Hypothesis 1: A single person committed the crime. The poisoning and blunt force attack were committed by one person, and there was no accomplice.
Guess 2: A single person committed the crime, poisoning and blunt force assault were done by one person, but he had an accomplice to cover up for him.
Guess 3: Multiple people committed the crime, poisoning A, blunt force assault B, no accomplices to cover up
Guess 4: Multiple people committed the crime, poisoned A, hit B with a blunt blow, A and B provided each other with alibis
Guess 5: Multiple people committed the crime, poisoning a, blunt attack b, and c as cover (c could be multiple people)
Guess 1 analysis:
For the murderer to not only poison but also be an acquaintance, he must meet two conditions: be an acquaintance, have the opportunity to poison, and know in time whether the deceased has eaten poisoned food.
The waiter's bad cooking was an isolated incident. The deceased might not have eaten snacks in the afternoon, and even if she did, she couldn't have known when. The yellow-haired and crew-haired girl who left were less likely to be suspected. After checking Gao Ponytail's injuries, there were no signs of fraud. She couldn't have completed the murder plan alone.
After eliminating other people, the suspects are: the meatball head (the poison was in the steamed cake), the waitress (the food was poisoned? Did she send something else up later?)
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Jian Jing put down her pen and decided to go downstairs to see the waitress.
The right area on the ground floor is the living area of the boss’ family.
When Jian Jing walked in, the first thing she saw was the photos displayed on the cabinet: a little girl being held in the arms of a zombie actor, smiling brightly; photos of the boss's family and the crew; enlarged supernatural photos... It was obvious that the whole family was proud that the crew filmed here.
"This is a photo of me when I was a kid." The waitress still had some grudges against her, but in the face of a murder, she was no longer as unreasonable as she was last night. "Village Zombies was filmed in my house, and I even played a cameo role."
Jian Jing smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "You miss that experience, don't you?"
The waitress looked at her and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Have you really never seen this movie? It was very popular when it was broadcast. Many people came here specifically to stay. My dad said that the villagers made a lot of money by taking photos dressed as zombies."
"I rarely watch horror movies." Jian Jing coaxed her and casually walked to the living room window. From here, she could see part of the backyard. "You were in the house all afternoon?"
The waitress said unhappily, "What else? It's raining so hard?"
"Have you seen anyone?"
"Before two o'clock, the reporter came. About an hour later, the yellow-haired man came in from outside. It seems that there were no other people."
Jian Jing: "Which direction are they going?"
"They all walked through the lobby," the waitress said, reconstructing the scene. "I was sitting here at the time and could see them."
The sofa is facing the door, so you can see people coming in and out of the hall, but correspondingly, the view outside the window is very narrow, with large blind spots.
"Have you ever walked away?"
"I went to the bathroom at one or two o'clock, I don't remember the exact time. I haven't been there since."
Jian Jing was a little surprised at her cooperation. She smiled friendly and prepared to leave.
But the waitress hesitated and stopped her: "Well, did your boyfriend tell me... who did it? I saw on the news that the police have a murderer who has fled to the mountains. Is there any wanted criminal nearby?"
She tried her best to ask casually, but her pale face and twisting fingers revealed her fear.
Jian Jing pondered for a moment, then stopped and asked considerately: "Don't you think it's a zombie?"
"There are no zombies in the world." The waitress muttered, seeming to look down on her superstition. But she really didn't want to stay alone in the room, so she suppressed her emotions and explained, "This is definitely not done by a zombie. Zombies only suck blood, not like this."
Jian Jing deliberately asked, "Didn't you say this morning that the chicken was killed by a zombie?"
"I, I was just guessing." The waitress said stubbornly, "You were the one who brought it up first. I thought it was a weasel." She was a little impatient and asked, "Is there a murderer here? My dad went to town to visit my aunt, and I want to be alone tonight..."
She shuddered and didn't say anything else.
"Let me go with you to lock the door." Jian Jing said, "This way you can feel more at ease."
The waitress agreed immediately: "Okay."
Jian Jing thought to herself that she could tell whether a person was truly scared or just pretending to be scared. The waitress did not spread the idea of zombies killing people, and she was afraid of living alone in the room. She did not seem like a murderer with sudden malicious intent.
The subsequent chat confirmed her point of view.
The waitress had a bad temper but was not very cunning, and Jian Jing quickly tricked her into knowing the situation at home.
The business performance of the hotel is indeed not good, but the family's conditions are not bad. They have a house and a shop in the town. It's just that this hotel has been open for more than ten years. It is the hard work of his parents, so they are reluctant to close it and keep it open.
She is obsessed with zombie movies and likes to cosplay, but she is not so fanatical as to believe in them. As for the old zombie photo, she reluctantly admitted that it might be a photo of villagers performing a shaman dance.
Jian Jing smiled continuously as she listened.
The girl didn't know that her behavior actually helped a lot and greatly reduced her suspicion.
Naturally, she didn't say anything, and slowly diverted the topic elsewhere.
"Did the deceased look okay during lunch today?" Jian Jing asked.
Speaking of him, the waitress complained: "He is so picky. This one tastes bad, that one is not good, and the cups are not clean. It's endless. For a place like this, he still wants five-star treatment? I will not charge him for a five-star room."
"Doesn't sound like you have a good appetite?" she asked deliberately.
"Who said that? He's fine. He kept asking me if he could kill a chicken for him because he complained about the food. A chicken is so expensive. 20 yuan is enough? I told you, I don't know how to kill a chicken." The waitress said angrily.
Jane was quiet and thoughtful.
Based on this statement, it is almost certain that there is something wrong with the brown sugar steamed cake that Wanzitou sent. After all, you can't control who eats biscuits and chocolates, and when they are eaten, only steamed cakes, which Wanzitou personally sent to him, are the easiest to confirm whether they are eaten or not.
So, was she the one who hit the victim on the head? Did she have any accomplices
My thoughts immediately returned to the situation, and many possibilities were involved.
Jian Jing frowned and stopped her subsequent speculation in time - the situation was already complicated enough, and it would be too greedy to want to sort out the cause and effect in one go, which would easily confuse her thoughts.
Now that we have found the virus, we should understand this step.
Among the common poisons, those that can cause gastrointestinal symptoms are mostly strong animal and plant poisons, heavy metal poisons, and corrosive poisons, such as pufferfish, aconite, Veratrum, arsenic, and potassium hydroxide.
"I remember you said you saw the tenant from Room 202 coming to heat something up, right?"
The waitress nodded.
Jian Jing asked: "Do you remember what it looked like? Whole or cut?"
"The steamed cakes are cut and smell delicious." The waitress' tone revealed a hint of jealousy, "She even asked me if I wanted to eat some, but I said no!"
Even though Jian Jing was full of things on her mind, she was amused by her tone.
She patted the girl's shoulder and said, "The doors are all locked. You keep the key to the front door, and I'll keep the keys to the kitchen and back door for now. Don't worry, there won't be any wanted criminals coming in to kill people."
"Don't think I'm trying to scare you. This has happened a lot in the past." The waitress muttered, more or less relaxing, "Would you like to have dinner? I can make more."
Jian Jing declined: "No, no, I'm not hungry yet."
"Forget it, I'll just have a bowl of noodles myself." She opened the bag of flour and suddenly muttered depressedly, "This is all the flour left? What a bad luck! I don't want to go to the warehouse to get it."
She took out a bunch of noodles from the refrigerator and threw them into the pot unhappily.
—Noodles have no soul.
At this time, Jian Jing had already left the kitchen.
She went to the warehouse to examine the body and drew a tube of blood.
Ji Feng was very interested: "What is this for?"
"Do you know the difference between a police officer and a writer?" She carefully injected the blood from the syringe into the bottle. "A police officer must find out the whole story before arresting the criminal. It's different for writers. Don't worry about the ending. The editor is urging you to submit your manuscript. Submit one chapter first."
He nodded repeatedly: "I see."
"Okay, let's try our luck." She said, "Please help me call Gan Min out."
Ji Feng replied in a tone that could be described as pleasant: "No problem."
Five minutes later, the guy with a ball head and a nervous look on his face walked into the warehouse and asked timidly, "You, you're looking for me?"
"Yes." The light in the warehouse was dim, and the old light bulbs emitted a dim halo. Jian Jing stood under the light, surrounded by a layer of soft light, appearing more gentle and moving than usual, "I have something to ask you."
The girl with the bun was very nervous, but her eyes couldn't help but follow her, and she felt a sense of closeness in her heart for no reason.
"I know you did something stupid." Jian Jing said softly, "Why are you so stupid?"
The girl with the ball-head blinked. It was really strange, this made her feel frightened, but she also felt that Jian Jing didn't want to hurt her, on the contrary, she was worried about her and wanted to help her.
"I..." She argued weakly, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Blood, urine, bile, and gastrointestinal contents can all be used to test for poisons." Jian Jing said slowly, "We'll know if there's any poison in the food you gave him."
The girl with the ball head avoided her gaze: "I'm not poisoned."
"It would have been better if it wasn't you." She sighed, as if she wanted to say something but stopped. "In fact, the amount of poison was not much. It was not a fatal toxin. He would have been fine after inducing vomiting. His death was not caused by the toxin."
The bun-head let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.
But the next moment, Jian Jing's expression suddenly became serious: "The fatal injury was a blunt blow to his head, but the deceased was tall and big. It would be difficult for an ordinary person - for example, a woman - to kill him under normal circumstances. Therefore, we have reason to suspect that the poison only made him lose his resistance."
"Hiss." The ball-headed man gasped, his face pale and shaky, "No, it's not me."
If someone plays the good guy, someone else has to play the bad guy.
Ji Feng's face darkened as he said coldly, "You were the only one who delivered something to the deceased, and someone also saw you leave at around two o'clock."
The first half of the sentence is true, but the second half is of course false. It is still unknown who the man with a broken bone saw.
However, it's enough to scare them.
The ball-head denied it outright: "It wasn't me. I didn't go to the building. Xiao Wen can testify for me."
"That's what she said." Jian Jing shook her head and said regretfully, "She also said that you couldn't have poisoned her, but you did it, didn't you? One of her testimonies is false, so the rest cannot be trusted."
"I didn't." The ball-head defended, "I, I didn't take drugs either."
She revealed a trace of the criminal's cunning and said loudly: "Even if toxins are detected in his blood, you can't say it was me, right? Xiao Wen also ate steamed cakes, and nothing happened to him."
"Your steamed cake is not a whole portion, it's not difficult to mix in a piece of poison." Jian Jing said, "Besides, since I said it was you, I naturally have evidence."
The girl with a bun pursed her lips.
"The aconite you used, after grinding it into powder and mixing it with flour, can make a poisonous steamed cake. Adding a lot of brown sugar can cover up the smell of the aconite very well." Jian Jing boldly guessed, "Aconite can cause dry mouth and burning sensation, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea in the victim. In the trash can in the deceased's room, there is some of his vomitus. Is there any digested steamed cake residue in it?"
She said, "Do you think you can detect the content of Aconitum in it?"
The air was dead silent.
Jian Jing knew she had guessed right. Saying that Wutou was pure gambling was because Wanzitou's luggage contained various herbal teas by weight, which were sold in many herbal medicine stores. Compared with snake venom, pufferfish poison and other animal venom, Chinese herbal medicine was the easiest to buy.
Among the common poisonous plants, Aconitum can cause dry mouth and tongue, so you should drink plenty of water.
She took a half step forward and said sincerely, "Xiao Min, if you don't tell the truth, how can we help you? Think about Xiao Wen. She will also be sentenced for perjury for helping you."
I don’t know if it’s because the aura of the Charm Card is strong enough, or if my feelings for my best friend prevailed.
Finally, the ball-head let go: "I did poison him, but I was not the one who killed him."