Chapter 132 Murder in Sleep: Reality or Fantasy

Zhang Mingli took Fang Rui and the others to Beiyuan Garden Community. This is an old community built in the 1990s. The distance between the buildings in the community is very small, so the lighting inside is not very good. As soon as you enter the corridor, you will feel that it is very dark and gloomy.

Zhang Mingli lives in the west building. Her house is a duplex with two floors, so the floors are not high. As soon as you enter her house, you will feel that the ceiling is very low, which makes the house look a bit cramped. There is

also a bagua mirror hanging on the door of the house, which is covered with dust and looks like it has been hanging for some time.

"It's right here, he was lying here covered in blood." Zhang Mingli pointed to the floor at the entrance of the stairs and said in panic, "I was standing upstairs at the time, I watched him roll down and fall here, and he slowly closed his eyes. He was dead."

Xiao Zhang opened the curtains and turned on the lights, but saw nothing on the ground. The floor tiles were grayish white and a bit old, and some tiles were even cracked, and there was no trace of blood.

Mu Mian sprayed luminol on the ground, and no fluorescence appeared. There were no signs of corrosion by chemical reagents on the floor, which ruled out the possibility that the murderer used bleaching agents such as hypochlorous acid to clean off the blood, so there was no blood on the tiles at all.

"There is no blood." Mu Mian whispered to Fang Rui and the others, "No bleach was detected on the floor, so we can rule out the possibility that the blood was washed away by the bleach. There should be no blood on the tiles at all."

"The tiles look very old, and there is a lot of dust in the gaps. It doesn't look like they have been replaced recently." Xiao Wang said, "We can basically rule out the possibility that the tiles have been replaced."

Mu Mian sprayed luminol in every corner of the house, but there was no fluorescent reaction, except for a little reaction on the white wall, but that was the blood stain left by a mosquito that was slapped to death on it.

Mu Mian walked out of the room and her steps paused. She always felt that this house made her very uncomfortable.

"Mu Mian, what's wrong?" Fang Rui asked.

"My OCD seems to be acting up. Something is wrong with this house!"

"Is it because of the tiles?"

Fang Rui discovered that the tiles in the room and the living room were not the same color, and the patterns were different, but except for the bathroom, the tiles in the other rooms were the same. Normal people would use the same tiles in the living room and the room for decoration, but this house is not like that.

But the tiles in the living room did not look like they were just replaced. When you step on them, you can feel that the tiles are a little loose, and some of them are cracked. The style and pattern of the tiles are not popular recently, and they look like they were designed more than ten years ago. This house is also quite old.

"Yes. The tiles in the room are different from those in the living room. I was wondering why this house makes me uncomfortable." Mu Mian complained, and she pointed to the large bay window in the second bedroom, "And why do they have to build such a platform in the house? It's hard to close the window, and it's so high that I can't even climb up. The design of this house is so unreasonable!" "

I think so too, this house looks very gloomy!" Xiao Zhang complained, "It's so eerie, no wonder Miss Zhang has mental problems living here."

Zhang Mingli stood in the living room, she was very anxious, the scene of murder seemed to be repeated in front of her eyes, but she could not remember why she killed someone, and who killed him?

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhang Mingli was startled.

"Ms. Zhang, don't be afraid, we are still here." Xiao Zhang comforted her.

Xiao Zhang went to open the door, and it was Zhang Mingli's uncle Zhang Taotao who came in. He was in his fifties, wearing black-framed glasses, and looked gentle. He said to Zhang Mingli: "Xiao Li, what's wrong with you? Why did you go to the police station for no reason?"

Zhang Taotao was a high school teacher who taught chemistry. He was about to retire recently and basically didn't have to go to work, so when he heard that Zhang Mingli was in trouble, he hurried over.

"Uncle, I killed someone! I pushed someone down the stairs, and the person fell to death, but the body is gone." Zhang Mingli's eyes darted around, and she said in horror, "There is a ghost! Uncle, there is a ghost in this house, I don't want to live here anymore, I don't want to live here anymore."

"Okay, you don't want to live here anymore, then go back to your uncle's house." Zhang Taotao hugged her, "I told you a long time ago to live at your uncle's house, but you insisted on living here. Oh, you didn't expect to live in a haunted house, look at you, you're so scared."

After Zhang Mingli calmed down, Zhang Taotao said to Fang Rui and the others, "Comrade police, I'm sorry, my niece is ignorant and called the police without reason. She told me before that this house is haunted, and I asked her not to live there, but she insisted on living there, and she was frightened and went crazy. How could a little girl like her kill someone?"

"No, uncle, I killed someone!" Zhang Mingli insisted.

"Xiao Li, you said you killed someone, who did you kill?" Zhang Taotao interrupted her, "Didn't the police comrades search the whole house? Did they find the body?"

Zhang Mingli doubted herself. She looked at her hands and murmured, "Did I really not kill anyone? Uncle, I won't be crazy like mom, will I?"

"Xiao Li, didn't you go to the mental hospital for a check-up last time? The doctor said you are not sick, you are just under too much psychological pressure, thinking about all kinds of things all day long, that's why you are like this."

Zhang Taotao said to Fang Rui and others, "Police comrades, I will take my niece back first. She has been under too much pressure recently, and there may be something wrong with her mental state. She needs to have a good rest."

"Okay, you take her back."

Fang Rui and his team searched the entire house again, but found no suspicious signs.

The decoration of this house is very old, and it should have been renovated many years ago. The furnishings inside have not changed much recently.

There are surveillance cameras installed in the corridor outside Zhang Mingli's house. They went to the security room to retrieve the surveillance video for nearly half a month.

After returning, each of them was responsible for watching the surveillance for a few days, and watched the surveillance at 16 times the speed until seven or eight in the evening. However, the surveillance video shows that in the past half month, except for Zhang Mingli's uncle, the delivery man and the water meter checker, no other men have been to her house, and there are only two women. They have been in and out, and there is no disappearance.

"No one has come to report missing recently. It seems that Miss Zhang really has a mental problem." Xiao Zhang rubbed his sore eyes, "However, it is a good thing that there is no murder case."

Everyone went home from work. Fang Rui drove Mu Mian back. Mu Mian was silent along the way.

Fang Rui looked at Mu Mian's serious look and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay!"

At 1:08 in the morning, Fang Rui was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He knew that the person who could knock on his door at this hour must be Mu Mian. He opened the door with messy hair, "Mu Mian, is there something we can't talk about tomorrow?"

"Fang Rui, do you think the body will be hidden in the bay window?" Mu Mian looked at Fang Rui with dark circles under her eyes, "Let's bring the tools and dig up the body."

"Mu Mian, do you know what time it is now?" Fang Rui was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

"One:09 in the morning."

"So, go back to bed now, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Fang Rui held Mu Mian's shoulders and pushed her to the door of her house, and then planned to go back to sleep.

"Fang Rui, you can go to sleep tomorrow."

"This case has not been filed. If we go to dig up the body now, we are illegally breaking into a private house. This is illegal, do you understand?"

"I know. I understand the law. But..."

"Then go back to bed now, and we'll contact Miss Zhang tomorrow and check the louver again, okay?"

"Okay."

Fang Rui closed the door, returned to bed, covered himself with the quilt, and was about to go to sleep, but suddenly thought of something. He got up quickly, opened the door, and found that Mu Mian was still standing outside.

"Fang Rui, why don't you go back to sleep?"

Seeing Fang Rui coming out again, Mu Mian was a little happy. She had just been counting, and she wanted to know how long it would take Fang Rui to come out again. That number was the time she waited. As a result, Fang Rui came out after only 18 seconds.

She was very lucky, she only waited for 18 seconds.

"Mu Mian, I should be the one asking you this. Why don't you go back to sleep?" Fang Rui was a little helpless.

"You said we can only talk about important things tomorrow. But I can't sleep, so I'll just stand here and wait." Mu Mian waved to Fang Rui, "Fang Rui, you should go back to sleep. I'm not sleepy. I'll just continue to wait here."

"Mu Mian, Miss Zhang is asleep, and we can't contact her now. And there may not be a body there. So, you go back to sleep, and we'll go check it out tomorrow, okay?"

"I don't want to talk about this, I want to talk about something else."

"What is it?"

Mu Mian looked at him sincerely, "Fang Rui, are you willing to marry me?"