Chapter 21: Murder of passion? He has something in his mouth.
"Police! Everyone stay where you are, don't move!"
"The security guards are guarding the entrance and exit of the hotel and not allowing anyone to leave!"
Yue Lingchuan pushed away the pushing crowd and warned sternly.
When the Yuan couple heard the noise, their eyes went dark and they had a bad premonition almost instantly, and they ran over in a hurry. The Xue couple looked at each other and followed closely.
"Jungho!"
Before Shen Qingye arrived, he heard Mrs. Yuan's grief-stricken cries. Her heart sank, and she quickly pushed through the crowd to the door of the lounge. At first glance, the bright red bloodstains were glaring, and a corpse in a suit and leather shoes was lying quietly on the ground.
Madam Yuan lay on the corpse and cried bitterly: "Zhenghao, my son! My son!"
Shen Qingye's expression changed slightly. Without thinking too much, he and Yue Lingchuan helped Mrs. Yuan up from both sides.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The usually dignified and elegant lady had completely lost her image at this moment, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered with tears: "My son is dead, who killed him? Who was the bastard who killed him?"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The man's body kept struggling, and his frail body burst out with powerful strength at this moment. Shen Qingye hugged her tightly and quickly consoled her: "Auntie, Auntie, calm down first, calm down! There will be many traces and clues left at the crime scene, which may help us find the murderer! If you move around like this, you will destroy the traces, which will be detrimental to solving the case!"
Madam Yuan glared at her: "My son is dead, how can you ask me to be calm? Can't I even take a look at my son's body?"
Shen Qingye said patiently, "I understand your sadness, but the most important thing now is to find out the real culprit and give Zhenghao an explanation, right? Auntie, I'm a police officer, please believe me! Let's calm down first and think carefully about whether Zhenghao has any enemies."
As she spoke, she winked at Mr. Yuan beside her. The middle-aged man's face showed pain, his eyes were slightly red, and his hands hanging by his side were shaking slightly, but at this time he still forced himself to calm down, raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes, hugged his wife in his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Shen is right, the most important thing now is to find out who the murderer is, let's not make trouble here, okay?"
Mrs. Yuan finally couldn't control herself anymore and buried herself in her husband's arms and cried.
The people who came later also looked distressed when they saw this. What they said was that such a thing happened on such a happy day, and they didn't know who could be so cruel. He also said that their only son had died, and what would the Yuan couple do in the future. Some even said that the most unlucky one should be the girl from the Xue family. Their originally happy wedding day ended up like this...
After Yue Lingchuan called the forensic doctor and the trace investigator, he went over to stop the crowd outside the door and said coldly, "Stay away! No one is allowed to get close until the police arrive!"
He shouted outside again: "Where is the hotel manager?"
"Here I come!" As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man in a professional suit and with a big belly rushed over.
It was still winter, but he was sweating all over his forehead. He trotted to Yue Lingchuan and said, "Officer, officer? The manager is here. I am the manager."
Yue Lingchuan asked: "Has the gate security left?"
The manager wiped his sweat and said, "No, no, I wanted to come up, but after hearing what you said just now, I have been waiting at the gate and didn't let anyone leave!"
Yue Lingchuan nodded: "Are there any extra people? Send two more people to guard here and don't let anyone get close!"
"Hey hey hey!" the manager responded hurriedly, then glanced at the scene in the room, and couldn't help but look away, his face full of bitterness.
How could such a thing happen on such a good day? How can they do business in the future?
Shen Qingye had already squatted beside the corpse, brows furrowed.
One, two, three…six, seven.
Seven flowers?
"What happened?" Yue Lingchuan squatted down beside her and asked, "What did you find?"
Shen Qingye pointed at the chest of the deceased: "There is only one knife wound on the chest of the deceased. The knife must have pierced his heart and killed him instantly. But what surprised me is that seven white roses were stuffed into the wound."
Yue Lingchuan looked back and his brows slowly frowned.
The deceased had normal skin color, dilated pupils, flat eyeballs that had lost their luster. I touched the back of his hand again and it felt warm and soft, no different from a normal person's. It was obvious that he had died not long ago.
Before he died, he must have been prepared to appear, with a neat suit and a tidy hairstyle. But the strange thing was that, normally in this kind of homicide case, even if the victim was killed in one blow, he would be caught off guard and his clothes and hairstyle would be slightly messy the moment he fell to the ground. But the man in front of him was lying flat on the floor, his clothes were neatly arranged, and except for the bloodstains gradually soaking into his chest, there was not the slightest wrinkle or mess.
What is even more strange is the seven white roses on the knife wound on the chest.
Yue Lingchuan leaned in closer to take a closer look. The rose branch was still there, and the branch had directly penetrated into the flesh, leaving a small hole on the flat knife edge. The bright red blood dyed the pure white rose red, and the interweaving of red and white was strange and unusual.
"After the murderer killed the victim, he laid him flat, tidied his clothes, and stuffed a white rose into the wound." Shen Qingye paused: "How long does this take?"
Yue Lingchuan said: "If it's quick, it can be done in a few minutes."
Shen Qingye looked up at the girl who was sitting on a stool next to Mrs. Yuan with a frightened look on her face. After hesitating for a moment, she walked over.
"Yuanyuan," she squatted in front of the girl and slowed down her voice: "You were the first to find this place, right?"
The little girl looked to be about ten years old. Her face was pale and her eyes were wandering. She didn't dare to look over there.
"Yes, it's me." She spoke softly with a trembling voice.
Shen Qingye asked again: "When you came in, was there anyone else here?"
Yuan Yuan shook her head: "No, only my brother..."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but shrink into her mother's arms. Mrs. Yuan hugged her daughter tightly. Just as she was about to say something, Mr. Yuan put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it soothingly.
Mrs. Yuan pursed her lips, turned her head away, and said nothing more.
Shen Qingye's voice became a little softer: "Since you discovered it until now, no one has touched my brother. He has been like this from the beginning, right?"
Yuan Yuan nodded, then shook her head: "I came first, and then mom and dad came. Mom was crying just now..."
Madam Yuan said in a hoarse voice: "When I first came, Yuanyuan was the only one in the room, and I didn't do anything to him..."
Shen Qingye understood and said, "Yuanyuan is amazing. She can remember it so clearly."
She asked again: "Do you remember if anything went wrong on the way here?"
The little girl's eyelashes trembled: "Something's wrong?"
Shen Qingye patiently asked, "Is there anyone who looks flustered or in a hurry, or looks strange?"
Yuan Yuan thought for a long time, and finally pursed her lips, about to cry: "No, I didn't notice, I don't know..."
Shen Qingye quickly coaxed: "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know. Yuanyuan is already very good."
She looked at Mrs. Yuan again and asked, "Auntie, do you know who was the last person to leave this lounge?"
Madam Yuan shook her head and said bitterly, "I don't know. I have been busy receiving guests in the front and have not paid much attention to this place."
At this time, someone in the crowd outside suddenly said, "The last one to come out... should be me."
Shen Qingye looked up and found a man of medium build, dressed very decently and fashionably.
He met Shen Qingye's gaze, took a step forward and said, "I am the groom's stylist, responsible for dressing him and styling his hair. I left at about... 11 o'clock, because the wedding started just a few minutes after I left."
The banquet started at 11:06.
Shen Qingye asked him: "When you left, was there no one else here?"
The man shook his head: "No, the groom is the only one waiting for time."
Shen Qingye was silent for a moment. Madam Yuan looked at her and said hopefully, "Xiao Shen, Zhenghao..."
Shen Qingye came back to his senses and said in a gentle voice, "We are working hard to investigate, and we hope that uncle and aunt can think carefully about whether Yuan Zhenghao has any enemies or conflicts with anyone."
Madam Yuan said hurriedly, "No, our Zhenghao is usually a very nice person and never loses his temper. Even if people around him don't like him, they won't hate him to the point of wanting to kill him!"
Shen Qingye's eyes moved slightly, and he said patiently: "I understand, but the investigation takes time. Don't worry, we will definitely find out the truth."
She looked at Yuan Yuan again and advised, "Take Yuan Yuan to rest for a while. She must have been scared today. We are here."
Mr. Yuan also hugged his wife and daughter to persuade them. Although Mrs. Yuan was still a little worried, she finally compromised considering her youngest daughter.
After everyone left, Shen Qingye turned around and looked around the room.
The lounge is not small, about 30 square meters, and is in the form of a suite. The first thing you see when you enter the door is a living room, and on the right is a cloakroom.
Directly opposite the living room is a large floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains drawn. On the left is a spacious long sofa, which takes up almost half of the space; on the right is the TV background wall.
Shen Qingye walked to the cloakroom again and keenly noticed a few scattered bloodstains on the wall near the door.
She narrowed her eyes and looked inside the door again. The curtains in the cloakroom were drawn and the lights were bright. There were several rows of floor-standing clothes hangers inside, with a few clothes hanging on the hangers, including formal wear and casual clothes. They should be the clothes the groom had changed out of and was preparing to wear.
She looked at the deceased again. His feet were facing the cloakroom, about two or three steps away from the door.
If what the stylist said was true and there was no one in the room when he left, then it would be impossible for the groom to remain motionless if someone pushed the door open later. Then the only explanation is that the man had been hiding in the lounge from the very beginning.
But the lounge is so small, where could the murderer hide?
Although there are a lot of clothes in the cloakroom, the gaps between the clothes are also large. In addition, there are two people, the stylist and the groom, so the risk is too great.
Shen Qingye's eyes moved slightly, and finally slowly fell on the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
She took two steps forward and took a closer look. The curtains were made of very thick fabric and were long enough to reach the ground. The front part was covered by a sofa, making it very hidden.
Shen Qingye's heart moved.
Her eyes slowly fell on the door of the cloakroom. She walked over tentatively and stood against the wall beside the door. She clenched her hands tightly and pretended that there was a knife inside.
"The murderer must have been hiding behind the curtains from the beginning, and then waited for the stylist to leave and Yuan Zhenghao to be in the cloakroom, and then moved from behind the curtains to the door of the cloakroom." She simulated the scene at that time and murmured:
"Then he waited for the deceased to change his clothes and walked out of the cloakroom, then stabbed him.
"After killing the man, the murderer moved his body to the current location and placed it in this posture."
She tilted her head, confused, "But why put roses?"
Murder at the wedding, and it was roses... a murder of passion?
There was no sound around him, Shen Qingye couldn't help but turn around: "Captain Yue?"
Yue Lingchuan was still squatting in front of the corpse, and didn't even turn his head when he heard this.
Shen Qingye came over and asked doubtfully: "Did you find anything else?"
Yue Lingchuan glanced at her and said, "He has something in his mouth."
"What?" Shen Qingye was stunned for a moment, then looked over carefully. Sure enough, he saw that the curves of the deceased's cheeks were unnatural, and there were slight bulges, as if something was stuffed inside.
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