When someone killed Zhou Yang, he destroyed the traces and walked out of the toilet calmly.
Xu Wei thought to himself that he should contact a psychologist.
The murderer's modus operandi in this case is not something that a person with normal psychology would do. He is not afraid, and even enjoys it.
The worker couldn't understand, so he dared to ask, "Officer Xu, there are many people going to the toilet at night, so no one found Zhou Yang's body?"
Xu Wei was still very gentle, "The door of the compartment is locked."
The worker was in chaos. He hurriedly said, "Impossible. I clearly heard the sound of the door opening. I can't be wrong. I can be sure that the door really opened!"
Xu Wei said, "There are four compartments in the toilet. Zhou Yang is in the fourth one, and you are in the first one. The sound of the door opening you heard at the time should have come from the third compartment."
He smiled, "Of course, this is just my guess, and there is no evidence to prove it."
"If I'm not mistaken, when you left the toilet, the sound of water in the compartment inside was still ringing, right? That sound can have a great disturbing effect. Maybe you heard the door open wrong."
The worker stared at him, unable to say a word.
Xu Wei likes to chat with people who are emotionally exposed, "By the way, what time do you go back to the dormitory?"
The worker said that he didn't look at his mobile phone, "I didn't pay attention, I fell asleep."
His eyes were flushed with tears of self-reproach, "I was very sleepy at that time, and I didn't even think about looking at Zhou Yang's bed. If only I had a look, maybe it would be too late."
Xu Wei gave a few brief words of comfort, and picked up a file from the bottom of the document. Qi Feng was written in the column of the person's name, "If necessary, I will notify you again."
The workers left in tears.
The door was pushed open from the outside, Xu Wei glanced at it, it was the person on the file.
On the other side, a group of workers were sitting under the shed outside the small shop and talking. They came from another city. The foreman was He Peng and lived in the dormitory building opposite. So for them, Zhou Yang's death was nothing but sigh. .
"Poor, he died at a young age."
"Yeah, that kid is as old as my son. My son just took the college entrance examination, and he went straight to the underworld to see Lord Yama."
"Hey, tell me, who would do it?"
"How do you know this? The murderer didn't have these two words written on his face. Anyway, he must be in a group of people. Maybe it's you, or you."
The others laughed along with them, saying that they should stop talking nonsense.
"If you want me to tell you, the people in the dormitory with Zhou Yang will be stared at by the police this time, and the foreman Qi, who brought them here, is no different from Zhou Yang's family."
"No, when people are unlucky, they drink cold water and get stuck between their teeth."
He Peng came over and kicked the corner of the table, "Why are you all hiding here if you don't go to work? Enjoy the shade?"
Someone asked, "Boss, someone died today, are you still working?"
He Peng laughed, "Does the dead person have something to do with you?"
The man shook his head, "No."
He Peng slapped the back of his head with his palm, "If you don't go, what are the ink marks here? You fart a few more times, and it will be over in the morning."
The big guy immediately buckled his helmet and went to the opposite construction site.
He Peng walked out of the big blue shed, the heat pierced his head, and he spat on the ground, "Damn, this damn weather, it's just like this at a few hours!"
The small shop was quite quiet, the TV was off, Zhang's father, Zhang's mother, Huang Dan and Zhang Yao were all there.
Zhang Yao is in the car after 8 o'clock, and it's too late if you don't come, Zhang's father urged, "Hurry up, don't linger."
Mother Zhang stuffed Zhang Yao with a lot of food last night, including ham sausage, biscuits, nǎi tea and other snacks, and now she asked her what else she wanted.
Zhang Yao's essence was in a trance, "Enough is enough, I can't even hold it."
Father Zhang was sitting on the stool smoking a cigarette. From five o'clock until now, the cigarette has not left his hand. "Okay, there is a big supermarket outside her school gate, so you can't buy anything."
Having said that, he put a bottle of sample in his daughter's backpack.
Mother Zhang remembered that her daughter likes to eat a kind of dried bean curd, so she grabbed a dozen packs and stuffed them into the box, zipping the zipper, "Xiao Yao, get in the car and make a phone call."
Zhang Yao put on the backpack, "Then I'm leaving."
Huang Dan put Zhang Yao's suitcase in the back seat and told her to sit in the front.
The car left the small shop, Zhang Yao leaned his head against the back of the chair, and for the first time, did not close his eyes immediately and was half dead, "Brother, that kid came to buy cigarettes and alcohol last night, why did he die suddenly?"
Huang Dan looked at the road conditions, "I got up earlier than you, I heard several editions,