what's in the depths

"Strictly speaking, the component of the dead man's nails is polyester, which belongs to a relatively inferior type of synthetic fiber, and is not the same as the fiber used in hanging wire."

Zhu Yuhan said "Huh?", not quite understanding.

"Let's put it this way, it is certain that the fibers in the dead man's nails are not the same as those in Diaowia, so the fibers in her nails may be the murderer's clothing. She struggled violently before she died, so Go to the site and see if you can find any special ingredients."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yuhan pulled out the investigation box from the trunk and walked towards the crime scene.

After taking two steps, he stopped suddenly.

He looked back at Tong Si, and Tong Si looked back at him, and they just looked at each other awkwardly.

Tong Si instantly felt goosebumps all over his body, he hurriedly protected his chest with both hands, and took a step back to hide behind Zhou Xiaoran:

"Zhu team, I don't accept unspoken rules, give up."

Zhu Yuhan hooked his fingers at him, and Tong Si glanced at Zhou Xiaoran, as if telling her with his eyes, "If the Zhu team mistreats me, you should call the police immediately", and then, like a boat tracker pulling a boat, at a speed of one centimeter per hour Move over to Zhu Yuhan.

"Aren't you going to pretend to be a male ghost with braids tonight and continue to seduce that female ghost with braids? Why did you follow me?"

"I'm not going." Tong Si shuddered when he heard that.

"You still don't go on such a beautiful mission? If it's a stunning female ghost, wouldn't you miss out on a great opportunity to spend a good night with her?"

Tong Si rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, shaking his head like convulsions:

"Impossible, impossible. I heard from the Criminal Police Department this afternoon that as of today, a total of six people have seen the female ghost. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the last person who saw the female ghost died in the hospital. ..."

"Huh? How did you die?"

Tong Si scratched his nose and thought for a long time, as if he didn't believe it:

"They said they were scared to death."

"All six dead?"

Tong Si nodded: "Four are dead, and two are crazy."

"This is too unreliable. How can a good-looking person be scared to death and crazy? What's more, there are no ghosts in this world. Go and check to see if someone deliberately spread rumors."

Tong Si licked his dry lips, looking very determined:

"No, those witnesses said that the female ghost was wearing clothes from the [-]s. The front and back were the same, no matter the face or legs. Some witnesses had heard about this before, and thought that someone was deliberately scaring people. So when he met the braided female ghost, he took a special look at the feet, and found that the female ghost's trouser legs were empty and had no feet at all."

Hearing Tong Si's remarks, everyone present felt their scalps were numb, and their hairs stood on end. It was obviously not cold yet, but the cold air burst into their pores.

Zhu Yuhan waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk about it, let's do what we need to do."

The three of them stepped into the pitch-black concert hall, and the ground was in a mess, all the rubbish left by the fans.

After the incident, the hall was sealed off, and even a cleaner was unwilling to come.

"Xiao Ya's lounge is on the third floor. The hall on the first floor is about 18 meters high. Her lounge is at least 20 meters above the ground. It's unlikely that the murderer climbed in through the window." Zhu Yuhan turned on the flashlight and shone at the empty hall. .

"And judging from the surveillance video at that time, except for Xiao Ya and her assistant Yang Zhi, no one entered Xiao Ya's lounge after ten o'clock."

Zhou Xiaoran looked up at the cameras in the corner, and felt that the monitoring facilities in this venue were not bad, with clear and unobstructed cameras, large and small, all over the hall.

"Do you think Xiao Ya committed suicide at all?" Zhu Yuhan suddenly said, interrupting the thoughts of the other two.

"How to say."

"The entertainment industry is a big dyeing vat. No matter who jumps in, it will be covered with dirt. There are very few people who can get out of the body. Do you remember the case of a Korean artist named Zhang Ziyan who committed suicide at home a few years ago? She left A diary, which records in detail that after entering the entertainment industry, there were hundreds of directors, producers and even officials in the first place."

Tong Si nodded, and thoughtfully said: "Actually, Tang Leguang, a girl from St. Vital School of Arts last year, jumped off the building after being tortured by humiliation."

"Otherwise, unless it's a ghost, it has the ability to escape the monitoring eyes and kill people without anyone noticing."

"Then what about her fierce struggle before death?" Zhou Xiaoran leaned closer: "It doesn't make sense, if she really wants to die, why is she struggling?"

"There are two reasons, either she regretted it before she died, or she made a deliberate struggle to attract the attention of the police to avenge her seemingly brilliant but rotten stardom."

"I still think this reason is a bit far-fetched." Zhou Xiaoran shook his head, sighed irritably, took the bright flashlight, and went straight to the elevator.

"What do you think?" Zhu Yuhan turned to Tong Si again.

"Stand and watch."

"Don't be so hippie."

"Oh, Team Zhu, why are you so serious, relax, in my opinion, suicide is more likely."

With that said, Tong Si went to the window and pointed to the outer wall: "The room is more than 20 meters high, and there is nothing on the outer wall. The climbing tools must be arranged in advance from the window sill inside the house, and the surveillance video did not show any other suspicious persons. , it wasn’t the assistant who killed him, of course it was suicide.”

The two walked to the window sill where Xiao Ya hanged herself, looked at the window coffin about three meters high, gestured a little, and shook their heads.

"Tong Si, step on the window sill and see if you can hang yourself up."

"If I accidentally hanged myself, would it count as work-related death?"

"I'll follow you below, it's all right."

Tong Si read a few more words, took out a roll of cotton rope from the toolbox, stepped on the window sill, swung the cotton rope to the curtain rail, and then pulled it down to tie a professional knot.

He put his head in the loop, tried it, and leaned over and cried:

"No problem, the height is fine."

After shouting, I feel wrong again.

"If the height is acceptable, then no one can be hanged to death." Tong Si put his head in and made a gesture of squatting down.

"It can't be that he lifted his legs up and hanged himself, it would be too dishonorable to die."

Zhu Yuhan looked at the "hanging rope", frowned, carefully recalling Xiao Ya's height.

The window sill is about 1.5 meters from the crossbar, and Xiao Ya herself is 1.6 meters [-], but that day she wore a pair of [-] cm high heels, so no matter how you think about it, she is not tall enough to hang her.

Whether it was homicide or suicide, how did she hang herself?

Tong Si untied the rope, jumped off the window sill, tied the rope and threw it into the toolbox, clapped his hands, and just when he straightened up, he heard a scream from the corridor outside.

The two looked at each other and rushed out together.

Disorderly footsteps sounded, accompanied by severe panting, the dark corridor seemed to be in chaos.

Tong Si turned on the flashlight to shine a light on it, and saw a figure nimbly passing through the end of the corridor and disappearing in an instant.

At the end of the corridor, there was still a person lying quietly.

The two hurried over and saw that it was Zhou Xiaoran lying on the ground.

Zhu Yuhan snatched the flashlight from Tong Si and shouted anxiously:

"You take Xiaoran to rest first, and I'll go after him."

As he spoke, he raised his flashlight and chased after the unknown object in the direction where it disappeared.

Tong Si picked up Zhou Xiaoran, muttering "Why is she so heavy" while trotting forward with his back bent.

After finally carrying the girl into the lounge, she threw it on the sofa like throwing garbage, and then took out the walkie-talkie to contact them.

"Call Team Zhu, how is the situation on your side?"

"I lost my follower." Zhu Yuhan cursed angrily, panting heavily, "What the hell is running so fast."

Even Tong Si, who has always been calm and peaceful, felt an inexplicable sense of boredom. He put away the walkie-talkie, walked to the sofa, looked at the unconscious Zhou Xiaoran, stretched out his hand to untie the rubber band at the back of her head, and loosened her hair. Get down, pad her feet with the toolbox, and open the window for air.

After more than ten minutes, their "weak monster" Zhu team came back from the outside, and as soon as he entered the door, he began to pant like a cow.

"How is Xiao Ran?" Zhu Yuhan wiped the sweat off his chin and walked to the sofa.

Tong Si looked at their family's pale and panting Zhu Dui, and said "tsk tsk" twice: "I think she should be better than your current situation."

Zhu Yuhan sat down beside the sofa, unbuttoned his uniform jacket, and looked at Zhou Xiaoran: "Did she be fainted by that person just now?"

"I guess it should be, Team Zhu, have you seen the man's appearance clearly?"

Zhu Yuhan shook his head: "It was a bit late when I chased him. He ran so fast that I didn't see what he looked like, and he didn't even see whether he was a man or a woman."

As soon as the words fell, I heard two beeps from the sofa.

The two hurriedly looked over, and saw Zhou Xiaoran's face was ashen, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were trembling as he said something.

Tong Si moved closer to Zhou Xiaoran's mouth, put his ear to it, and listened carefully.

"Tong Si...Tong Si...save me..."

Zhu Yuhan pointed at Zhou Xiaoran with his chin: "What is she talking about?"

"She said... let me save her."

Zhu Yuhan sat up straight, poked his head over, wiped the fine sweat off Zhou Xiaoran's head with his hand, and said softly, "Girl, wake up."

Then, there was another scream that pierced the eardrums, and Zhou Xiaoran sat up suddenly, her eyes were as big as a copper bell, the veins on her forehead bulged, she opened her mouth wide, tears slid down her cheeks.

"Tong Si! Save me! Save me! There is a ghost! Tong Si!"

After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes and lay down again.

Tong Si was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged Zhou Xiaoran, stroked her hair and comforted her:

"I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhu Yuhan got up, anxiously took out her mobile phone: "She has already shown symptoms of delirium, call 120 first."

They didn't know what Zhou Xiaoran saw just now, which made a policeman with six years of experience frightened into incoherent speech and even temporarily lost his mind.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoran like this, Zhu Yuhan only felt distressed and sad.

He had no way of exploring the truth behind it, and was even glad that he hadn't caught up with that person just now, otherwise he would have been terrified like Zhou Xiaoran.

At this time, I will miss Fu Huaiyu even more, the person who will always tell him what to do and how to calm down when he is at a loss.