Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

He Wei pushed open the door of the autopsy room, Cheng Nuo turned around, holding a golden bullet between his index finger and thumb.

He Wei squinted and judged: "357 Magnum."

Cheng Nuo nodded: "It seems that the murder weapon is indeed related to the revolver that Zheng Xinyun brought back from the hotel."

"I see." He Wei turned to look at Zheng Ting on the dissection table and asked, "Have you found out the specific cause of death?"

"Based on the trajectory of the bullet and the damage to the skull and brain tissue, the bullet penetrated the forehead and entered the cranial cavity, damaging brain tissue and damaging key structures such as the cerebral cortex, basal ganglia, and brain stem. The damage to the brain stem directly led to the irreversible cessation of its physiological functions, including breathing and heartbeat."

He Wei understood: "One shot to kill."

"That's right. However, there is one thing I don't understand, and I need your explanation."

"what?"

Recalling the layout of the bedroom at the crime scene, according to He Wei's speculation, the murderer was standing opposite the footstool at the foot of the bed when he committed the crime.

Zheng Ting's magnificent bedroom is large because it consists of a master bedroom and a small living room, not because the bedroom itself is large. With all kinds of intricately crafted furniture, crafts, and large ornaments, the empty aisle around it is only large enough for two people to walk side by side.

First of all, Zheng Ting’s bed model is 203CM*193CM, plus a customized stool with a width of 70CM at the end of the bed and an aisle that can accommodate two people walking side by side, with an estimated width of 1~1.2CM.

Then even if the murderer was sitting on a low cabinet opposite the bed with a gun in hand, wiping out his arm and the gun, and the distance from the victim's head to the head of the bed, the shooting distance would be less than 3 meters.

"The revolver is quite powerful. Why didn't the bullet penetrate the skull when it was shot at close range?"

"Because the revolver used by the murderer is not a real gun. It is a modified prop pistol used in magic performances. Naturally, its power is not as strong as a real revolver."

"Modified..." Cheng Nuo said solemnly, "So the murderer is an expert."

"There is one more thing we need to figure out." He Wei looked down at the blood-stained golden bullet on the stainless steel plate and murmured, "Since this is a prop pistol used exclusively for performances, then where did this 357 Magnum come from?"

After leaving the autopsy room, He Wei went straight to the Internet Police Brigade.

Pushing open the door, Fei Chen sat next to his colleague who was fiddling with the computer, anxiously waiting for the results.

He Wei whitewashed his finger and called Fei Chen to the corridor.

"How about it?"

"We're still looking into it. They said I don't quite understand those technical terms. In short, it's quite difficult to crack it, but it's not completely hopeless. It just takes time."

He Wei nodded and looked at his watch.

"I'll leave this to you. I have ten minutes left. I need to go to the interrogation room to clarify the matter of the revolver."

After coming out of the Internet Police Brigade, He Wei's cell phone rang.

In the receiver, Chen Zeyang said that the magician who performed at the Hilton Hotel yesterday had arrived and was now in the first interrogation room.

"Two minutes."

After He Wei finished speaking, Chen Zeyang, who should have hung up the phone quickly, hesitated. A familiar voice behind him said excitedly: "Let me go in and take a look! Just one look!"

"what happened?"

Before Chen Zeyang could answer, the phone next to his ear was suddenly snatched away. Shao Lingyun asked He Wei anxiously, "What happened to Ajie?"

Ajie?

He Wei didn't have time to waste on the phone with them.

Without saying hello, he turned off his phone and quickened his pace upstairs.

He arrived at the door of the interrogation room in a minute. Chen Zeyang, Shao Lingyun and Lu Haoran were all standing in the corridor waiting for him.

He Wei walked over with his back to the light, and faced the three people who immediately came to meet him, and asked Shao Lingyun: "Do you know Li Jie?"

"He was my high school classmate and college roommate!"

He Wei nodded and asked Chen Zeyang to go into the interrogation room to prepare. Lu Haoran returned to the office to help Han Yang, Shang Siwen and Huang Yuqing check the surveillance and organize the guest list for the birthday party at the Hilton Hotel.

They were the only ones left in the corridor.

He Wei looked down at Shao Lingyun, who was getting angry, and said, "This has nothing to do with you. Go back to Team 2 and do what you need to do."

Shao Lingyun's eyes widened: "How can this be possible?!"

The person sitting on the interrogation chair now is his best friend!

He knew Li Jie's character very well. How could someone who worked so hard and loved magic career allow magic props to be involved in a murder case?

Especially when the tree you planted with so much effort finally bears fruit!

He Wei frowned impatiently and asked, "What can you do if it doesn't work?"

"what?"

"Is the case in the hands of the second team? Are you in charge of the matter? You are a police officer, don't you know that if an acquaintance is involved in a case, the police officer himself needs to recuse himself? Is this your first day on the job?!"

……

boom!

The door to the interrogation room closed.

Unwilling to give up, Shao Lingyun turned and went to the observation room next door, but there was no one inside and the door was locked!

"Depend on!"

Shao Lingyun kicked the door angrily and turned away.

In the interrogation room.

Li Jie felt very uncomfortable sitting on the cold interrogation chair until he saw He Wei. He remembered that his good friend Chen Jiaqi had told him in front of the shooting club that this man was Shao Lingyun's boss.

"You, you are Lingyun's..."

He Wei raised his eyes, and his indifferent expression scared Li Jie so much that he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Tell me, from the time you accepted the job of performing magic at Zheng Xinyun's birthday party until the day you finished, where did you go and what did you do."

Li Jie nodded sensibly and told the story of what had happened recently.

Because he has loved magic performances since he was a child, Li Jie has always developed it as a hobby.

Not only is being a magician difficult, it is also not a "good job" in the eyes of the elders that can support a family for a lifetime.

Despite his parents' expectations, after graduating from university, Li Jie had to suppress his interest in magic and choose to apply for a civil service position.

If the college entrance examination is likened to a single-plank bridge, then what is the civil service examination which is infinitely more difficult than it? Li Jie doesn't understand.

Maybe he was not born to study, or maybe his mind was never on getting a stable job.

For two consecutive years, Li Jie's road test had not made any progress.

The parents also changed from being very supportive at the beginning to being indifferent.

Just as he was sitting alone in the room, looking at the dusty iron box of magic props under the bed and thinking about what he would do in the future, a strange phone call came into his cell phone.

The news that Shao Lingyun had returned from military service shocked him greatly.

He still remembered that when Shao Lingyun decided to join the army, he was buying materials for the civil service exam in a bookstore.

At almost the same time, he, Shao Lingyun, Chen Jiaqi and Wang Heng, one took the civil service exam, one joined the army, one took the postgraduate entrance exam, and one worked.

Now, two years later, one of them has been discharged from the army and is going back to school, one is preparing his graduation thesis, and one has negotiated a big deal. Only he is no different from himself two years ago.