Chapter 9: New Death Marako
There is enough blood in this room... isn't that enough?
What does this mean?
"Xiao Shen?" Wei Zhengyi finally turned around and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Shen Qingye suddenly came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Ah, it's okay, I just thought I found another bloodstain, but it turned out that I was seeing things wrong."
She walked over and handed the thing to Wei Zhengyi, watching him carefully remove the bloodstain and put it into the bag. Her feet did not move, but her mind was working rapidly.
If it was true as she thought, it would prove that a murder had indeed occurred here and her inference was correct; it would also further prove that her guess about this ability last night was correct.
But if this is true, then how did Cai Chengyong commit the crime? After all, the dust here doesn't look man-made, or does it mean... he has more than one crime scene?
Shen Qingye was confused and wanted the voice to say a few more words, but the other party fell silent. He didn't know if it was because of old age or fell asleep again.
She had more and more doubts in her mind, and her brows were furrowed more and more. It was not until Wei Zhengyi handed over the bag of collected evidence that Shen Qingye reached out to take it. He looked at the bag of evidence in his hand for a moment before shaking his head with a smile.
Really... How can solving a case be accomplished overnight? Zhou Meihua was extremely lucky in her last case. She couldn't expect someone to point out the results to her directly every time. In fact, the hint given by the voice just now was also a crucial clue for them, so she couldn't be too greedy.
Shen Qingye calmed down and stopped thinking about anything else. He looked around and reviewed what he had just heard.
It is known that a murder has indeed occurred here, so the existing bloodstains must be more than just these. So where are the other bloodstains?
Shen Qingye looked around the room and unexpectedly saw Yue Lingchuan squatting in front of a piece of peeling wall, his fingers touching it, slowly stroking something.
"Captain Yue, what's wrong?" She walked over, squatted beside him, looked at the yellow mud wall, and spoke with some confusion.
"Here," Yue Lingchuan looked back at her, rubbed his thumb on the wall, and frowned slightly: "There are traces of friction."
Traces of friction?
Shen Qingye took a closer look and after careful observation, he could actually see the difference between it and the mud wall next to it.
The particles of this piece of soil are coarser, not as fine as the soil next to it that has been grown over the years.
If you raise your hand and touch it lightly, you can feel a slight dent. It's not very obvious, but compared to the flat surface next to it, it is a bit abrupt.
The two looked at each other, and Yue Lingchuan asked, "Did you bring Luminol?"
Shen Qingye immediately took out the things from the bag Zhou Qiming gave her: "I brought them."
Yue Lingchuan took the reagent and carefully sprayed it on the mud wall. Even though Shen Qingye had known about the existence of this reagent for a long time, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he couldn't help but hold his breath at this moment.
The houses built in the early years did not have very good lighting, and Shen Qingye and Yue Lingchuan huddled together to block the light, making the surroundings even dimmer. That is why, when the reagent liquid is sprayed on the wall, the fluorescent blue light is particularly obvious.
Both of them were shocked. Yue Lingchuan sprayed other places again, and blue dots suddenly appeared on the mud wall which was two palms in size.
Zhou Qiming and the others noticed the commotion here and hurried over. Seeing this, they were all surprised and happy: "This..."
Wei Zhengyi couldn't help but ask: "Why is this happening? Logically speaking, if there are bloodstains on the wall, the range of the light shouldn't be so small." It has become a spot of light.
Yue Lingchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he said, "This wall has been polished by someone. The murderer has obviously polished away all the obvious bloodstains, leaving only some invisible bloodstains, which is why this effect appears."
He stood up and looked at the white wall: "The bloodstains are definitely not limited to this area. There is more behind it."
Wei Zhengyi immediately said excitedly: "In that case, Xiao Shen's speculation is correct? This is indeed the crime scene?"
Yue Lingchuan said nothing.
Wei Zhengyi called out, "Quick, quick, quick, peel off these white walls, let's see what's behind!"
The wall paint had already fallen off, and it was easy to pry it apart along the cracks. But Wei Zhengyi was busy for a long time, but there was no movement around him. When he turned around, he saw four people standing there upright.
"What's wrong?" He scratched his head and asked curiously.
Yue Lingchuan clapped his hands, walked to Shen Qingye, lowered his eyes and saw that her brows were slightly frowned, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Shen Qingye looked at the peeling wall, pursed her lips, and said, "I was wondering when Cai Limin painted this wall white."
Yue Lingchuan said: "Looking at the traces of the fall, it's probably been more than ten years." He looked at her and smiled: "It must be more than two or three years anyway."
Shen Qingye raised his eyes and looked at him: "But, wasn't the first victim we found the year before last?"
Yue Lingchuan nodded lazily, looking at the wall with a deep gaze: "Yes."
Zhou Qiming's expression was not looking good either: "So, there are still dead bodies that we haven't found yet."
Shen Qingye said: "I have a bad guess."
"What a coincidence." Yue Lingchuan put his hands in his pockets: "Me too."
"Ah? What are you talking about?" Wei Zhengyi stood up in a daze, looked at the wall, then looked at them: "Here, are there any more dead bodies that haven't been found?"
"We have already discovered five, how come there are still some that we haven't discovered yet..."
Jiang Cheng reminded him: "It may not be Cai Chengyong who did it."
"If it wasn't Cai Chengyong who did it, then who else could it be?" Wei Zhengyi asked back, his voice getting smaller and smaller under the gazes of several people.
His not-so-bright brain worked, yes, yes, this wall has been painted for more than ten years, how old was Cai Chengyong at that time? At most he is ten years old. Can he kill people by then?
But if it wasn’t Cai Chengyong, if it wasn’t Cai Chengyong, then…
Wei Zhengyi suddenly thought of something and his face was filled with astonishment.
Yue Lingchuan sprayed the reagent on the newly exposed mud wall again, and sure enough, he saw similar signs as before. He sighed softly and said, "Let the trace inspection team come over."
Jiang Cheng went out to make a phone call. Yue Lingchuan threw the car keys to Wei Zhengyi again and arranged: "Send these samples to the technical department first and ask them to expedite it to see if they can extract DNA and compare it with those of the deceased, and then... compare it with Cai Chengyong's DNA."
Wei Zhengyi's face turned serious, he said "OK", turned around and left.
Zhou Qiming looked at his hurriedly leaving back and still had the mind to joke: "Now the people in the trace inspection team must hate us to death." After a busy night, he was probably just lying in bed when he was called over again.
Yue Lingchuan snorted and laughed: "Who can sleep well if this case is not solved? What's there to hate about giving them credit?"
He then said to Zhou Qiming, "Old Zhou, let's split up into two groups. You go with Jiang Cheng, and I go with Xiao Shen. Let's go to the village to find out more, especially about the matter between Cai Limin and his wife. Ask more."
Zhou Qiming raised his hand: "Understood."
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Zhou Qiming and Jiang Cheng went to the west side of the village together, while Shen Qingye and Yue Lingchuan went to the east side of the village together.
There are not many young people in the village, and those who stay at home are all elderly people. When asked about Cai Liming and his wife, many people still remember them. But most people say that Cai Liming is an honest and decent man. When he was in the village, he always smiled at everyone he met and never had a quarrel with anyone. Later, he married the daughter of the Lao Lu family in the neighboring village, and lived a stable life. After that, I became successful and went to work in the city, coming back only once a year, so we didn't visit each other much anymore.
After asking around, most people said that they had never seen Cai Liming and his wife quarrel. Although they occasionally bickered, they were just trivial matters in life and nothing big.
When asked about Cai Chengyong, he knew even less. He only said that before his mother ran away with someone, the child seemed very obedient and sensible every time she came back for the New Year. After his mother ran away, there was no one to discipline the child, and he gradually became wild. It was said that he even became a gangster in the city.
Shen Qingye grasped the key point in her words and asked, "You said Cai Chengyong's mother ran away with someone? How did you know that?"
The old lady was stunned: "Of course it was Cai Limin who said that."
"Cai Limin said that?" Shen Qingye asked, "So you didn't see her run away with your own eyes?"
The old lady laughed: "She is in the city and we are in the countryside. Could she have come back and told me before she ran away?"
Shen Qingye asked another question: "Do you remember when Cai Limin's house was painted white?"
"White walls?" The old lady thought for a long time and said hesitantly, "It should be 1986... No, 1987, 1987! I remember it clearly. It was not long after his wife ran away that he came back to paint the walls white. It was said that his wife disliked him for being poor and not making enough money, so he wanted to make the house cleaner and prettier. Who knows when his wife will come back. There were not many people painting white walls in our village at that time. Everyone remembers this clearly, and many people even went to watch it to see how it was new."
"After his wife ran away?" Shen Qingye's eyelids jumped: "But didn't they say that his wife took away all the money in his family? Where did he get the extra money to paint the walls white?"
"This..." The old lady was stunned for a moment. After a moment, she shook her head: "I don't know this, I really don't know this..."
She seemed to sense something was wrong and asked anxiously, "Police comrade, why are you asking about this? Did Cai Limin commit a crime?"
Shen Qingye and Yue Lingchuan looked at each other and stepped forward gently: "Don't worry, it's just a case involving him. We are just routinely asking and trying to understand more about the situation. Just tell us whatever you think of, don't worry."
The old lady shook her head, still a little uneasy, and said, "I have told you everything I can think of. I really don't know anything else. Police comrade, how about... you ask someone else?"
Seeing that she didn't look fake, Shen Qingye asked a few more questions and then didn't force her.
After leaving here, I went to several other places and the results I got were similar.
They walked and talked all the way, their mouths were dry and their tongues were parched, but they still didn't get any useful clues.
Yue Lingchuan said: "Sometimes, handling a case is like this. You may be busy all day and talk your mouth off, but you may not get any clues."
Shen Qingye looked at him and said, "At least we have gained something today, so this trip was not in vain. Even though we didn't get more clues, it can help us rule out some assumptions."
Yue Lingchuan looked at her for a while and smiled slowly: "You are right."
Such a smart and clear-sighted person... What a pity.
Shen Qingye stopped.
They walked to the door of the last house in the area, and Yue Lingchuan raised his hand and knocked on the door.
According to the villagers, the person living in this house is a scoundrel. Because he has pockmarks on his face and has a scoundrel personality, whenever the villagers mention him, they look disgusted and hateful.
"Who is it?" An impatient voice came from the room. It sounded sleepy and vague, as if the person was still sleeping.
Shen Qingye looked down at the watch. It was almost twelve o'clock. Was he still sleeping at this time?
Yue Lingchuan raised his hand and knocked on the door again, saying in a deep voice: "Police!"
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