. Fortunately, the pain prevented him from fainting and brought him back to his senses a little. Part of the mind was restored.

Why is his mobile phone in Zhou Weiliang's pocket? No matter how you fall, you can't fall so accurately.

It's not an accident, it's man-made. In other words, someone stuffed his mobile phone into Zhou Weiliang's trouser pocket. Who is this man? There is no doubt that it must be the murderer.

But how is that possible?

Whether it's impossible or not, get the phone back first.

Tang Shan supported the ground with his left elbow, stretched his right hand forward as much as he could, and used his index and middle fingers to reach into Zhou Weiliang's trouser pocket and clip the phone out. Unexpectedly, as soon as the mobile phone came out of his trouser pocket, a vicious question came from the earpiece:

"Who are you?"

Tang Shan couldn't help but let out an "ah", shook his hand, and threw the phone to the corner of the TV cabinet.

He didn't expect his fingers to press the answer button and the hands-free button at the same time when he was panicking.

The phone fell like this, the screen cracked, but the call did not hang up. The other party must have heard Tang Shan's exclamation, as well as the sound of the mobile phone cracking, and asked viciously again:

"Who the fuck are you?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and in the current environment, it sounded very poignant, like a demon in the eighteenth layer of hell.

Tang Shan's heart slammed again, and he almost broke out of his chest. He held his breath, used his hands and feet together, half climbed and half rolled, rushed to the phone, reached out and pressed the hang up button hard.

The phone screen flashes silver. Tang Shan Dingqing looked at it, only to realize that it was not his mobile phone. Because the pattern, color and software of the mobile phone desktop look very unfamiliar.

If someone deliberately puts their phone in Zhou Weiliang's pocket, there is no need to change these settings so thoroughly. In addition, his mobile phone has a leather case, but this one is a bare metal.

If someone framed him, there was no need to remove the holster.

Zhou Papi actually used the same mobile phone as himself. And the ringtones are all exactly the same.

Tang Shan stared at his phone for a long time. I was a little glad in my heart. Since this is not your own phone, then, things may not be as bad as you think.

The question is, where did your phone go?

Let's leave the scene of the murder first. Tang Shan used his hands and feet again and crawled towards the door. As soon as I took a step, the phone rang again, the same music, the same volume.

Tang Shan was so frightened that he immediately turned around, his first feeling was that the person just now had called again.

But when he looked at the phone screen, he was even more shocked than just now. The screen is black, lying quietly in the corner of the TV cabinet. Obviously, it's not this phone that rings this time.

After Tang Shan was shocked, he hurriedly followed the voice to find it.

Under the table at the end of the TV stand, his mobile phone was lying in the shadow of the table's legs. If it weren't for the flash of the screen, it wouldn't be visible from any angle.

Tang Shan took his phone in a panic and looked at it, and the names displayed on the screen shocked him again.

Jiang Suping.

Since asking for Jiang Suping's number from Chen Yusheng a year ago, he has never called the other party. And he didn't expect that the first time he received a call from the other party, he was at the scene of the murder.

Tang Shan didn't know whether to pick it up or not. Fingers swirled back and forth on the edge of the screen, and finally the answer button was pressed. Keep your phone close to your ear.

Jiang Suping's voice was full of grievances:

"Why didn't you answer my phone in the middle of the night?"

Tang Shan didn't know what to say, and told her that his mobile phone was dropped at the scene of the murder, and he only found it now? But he just said "ah", and then opened his mouth and didn't say anything again.

In fact, Tang Shan should ask, why didn't she sleep at four or five o'clock in the morning? Is there anything we can't wait until tomorrow? But under Tang Shan's shock, the language function has not yet recovered.

It was Jiang Suping who spoke:

"I have something to tell you, it was inconvenient to be in your house just now."

Tang Shan whispered "ah" again, but still did not recover the language function. The timing was so wrong, and the occasion was not right. Being at the scene of the murder, how could Tang Shan speak well?

Jiang Suping seemed to cry:

"If you don't talk about it today, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

Tang Shan let out an "ah" for the third time, still not knowing what to say.

Jiang Suping paused, and finally cried on the other end of the phone:

"If you don't want to hear it, forget it. I wish you happiness. ”

The other party hung up the phone. Tang Shan was sad, but also a little inexplicable, thinking that I am like this now, and I am still happy.

I wanted to dial it back, but after hesitating for a while, I felt that I was not in a hurry to explain. He put his phone in his trouser pocket, turned around and crawled out the door.

Tang Shan climbed to the edge of the stairs and stood up, just about to stretch out his feet downstairs, when his heart suddenly moved, the person who dialed Zhou Weiliang's phone just now, as soon as he connected, he didn't speak, and the other party knew that the end of the phone was not Zhou Weiliang himself.

In other words, the other party is likely to know that Zhou Weiliang is dead at this moment. Then, the person on the other end of the phone, even if he is not the murderer, knows who the murderer is.

Thinking of this, Tang Shan turned back into the house, half-closed his eyes, half-squatted, crawled back to the TV cabinet by feeling, and put Zhou Weiliang's broken mobile phone into his other trouser pocket.

Retreat to the door again, and go downstairs to leave. There was a sudden "bang" sound downstairs, and Tang Shan was like standing on a car that suddenly started, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

He held his breath and listened, and after the sound downstairs, there was silence for ten seconds, and then there was the sound of footsteps going up the stairs.

Tang Shan was shocked, his brain was blank, but his hands and feet were not slow at all, crawling around Zhou Weiliang's corpse, seeing that there was nowhere to hide in the hall, he dodged and slipped into the bedroom.

The bedroom didn't turn on the lights, and with the faint light of the hall, Tang Shan quickly swam under the bed like a loach.

Before Tang Shan could adjust his lying posture and breathing, the sound of footsteps outside had already reached the hall.

The footsteps stopped, and the visitor seemed to be calmly observing the situation inside the house. After a while, the visitor crept to the bedroom door and turned on the light with a "click".

Tang Shan trembled, opened his mouth wide and almost screamed. He covered his mouth with the palm of his hand in time, and saw the visitor standing in the doorway with a pair of feet, as if he had carefully looked over the bedroom, then turned off the light, withdrew, and closed the door again.

Tang Shan trembled under the bed.

Those feet, Tang Shan is very familiar. And those shoes, Tang Shan is more familiar.