The murderer does not necessarily live in this building. Based on the clues that can be given so far, it would be too hasty to speculate that the murderer lives here, but Jun Zishu's intuition is to tell her that the murderer must be there.
401 Do men who live alone tend to be violent
The gentleman book wrote down this point in the book, but he did not think that a violent person would be the murderer in their case, because the murderer's method of cutting the meat was very calm. It can be seen that when he commits the crime, he should be very Reasonable, or rather enjoy watching.
Domestic violence generally occurs when the perpetrator’s sanity is chaotic, stimulated, or unconscious. When they are not stimulated, they will behave as a more sensible normal person, but murder. Obviously it is a big stimulus.
"We are not very clear about the other people, especially the ones on the sixth floor. Our family lives on the second floor and we don’t meet them often. They haven’t come to walk around with us, so we don’t know what they are. condition."
"I've seen one of the young people on the sixth floor. He always carries a lot of things and sends them by courier. He should be a seller."
Said the man sitting on the sofa.
"Thank you for cooperating with the investigation."
Jun Zishu silently crossed the man in 201 from the list of suspects.
This person is not very like a murderer. He is a very ordinary and ordinary middle-aged person, a little like gossip, a little enthusiastic, and he reacts normally when he sees them, and he has a wife who commits the crime. It is unlikely.
According to criminal profiling, the murderer should be living alone, some reticent, some morbidly gloomy, cautious and calm, and may have good academic qualifications and social experience.
Jun Zishu and Wang Duoduo continued and knocked on 202's door.
No one answered the door.
202 lives in an office worker, he shouldn't get off work at this time, and may have to wait for the evening to come back.
No one responded to 301, so I should have gone to work.
302 opened the door, it was a middle-aged woman in an apron, Tan Linlin's wife of math teacher.
"Is the police officer looking for our old Liu? He is at school now, he has classes."
"No, we just came to find out the situation casually, so that it is convenient to go in and ask you some questions?"
"Of course, please come in."
The woman wiped her hands on her apron, untied her apron and put it on a chair, and poured a glass of water for the two of them.
"Trouble."
"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask, I will definitely answer if I know."
"In mid-December, the school Liu and the others were in was off for three days due to a blizzard. During those three days, you and Teacher Liu went out, right?"
"Yes, he is regarded as a teacher who has two vacations a year, but he is usually very busy and has no time to accompany me home. My dad told me that my mom had been sick for several days, so he was on vacation for a few days. We both cleaned up and went back to the country to see my mother."
"It's a snowy day, isn't it a bad road?"
"Yes, it's hard to go, but it won't work if you don't. I have to go back and have a look."
"What are you doing at home on New Year's Eve?"
"New Year's Eve? Oh, we are just such a fashionable holiday. The day was still the same as usual. I sew and mended at home, and he changed his homework in the house."
The woman smiled and waved her hand.
"How is your relationship in this building?"
"It's okay, anyway, we have been pretty good these few times. We walked closer to the teacher on the opposite side. We still have the same profession as our old Liu. We are both teachers. If you have something to say, she is A young person is relatively young to me, and can make people happy. I really like this girl."
"What else?"
Jun Zishu asked and saw the woman thinking.
"Everything else... the kid in the young couple's house on the first floor is quite cute, and I am always amused when I'm fine."
"Where is your kid? Did you go to college?"
"Yes, in the field."
"That aunt on the first floor is also very energetic and cheerful. I am not impressed with the others. By the way, the girl who lives upstairs is the only one that lives upstairs, but she is fashionable. It’s a little bit revealing, people don’t even look at it. At first glance, she is not a serious girl of good people. Then there is a man who always holds a briefcase and has no expression. He heard that his wife has divorced him, and the child will not give him... ...What else is coming..."
"Oh, oh, and there is a guy who sells things in this building. He is very energetic when I see him, and he said hello to me. He is very polite."
I couldn't ask any more questions. After the gentleman thanked him, he walked upstairs again.
The two asked about them, they said a lot of similar words, and one thing in common was that they did not mention another guest who lived on the sixth floor.
401 no one, it should be at work.
Dong Hong lived in 402. When Dong Hong opened the door, he found that it was the same policeman's face yesterday, and he almost collapsed on the spot.
"Is there anything you can't ask you all at once? Why do you knock on my door two days in a row!"
"I'm really sorry to interrupt your rest, but please cooperate with our investigation."
"Come in, come in."
Dong Hong looked a little languid. She yawned, sat on the sofa, and drew a cigarette from the cigarette case.
"Excuse me, can I smoke again later?"
"Is it illegal to smoke?"
"Not breaking the law."
The gentleman smiled very mildly, but Dong Hong shivered again, so he could only put his hands down in a jealous manner.
"What do you want to ask again today? I really don't want to repeat it with you again. Chen Yang's death really has nothing to do with me."
"I didn't come here to ask you about this. Do you have any thoughts on your neighbor relationship?"
"what?"
"What kind of people do you think your neighbors are?"
"Why suddenly asked my neighbor, is Chen Yang's death related to the people in this building?"
"We are just investigating."
"Well... I almost have a bit of impression. On the first floor, there is a pair of poor dogs who are richer or poorer than me with children, an old woman, and on the second floor there is a cold sex, a woman with a long tongue, and a middle-aged bald man. "
"This adjective is a bit special."
"The woman who lives on the second floor, who wears professional attire every day, died in feign death. She had a stern face every day. People who didn’t know thought I owed her eight million. The woman opposite him stopped talking and saw me. The eyes are not the eyes, and the nose is not the nose. Whatever the old lady likes to wear, it's her ass."
"On the third floor, the two teach, I have a face to the door."
Dong Hong's evaluations are somewhat different from those of others.
"Can you talk about your right door?"
"Okay, when I move in, he still lives with his wife and children. I look down on this kind of beating women, and sometimes I can hear the sound from their house. Anyway, his wife is leaving. There is nothing to say. He goes to and from get off work on time every day. He has no nightlife. He has the same dead face every day. It’s cold. I think he can partner with the woman on the second floor."
"How do you know he doesn't have a nightlife?"
"I stayed at home for a period of time, and found that the time he went out and came back every day was exactly the same. Anyway, everyone hadn't seen anyone with him."
"Upstairs, a couple, that man is a little handsome."
"The other one, the painter, the eldest brother looks quite honest, and I asked him to help me to paint the wall at home. I heard the long tongued woman say that his wife seems to be dead. I don't remember how long he died. It's pitiful to blame alone."
"Upstairs, there is a little man who runs a Taobao shop. He sells all kinds of things in his shop. I bought slippers and women's clothing at his house. The quality is good."
"What about that person in 601?"
The gentleman asked if there was a murderer in this building, then his hunch would have been very strong.
"To be honest, I haven't seen it."
"never seen it?"
"Yes, I really haven't seen it once. I can't run up if I have nothing to do. There is nothing to shop around. It's normal to go downstairs, but I haven't really touched anyone there. I thought it was there. No one lives yet."
Jun Zi Shu became more and more curious about 601, his palms were even a little sweaty, with a sense of excitement.
This feeling reached its peak when talking to the head of 602.
No one answered the door on the fifth floor, so Junzishu went straight up, knocking on 602 first, but not 601.
The height of the head of household of 602 is really short among boys, not even one meter and seven.
With thin arms and thin legs, the whole person looks very thin. It may be due to the fact that I stay up more late. The dark circles are more obvious and the spirit does not look good, but the youthful vitality of the body is still there.
Junzishu didn't even ask anyone, but asked him straightforwardly about 601.
"The man who lives opposite me, I have met twice. I don’t know if he doesn’t go out much like me, or his schedule is different. Anyway, I don’t have enough time to see him. It feels quite mysterious. A man with temperament, he looks pretty and he is very kind to people, I kind of like him."
"Do you know what he does?"
"He seems to have mentioned to me once that he is a shop owner, but the shop he opened is definitely different from my Taobao shop."
"Do you know how late he usually goes home?"
"In fact, I don't know when he will go out, let alone when he will go home."
The young man shrugged and said that he didn't know.
"Does he not live here often?"
"Maybe, I don't know."
Jun Zi Shu rang the doorbell of 601, paying attention to the movement inside.
The door was suddenly opened without warning.