When Lin Mao was swaying on the railing upstairs, he told me that he almost got carbon monoxide, and that someone called him to get up, otherwise he would not be able to get out. "
He paused, "At first Lin Mao thought it was me who called him."
Wang Qi put down his notes and unscrewed the cap of the pen, "Is there anyone else in the room?"
Huang Dan shook his head, "No."
Wang Qi pinched the pen, "Who is calling him then?"
Huang Dan said, "I don't know."
Wang Qi leaned back, "In the case of extreme hypoxia in the brain, people will have tinnitus symptoms, and it is impossible to hear the sound clearly, unless it is shouted over and over again against the ear, he may just not want to die, There is a certain awareness.”
Huang Dan did not speak.
Wang Qi looked at the boy opposite him again. The last time the girl died, he was very calm. This time the roommate had an accident, but the other party still had no emotional ups and downs. "What do you want to say?"
Huang Dan said unhurriedly, "I want to say that if Lin Mao doesn't come out, his life will not be in danger."
Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, "He inhaled a lot of carbon monoxide and stayed in the room, how could it be life-threatening?"
Huang Dan looked into the man's eyes, "I'm back."
Just as Wang Qi was about to get up, he shook his fingertips on the edge of the table, yes, the young man has returned, and the deceased will be rescued as long as he waits, "Then what do you mean... this is murder?"
Huang Dan did not speak again.
The atmosphere surrounding the two suddenly became weird.
Wang Qi didn't stay in the half-squatting position for long, then sat back on the chair, "You said you went to the studio in the afternoon. The deceased was sleeping in the room, and the door was closed, right?"
Huang Dan said, "Yes."
Wang Qi said, "In other words, before you came back, you didn't know if anyone had come to look for the deceased."
Huang Dan said, "Yeah."
Wang Qi put the cap back on, turned the pen, and clicked on the note, "You also said that you reminded the deceased before you left, and asked him to check whether the stove was off."
Huang Dan nodded, "Not only that, I also asked him to open the window."
Wang Qi went down and said, "My people went to the room to see, the window was closed, and the stove was still burning."
He shrugged, "It's not ruled out that the deceased just agreed verbally and didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was just a stove and no one could die."
Huang Dan said fell into silence again.
Wang Qi gave him a rare analysis, "The deceased said that someone was calling him, this information can't be verified, but the carbon monoxide in his body was what his body told us, and it fell down on the railing, this is an eyewitness. testimony."
Huang Dan sighed.
Wang Qi said, "I know that you and the deceased were roommates and had a good relationship. You are both high school seniors, and you will have the college entrance examination next year. It's a pity."
Huang Dan pursed his lips, knowing that this conversation was about to end.
Wang Qi added, "It's getting colder and colder, but you can't burn the stove in a closed space, and the windows must be open for ventilation."
Huang Dan said, "I know."
The young man left, and Wang Qi was still sitting in his seat. According to the young man's words, someone knew that he was coming back, so he shouted the dead man and told him to go out, knowing that he would fall off the railing
how is this possible.
Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, the child's thoughts were too illogical.
He shuddered suddenly. The deceased did not die because of the smuggling. He struggled desperately out of the room, thinking that he would not die, and it was all right, but he still couldn't escape from the dead.
It's like a hand is secretly controlling, and if you die, you have to die, you can't change it.
Wang Qi leaned against the back of the chair, let out a long sigh, and finally let himself out of the weird mind.
When Xia Wei died in the room, not many people witnessed the scene, but Lin Mao was different. He just lay on the ground on his back, and many people saw it.
This matter spread in the alley, in the school, and in the studio.
Everyone couldn't believe it. Two people died within a month, one killed themselves and the other died accidentally. In addition to being shocked, they were also sighing. What's the matter? a feeling of.
Zhou Jiaojiao had a hard candy in her mouth, and said in a vague voice, "He still owes me two boxes of white paint."
Some girls couldn't stand it any longer, "Jiaojiao, Lin Mao is gone, why do you still say such things?"
Zhou Jiaojiao lowered her head and adjusted her newly purchased mp3, "I'm just talking about it casually, is it possible that I have to go underground and ask him for it?"
The others laughed heartlessly.
Lin Mao's drawing board is the same as Xia Wei's