Evil and punishment [criminal investigation]

In a hurry, Nie Cheng took Qian Tong, the hotel owner, up to the second floor.

Room 204 is a single room with a big bed. The layout is the same as the room 201 he lived in, but the room is smaller and has only one bed.If you are a couple with children, you can pay an extra 30 yuan to add a small single bed to accommodate three people.

Nie Cheng turned on the recording function of his mobile phone, took a rough picture of the scene and the state of the deceased, and asked Qian Tong to take the video.

"What are you shooting?" Qian Tong asked blankly.

"Just follow me." Nie Cheng said.

He put on a pair of gloves that he left here just now, and carefully inspected the body, but found no other trauma, and concluded that he died of mechanical asphyxiation.

Now he has time to carefully observe the strangle mark, which was extremely thin, once embedded in the neck of the deceased, not only bruised, but even bleeding.Nie Cheng guessed that the murder weapon was not the usual hemp rope or tie, but something like steel wire.The clues revealed by this bruise are more than these. The traces are from bottom to top, indicating that the murderer's hands were higher than the neck of the deceased when he killed.

The murderer was either higher than the deceased, or struck while the deceased was sitting with his back to him. The only chair in the room did pull him out, but why did the murderer take so much effort to lift him onto the long table?

Judging from the half-closed door provided by Jiang Zhun, the murderer may have been eager to leave the scene, or he was not afraid that others would find the body. Could it be that the murderer deliberately made a fuss about the alibi?

"Is the layout of the single rooms on the second floor the same?" Nie Cheng asked.

Qian Tong, who was filming, was suddenly named, stunned for a moment and hurriedly said: "They are all the same, ah no, except for me and Xiaozhi. I live in 205, and he lives in the duty room behind the counter on the first floor. These two are Up and down the stairs, the small bedroom specially designed when building the house is smaller than the bedroom in the guest room, but the one on the first floor is narrower and longer than 206.”

Nie Cheng nodded. He was looking through the deceased's belongings. He found a mobile phone in his suit pants. He used Zhen Sizhe's fingerprint to unlock the screen and read his WeChat messages.

The WIFI in the hotel was affected together with the communication base station outside. Without the network, Nie Cheng could only check the cache in his mobile phone.

Zhen Sizhe has more than 900 WeChat friends on his mobile phone, and he has added many credit groups, but when he clicks on it, he finds that he has not posted anything in it for a long time, there is no top correspondent, and the conversation with his wife ranks in the twenties. His wife asked him when he would be back, and he replied "soon" the day before yesterday, but he didn't reply when he asked again.

He has followed many public accounts related to finance and economics, and the most interesting thing is that he also followed the Supreme Law; the content in Moments is varied, and he himself posted deposits, saying that he made money.It is worth noting that there are more than 100 accounts in his blacklist, and Nie Cheng clicked on a few, but found no commonality.

There was no information in the text messages, they were all sales promotions; there were not many call records, and Nie Cheng suspected that he or the murderer had deleted them on purpose, but there were a lot of missed calls. He probably looked through them, and there were hundreds of them.

On the bed, he saw Zhen Sizhe's briefcase, which contained many passbooks, bank cards and property books of five houses. He was the owner of the houses and passbooks, and they were all located in his hometown.

Then he checked the entire room, including the trash can, corner of the closet, and under the bed, but found nothing resembling a murder weapon.

He took Qian Tong out of Room 204, stood in the dimly lit corridor, and asked Qian Tong to introduce the situation of each room.Now there is no conclusive evidence, and there is no search warrant, so he can't break into other rooms to search for evidence.

There are seven rooms on the second floor. Room 201 is the room of Nie Cheng and Jiang Zhun; Room 202 is opposite Room 201, which is also a double room, where Hu Wen and Feng Yongqing live; Room 203 is next to Room 201, where fellow villager Xu Jianjun lives; The room where the crime occurred is opposite to room 204; next to room 203 is a staircase connected to the first floor; considering that most passengers would not want to live on the opposite side of the passage, the boss designed this place as a grocery room when building the house; next to the grocery room is Room 204 is the room of the hotel owner Qian Tong, and room 205 opposite is lived by Pan Hongyue, a woman wearing a shawl.

"Is the grocery room usually locked?"

"Unlock it." Boss Qian dutifully filmed the video, indicating that he could open the door to watch.

Push open the door and turn on the light, and you can see the end of the grocery room at a glance.This room is much narrower than ordinary rooms. It is a regular rectangle. There are folding single beds on both sides, which are prepared for extra beds in the single room. There are also two sets of spare tables and chairs on the two iron shelves closest to the door. There are towels, instant noodles, etc. sold at the front desk.

With the consent of the boss, Nie Cheng borrowed two flashlights and looked through the grocery store carefully, but found no clues.

"Go and have a look outside," he told the boss.

Nie Cheng first took him to his room to get the down jacket, and then followed the boss to his room to wait for him to get the coat, always acting together.

The two went down to the first floor, and the hall was almost eerily quiet.Wang Xiaozhi moved chairs from the dining room, and everyone had a seat. Although they were sleepy and tired, they all knew that a homicide was not a trivial matter, and Jiang Zhun, who had a hard-to-talk face, was sitting in charge, so they didn't complain out of self-indulgence.

When Nie Cheng passed by, he glanced at Jiang Zhun who was thinking about something with his chin propped up, and instead of going to say hello, he led the boss out of the hotel.

The snow hasn't stopped outside, and the wind has calmed down a bit, so it won't be pouring snow all over his neck.

Nie Cheng asked Boss Qian to go ahead on the grounds that he was familiar with the terrain, and the two walked around the hotel looking for clues, each with a flashlight.

The focus is on the window of Room 204. The window is locked from the inside, but the murderer may have thrown the murder weapon outside. At this time, the snow is heavy, and there is indeed a possibility of covering it up, and the murder weapon found outside cannot lock the suspect.

The two walked around the hotel twice, but found no new clues.Boss Qian kept muttering that he was too cold, but he didn't do anything extra.

The two shook off the snow from their bodies, wiped the soles of their shoes on the mats, and returned to the hall.

Taking the pen and paper from the front desk, Nie Cheng stood opposite everyone, didn't mention what happened just now, but took two stools and called Hu Wen to the restaurant next door.Her husband Feng Yongqing wanted to follow, but Nie Cheng politely stopped him.

Hu Wen held a paper cup filled with hot water, hunched her shoulders, and looked nervously at Nie Cheng.

Nie Cheng didn't take the lead at the table this time, but chose the side facing the door, "Just ask some simple questions, don't be nervous, you know what to answer truthfully."

Hu Wen sat opposite him with her back to the door, nodded cautiously, and suddenly found that Officer Nie had very beautiful eyelashes and warm eyes, and felt a little relieved.

Nie Cheng opened his notebook, wrote down Hu Wen's name, and asked straight to the point: "Tell me about your situation, why you live here today, what you did at night, how did you find out about the situation in Room 204, and what time is it?" bell."

"My husband and I are in the auto parts business, and we are in the store all year round. Recently, it's just a new year, so we just went back to our hometown for half a month. Today, we went back to the city on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. We didn't expect to encounter a snowstorm. We checked in at 05:30 Left and right, in fact, I didn’t do anything today, but I was very nervous when driving in the snow. My husband and I didn’t want to move anymore. We thought we’d be home tomorrow, so we didn’t bother to wash up, so we just lay on the bed and played with our mobile phone. Oh yes, he ate I ordered the buns I brought from my hometown. I didn’t eat the hard and cold ones. Then I lay down and fell asleep. Halfway through my sleep, I woke up hungry and wanted to go downstairs to buy some biscuits. I saw that scene when I passed by the next room. "Hu Wen's fingers holding the cup tightened a little.

"What time did you wake up?"

"At 10:32, I fell asleep clutching my phone. After waking up, I looked at the time and calculated that I had slept for almost three hours. The impression was very deep, and I must be right."

"Where's your husband?"

"Him? He was asleep too, and he was snoring when I woke up."

"Tell me how you found out."

"I saw it when I was passing by. 204 is next door to me. If I want to go downstairs, I have to pass through this room. The light in the corridor is dark, but the light in the room is on again, revealing a slit of light. I was a little curious, and subconsciously took a look. I saw , I saw that police officer Jiang, with both hands strangling the dead man's neck." Hu Wen choked up.

"Pinch with both hands?"

"Yes, uh, yes, it seems."

"When I arrived, the door of 204 was not only a crack, but half-closed, did you open it?"

"It wasn't me, er, probably not. I was very scared at the time, maybe I accidentally kicked it away when I was sitting on the ground and backing away." Hu Wen hesitated.

"Well. What do you think the deceased's cause of death was?"

"Strangled to death?" Hu Wen guessed.

Nie Cheng thought that she believed that Jiang must be the murderer, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said casually: "You can go back first, and call your husband. Oh, by the way, do you know the deceased?"

Hu Wen stood up, stared slightly, and denied, "I don't know!"

"Okay." Nie Cheng nodded and drew a circle on the note.

Then Hu Wen's husband, Feng Yongqing, came. The distance from the restaurant to the hall was very short, and Jiang Zhun kept staring there, so they had no chance to talk.

After the mobile phone was confiscated, the words and deeds of those people were placed under Jiang Zhun's eyes, but Feng Yongqing and Hu Wen were married and had a close relationship. Bao Buqi had other ways of communicating, so Nie Cheng decided to ask a different question.

"What do you do?"

"In the auto parts business."

"Tell me what happened today."

Feng Yongqing was much calmer than Hu Wen, but he still seemed uneasy in the face of police interrogation, "I came back from my hometown today, and I stayed here when there was a snowstorm."

"What time did you check in?"

"05:30."

"What about after moving in?"

"After that, just lie on the bed and check your phone."

"Didn't you have dinner?"

"Eat, my mother brought me some steamed stuffed buns and pickled vegetables, so that we can stop cooking when we go back at night, and we can stay with her for a while, so we didn't go out until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and we caught up with the snowstorm. " Feng Yongqing smacked his teeth.

"Where do you heat the buns? Is there a microwave in your room?"

"It's not hot. I just ate a couple of bites. It just came out of the pot this morning, and it's not too hard. There's no microwave in the room, but there seems to be one at the front desk. I'm too tired to go downstairs."

"According to what you said, didn't you do nothing today, and your old lady prepared dinner for you, so tired?"

"Police officer, you don't know!" Feng Yongqing regained his energy and relaxed his body, "It's just my wife who keeps her mouth shut and drove from her hometown for more than two hours. During these two hours, she was worried, For a while, let me drive fast and hurry into the city, for a while, let me drive slowly, she is afraid, and for a while, she directs blindly, and almost gets on the wrong highway. Don't mention it, I am tired. Do you have a wife, police officer? You will know when you have a wife Yes, alas."

Nie Cheng was completely unmoved by his words, and asked, "How long have you and Hu Wen been married?"

"Eight, nine... ten years."

"How many years?"

"Ten years, ten years. We are the same age, we got married at 25, and we are both 35 this year."

"do you have any kid?"

"Yes, the two children are in their hometown. The older one is in primary school, and will be taken over when he is in junior high school. Alas, we are busy now, and no one is taking care of us."

"What did you do after eating today?"

"Looking at my phone, I fell asleep around 7 o'clock. My wife also fell asleep. She fell asleep first. I was afraid of disturbing her, so I turned down the sound of the phone. It sounded like a lullaby for a while. I also fell asleep, and then I was woken up by her voice, knowing that something happened, and then I stayed with the big guy all the time."

"You and Hu Wen live in 202, right next to 204, did you hear anything?"

Feng Yongqing thought about it, "No, maybe it's because I fell asleep."

Nie Cheng said: "I roughly understand it now, but it's still a bit messy. Please repeat it more concisely, and remove the emotion in the middle."

"Success, I'm after 3 o'clock..."

"Speak from the back to the front."

"Ah? Ah, okay, well, I was in the hall just now," Feng Yongqing looked at the hall naturally, and then looked along the stairs, "Everyone came down from the stairs together. I was scared by my wife's screams. After a shock, I woke up and found that she was not next to me. I put on my shoes and rushed out. I didn’t really plan to sleep when I fell asleep. I lay on the bed and played with my mobile phone very early, and fell asleep while playing. About 05: I checked in around 30, but I didn’t expect to encounter a snowstorm, we set off from our hometown at three o’clock, and it is reasonable to arrive in the city after six o’clock, hey, bad luck.”

It was not easy for Feng Yongqing to stumble through this passage, but the content of his flashbacks was similar to what he said in the main narration.

"Okay. Last question, do you know the deceased?" Nie Cheng asked.

Feng Yongqing's eyelids twitched, and he said, "I don't know."

"Well, call Xu Jianjun for me."

Feng Yongqing said "OK" and hurried away. Nie Cheng wrote "I don't know the deceased" on Feng Yongqing's page, and drew a circle on it.