The rain was heavy, soaking Jian Jing's trouser legs, but she was unaware of it and squatted on the ground with an umbrella to examine the body.
To be honest, it was no wonder that so many people wanted to vomit. This was the most disgusting scene she had ever seen.
The punk's head showed the most punk scene in history - his skull was sunken, his brain burst, red and white were intertwined, it was extremely tragic and caused strong discomfort.
His death time was 1-3 hours ago.
It is now 4:00 p.m., in other words, the time of death is between 13:00 and 15:00.
There were no scars on the corpse's limbs. There was a slight wound on the palm, but it was covered with a Band-Aid and did not look like it was caused by a fight.
The soles of his shoes were washed by rain, leaving almost no traces of where he had been, and it was impossible to tell where he had been. His clothes were completely soaked, and in his trouser pocket was the room key.
Jian Jing didn't look through these things for the time being. She picked up her camera and carefully took a lot of photos at the scene.
Under the heavy rain, clues disappeared quickly, and if you are not careful, the evidence may disappear without a trace.
After quickly taking photos, she marked the location of the body with tape, wrapped it up thoroughly, and prepared to move it indoors later.
Then, it’s time to survey the scene.
The scene was extremely bad. There wasn't much blood left on the cement floor, as it had long been washed away by the rain. Similarly, it was impossible to collect any relevant footprints.
Clean, no clues.
What concerned Jian Jing even more was that two things were missing from the scene.
One is obviously the murder weapon, which will be discussed later, and the other is an umbrella.
There were no umbrellas on site.
Very strange.
First of all, the first floor of this black-hearted hotel is structured as follows:
..storehouse...
..(Open air) ..x..
... small door..
..kitchen... ... ... ... open air area... ... ...
..house... ..
... ... ... ... ..stairs..wall... back door... .
..dining... ...counter... ..bathroom... .owner... ..
..Hall... ... Door... ..Room... Living area... ..
Entering through the door, there is a restaurant on the left and the boss's family's living area on the right. The restaurant leads to the kitchen, and behind the kitchen, a bungalow is built as a warehouse.
x is the place where the crime happened.
Note that the kitchen and warehouse are not connected, and the area in between is open air.
Whether you go around to the left from the front door or go directly through the atrium from the back door, you need to walk through the open-air area.
It was raining so heavily, why was there no umbrella next to the deceased
Also, this place is remote, why did the deceased come here? Did he take the initiative to invite others, or was he invited by others? Did he not bring an umbrella because two people shared an umbrella
There are many mysteries.
Also puzzling is the method of killing.
The punk was 1.80 meters tall and strong. He could hit her in the chest and make her lose the ability to resist instantly. The threshold was extremely high.
Take Jian Jing herself as an example, she has enough strength but not enough height. In order to knock out the opponent with a stick on flat ground, she has to run and jump.
Even so, there is no guarantee that the deceased will not resist.
A sneak attack is certainly a better choice.
However, Jian Jing looked around. This place was a certain distance away from the kitchen and the warehouse, and there was no debris blocking the view. If a sneak attack was launched, the speed would have to be very fast, so fast that the deceased would not be able to react.
Infinite strength, tall stature, and extremely fast speed... Wait, is that possible
Jian Jing carefully opened the umbrella, opened the snakeskin bag, and gently brushed the dead man's hair.
Sure enough, there were two strange feathers in the middle of the dense forehead.
Chicken feathers.
The case was solved, the murderer was a "zombie".
"The murderer must be a zombie!" Huangmao made this conclusion firmly before his butt even touched the chair in the restaurant.
Reporter Chai has the sharpness that every reporter has, and immediately asked: "Why do you say that?"
Huang Mao looked like he was about to vomit: "Didn't you see his head? Is this something a human can do?"
Wan Zi's face turned pale: "Brother Xu, don't be scared. Is it really a zombie? Why would a zombie kill him?"
Huangmao jumped up like a spring: "Don't you want to?"
Maru was stunned for a moment, her face horrified: "Could it be because... he, he ran into a zombie? Was he retaliated? Then we..." She shook her head repeatedly, her lips trembling, "This has nothing to do with us."
"Excuse me, what exactly is this 'running into zombies' that you guys are talking about?" Ji Feng interrupted, "Can you tell me in detail?"
Huangmao hesitated, "There's nothing much to say. It was just too dark at night and the car got hit. But when we stopped to look, there was nothing. The car was flattened and there were scratches on the tires. It was very weird."
Ji Feng asked in detail: "When did this happen?"
"The evening before yesterday." Huang Mao hesitated, "It's quite far from here, maybe... um..."
Ji Feng looked at him thoughtfully, then turned to ask Wan Zi: "Were you there at the time?"
Maruzi shook his head and explained, "The night before yesterday, we were camping in the mountains, but our beer was left at the hotel we stayed in before, so they said they would go to the town to buy some. Xiaowen and I were responsible for cooking, so we didn't go together."
"Who's driving the car?" He grabbed the heavy bag, "Jia Yue?"
Huangmao frowned uneasily.
Ji Feng asked: "Is it the 'zombie' that crashed into us at that time?"
"Uh, um." The yellow-haired man quietly moved his buttocks. "It passed by in a flash. I was sitting in the back seat and didn't see it clearly. In fact, it might not be a zombie, but a dog or something. I mean..."
He swallowed and said, "That claw is more like an animal, isn't it?"
Ji Feng smiled and comforted him: "It's just a casual question. Okay, let's get to the point. Tell us what you have done from ten o'clock this morning until now. Can anyone prove it?"
He first asked the waitress: "You go first."
The waitress replied, "You haven't checked out yet. I don't think there will be any guests today on this rainy day. After you all finish your work, I'll go to the kitchen to wash rice and cook. After plugging in the rice cooker, there's nothing else to do, so I'll go back to your room. At about 11:30, I'll go upstairs to ask if you want to eat."
Ji Feng remembers this.
The hotel service is not very good, but the price is OK. If you eat out, you will be charged 20 yuan more per person for each meal. But you can't order dishes. You can cook whatever you want. She cooks according to the number of people. In addition, you can order noodles, rice or dumplings separately, but he is gone.
The waitress had a good memory and calculated the numbers: "You (referring to Ji Feng) had scallion oil noodles, that woman (referring to Jian Jing) had egg fried rice, she (referring to Wan Zi) and her friend also had fried rice, he (referring to Huang Mao) said the three boys ate together, he (referring to the man with a broken bone) had dumplings, she (referring to reporter Chai) also ate together."
Ji Feng was writing everything down quickly in his notebook.
"After I ask you, you start cooking. At 12-20, ask them to come down for dinner and send your food up. I'll be busy until about 1-30 in the afternoon. After washing the dishes, I'll go back to my room to rest."
"Did you see the deceased while you were eating?"
"He came and got angry, complaining that the food I cooked wasn't tasty enough." The waitress was impressed and complained, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Did you beg him to eat it?"
Ji Feng asked others again: "Is there anything special about the deceased at that time?"
Reporter Chai shrugged: "Nothing, I'm in good spirits, the chopsticks dropped loudly."
Huang Mao said: "He took two bites, but felt it was not to his appetite, so he didn't move much."
"What about you? Didn't you say you were going to get your car repaired?" Ji Feng asked, "And where did your friend go?"
Huangmao quickly replied, "There was a problem with the engine and it wasn't fixed yet. We came back at 11:30 and planned to fix it after dinner. At about 12:40, we went back again. Oh, yes, at 2:20, we were very hungry and said we should move the things here first so that we wouldn't be in trouble overnight. Fei Xuan - that's our friend, said he would fix it for a while and might not be back yet."
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao, a man with a buzz cut came in bewilderedly, wet and covered in mud: "What are you all doing here? Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."
He then scolded the yellow-haired man, "Old Xu, what are you doing? Didn't I ask you to bring me some food? You're driving on an empty stomach. It's so uncomfortable."
The yellow-haired man licked his lips and said with difficulty: "Don't talk nonsense, Jia Yue is dead!"
The guy didn't react: "Ah?"
Wan Zi said, "It's true. We all saw it. Jia Yue is dead." She shuddered and added in fear, "He died miserably, it's true!"
The color on the shaved face suddenly faded: "No way? Are you kidding me?"
"No, there really was a murder here." Ji Feng said briefly, "Since you are here, please sit down and tell me your name and what you have been doing in the past few hours."
"Who are you?"
His two companions had to explain to him before he said, "My name is Fei Xuan. I have been repairing the car since lunch today. I only finished repairing the car ten minutes ago. I don't know anything about it."
Ji Feng asked: "How far is the place where the car broke down from here?"
Huang Mao said: "It takes about 15-20 minutes to walk. It's very difficult to walk. Driving is also very slow, maybe 10 minutes."
The editor confirmed his statement.
"I know." Ji Feng returned to the point and continued to ask Huang Mao, "Why didn't you go back after you broke up with him in your 20s?"
Huang Mao said awkwardly: "I had diarrhea, so I rushed to the toilet as soon as I got back. After I was done, I felt hungry, so I wanted to cook some instant noodles... I was still in my room, and just after I finished eating, I heard someone screaming downstairs."
“How long did each take?”
"Think about it, think about it." He flipped the phone, "Start pulling at 2:45, and it will be ready at 3:20. Start cooking the instant noodles at 3:30, and it will be finished in 35 minutes."
"During this period, you have been staying in your room?" Ji Feng asked in detail.
Huang Mao said: "No, I went to the kitchen to cook it."
"Did you see anyone?"
Huang Mao raised his head hesitantly and pointed at reporter Chai: "She seems to have been here before."
"How many hours?"
“It’s when I cook instant noodles.”
Ji Feng asked: "Reporter Chai, may I ask what you wanted to do at that time?"
Reporter Chai said helplessly: "I wanted to find him something to eat, but when I saw him eating instant noodles in the kitchen, I knew there was nothing to eat, so I had to go back."
Ji Feng was slightly surprised: "Are you hungry too?"
"I didn't eat much at noon." Reporter Chai glanced at the waitress and said honestly, "The food was not very good."
The waitress blushed and yelled, "What do you mean? You don't have to eat it if you don't like it."
However, Ji Feng showed an understanding expression - this explanation was very convincing.
The noodles he had at noon were hot but tasted bad. It was hard to say what was wrong with them. Maybe there were problems with the seasoning, the heat, or the kneading of the dough. Fortunately, Teacher Jian had a plentiful supply, so the two of them ate a hot pot to fill their stomachs.
"Well," he changed the subject, "Has he ever been out before?"
Reporter Chai pursed his lips and said, "He basically stayed in the room the whole time."
"Okay." Ji Feng quickly finished writing and looked at the most mysterious guest at the moment, "It's your turn. First, tell me your name and occupation, and the reason for being here."
The man with the broken bone was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely: "My name is Zhu Yong, I'm a teacher, and I came here to attend a relative's wedding."