The spring rains are much gentler than the summer thunderstorms, but the power of gentleness is often more stamina and longer than violent. And anything that lasts for a long time will always make life bored.
The slanting wind and drizzle are coming down, not fast or slow, unwilling to leave. Zhu Yu and Huo Xiaofang were wearing raincoats, and once again appeared in front of the power distribution room. Zhu Yu looked up and cursed.
Huo Xiaofang had unlocked the door, and the two walked in. Huo Xiaofang stopped at a place with a little space in the southwest corner and set up a flashlight to illuminate the ceiling. The square skylight was tightly blocked without a drop of rain.
After a few glances, he turned and went out.
"Are you going to the roof?" Zhu Yu followed him closely.
Huo Xiaofang nodded: "Yes."
The two stood on the slope behind the house, and one stepped onto the roof. Huo Xiaofang walked directly to the square mouth, which was about 20 centimeters above the roof. Huo Xiaofang circled the square mouth twice, then he lay on the ground and looked at the cement board covering the square mouth.
"This board has been touched." Huo Xiaofang said.
Zhu Yu lay down opposite Huo Xiaofang, and then stretched out to the place where the cement board meets the square mouth. "Xiao Fang, this is something!"
A small brown rope that was scraped off.
Huo Xiaofang immediately got up and handed the evidence bag to Zhu Yu. The brown rope was put in the bag.
The two of them took the cement board away and leaned against the edge. As soon as they lowered the cover, their eyes stopped on the inside of the cover, and the crooked word'heaven' written in pencil was before their eyes.
Huo Xiaofang immediately took out the camera to take a photo.
Zhu Yu looked at the cover, then at the square mouth. "How come there are words on this? It's written by fierce handwriting? Or Tan Yaoyao wrote it?"
After taking the picture, Huo Xiaofang squatted down and said, "It's not like it was written by hand. This word was obviously written with shaking hands, indicating that the person who wrote it was terrified. Even so, the word still has something to say. Two points of personal writing, so it would not have been written by Tan Yaoyao. A nine-year-old girl has just entered the third grade, and the writing has not yet formed."
Zhu Yu: "Shaking hands is not necessarily a case of fear. It is possible to get drunk, or to get sick?"
Huo Xiaofang shook his head: "No, it doesn't look like it. All the signs in front show that the murderer is very calm and how he could write it himself when he was drunk. If it is an illness, then there should be more clues. Could it be that the murderer put this cement Carry the board to your own safety zone before writing. The time, place, and the cement board are no more than 20 or 30 kilograms. In order to write two characters, it seems unnecessary."
"Who would it be, the third person besides the murderer and Tan Yaoyao? Who?" Zhu Yu looked at Huo Xiaofang questioningly.
Huo Xiaofang also looked at him questioningly. He probed again, looking down from the square mouth.
"There are traces of the rope strangling here." Huo Xiaofang pointed to the edge of the square mouth in front of Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu looked down, and there were indeed some scratches.
Huo Xiaofang came to Zhu Yu's side, Zhu Yu got up and moved aside. Huo Xiaofang squatted down and looked carefully: "Brother Yu just now, the little silk brown rope was in this position, right?"
Zhu Yu nodded: "Yes, it's here."
Huo Xiaofang put his head into the inside of the square mouth and looked at it: "There are marks on the inside and top of the square mouth, but there are none on the outside." Having said that, he looked out of the eaves.
The two looked down from the roof, staring at the fork of a cedar tree outside the eaves.
"Go down and take a look!" Zhu Yu finished speaking and walked in front of Huo Xiaofang.
(End of this chapter)