The rain was heavy, soaking Jian Jing's trousers and legs, but she was oblivious. She held up an umbrella and squatted on the ground to examine the body.

To be honest, it was no wonder that so many people wanted to vomit. This was the most disgusting scene she had ever seen.

The head of the punk head showed the most punk scene ever - the skull was sunken, the brain was bursting, the red and white were intertwined, extremely tragic, causing strong discomfort.

And his death time was 1-3 hours ago.

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, in other words, the time of death was between 13:00-15:00.

There were no scars on the body's limbs. There were some minor wounds on the palms, but they were wrapped with bandages, and did not seem to be left by fighting.

The soles of her shoes were washed by the rain, leaving almost no traces, and it was impossible to tell where she had been. Her clothes were completely soaked, and she had a room key in her pants pocket.

Jian Jing didn't look through these things for the time being. She picked up her phone and took a lot of photos at the scene carefully.

Under the heavy rain, clues disappeared quickly. If you are not careful, the evidence may disappear without a trace.

After taking photos quickly, she marked the location of the body with tape, wrapped the body completely, and prepared to move it indoors in a while.

Then, it was time to survey the scene.

This scene was particularly bad. There was not much blood on the cement floor, which had been washed away by the heavy rain. Similarly, it was impossible to collect relevant footprints.

It was so clean that there were no clues.

What made Jian Jing more concerned was that two things were missing from the scene.

One was of course the murder weapon, which will be discussed later, and the other was an umbrella.

There was no umbrella at the scene.

Very strange.

First of all, the first floor of this unscrupulous hotel was structured as follows:

.. Warehouse...

.. (open air)... X

... Small door...

.. Kitchen............ Open air area.........

.. Room.....

.............. Stairs.. Wall... Back door... .. Dining......

Counter..... Bathroom..... Boss.....

.. Dining room...... Front door..... Room... Living area.....

Entering from the front door, on the left is the restaurant, and on the right is the living area of ​​the boss's family. The restaurant leads to the kitchen, and behind the kitchen, a bungalow was built as a warehouse.

X is the scene of the crime.

Note that the kitchen and the warehouse are not connected, and the area in the middle is open-air.

Whether you go around the left side of the gate to X, or go through the atrium from the back door and go directly to X, you need to walk through the open-air area.

It was raining so hard, why didn't the deceased have an umbrella?

Also, this place is remote, why did the deceased come here? Did he take the initiative to ask someone out, or was he asked out? Did he not bring an umbrella because two people shared an umbrella?

There are many mysteries.

At the same time, the murder method is also puzzling.

The punk-haired man is 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique. The threshold is extremely high to hit him in the head and make him lose the ability to resist instantly.

Take Jian Jing himself as an example. He has enough strength, but not enough height. If he wants to knock the opponent unconscious with a stick on the ground, he has to run and jump.

Even so, there is no guarantee that the deceased will not resist.

A sneak attack is of course a better choice.

However, Jian Jing looked around. This place is a certain distance away from the kitchen and warehouse. There is no debris to block the way. If he wants to sneak attack, the speed must be very fast, so fast that the deceased cannot react .

Infinite strength, tall stature, fast speed... Wait, is it?

Jian Jing carefully propped up the umbrella, opened the snakeskin bag, and gently brushed the dead man's hair.

Sure enough, there were two strange feathers mixed in the middle of the dense head.

Chicken feathers.

The case was solved, the murderer was a "zombie".

"The murderer must be a zombie!" The yellow-haired man came to a decisive conclusion before his butt even touched the chair in the restaurant.

Reporter Chai has the sharpness of every reporter and immediately asked: "Why do you say that?"

The yellow-haired man looked like he was about to vomit: "Didn't you see his head? Is this something that humans can do?"

The ball-headed man looked pale: "Brother Xu, don't scare me. Is it really a zombie? Why, why would the zombie kill him?"

The yellow-haired man jumped up like a spring: "Can't you imagine it?"

The ball-headed man was stunned and looked terrified: "Is it because... he, he bumped into a zombie? Was he retaliated? Then we..." She waved her hands repeatedly, her lips trembling, "This has nothing to do with us."

"Excuse me, what exactly is this 'hitting a zombie' you mentioned?" Ji Feng interrupted, "Can you tell me in detail?"

Huang Mao hesitated, "There's not much to say, it was too dark at night and the car was hit, but when we stopped to check, there was nothing. The front of the car was flattened, and there were scratches on the tires, which was very strange."

Ji Feng asked in detail, "When did this happen?"

"The evening before yesterday." The yellow-haired man hesitated, "It's quite far from here, maybe... um..."

Ji Feng looked at him thoughtfully, and turned to ask the guy with the ball-headed hair, "Were you there?"

The guy with the ball-headed hair shook his head and explained, "We were camping in the mountains the night before yesterday, but the beer was left in the hotel we stayed in before, so they said they would go to the town to buy some. Xiao Wen and I were responsible for cooking, so we didn't go with them."

"Who was driving the car?" He grasped the key point, "Jia Yue?"

The yellow-haired man nodded uneasily.

Ji Feng asked: "Is it the 'zombie' that we bumped into?"

"Uh, yeah." Huang Mao quietly moved his butt, "It whizzed past. I was sitting in the back seat and didn't see it clearly. In fact, it might not be a zombie, but a dog or something. I mean..."

He swallowed his saliva: "That claw actually looks more like an animal, doesn't it?"

Ji Feng smiled and comforted him: "Just asking casually, okay, let's get to the point. Talk about what you did from 10 o'clock this morning until just now. Who can prove it?"

He called the waitress first: "You go first."

The waitress said: "You haven't checked out yet. I don't think there will be any guests on such a rainy day. After you are all busy, I will go to the kitchen to wash rice and cook. After plugging in the rice cooker, I have nothing to do, so I go back to the room. At about 11:30, I went upstairs to ask if you want to eat."

Ji Feng remembered this.

The service of the hotel is not very good, but the price is reasonable. If you want to eat, you have to pay 20 yuan more per person per meal. But you can't order dishes. You can eat whatever you cook. She cooks according to the number of people. In addition, you can also order noodles, rice or dumplings separately, and there is nothing else.

The waitress had a good memory and counted on her fingers: "You (referring to Ji Feng) ordered scallion noodles, that woman (referring to Jian Jing) had egg fried rice, she (referring to the girl with the meatball head) and her friend also had fried rice, he (referring to the yellow-haired man) said that the three boys would eat together, he (referring to the man with a broken bone) wanted dumplings, and she (referring to reporter Chai) would eat that too."

Ji Feng nodded and quickly wrote it down in his notebook.

"After I asked you, you started cooking. At 12:20, you asked them to come down to eat and sent up the food you ordered. You were busy until about 1:30 in the afternoon. After washing the dishes, you went back to your room to rest."

"Did you see the deceased while you were eating?"

"He came and was angry. He complained that the food I cooked was not tasty enough." The waitress was impressed and complained, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. I begged him to eat it?"

Ji Feng asked others, "Did the deceased do anything special at that time?"

Reporter Chai shrugged, "Nothing. He was in good spirits. His chopsticks were banging loudly."

Huang Mao said, "He ate two bites and didn't eat it because it didn't suit his appetite."

"What about you? Didn't you say you were going to get your car fixed?" Ji Feng asked, "And where did your friend go?"

The yellow-haired guy quickly said, "The engine had some problems and wasn't fixed yet. We came back at 11:30 and planned to fix it after dinner. We went back around 12:40. Oh, yes, at 2:20. I was so hungry that I said I should move the things here first to avoid inconvenience at night. Fei Xuan - that's my friend, said he would fix it for a while and might not be back yet."

Speak of the devil, the crew cut came in confused, all wet and dripping with blood. The muddy guy: "What are you all doing here? Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

He then scolded the yellow-haired guy: "Old Xu, what are you doing? Didn't I ask you to bring me some food? You made me drive on an empty stomach, it's so uncomfortable."

The yellow-haired guy licked his lips and said with difficulty: "Don't talk about these nonsense, Jia Yue is dead!"

The crew cut guy didn't react: "Ah?"

The ball-headed guy said: "It's true, we all saw it, Jia Yue is dead." She shuddered as she spoke, and added in fear, "He died miserably, it's true!"

The color on the crew cut guy's face immediately faded: "No way? You are not kidding?"

"No, there really was a murder here." Ji Feng said concisely, "Since you are here, please sit down and tell me your name and what you have been doing in the past few hours."

The crew cut: "Who are you?"

His two companions had to explain to him before he said, "My name is Fei Xuan. I have been repairing cars since lunch today. I didn't know anything until I fixed it ten minutes ago."

Ji Feng asked, "How far is the place where the car broke down from here?"

The yellow-haired man said, "It takes 15-20 minutes to walk, and it's very difficult to walk. Driving is also very slow, it will take about 10 minutes."

The crew cut nodded to confirm what he said.

"I understand." Ji Feng returned to the point and continued to ask Huangmao, "Why didn't you go back after you separated from him at 2:20?"

Huangmao said embarrassedly, "I had diarrhea, and I hurried to the toilet when I came back. After I was done, I felt hungry, so I wanted to cook some instant noodles... I'm still in my room. I just finished eating when I heard someone screaming downstairs."

"How long did it take each time?"

"Let me think, let me think." He flipped through his phone, "I started to have diarrhea at 2:45, and I didn't get better until 3:20. I started to cook instant noodles at 3:30, and they were finished in 35 minutes."

"During this period, we were in your room all the time?" Ji Feng asked in detail.

Huangmao said, "No, I went to the kitchen to cook."

"Did you see anyone?"

Huangmao raised his hand hesitantly and pointed at reporter Chai: "She seemed to have been here."

"What time?"

"When I was cooking instant noodles."

Ji Feng asked, "Reporter Chai, may I ask what did you want to do at that time?"

Reporter Chai said helplessly, "I wanted to find something to eat, and when I saw him eating instant noodles in the kitchen, I knew there was nothing to eat, so I had to go back."

Ji Feng was a little surprised: "Are you hungry too?"

"I didn't eat much at noon." Reporter Chai glanced at the waitress and said honestly, "The food is not very good."

The waitress blushed and yelled, "What do you mean? You can choose not to eat if you don't like it."

However, Ji Feng showed an expression of understanding - this explanation was very convincing. The noodles he ordered

for lunch were not hot, but they were so bad that it was hard to say what was wrong with them. It might be that there were problems with the seasoning, the heat, or the kneading of the dough. Fortunately, Teacher Jian had a large stock of noodles, so the two of them ate a self-heating hot pot to fill their stomachs. "Well," he changed the subject, "Did you go out at other times?" Reporter Chai pursed his lips, "I basically stayed in the room all the time." "Okay." Ji Feng wrote a few words quickly and looked at the most mysterious guest at the moment, "It's your turn. First, tell me your name and occupation, and why you are here." The man with a broken bone was silent for a moment, and said hoarsely, "My name is Zhu Yong, I'm a teacher, and I'm here to attend a relative's wedding."