Teaching Building Female Corpse Case (2)

Just this one glance made Meng Siqi gasp for air. She was already feeling a little carsick and her stomach suddenly turned upside down. After a gulp, she covered her mouth and ran desperately towards the door.

In the corner of the corridor, she vomited completely. In her original world, she had not attended police school, nor was she a medical major. To be honest, she really found it difficult to adapt to such a situation. Although she had made a lot of psychological preparations in advance, she still couldn't control herself.

After squatting for a while, Meng Siqi finally slowed down. It was definitely not her character to back down now. She slowly stood up with the help of the wall. There was a faint shadow swaying behind her. She was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Her arm was grabbed by a strong arm, and she turned around and found that it was Zhao Leiting.

"Are you okay?" He handed her a bottle of mineral water. "Are you okay?"

Meng Siqi took the water, rinsed his mouth, and said with a forced smile: "I'm fine."

Back in the bedroom, Meng Siqi heard the forensic doctor say: "It is not confirmed whether the deceased was sexually assaulted. Further examination is needed. The murderer did not leave any fingerprints at the scene. This case is not a simple one, Korean team."

Han Changlin said: "Everyone should be more careful. I don't believe that the murderer did not leave any clues."

"good."

In the room, the forensic doctor and trace examiner were busy, and the Korean team was also carefully checking the items in the room. She walked a few steps inside, trying to avoid the deceased and approach Feng Shaomin. Just as she was about to ask what she needed to do, Feng Shaomin turned his head and looked at her, saying coldly: "Xiao Meng! Go out first and don't get in the way."

Meng Siqi's eager heart suddenly cooled down. She didn't stop and slowly walked out the door.

Her eyes accidentally touched the dead person's face on the cold ground.

Suddenly, a dizziness and a sudden nausea made Meng Siqi stop in her tracks, and an unbelievable scene flashed before her eyes.

A strong hand tightly grasped the woman's neck. The woman struggled hard but seemed so powerless, making a painful sound!

In the picture, the silver-gray buttons on the murderer's sleeves glowed dimly under the dim light...

This sudden scene made her stand there in a daze, dizzy and ringing in the ears, and she instinctively held her forehead with her fingers bent. That strange scene never reappeared.

"Meng Siqi?"

After hearing Zhao Leiting's call, she put away her uneasy mood, put on a somewhat relaxed look, and said, "It's okay," and walked towards the door.

Outside the door, a breeze blew. It was already autumn, and the weather was warm. Meng Siqi put his hands in the outer pockets of his uniform, staring at the distant city in a daze.

The woman's painful voice and the silver-gray buttons were like some kind of mark imprinted in her mind, and she could never forget it.

Although all this could not be explained by inherent cognition, she gradually realized that this was information from the crime scene and that what she saw might be clues to the case.

She didn't know how long it had been, but when she turned around, she saw the members of Team Han and Team 2 standing in the corridor. Captain Han Lin said in a loud voice, "Old Feng, you and Xiao Zhao should go to Zhou Jie Li's house right away to inquire about her husband's condition."

"Okay, Korean team."

The two of them answered as they walked towards the corridor stairs. Meng Siqi had been waiting for Han Changlin's task, but Feng Shaomin and the other man had already disappeared into the stairs. Han Changlin then turned around and looked at her. His eyes were indifferent, as if he had ignored her.

Meng Siqi raised his chin slightly, and did not show his inner disappointment, but the desire in his eyes became more eager. Han Changlin pursed his lips and said slowly: "Xiao Meng, you will stay with your master. There is no specific arrangement later. Listen to your master's arrangements."

"Okay, I understand." Meng Siqi was delighted from the bottom of his heart, with a slight smile on his face. These words had made it very clear that if he didn't have any missions in the future, he would just follow his master.

She immediately trotted downstairs. On the playground, Feng Shaomin and the other person had already gotten into the car, which had just started.

Meng Siqi knocked on the front glass and Zhao Leiting rolled down the window.

"The Korean team asked me to go with them." Meng Siqi said with a smile.

Zhao Lei Ting smiled and nodded.

Meng Siqi sat in the back seat and raised his voice to the front seat: "Master, the Korean team said that if he doesn't have any other arrangements in the future, he will let me follow you."

Amid the roar of the car, Meng Siqi seemed to hear him say "Oh".

Zhou Jie Li's home was not far from the school. Twenty minutes later, the car drove into an old residential area and stopped in front of a row of houses that looked like a garage.

The yard was very empty. Apart from flower pots, a laundry sink and clothes drying racks, there were not many things in it. One of the houses in this row was Zhou Jie Li's home. It had an aluminum door with a big Chinese character "Fu" pasted on it, but a piece of it was missing.

Zhao Leiting went forward and knocked on the door, shouting, "Is anyone home?"

But there was no movement inside. After knocking a few more times, there was still no response. Zhao Leiting and Feng Shaomin looked at each other, probably unsure whether the person was at home, or whether there was any special situation.

After all, Zhou Jie Li did not return home all night and died an unnatural death. Her husband is the biggest suspect, and it is not impossible that her husband fled for fear of punishment.

As such speculations became more and more intense, Feng Shaomin and Zhao Leiting became increasingly emotional.

At this time, a middle-aged woman from a neighboring house opened the door and shouted, "He's a taxi driver. In broad daylight, he's either out driving or sleeping."

Zhao Leiting and Feng Shaomin were almost simultaneously checking the situation in the yard. There was no sign of a taxi. Zhao Leiting asked, "Brother Feng, should we report to the Korean team? Is it possible that Zhao Guanghui drove away?"

"Knock on the door first, and if that doesn't work, break it in."

Zhao Lei Ting understood and knocked on the door again. This time he knocked on it several times with his fist. The sound was so loud that dust was shaken around the aluminum door panel.

There was still no response from inside. He checked with Feng Shaomin and prepared to bang on the door.

Just as Zhao Lei Ting was about to knock on the door, the door creaked and opened a crack, revealing a man's face from the crack. The man had an unshaven beard, messy hair, and sleepy eyes. In the half-shadow and half-sun light at the door, his slightly dull expression looked a little heavy.

"Are you Zhao Guanghui?" Zhao Leiting asked.

The man seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he answered, "Yes."

Zhao Leiting showed his work ID directly, "We are police officers from the Jinyang City Public Security Bureau. Your wife Zhou Jieli is in trouble. We are here to understand the situation with you."

Zhao Guanghui did not remain stunned this time. Instead, he frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"Well, let's go in and talk."

Only then did Zhao Guanghui open the door, turn around and walk inside.

Meng Siqi followed him into the house. There were no curtains in the room, and it was dark inside. He couldn't see the furnishings clearly for a moment, but a strong smell of alcohol hit his face, and Meng Siqi covered his nose.

Zhao Lei Ting went forward to pull the curtains in the living room, and was bumped by wine bottles several times on the way, making crackling sounds.

The curtains flew open, and the small living room suddenly became bright. Meng Siqi felt a little disgusted at first sight. This house was very messy. The dining table, sofa, and coffee table were all crowded in the small space, and the chairs were placed in a haphazard manner.

There is a very lazy old quilt on the sofa. It is very likely that Zhao Guanghui usually sleeps on the sofa.

The smell of alcohol in the room came from the beer bottles scattered all over the floor and table.

Meng Siqi couldn't count the number of drinks at once, and had no idea why the man drank so much at once.

Zhao Guanghui sat lazily on the sofa, with half of his buttocks sunk into the sofa, which was like his nest.

Meng Siqi pulled a chair, moved it in front of the sofa, and asked the master to sit on it.

Feng Shaomin glanced at her and sat down on the chair.

Meng Siqi and Zhao Leiting also sat down one after another. She took out a small notebook and pen and began to take notes.

"Drink so much?" Zhao Lei Ting's tone was filled with slight disgust.

"What's wrong with my wife?" Zhao Guanghui asked Zhao Leiting.

Zhao Leiting glanced at Feng Shaomin, who said directly, "Zhou Jie Li was murdered at school last night."

"Murdered?" Zhao Guanghui's eyes suddenly froze, and his face, which had been calm just now, suddenly darkened. Meng Siqi could clearly notice that his right fingers were trembling.

Her eyes naturally fell on Zhao Guanghui's cuffs. Because the fleeting scene was so profound, she stayed on Zhao Guanghui's cuffs for a long time.

Zhao Guanghui's cuffs were relatively open, with two gray buttons on his sleeves. Meng Siqi was a little nervous, but after confirming again and again, she was sure that the buttons in her memory were silver-gray, and should have a hint of metallic color, while Zhao Guanghui's buttons were ordinary gray plastic buttons.

However, Meng Siqi did not deny Zhao Guanghui's suspicion. If Zhao Guanghui went home and changed his clothes after committing the crime, then all suspicions would be dispelled.

"Who wants to kill her?" Zhao Guanghui's tone was obviously a little excited, his lips trembled slightly, and his lip color turned a little white.

"We are still investigating." Zhao Leiting said, "Zhao Guanghui, in order to identify the murderer as soon as possible, we hope you will cooperate with our investigation."

"Can I go see her?" Zhao Guanghui made a gesture to stand up.

Feng Shaomin used hand gestures to push him down and said, "The forensic doctor is examining the body. We will arrange for you to see her then."

"No, I want to go see her." Zhao Guanghui got up half of his body this time, his face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were even a little sinister.

"Calm down!" Feng Shaomin shouted, "If you don't cooperate with our investigation, the murderer may have escaped."

The voice was very loud, and it seemed to pierce Zhao Guanghui's nerves. Zhao Guanghui, who was half-awake, had red eyes and slowly sat back on the sofa.

After Zhao Leiting soothed her emotions for a few moments, he formally asked, "Zhou Jie Li didn't come home all night, why didn't you know about it?"

"This is not the first time. In fact, I'm used to it." Zhao Guanghui returned to his previous state and his reaction was a little slow.

"You mean, she often stays out all night?"

"Not really. Sometimes she doesn't go home when something happens at school. There are lounges in school."

"You don't have any children?"

"no."

"So how is your relationship as a couple?"

Zhao Guanghui did not answer this question immediately, but hesitated for a while before saying, "It's OK."

"Have you had an argument recently? Or anything unpleasant happened?"

"No." Zhao Guanghui raised his eyes and answered straightforwardly.

"How are her relationships with other people? For example, has she had any grudges with anyone recently?"

"no."

"Where were you around ten o'clock last night?" Feng Shaomin asked straight to the point.

Zhao Guanghui did not raise his eyes, but seemed to think quietly for a while, and said: "I drive a taxi. At that time, I should be driving in the city. I don't remember where exactly."

"Do you remember if you picked up any passengers during this period? Can you describe them?"

"No, it was thundering and raining last night. I drove for a long time with an empty car. There was no one on the road at all. I went home in the middle of the night."

Meng Siqi remembered that there was indeed thunder and a light rain last night, but it didn't last long. When he woke up in the morning, he found that the ground was not very wet.

Cameras were not widely used in that era, and without witnesses it would be impossible to determine whether Zhao Guanghui was lying or not.

I asked some more questions, but still didn't find anything suspicious.

Originally, Meng Siqi wanted to apply to search Zhao Guanghui's closet, but now that Zhao Guanghui has not been identified as a murder suspect, it might be inappropriate to make this request.

She suddenly had an idea, "Mr. Zhao? Is there a bathroom?"

Zhao Guanghui raised his eyes and looked at her. This was the first time he looked at her directly. "Yes." He pointed casually.

Meng Siqi stood up and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was very small, with the toilet and shower combined. There was a pile of dirty clothes next to the toilet.

Meng Siqi's purpose was very simple, which was to check the cuffs of the clothes. As soon as she picked up the collar of the clothes, an unpleasant smell came over her. It was unknown how long it had been since the clothes had been washed.

She had to hold her breath and quickly touched her sleeves. There was no button. Just as she was about to put it down, she saw another piece of clothing on the ground. It turned out that Zhao Guanghui had left some clothes unwashed for a few days.

She picked up the dress again and felt around the sleeves, but found nothing.

In the living room, Zhao Leiting and Feng Shaomin had obviously finished asking questions. Seeing Meng Siqi leave, they stood up and prepared to go back.

Feng Shaomin was more responsible. He also learned about the relationship between Zhao Guanghui and Zhou Jie Li from nearby people. He concluded that their relationship was average and they could occasionally be heard arguing.

When Meng Siqi returned to the canteen in the bureau at noon, she had no appetite at all, so she just ate a few bites of vegetables with everyone.

Tang Xiaochuan, a colleague from Team 2, also learned some of the situation from the Korean team in the morning. While eating, he talked about some of Zhao Guanghui's deeds.

It turns out that Zhao Guanghui was once an ambitious young man who read a lot of books and knew how to make money. Later, he even opened a financial company. Around the 1990s, this was indeed a great future.

It was also at that time that Zhou Jie Li met Zhao Guang Hui. Zhou Jie Li was a high school female teacher and was also very outstanding. At that time, Zhou Jie Li and Zhao Guang Hui's meeting was undoubtedly a match made in heaven.

An incident later changed the lives of both of them. An employee of the company died suddenly, and his family members were extremely noisy. The company had to be temporarily closed, and he himself was sued in court. It was found that the company's procedures were not complete. The company was finally judged to be a shell company, and Zhao Guanghui went bankrupt completely.

To make a living again, he borrowed some money and rented a taxi.

On the way back to the office, Zhao Leiting asked, "When did Zhao Guanghui and Zhou Jieli start living apart?"

"In the first half of this year, after a quarrel at school," Tang Xiaochuan replied, "Since then, Zhou Jie Li seems to have changed. She rarely comes home. She may be very disappointed with Zhao Guanghui."

"Why are you quarreling?"

"I'm not sure, but it was said that Zhao Guanghui pulled Zhou Jie Li into the car, and his actions were rather rough."

Everyone's expression became calm. Meng Siqi's thoughts might be the same as theirs. Zhao Guanghui had experienced many ups and downs in his life. No matter what, there must have been many problems in his later relationship. After all, the daily necessities of life, material things, are still the basis of happiness.

If it was resentment caused by a change in relationship, this might be the motive for murder.

But everything is just speculation. The Korean team hasn't come back yet, and we will definitely have to meet up to investigate the next task.

Meng Siqi had just returned to the office to make a cup of fruit tea when the Korean team came in and called out directly, "Tang Xiaochuan, come with me to the interrogation room."

Han Changlin looked at her again and said, "Xiao Meng, you should also take notes."

"Okay." Meng Siqi immediately picked up the notebook and followed him out.

As soon as she entered the room and was about to find a chair to sit down, she was stunned by the silver-gray buttons on the cuffs of the strange man in the interrogation room.