The elevator door suddenly opened, and Fu called Jiayi again, but the policewoman seemed not to hear him.
The next moment, she even lay on the ground, approached the iron gate and sniffed carefully.
Fang Zhenyue stared at Jiayi for a few seconds, waved to Fu, and walked to Jiayi's side. After squatting, he asked seriously: "What's the situation?"
Jiayi turned her head to look at the man squatting beside her, frowned and said seriously: "Brother Yue, I smell a strong strange smell."
"..." Fang Zhenyue stared at her eyes, then silently approached.
The double-layer door used by Unit D has an iron gate on the outside and a large gray iron door on the inside. The inner door looks tight, but there is a thin crack at the bottom. It should be caused by the iron door frame of the lower door gradually sinking down after being stepped on for a long time.
He sniffed hard for a long time before suddenly frowning.
There is indeed a strange smell in there, a very pungent perfume smell. It is normal for some residents to use aromatherapy at home, but who would use such a strong aromatherapy in their living environment that you can smell it just by getting close to the door crack?
It is hard to imagine how strong this smell will be after entering the house.
And...
He glanced at Jiayi, trying to eliminate the smell of rust, dust and other debris when sniffing. It seems that there is also some fishy smell from the perfume smell.
Jiayi was kneeling at the door. Suddenly she remembered something. She stood up and took out her small notebook from the cloth bag. After tearing off a piece of paper, she pressed a corner of the paper with great effort and stuffed the paper into the crack of the door. She rubbed it from one end to the other, and then pulled the paper back to see if the paper had rubbed against anything suspicious.
The first time she only got dust, but Jiayi did not give up and wanted to do it a second time.
Fang Zhenyue took the paper from her hand. His fingers were longer and could reach into the crack of the iron gate to stuff the paper deeper.
Fu stood two steps away, looking at Fang Sir squatting in front of the door of Unit D, and Xiao Eleven kneeling beside Fang Sir, and pursed his lips silently.
Compared with these two people, he seemed to be missing something.
What was it?
Fang Zhenyue stuck the paper to the crack of the inner door, stuffed it as deep as possible, and rubbed it from left to right.
When he pulled it out again, the two people in front of the door suddenly widened their eyes.
After staring at each other for a moment, Fang Zhenyue stood up and said, "Break the door."
Jiayi was still kneeling on the ground.
She raised her head high, facing the doubtful look of the sir above, and she said aggrievedly, "My legs are numb."
The cold atmosphere just now disappeared suddenly. Fang Zhenyue couldn't help laughing and stretched out his big hand to her.
The little girl's hand was soft and small. When holding it in his hand, he felt that it would be crushed if he applied a little force.
With a light lift, the little policewoman was pulled to stand up again.
She took her hand away from Fang Zhenyue's palm. The feeling of being wrapped in a strong and warm big hand disappeared. Jiayi raised her eyes to look at Fang Zhenyue, and then quickly retracted her gaze.
Hammering her legs, she took two steps back, waiting to see the tall and strong Fang Sir perform a classic scene from a blockbuster: a police officer banging on the door!
The imagined scene did not appear. Fang Zhenyue took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and found a rabbit-shaped pendant made of bent wire hanging on it.
He put the pendant to his mouth and rubbed it with his teeth, and the rabbit pendant turned into a straight wire.
The wire bent and then inserted into the door lock.
"..." Jiayi.
It turns out that it is not a violent flow, but a technical flow.
"..." Fu, "Brother Yue, this is not in compliance with the rules..."
"Just call Madam and tell her later." Fang Zhenyue concentrated on prying the door open and replied casually.
What is the leader for? To take the blame.
Fu glanced at Unit C. The cat's eyes there were dark and hollow, and it was obvious that a face was stuck there, blocking the light.
He stood sideways between Unit C and Unit D, blocking the peeping of others, and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Sir Fang and Xiao Shiyi, a detective who was "not particular" about solving cases, and a detective with a wild imagination, an unconventional crime-solving team.
Pursing his lips, Fu went behind the two of them and looked at the paper Jiayi was holding - there was blood on the paper.
He took the paper and carefully observed the shape of the blood.
Judging from the viscosity, dryness and color, it should have been flowing out of the human body for about ten hours. And to be able to get such a patch, the amount of blood on the ground inside the door must be extremely large.
No wonder Sir Fang wanted to pry open the door, "Shall I go to the next door to borrow the phone and call back to the office?"
"Let's open the door and take a look at the situation inside." Fang Zhenyue's voice had just fallen, and the gate lock popped open with a click.
After opening the gate, he buried his head to pry open the second inner door.
Fu and Jiayi stood side by side at the side, holding their breath like two door gods.
Holding her bag, Jiayi stared at Sir Fang's hands, which were obviously big but very dexterous. Is it so technically demanding to be a detective? He also has to be able to open hundreds of doors.
Rubbing her fists and waiting, Jiayi looked at the bloodstains on the paper in her hand and prayed silently: I hope the red-haired killer's new prey can still be saved!
"Click!"
The sound was like the sound of nature.
Fang Zhenyue couldn't wait to open the door. The pungent aroma filled the air, making people cough.
Fu Ben wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Fang Zhenyue.
Jiayi was so stimulated that she burst into tears. She squinted her eyes and looked inside. She froze in place, her mouth opened in surprise.
The room was in a mess. The aromatherapy bottle fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces. The strong fragrance liquid was all over the floor and mixed with the blood.
A man was lying on the ground, which was completely different from what Jiayi had imagined - this man had a slender figure, but he was not a man.
The messy shoulder-length hair glowed with wine red in the morning light.
How could this happen?
The person lying on the ground was not the hunted man, but the hunter himself?
The next moment, the image in her mind clearly answered her question:
a strange strong man was holding a rag and a screwdriver, wiping the window and tightening the blinds.
But his body was obviously shaking slowly, as if he was drunk and began to have trouble standing.
She Jingjing, who had been sitting on the sofa observing the man, finally stood up, approached him from behind, and gently stroked his back.
"Qin Xiaolei..." She whispered his name softly.
The man turned his head, his body swayed more violently, and his eyes gradually became blurred.
The woman's other hand behind her back suddenly lit up, and the knife she held tightly cut the man's throat quickly, fiercely and accurately - as if she had practiced it many times, and was amazingly skilled.
Qin Xiaolei's reaction was also very fast, probably because of his particularly strong physique, the effect of the drug was not strong enough to make him lose all his reaction ability. He instinctively blocked it, and after the dagger cut his arm, it quickly stabbed a second time.
But this second knife still failed to succeed, Qin Xiaolei was unexpectedly fierce. He suddenly shouted, glared and bared his teeth and grabbed the woman's wrist, then struggled to snatch it, and instinctively fought back.
The next moment, he fell forward, knocking the woman who was separated by the neck to the ground. His heavy body swayed a few times, and he had no strength to support himself. Finally, he fell on the woman's back and fainted.
The woman was not dead yet. She covered the wound on her neck that was bleeding and wanted to get up to stop the bleeding. But the man on her back was too heavy. She struggled for a long time but still couldn't get out. Finally, she gradually lost strength and became unable to move.
...
If you walk on the shore often, you will get your shoes wet.
The snake catcher was finally bitten by the snake.
She Jingjing drugged Qin Xiaolei and made him faint, but he still lost and was killed.
After calming down, Jiayi got rid of the flow image.
If She Jingjing had killed Qin Xiaolei successfully, someone like Qin Xiaolei who worked part-time and did odd jobs without a fixed job would not be discovered even if he died.
His parents would not know where to look for him. Even if he was reported missing, after a few months or half a year, even if someone saw Qin Xiaolei leaving with the murderer, they would have forgotten it.
When She Jingjing chose Qin Xiaolei, she probably thought she had figured out everything.
Jiayi took a deep breath, turned her attention back to the scene, and carefully observed the surroundings:
"With this amount of bleeding, the person must have died a long time ago. And there seems to be corpse spots on the palm. Judging from the degree of limb stiffness, he has been dead for more than ten hours. The rigor mortis has not softened, no more than 30 hours."
She tried to recall the contents of the forensic medicine and scientific forensics books she read every day, and then looked down at the blood flowing to the door, and continued:
"The degree of blood coagulation is not right... It should be because it is mixed with the aromatherapy liquid. This is the reason."
"If you continue like this, forensic doctor Xu Sir and Forensic Department Da Guangming Brother will be out of work." Fang Zhenyue boasted, turned to Fu and said:
"Go to C Unit to borrow a phone, ask nearby uniformed police to support the police cordon, and summon colleagues from the Forensic Department and the Forensic Department."
"Yes." Fu nodded, turned to the door of Unit C, and knocked once before the door opened.
"What's up, sir? Is there something wrong?" The housewife curiously poked her head out, trying to see what was going on.
"Can I borrow your phone?"
"No problem, this way."
...
...
"There's a bloodstain on the door. The murderer fled and fell here."
"There are fingerprints on the door, one, two... or several."
"The footprints are clear, Diane collect them."
"In addition to the murderer's fingerprints in the room, there are many different fingerprints. The fingerprints with the same feature points as the bloody handprints... let me compare them. Well, this one on the table is, and this one on the cup is also, and this one on the kitchen counter is, and this one on the bedroom door frame is, and this one on the window is... Why is the whole house full of the murderer's fingerprints?"
Chen Guangyao frowned, looked around, puzzled:
"This murderer not only doesn't know how to hide his traces, but also leaves his traces everywhere.
"It's like... he came to the home of the deceased, She Jingjing, and searched the entire house before killing people.
"What kind of perverted behavior is this? I don't understand..." I
have never encountered such a weird murder scene!
"Brother Da Guangming, can the liquid residue in the cup with the murderer's fingerprints be tested first?" Jiayi stood at the door and pointed at the cup on the small tea table.
"You mean, it was drugged?" Chen Guangyao looked at Jiayi and then at Fang Zhenyue. Seeing Sir Fang nod, he waved to the laboratory technician, who immediately came over with a small box.
Chen Guangyao unfolded the box in the place where the fingerprints were collected and there was no blood, took out a few things, sucked a drop of liquid from the cup, and started testing on the spot.
After other lab technicians collected evidence such as bloodstains, fingerprints, and shoe prints on the ground and took multiple photos of every corner of the room, they walked to the door and handed the agents masks, hats, and shoe covers:
"Mr. Fang, you can come in. Just be careful not to step on the bloodstains."
"How is it? Did you find anything?" Fang Zhenyue lowered his head and approached Chen Guangyao. He saw that the other party had all kinds of strange instruments in the battle. He was very professional and struggled for a long time before raising his head.
"GHB, γ-hydroxybutyric acid, is commonly known as G water, colorless and odorless. Some pharmacies sell it, and some doctors will prescribe it to patients as a sleeping aid." Chen Guangyao stood up, sealed the water cup that still had a lot of residue, and handed it to Diane for safekeeping.
"The murderer was drugged." Fang Zhenyue frowned.
Chen Guangyao nodded, then leaned over to look at Yi Jiayi who was walking around in the room, and said to Fang Zhenyue: "She's almost surpassing you, are you nervous, Mr. Fang?"
"Children can't be kept when they grow up. This is the irreversible process of human evolution. Who can stop it?" Fang Zhenyue shrugged, obviously not caring.
After finding Fu, Fang Zhenyue pointed to Unit C and said, "Go borrow another phone and call Hengxiang Wangye. Ask Uncle Jiu to specifically ask She Jingjing's lover, the sales manager. Ask about She Jingjing's living habits, hobbies, and social circles. Check this She Jingjing. Also check that sales manager." He
obviously came to ask She Jingjing about Zhou Jianguo's death, but She Jingjing died at this time. It's hard for people not to make random associations.
To know the ins and outs of the matter, you have to study this She Jingjing thoroughly.
"Yes, sir." Fu took the order and left.
Fang Zhenyue just began to think about what other clues he needed to dig up, and Yi Jiayi, who turned into the bedroom, suddenly poked her head out and greeted Chen Guangyao.
"Brother Daguangming, if there were a lot of bloodstains on the bed before, can we still find them now?" Jiayi thought for a while and said, "For example, the time of Zhou Jianguo's death, the bloodstains on the 6th of last month."
Chen Guangyao and Fang Zhenyue looked at each other, then walked into the bedroom, "Let me try."
He dipped some liquid on a cotton swab, wet it on some corners of the bed frame, under the legs of the bed, and in the gaps between the bed boards, which are easy to hide dirt, and then absorbed all the tiny contents. Then he put the cotton swabs one by one into a bag and handed them to Diane:
"Try to see if you can extract human blood from these contents."
"Yes." Diane nodded while marking the bag.
"Brother Da Guangming, is there blood here in the bedside cabinet?" Jiayi carefully looked at the bedroom while recalling the scene she saw in the flow image of She Jingjing killing Zhou Jianguo. Her
mind kept capturing information: where did the blood flow at that time, and what places might have been missed when the murderer wiped away the traces...
"Brother Da Guangming, the trace elements rubbed on the bed board contain super-effective disinfectant ingredients." The laboratory technician who was doing a simple test in the living room shouted loudly.
"Brother Da Guangming, there is a human blood reaction. There are human blood residues in the materials collected on the bed." Another laboratory technician also raised his head suddenly.
"Take it back for further testing and compare it with the bloodstains collected in the living room, She Jingjing's bloodstains and Zhou Jianguo's bloodstains." Chen Guangyao followed Jiayi's instructions to collect the dark dirt on the bedside table while giving orders to his laboratory technicians.
"Yes." Diane and others answered loudly.
Jiayi thought of the belt that was clearly tied around Zhou Jianguo's waist in the flow image but could not be found in the body bag.
She turned her head to look at the bedroom, and her eyes suddenly fixed on the locked cabinet next to the closet.
Everyone puts clothes in their bedrooms, why do they need to be locked?
She immediately stepped out of the bedroom and asked her colleagues in the forensic department and the forensic examination department: "Have you found She Jingjing's key chain?"
"We found it and put it in the evidence bag. Eleven, what's the matter?" The laboratory technician Ajie wiped his sweat and asked.
"Please take out the key for me to use." Jiayi stretched out her hands anxiously to ask for it.
Ajie looked at Fang Zhenyue, and Sir Fang nodded without hesitation. Ajie walked to the bedroom door again and asked Chen Guangyao for his opinion, and Da Guangming also nodded.
"Here." Ajie looked at Eleven meaningfully, carefully opened the evidence bag, took out the key and handed it to Jiayi.
The little policewoman is now amazing. She can move freely at the crime scene and keeps her word.
……
……
Hengxiang Wangye, Uncle Jiu was sitting in the office of the sales manager, asking questions and taking notes.
"What is your relationship with She Jingjing?" Lin Wangjiu got straight to the point.
"What else could it be? A superior and a subordinate, sir, haha." Sales manager Cho laughed.
"Obstructing judicial justice can be sentenced to up to seven years in prison. Mr. Cho, the police have already obtained a lot of information, think it through before answering." Liu Jiaming imitated Fang Zhenyue's previous behavior, sitting crookedly on the big office desk, staring at Cho threateningly.
Cho laughed dryly, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip before saying: "Sir, I'm saying now, you can't make the ** of citizens public."
"Hurry up and say it, don't bargain." Uncle Jiu tapped the table with a pen.
"I had a relationship with She Jingjing. She seduced me. I almost broke up with my fiancée, but then I thought that She Jingjing only cared about my money, so I broke up with her." Cho smacked his lips, looking bitter. "After that, I married my fiancée. She Jingjing hated me so much that she never talked to me. But we were colleagues, so she still did her job. Since last month, she didn't know why she came to her senses. She didn't hate me anymore. She even asked me out for drinks and coffee..."
At this point, he became hesitant again.
"Did you cheat? Did you rekindle your old relationship with She Jingjing?" Gary urged, tapping the table.
"Yeah..." Cho was still a little ashamed when facing the agent. He rubbed the ring on his left ring finger uncomfortably and continued:
"But I will definitely not do anything with She Jingjing. I love my wife very much, sir. Please keep it a secret and don't let my wife know."
"..." Liu Jiaming swallowed the word "scumbag" and continued to ask about She Jingjing.
Once Cho admitted the most difficult things, it was much easier for him to say the rest. He simply confessed everything he knew:
"She Jingjing has many boyfriends. Every time I go to her place to date her, I often see traces of other men."
"Sir, are you asking about the 6th of last month? Did someone die on that day? I went to meet a client that morning and then went back to the company. My clients and people in the company can testify to these things. Apart from having this relationship with her, I really didn't do anything else bad."
"Was Zhou Jianguo with her on the 6th? I don't know about that. On the 6th, she and I were still in a cold war, and she hadn't talked to me for a long time. But... it seemed that around the 7th or 8th of last month, she took the initiative to ask me out and said that she was not angry with me. Did something happen to make her come to her senses? What happened, sir?"
"She doesn't seem to have any special hobbies. If you insist, there seem to be three things that make her different from others."
"First, after getting back together with her, I found a cabinet in her bedroom, which was always locked. When I asked her what it was, she said it was a treasure. When I asked her urgently, she said it was an award certificate she had won in the past. This kind of thing is usually shown off, but she locked it tightly and didn't let me see it."
"The second is that she cooks meat every day and feeds stray dogs and cats at the small square in the north of the community. Many people can't eat meat every day, but she gives meat to small animals every day. She is really caring."
"The third is that she used to have a side-bed in her house, where she kept a lot of sundries. After we got back together, I found that she had locked that room. I was very free in her house, but she would never let me enter that room. Don't you think it's like the story of Bluebeard, officer? It's about a man who killed his previous wives and locked them in a small house. When he married his new wife, he told her that she could go anywhere in the castle except the small house. Hahaha...haha...ha..."
Cho looked at the officer's solemn expression, his laughter gradually stiffened, his eyes gradually widened, and then he stammered:
"Officer, it can't...it can't be..."
"Gary, call Sir Fang!" Lin Wangjiu turned around and said quickly.
"Yes!" Gary jumped up from his chair, turned around and walked out of Cho's office, went to the big office, found a nearby unattended phone, and called back the house of the housewife of Unit C, who lived next to the crime scene.