Feng Zhe saw Yu Ze and recognized him as his sister's boyfriend. He frowned slightly and blocked the door: "Condolences are not welcome, get out!"
The purpose of their live broadcast is to constantly play the victim and create the image of a miserable mother and son who are ignored and whose lives have become a mess because of their sister.
Anyone who comes to pay their respects would be a slap in their face and they will not welcome anyone.
Yu Ze raised his eyebrows: "Are you broadcasting live?"
Feng Zhe's face changed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yu Ze: "Do you need me to break in and say a few words in front of the camera?"
Feng Zhe's face instantly turned fierce when he heard this. He lowered his voice and glared at Yu Ze: "What the hell do you want to do? My sister is dead, why are you still coming to our house to bother?"
Yu Ze: "I just came to take a look, and the sight of the things reminded me of the past. You can continue the live broadcast, I won't be in the camera, let's go in and take a look."
Feng Zhe was angered by his self-righteous attitude: "Why? Who are you? Just because you say so, I have to let you in?"
Qiao Xi poked his head out from behind Yu Ze, looking very soft and cute: "If you don't let us in, we will come in every day to make trouble, so that you can't continue your live broadcast, and leave messages in your live broadcast room to stir up trouble."
She looks cute, but what she says is not so cute.
When Feng Zhe mentioned the live broadcast room, his face changed. He gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Don't go too far!"
Josh shrugged. "You decide for yourself."
Feng Zhe was afraid that they would block his way to wealth, so he had no choice but to let them in and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble, or I will call the police to arrest you!"
But this area is a poor neighborhood, and the public security is already very poor. The few people who maintain public security are basically just for show.
Yu Ze ignored him.
Several people entered the house.
The houses in the slums are basically the same size, with narrow areas and cramped layouts, and almost all usable corners are used.
This small duplex room has very low ceilings upstairs and downstairs, making it very depressing to live in, especially since the room is packed with things, giving one the feeling of living in a cramped space.
It is difficult to find any clues in such a dirty and messy environment.
Qiao Xi looked towards the mourning hall, which was actually just a small living room with some paper money and other things piled up in the living room.
Banban's mother was crying heart-wrenchingly in front of the camera.
Perhaps because of so many days of continuous crying, her eyes were severely bloodshot and turned a terrifying red. Her eyelids were swollen and she looked extremely haggard.
Even a large area under my eyes was red and swollen.
When she got tired of crying, Feng Zhe would immediately wink at her from behind the camera, asking her to work harder.
Qiao Xi frowned slightly and followed Yu Ze upstairs.
The three of them entered Banban's room.
In fact, they had already been to this room and had searched almost all the useful information.
Yu Ze looked around and looked in Qiao Xi's direction: "Only the scratches on the door?"
Josh nodded, "That's basically it, but there was some blood when I came last time, and it's been cleaned up now."
Yu Ze walked to the door and squatted, but he did not see the scratches they mentioned.
Josh frowned in confusion, walked over and squatted, "Huh? What happened? It was still there when we came last time."
Rob also squatted down: "Yeah, I saw it last time too, it was very obvious."
Qiao Xi glanced at the repaired door and exchanged glances with Yu Ze: "I remember that there were indeed traces of fingertips scratching the door on Ban Ban's body."
Yuzawa: "This means that before she died, she was likely trying to open the door to ask for help, or trying to get other people's attention by scratching the door."
Josh lowered his head and thought for a moment: "If this is the case, does it mean that she may not have committed suicide?"
Rob's eyes lit up: "It is also possible that he regretted it when he was on the verge of death and didn't want to die anymore, so he wanted to struggle to save himself!"
Josh looked at the calendar on the table: "The day she died was a weekend. I asked the owners of the nearby breakfast shops before, and their families were at home that day."
Rob asked again: "Could it be that it was too noisy downstairs and they didn't hear Banban's cry for help upstairs?"
Isozawa: "I think we have to ask her family for the details. They must know something."
Rob was puzzled: "Why?"
Yuzawa: "This house is full of old marks, but the marks on this door where the deceased had scratched it have been cleaned up. What does this mean?"
Rob scratched his head: "What does that mean?"
Josh: "A thief has a guilty conscience. There are scratches on the door, both old and new. The house is full of signs of oldness and damage. Why don't they repair other places instead of a room where someone has died and they may not even live in it? It's unnecessary, isn't it?"
Yuze nodded: "So, it is very likely that they know something."
Josh thought for a moment and said, “I’ll go down and try them with my skills.”
Yu Ze nodded.
Several people went downstairs and watched their live broadcast from the side.
Banban's mother is Li Xiaoping, who is usually a timid and cowardly person.
It was already very difficult for her to cry so naturally in front of her son and the camera, and now with a few more audiences, she became even more anxious.
Feng Zhe was a little displeased. He walked over and lowered his voice in a warning tone: "What are you doing? Is there anything else?"
Josh shrugged, "Nothing, just wanted to stay here for a while."
Li Xiaoping couldn't cry anymore. Feng Zhe had no choice but to find an excuse to quickly end the live broadcast as he was also afraid that the people around him would cause trouble.
Qiao Xi took the opportunity to walk over and helped Li Xiaoping, who was kneeling on the ground, up: "Auntie, are you okay?"
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