The landlord knew that Zhang Bei and Nanyin were a young couple who had been dating for many years, so they went back to their home and helped Nanyin open the door without seeing them. They saw the scene afterwards.
Su Luoheng asked: "Do you know the quarrel between Nanyin and Zhang Bei?"
"I know." The landlord said in the voice of the person who came over: "Hey, the young couple live their lives, how can there be no quarrels, this feeling is that the more noisy the better."
"What about Nanyin moving out of Zhang Bei's house?"
"I also know this, because I often knock on the door outside after the South attracts, we can all hear it." The landlord pointed to the door diagonally opposite and said, "My family lives in 103."
After that, Su Luoheng went to look at Zhang Bei's bedroom.
The curtains in the bedroom were closed, making the room very dark.
Xia Ruo found the switch of the headlight in the bedroom and turned it on.
Zhang Bei's bedroom wall is covered with posters, not only for words, but also for folk singers. On the left side of the door is a wardrobe, there are not many clothes, and the style is relatively simple. Next to it is a one-meter-eight bed. The bed sheet is blue-gray striped, and the quilt is also pure gray. It is spread out on the left side of the bed, and the bed sheet is also relatively wrinkled, as if the owner had just crawled out of the quilt.
Opposite us is a window, which is the same style as the window in the living room, with a four-panel window. Although this summary window is beautiful in literature and art, it is not very practical. Opposite the end of the bed, that is, on the right side of the room, there are two low cabinets containing books and CDs. Su Luoheng pulled out a CD with a black ink pen on it. It should be a CD with a song composed by Zhang Bei himself.
On the other side of the window, there is a small writing desk on which Zhang Bei's computer is placed, but it is placed on the right side against the wall, as if it is not commonly used. In the middle is a dozen papers, and on the top sheet is half of the music score.
There is a wastebasket in the lower left corner of the table. The wastebasket is filled with paper curled up and thrown into it. Su Luoheng picked up a sheet of music and lyrics on it. The score is the same as the front part of the half on the table.
It seems that Zhang Bei's creation has encountered a bottleneck.
There are two small medicine bottles on the bedside table, which are sleeping pills and vitamins.
Sure enough, as Nanyin said, does Zhang Bei need medication to rest.
Xia Ruo found a bunch of keys in the drawer of the bedside table. There was a bunch of star ornaments hanging on the keychain, which belonged to girls.
She took it out and asked Nan Yin, "Is this bunch of keys the keys you originally used?"
Nanyin looked at the key in Xia Ruo's hand and said, "Yes."
Su Luoheng asked Xia Ruo: "Any clues?"
Xia Ruo shook his head and said, "There is no sign of homicide. Maybe it's really too much pressure, so commit suicide."
Su Luoheng thought about it and said, "But I still feel that Zhang Bei's reason for committing suicide is not sufficient."
"The mind of an artist is always hard to guess." Xia Ruo thought of some big stars who committed suicide before. In the eyes of ordinary people like them, the stars are all dazzling, no one knows why, overnight, these stars who were active on the big screen yesterday turned into a stiff star the next day. Corpse.
Su Luoheng is not so emotional, he insists that there is always a reason to go straight to anything.
But if it’s because I feel that I’m hopeless in my creation, even if I go to Beijing, I won’t change the status quo, this kind of negative emotions
It is very likely that it became the inducement for him to commit suicide.
Su Luoheng held up half of the sheet music on Zhang Bei's table, thoughtfully.
"Do you know how to read music?" Xia Ruo asked when Su Luoheng stared at that chapter of music for a long time.
Su Luoheng's music has already been nearly zero, and Xia Ruo knew this too. She asked half of it with ridicule.
"No..." Su Luoheng sighed. In fact, he was thinking about staring at the sheet music. He always felt that if the deceased had committed suicide, there seemed to be something twisted.
He asked Nanyin outside: "Does Zhang Bei have any particularly good friends?"
Nanyin said: "Yes, A Shang, Shang Jie, a bass player, have a very good relationship with A Bei. They were very good friends long before I knew A Bei."
"Are they a team?"
Nanyin gave an ambiguous answer: "Um... Well, the plan to go to Beijing this time was also planned by the two of them together."
"Do you have his contact information?"
"Yes." Nanyin gave Shang Jie's contact information to the police officer next to him.
The police officer dialed the phone, spoke for a while and then said to Su Luoheng: "He said he is now in a field and he will rush back soon, but he will probably not arrive until tomorrow."
Su Luoheng nodded, approving the time.
He looked around, but couldn't find any other clues for a while.
Judging from the current information, Zhang Bei should be rushed by the Beijing company, but encountered a creative bottleneck. In addition to the blow of the "rival", Zhang Bei had negative emotions, and he chose to commit suicide to escape life. of.
Looking at the watch, it is already past nine o'clock in the evening.
The sky outside the four-panel window was already pitch black, and occasionally a few stars shone weakly.
Su Luoheng glanced at Nanyin, perhaps because of crying for too long, the girl's eyebrows were exhausted. The red eyes are pitiful, they are already swollen from crying.
Nanyin was not a very beautiful girl at first, so crying in embarrassment, but looking at her face, it can only be said to be more ordinary. However, there is a charm in her, she gives people a very clean feeling. Perhaps what Zhang Bei likes is the clear temperament of Nanyin.
"It's already past nine o'clock, and the information that can be collected is almost the same. Let's come back tomorrow." Su Luoheng said. I didn't say anything to anyone, just to let the whole team hear it.
"Okay." Xia Ruo, who was closest to him, responded first.
Su Luoheng said to Nanyin, "Thank you for your cooperation. If anything happens, we will contact you again. I hope you can keep your mobile phone open at any time."
"Good." Nanyin's voice also revealed deep exhaustion.
She stood up, the blue dress was quiet and beautiful.
Before turning to leave, Nanyin suddenly asked: "Mr. Police, when can Abe draw a conclusion about the suicide of Abe? I hope that he can settle down earlier."
Su Luoheng said: "This we still need some time to confirm that he really committed suicide."
Nanyin looked a little puzzled, and asked, "It's still unsure, did Abei commit suicide?"
Xia Ruo raised her head when she heard Nanyin's question.
Nanyin explained: "Ah, what I mean is, it looks like Abei really committed suicide, and he didn't have any enemies with Sen."
Su Luoheng said patiently: "But we still have to make sure, and we will come to a conclusion as soon as possible."
"Okay. Thank you." Nanyin bowed his head and thanked him, then
Goodbye.
After Nan Yin left, Xia Ruo said to Su Luoheng without doubt: "Do you think this Nan Yin is a bit strange?"
Su Luoheng looked at the door where Nan Yin had left, with his arms wrapped around his chest, and said: "I also think that he just looked like he was pretty sure that Zhang Bei committed suicide."
However, seeing the scene in front of me, I feel that suicide is justified.
But did Zhang Bei really commit suicide
May 26th, Tuesday.
noon.
"Zhang Bei's appraisal report."
Xichang put an appraisal document in front of Su Luoheng, who was eating.
Su Luoheng put down his job, and while opening the folder of the appraisal report, he asked, "Where is the friend named Shang Jie, Zhang Bei's? Has he arrived? Why there is no news yet."
"Oh, there seems to be thundering and raining all the time, the plane cannot take off and it is delayed." Xichang said.
Su Luoheng nodded.
According to the content of the autopsy report, Zhang Bei indeed died of excessive blood loss, but what made him concerned was that it also remembered that there was a bright sleeping pill in Zhang Bei's body, and the measurement was large enough to cause a coma.
Could it be the bottle of sleeping pills in Zhang Bei's bedroom
Why does he take so many sleeping pills
Why did you choose to commit suicide by cutting your wrist after taking so many sleeping pills
Everything seems to be a matter of course but Mao Dun is heavy.
It was checked yesterday that Zhang Bei’s home had no signs of fighting or intrusion. If he killed him, unless the murderer had the key, or there was any other way to get close to Zhang Bei and kill him, Zhang Bei would not be aware of it.
Perhaps, what else is missing at the scene
Su Luoheng rubbed his eyebrows and said to himself: "I still have to go back to the crime scene to take a look."
Turning around, he wanted to call Xia Ruo, but he didn't find Xia Ruo's figure, so he asked Xichang, "Where is Xiao Ruo?"
Xichang replied, "Sister Xia Ruo and Zhang Qi have gone to Zhangbei's house, and they said they want to take another look."
Su Luoheng frowned.
Xiao Ruo still likes to move away from him...
Su Luoheng got up and greeted Xichang: "Let's go, let's go too."
Zhang Beijia.
Xia Ruo heard the movement and looked at the door, and saw Su Luoheng: "You are here too."
Su Luoheng is funny: "Why don't you tell me your whole life when you come."
Xia Ruo rolled her eyes and said, "Do I have to tell you what I do? I also solved the case on my own, okay?"
When it comes to this matter, Su Luoheng is still a little depressed. When this girl first joined the team, she had to face him in everything, always acting recklessly alone, and almost something went wrong.
Fortunately, after being snatched last time, he was much better.
Su Luoheng did not want to quarrel with her, but said: "I am worried about you."
Xia Ruo was stunned.
Zhang Qi and Xichang booed.
Turning back to the bathroom, Xia Ruo decided not to continue this topic.
"Are there any new discoveries?" Su Luoheng asked.
Xia Ruo turned his back to Su Luoheng, and said angrily, "No."
At this time, Xichang's cell phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, it was Shang Jie.
Xichang answered the phone and said to Su Luoheng, "Shangjie is here."
"Let him come directly to Zhang Bei's house." Su Luoheng said.
While waiting for Shang Jie, Su Luoheng entered the elder's bedroom, picked up the sleeping pills on the table, and looked at it. The balance in it was less than one-third.
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