On a rainy day, the temperature indoors is about 10 degrees Celsius. In this kind of weather, it is hard to imagine who would need to drink so much water in a few hours.
"When they checked out, the waiter came to clean the room." Jian Jing pointed at the water bottles in the room, "These are all mineral water from the hotel, newly opened, plus the two cans of Coke in the trash can, it's 1.5 liters."
Ji Feng said: "It is indeed very strange."
She said: "There was something... well, gross in the trash can. He must have vomited."
"Vomiting, lack of water." Ji Feng said, "I understand what you mean."
Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to subdue an adult male. But if he is vomiting and having diarrhea and is extremely weak, then the standards will be greatly relaxed.
Or in a more extreme case, if the person is already unconscious or dead, it would be even simpler.
If this is true, the field of suspects is greatly narrowed.
No one would eat food given by a stranger for no reason.
He looked around the room and found several suspicious foods: opened biscuits, chocolates (the opened wrappers were thrown on the TV cabinet), and mineral water.
"Tsk, it would be great if it could be sent for testing." Ji Feng couldn't tell what the problem was just by looking at it with his naked eyes.
Jian Jing glanced at him.
"Oh, you look like... you want to win back a game?" Ji Feng interpreted her expression, "I'm all ears."
The steps were well built, and she didn't keep us in suspense. She said slowly, "There's a scent of brown sugar steamed cakes. Do you smell it?"
"Brown sugar steamed cake?" Ji Feng raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"
Jian Jing affirmed: "At least it's brown sugar. I'm very familiar with this aroma. What do you think of?"
He said: "There is a plate of unfinished steamed cake in 202."
The two looked at each other, immediately went out, turned right, and knocked on the door next door.
The ball head opened the door suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"
"Let's talk inside." Ji Feng didn't allow any arguments and strode into the room. As expected, there were two unfinished brown sugar steamed cakes on the bedside table. Although they were cold, they could still faintly smell a little fragrance.
Jian Jing followed in as if nothing had happened, pretending to visit Gao Ponytail: "Is the cold compress still useful? Do you want a new one?"
Her high ponytail swept past the two of them, and she replied stiffly, "No, what's the matter?"
"Before, you said you went downstairs to heat up something. Was it this steamed cake?" Ji Feng looked at the girl with the ball head. The girl nodded a little flusteredly: "Yes, yes."
He slowed down his tone and said, "After you heated it up, what did you make? Did anyone eat it?"
The man with the ball-headed hair looked pale, and his lips moved: "Bring it up..."
She stammered, as if racking her brains to make up a lie. However, under Ji Feng's gaze, she really didn't have the courage to lie, so she told the truth: "Thinking that everyone might not have eaten enough, I asked Jia Yue if he wanted to eat, and he took a piece..."
Seeing her friend in such a state of disgrace, Gao Mawei interrupted angrily, "What do you mean? Do you suspect Xiaomin of poisoning you?"
Ji Feng glanced over and gave her a look that silenced her - this expression was so intimidating that Gao Mawei's heart tightened and she stopped talking in fear - he continued to ask: "Can you repeat the scene at that time?"
The man with the meatball head swallowed and nodded reluctantly.
She walked a few steps, raised her hand to knock on the door, and said unsmoothly, "I've heated up the steamed cakes. Do you want some?"
"He took one piece and went in." The man with the ball head pretended to hold the bag and explained, "Then he took the rest back to his room."
Gao Mawei said, "I ate a piece when Xiaomin brought it back. There's nothing wrong with it." She picked up the remaining cake on the bedside table and put it directly into her mouth and took a bite. "If you don't believe me, I'll eat it and show you."
"Okay." Jian Jing held her wrist to stop her from eating. "I'm just asking. Don't get excited."
"You are the ones who act like we're being interrogated." Gao Ponytail broke free from her and said angrily, "Instead of suspecting us, why not suspect the woman across the street? Neither Xiaomin nor I went out today, so it can't be us."
The room opposite 202 is 201, and the occupant is reporter Chai.
Ji Feng was very interested: "Why do you say that?"
Gao Mawei raised her chin and motioned them to look at the window beside the bed: "Around one o'clock, almost two o'clock, I saw that woman downstairs, walking past that way."
The rooms on the second floor face the area to the right of the restaurant on the first floor. The occupancy situation is as follows:
.storehouse...
.(First floor) ..
.kitchen...
...
2. High ponytail. Punk hair. ... ... .
Building... Ball head... ... ... ... Broken bone man..safe
... .2... ... ..4... ... ..6... ..Export
... ... ..corridor... ... ... ... .toilet..
... .1... ... .3... ... ..5... ... ...
... .Reporter Chai... Xu Huangmao... .Jian Jing... ... .
... ... ... ... .bald head... .monsoon... ... .
Therefore, Gao Ponytail, who lives in Room 202, can indeed see the scene behind the hotel through the window.
Ji Feng stood still and looked into the distance, and asked, "Are you sure it's reporter Chai?"
"Yes, I can see it very clearly." Gao Ponytail was very sure.
"What time was it?"
Gao Ponytail hesitated and said, "13:40."
"sure?"
She said: "It shouldn't be wrong. I was reading a novel on my phone at the time and my eyes were a little tired, so I looked outside and saw her. It was raining heavily and it was strange that she went out. I remember it very clearly."
Jian Jing interrupted: "Did you see when she came back?"
Gao Ponytail shook her head.
"Her room is right across from you. Did you hear any noise?" she asked.
Gao Mawei: "I was so focused on reading the novel that I didn't notice it at all."
Ball head: "I'm watching a movie."
Jian Jing looked thoughtful and looked at Ji Feng inquiringly.
He picked up the brown sugar steamed cake and asked casually, "What kind of person do you think the deceased was?"
The two girls looked at each other and chose their words carefully.
"Jia Yue is impatient and a little arrogant. He comes from a wealthy family." The man with the ball head replied.
Gao Mawei said: "He is not very likable, nor is he very annoying. We are not very familiar with him. We are just in a club."
Ji Feng nodded slightly and took the brown sugar steamed cake away very naturally.
After leaving 202, he asked, "What do you think?"
"They have a good relationship." Jian Jing pondered, "If one of them commits a crime, the other might cover it up for her. It's hard to say whether Gan Min has ever left this room."
Ji Feng felt the same way. Gao Ponytail concealed the matter of reporter Chai, and the girl with a bun concealed the matter of sending cakes. Both girls were not honest enough.
"Next one, she's more suspicious." He put his hands in his trouser pockets and knocked on the door of Room 201.
Reporter Chai answered the door and looked at them strangely: "Anything else?"
Ji Feng said: "You went out more than once this afternoon."
Reporter Chai was stunned, then he stepped aside to let them in. He then lit a cigarette and leaned against the window to take a puff: "Who said that?"
"Someone saw us." He said in a low voice, "Please tell us your whereabouts truthfully."
Reporter Chai blew out a smoke ring and said helplessly: "He just didn't want to cause trouble for himself. Who knew he would die there."
"Please describe the situation in detail."
"I was writing in my room this afternoon. Since I'm here, I'm going to write a report about zombies. You can look at my notebook." She turned on the laptop on the bed and showed them the draft in the document. "When writing about the environment, I wanted to add some pictures, so I went to take two photos. I came back after I was done."
Ji Feng asked: "Where are the photos?"
Reporter Chai clicked on the camera album and generously asked them to verify: "The shooting time is in the detailed information, you can check it yourself."
She didn't lie.
A total of five photos were taken between 13:43 and 13:47, the scene was near the kitchen, and the chicken coop got several shots. The crime scene was captured in the corner, and there was no one there.
The sixth photo is worth mentioning.
It was taken from her room, with the focus being the scorch marks under the tree from last night.
The time is 13:51.
"Yes, I took a picture when I got back." Reporter Chai glanced at the photo and said casually, "It's a pity that it was raining so hard that the picture is not very clear."
Jian Jing pondered: "Room 202 is on the outside. Have you seen anyone go downstairs today?"
Reporter Chai said, "The door is closed, who would watch this? But..." She frowned and thought, "When that yellow-haired guy came up, there was a lot of noise. You heard it, right?"
Jian Jing nodded.
In the afternoon, although she and Ji Feng had been in the room, they kept the door open out of some instinct. At around 2:35 p.m., Huang Mao came upstairs with a lot of noise.
At that time, he was taking pictures of Room 204 where the deceased was, and asked him if he had anything to eat.
"To be honest, he was a bit noisy." Reporter Chai shrugged and made an irresponsible guess. "Also, I noticed something strange - there was no umbrella near the body."
Jian Jing & Ji Feng: "Oh?"
Reporter Chai laughed, "What are you doing? If you don't have a little sensitivity, how can you be a reporter?" As he spoke, his finger quickly swept across the screen of his mobile phone, "Let me see, ah, yes, around 2:30 in the afternoon, the rain stopped for a while."
She clicked on a video. The camera was shaking slightly, and it was a video of the scenery outside. There was also a voice-over: "The rain has finally stopped. The scenery in the mountains is so beautiful."
In the video, you can clearly see that the rain has stopped, the view has become clear, and the dense forests appear emerald green, which is very beautiful.
The recording time is 14:31.
Reporter Chai said: "The dead guy didn't bring an umbrella. Maybe he went out during this time. Who could have asked him to go to such a secluded place? It couldn't be a stranger like me, right?"
Neither Jian Jing nor Ji Feng responded, the hint was too obvious.
But they had to admit that her guess made sense.
"Do not bother you."
They were going to disturb Huangmao.
Xu Huangmao and Fei Bancun both live in 203, right next to 205 where Jian Jing and her family live.
When the two boys saw them, they were surprised but also nervous.
Ji Feng had to say a few insignificant words to calm their emotions.
Then, he asked Xu Huangmao: "You made quite a noise when you came back this afternoon. What did you do? Can you repeat it carefully to us?"
Xu Huangmao had a bitter face, but he didn't dare to refuse: "You said that when you are hungry, the first thing you do when you come back is to find something to eat. The luggage is in Jia Yue's room. He lives alone and it is very spacious, so I knocked on his door and asked him to bring something for you."
Ji Feng immediately asked: "Did he answer you?"
"No - I didn't wait," he said incoherently. "My stomach hurt so much that I asked him to bring me food, and then I rushed to the toilet."
Jian Jing silently agreed with his statement. This guy was making too much noise, banging on the door and shouting loudly, and what she heard was consistent with what he said.
The only difference is that after he ran past 205, it is unknown whether he went into the toilet or took the emergency exit and went out from the other end to kill people.
Monsoon was concerned about something else: "Did you get it?"
Huang Mao said: "After I finished pooping, the instant noodles were on my bed."
"The door is unlocked?"
"I went into the room to get some paper, and when I came out I left the door unlocked."
"So you didn't actually see the deceased, did you?"
Huang Mao nodded hesitantly: "If it's not him, then who else could it be?"
Good question, but Ji Feng did not answer. Instead, he asked the crew cut: "You were outside most of the time today. Is there anyone who can testify for you?"
"No, it's raining so hard, there's no one here." The man with a crew cut couldn't help feeling depressed and worried.
This was also expected. Ji Feng smiled and asked the real question: "Then, let's talk to you about Zhou Chang."