Without giving it too much thought, Bunny chooses to re-enter the map!

This map pass was used a total of 5 times when it fell into the hands of Brother Yi, Brother Yi used it once, he used it once, and now there are 3 chances left!

When you re-enter the map, you will still be greeted by familiar images.

A cramped bedroom with a computer on the desk, and a browser page on the computer monitor that looks like it's searching for something.

The ashtray on the computer desk was already piled up, and even a few cigarette butts had overflowed.

The rabbit glanced around, put his nails into his mouth and gnawed on it in a trance, holding the mouse in a frightened and anxious way to keep flipping through the browser pages on the monitor.

He didn't just hit the ground to clean up the bloodstains, like he did last time.

Instead, according to the information in the computer diary, I learned that the identity I played had the habit of gnawing at my nails when I was nervous, and I tried my best to improve my acting rating.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about what your identity would do in such a situation.

After doing all this.

The rabbit rushed to the living room, looked at the female corpse lying in a pool of blood in the living room, and did not immediately clean up the blood stains and start to dissect the body as last time.

Instead, he glanced up at the wall clock in the living room and quickly started a series of actions!

First of all, the fight marks in the house need to be dealt with simply, not all of them need to be processed, just a little bit of hands and feet.

Since the change of mindset, things have become much simpler.

Blood does not need to be disposed of, and corpses do not need to be disposed of.

Then the rabbit looked down at the bloodstained dagger on the coffee table, which was the dagger he played as the original owner who killed his wife, and it was stained with a large amount of the blood of the hostess and the fingerprints of the original owner.

The last time he entered the map, he cleaned the dagger of blood and fingerprints.

But this time he didn't do anything.

Instead, he held the dagger with his backhand, and after taking a deep breath, he aimed at his abdomen and stabbed three or four times in a row!

He was all too familiar with the wounds on corpses, and the difference between a wound where a person stabbed himself in the stomach and a wound stabbed by someone else was very large, and he could observe it with the naked eye alone.

And because he knows the wound too well, he can easily let the wound on his stomach that he has been stabbed by himself look like he has been stabbed.

And you can also use the strength of the attack to roughly fabricate the height and strength of the murderer and his weight.

After doing all this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he leaned back on the sofa, lying on the ground half-dead.

And the next second-

"Police, open the door!"

The door was suddenly slammed open, and a large number of uniformed police officers rushed in with guns and serious faces.

Suddenly, his complexion changed greatly.

"Homicide, there were two deceased."

"Wait!"

"One seems to be alive, apply for an ambulance!"

More than twenty hours passed.

The rabbit slowly opened his eyes and looked at the few uniformed police officers standing in front of his hospital bed in a trance, full of incomprehension.

He was already awake, to be precise, he shouldn't have been unconscious.

Although the injury to his abdomen was not small, he always had the feeling that this injury was not worth mentioning, as if he had been injured more seriously than this before, but he did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries in his memory.

Maybe it's because it's hard to be born, and the pain of this kind of injury is very high.

But he still pretended to be unconscious and lay in his hospital bed for a long time, allowing the crappy doctors to sew needles and threads on his stomach, and the officers had been in front of his bed since the bandage.

He had planned to stay out until the officers retreated, and then clear their suspicions and leave the map without incident, but now it looked as if they were going to stay here if he didn't wake up.

"Ugh."

After the rabbit sighed helplessly in his heart, he looked at the several police officers in front of the bed with white lips and said in a trembling voice: "How is she?" Awake? ”

“.”

A middle-aged man standing in front of the bed, led by the rabbit, was silent for a long time without an expression, and then stared straight into the rabbit's eyes and said word by word.

"It's a pity that your wife died at the scene of the crime, and the rescue was ineffective."

"No trace of a third person was found at the scene, only traces of you and your wife in the entire room."

"There are no signs of strong damage to the security doors, and there are no traces of steel cables on the windows."

"There are only fingerprints on the dagger."

"And before the crime, someone heard you and your wife arguing violently, and in your computer, we also found your diary."

"In your diary, you said that you failed to start a business, and after the failure of your business, your wife's attitude towards you plummeted, and we have every reason to suspect that you killed your wife after a violent argument because of your wife's dissatisfaction with your attitude towards you."

"You have enough motivation to commit the crime, and the clues to the crime at the scene point to you."

"How could it be !!"

The rabbit's eyes were full of disbelief and he stuffed his fingernails into his mouth, and the whole person was shrouded in grief and unacceptability, and his body continued to tremble and shrink in a ball.

It looks like he's caught in the extreme grief of his wife's death.

There was no refutation of the accusations of the police officer in front of him, but he fell into the endless grief after his wife's death.

After a long time.

The rabbit, who was in a better mental state, looked up at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "Did you catch him?" ”

"Who?"

"Murderer."

"According to the current clues, all the fingers are pointing at you, and you are the biggest suspect."

"Get out!"

Angry and regardless of his own injuries, the rabbit straightened up his upper body and smashed the pillow on the hospital bed against the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "A bunch of fools!! ”

An hour later.

The middle-aged police officer standing outside the ward leaned against the wall, his brow furrowed and fell into deep thought, and only after a moment did he speak hoarsely.

"I believe what he says."

"The site was so clean, so clean that it was deliberately arranged."

"Let's make an assumption."

He turned his head to look at the young trainee police officer beside him: "If you kill your wife after a failed business and have an emotional breakdown, what will you do?" ”

"Me?"

The trainee police officer who followed the middle-aged police officer hesitated a little and said: "I'm not married yet, so I can't quite understand this emotional breakdown, but if it were me, I might wipe off the fingerprints on the murder weapon first." ”

"That's right."

The middle-aged police officer nodded expressionlessly: "This step is very important, almost most people will subconsciously make some hidden actions after having an emotional breakdown or accidentally killing the person next to the pillow." ”

"For example, removing fingerprints, destroying traces of crimes, or destroying corpses, etc."

"It's a knee-jerk feedback from the human self-preservation system."

"Even most of the criminals who turned themselves in after the crime did these actions before turning themselves in, and there are many reasons why they turned themselves in, such as not being able to endure the moral condemnation in their hearts, being tired of the escape journey, and wanting to sleep soundly."

"But in either case, these criminals will subconsciously make some changes to the crime scene before turning themselves in, so as to hide the fact that they are murderers."

"But the crime scene of our case was too perfect."

"The fingerprints of the suspect on the murder weapon, the footprints of the suspect at the scene of the crime, the suspect's motive for the crime in the computer diary, the off-site witnesses who heard the quarrel when the informant heard the quarrel, and the deceased and the suspect were found when they arrived at the scene, etc."

"The whole process looks like someone is feeding us the credit for a murderer's case."

"If it weren't for the fact that I knew that my father was not the head of the authorities, I would have suspected that my father deliberately created the crime scene so that I would have given credit to me."

"The entire crime scene almost perfectly coincides with the crime scene cases we learned in the police academy."

"Amount"

The young police officer standing next to him against the wall touched his nose a little embarrassed, but his eyelids drooped, and he began to be a little suspicious in his heart.

It's really weird to say that.

Could it be that his director father gave him the credit for giving him a quick promotion?

Isn't this kind of feeding behavior a little too rough?

Trouble next time the whole thing is poisonous, that thing will be more credited.

"What do you mean, Captain?"

"I mean it very simply."

The middle-aged police officer lit a cigarette, put it into his mouth with a full of vicissitudes in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Medical students understand a truth, that is, in reality, it is almost impossible to see cases that are exactly the same as those in teaching. ”

"The cases in the teaching are just perfect cases, but in reality there are many variables."

"Once there is a perfect case that is exactly the same, ninety percent of them can be buried directly."

"We should also understand a truth, it is almost impossible to have a perfect case that is consistent with the textbook in reality, and there should also be all kinds of variables, if you meet it, you must have doubts."

"Based on the information we interrogated, I have a hypothesis that the suspect is someone else, who destroyed the crime scene and fled the place after the murder."

"Amount"

The young officer leaned against the wall and fell into deep thought and did not speak, he was a little reluctant to let the captain continue to investigate, after the captain's reminder, he was a little suspicious that this thing might really be the ghost of his own director's father, in case it was found on his father's head, it would be a lot of fun.

He coughed lightly and spoke tentatively.

“那个队长，现在目前为止除了嫌疑人的口录，其他所有矛头都指向嫌疑人，其实已经可以定罪了，凶杀案的功劳还是不小的。”

"Captain, you are the main one who handles this case, and you take the lion's credit."

"Isn't it a bit of a lot of effort to make extraneous branches?"

His meaning is very simple, whether this man is the real murderer or not, since the evidence points to him, he will condemn this man to death on the charge of murderer, at least they have the credit.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the young police officer beside him with a cold face: "Remember your declaration before joining the company, our goal is to find out the truth and avenge the people's grievances, not to arbitrarily determine unjust, false and wrongful cases." ”

(End of chapter)