Mystery Collection 2

Chen Yifei searched according to the address in the text message, and found the agreed hot pot restaurant in a remote alley.

There was no one in the store at the moment, the boss sat leisurely behind the cashier watching the video after serving the dishes, and the guests at the table by the window laughed heartily.

Chen Yifei walked towards them quickly. Apart from Han Chen and Gu Tingxi, Xu Jianyang, the little mute, and even Nangong were there.

"They're all here." Chen Yifei said hello and then sat down, picking up vegetables with his chopsticks quickly, without the slightest hint of politeness.

Gu Tingxi said with a smile: "Today our boss treats guests, you should eat more."

Chen Yifei raised his eyebrows: "Do I seem to be a polite person?"

Nangong smiled and said: "At least there are two cheap laborers in my store, so there is still money for dinner."

Gu Tingxi said "Oh", and turned to the boss and shouted, "Add five servings of beef rolls, five servings of shrimp slippery, and six bowls of glutinous rice balls."

Nangong pinched Gu Tingxi's ears: "If you can't finish eating, pack it up and take it home for me to eat."

Gu Tingxi patted his hand away, shamelessly started bragging with him, the two of them got farther and farther away and gradually chatted.

Chen Yifei and Han Chen sat next to each other and talked about the case alone.

Chen Yifei's mouth was full of food, he chewed it quickly a few times, took another sip of hot tea, warmed his body and said: "I went to ask the doctor who treated Zhou Tong, and it was confirmed that the wound on Zhou Tong's stomach It was indeed stabbed from top to bottom, either the murderer was much taller than her, or as Gu Tingxi said, the murderer stood outside the window, stretched his hand in through the fence, and stabbed her in the stomach at the window."

Han Chen shook his head: "Since it's not easy to reach her abdomen through the window, why didn't the murderer stab her in the chest?"

Chen Yifei said with a puzzled face: "When I went to the hospital today, Zhou Tong's condition was still very unstable, and he had some mental problems, so he might need to see a psychiatrist. In her current situation, let alone taking notes, she just It’s hard to communicate with people normally.”

While listening to him, Han Chen noticed that Gu Tingxi had already talked about inappropriate topics for children, and he patted Gu Tingxi's cheek dumbfounded: "Can you have a good meal?"

Gu Tingxi suddenly stopped talking, and after ten seconds of silence, he began to argue again.

Han Chen turned his head and said to Chen Yifei: "It will be much easier when Zhou Tong's mood stabilizes, but she is not familiar with the place here, and only knows Zhou Kuncheng and his wife. If it is convenient, let your colleagues guard at the hospital. Leave them alone."

"You mean Zhou Kuncheng has a problem?" Chen Yifei frowned tightly.

Han Chen hesitated and said, "After all, his wife, Sun Moli, hasn't shown up yet. Although Zhou Kuncheng has an alibi, Sun Moli doesn't. So be more cautious."

"Yes, I asked my colleagues to pay more attention to this Zhou Kuncheng."

After eating, several people separated and went to work.

It is rare for Nangong to come to the bookstore for "inspection". If he doesn't come again, Gu Tingxi almost forgets that he is the owner of the bookstore. After Nangong entered the door, he didn't go anywhere. Looking at the bookshelf embedded in the wall, the bookshelf hangs so high that even if he is tall, he still needs to look up. He raised his head slightly, Gu Tingxi couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could only hear his deep and serious voice Said: "The second book in the third row is misplaced."

Gu Tingxi glanced at the bookshelf, and said casually: "Yes, I'm reading that book, and I put the other one on it to see if it's empty, can't I read it?"

Nangong looked at him with great interest, leaned on the table and asked, "What else did you see?"

Gu Tingxi wondered: "I've read almost all of them, and there's nothing special about them. They're just miscellaneous books. Is there any problem with these books?"

Nangong curled up her lips, looked up at the wall again, and said slowly: "Time will give birth to the truth, and it will also tell you the answer."

Gu Tingxi didn't understand why.

"Put it back after reading it, remember to keep it as it is, I'm leaving, take a good look at the store."

Gu Tingxi opened the drawer and took out the book from it. It was just an ordinary mystery novel. If you want to talk about its characteristics, you can only say that this book is relatively small, but it is not difficult to find it on the Internet.

Gu Tingxi put the book back in the drawer without paying much attention, and watched the big boss leave.

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Hearing that Zhou Tong's spirit was better, Chen Yifei went to the hospital immediately, and it happened to be exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the hospital.

Zhou Tong's face was covered with bandages, only a pair of fearful eyes were exposed. She was lying on the hospital bed. Whenever there was a movement from the door, she would lock herself into the quilt in fear, with a suppressed low whine from her throat. .

Chen Yifei stood at the door and looked at her through the glass window, lowered his voice and asked the doctor beside him: "How is Zhou Tong's condition? Can I make a statement?"

The doctor sighed solemnly: "The spirit is a little better than before, but the situation is more complicated. She is likely to suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. She didn't react so strongly when she saw her elder brother, but when she saw strangers' emotions, she would immediately Get excited, I am not an authority on this matter, I suggest that she be transferred to a psychiatrist after she recovers from her injury."

Chen Yifei stroked his hair irritably: "Thank you doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome, it should be."

Zhou Kuncheng saw Chen Yifei from the ward, twisted the quilt and whispered something in Zhou Tong's ear, and then walked out of the ward lightly.

"Officer Chen, you are here, have you caught the gangster who attacked my sister?"

Chen Yifei shook his head apologetically: "By the way, where's your wife? Haven't you come back yet?"

Zhou Kuncheng sighed slightly: "I called in the morning and said that it was coming soon. Maybe Jasmine didn't realize that my sister's matter would be so serious. I will contact her later, but Officer Chen, you always ask my wife Are you... Are you suspicious of my wife?"

This is not the first time Zhou Kuncheng asked this question. Chen Yifei looked at his expression carefully, and said lightly: "We have to investigate every suspect. The starting point is to catch the murderer who hurt your sister as soon as possible. I hope you understand this point, and at the same time, you must also understand that the murderer is very dangerous, and he may hurt your sister again, I hope you and your wife can cooperate with our police, and please notify us after contacting her."

Zhou Kuncheng frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will notify you as soon as possible, thank you Officer Chen, thank you for your hard work during the Chinese New Year."

"It's my job, no trouble."

Chen Yifei was thinking about one thing on the way back to the police station after leaving the hospital.

He checked Zhou Tong's cell phone. She had indeed only contacted Zhou Kuncheng that day. In the phone book, there were only two local numbers in City A. One was Zhou Kuncheng, and the other was her sister-in-law Sun Moli.

Chen Yifei could almost conclude that this matter was inseparable from these two people, especially since Sun Moli still did not show up, and the biggest doubt in the whole case was nothing more than the secret room of the hotel room.

He felt that what Gu Tingxi said was not unreasonable, the murderer could stand outside the window and attack, but there were three problems with this method.

First of all, Zhou Tong's call to the police was received at seven o'clock, which meant that the murderer's action was before seven o'clock. At this time, standing in the alley and committing crimes through the protective fence, the murderer was too bold.

Second, as Han Chen said, since the murderer wanted to kill someone, why didn't he stab her in the chest, but went around the window and stabbed her in the abdomen, the height of the window should be around Zhou Tong's chest, this way of killing It is puzzling.

The last point is also the point that can explain the problem the most. The guardrail is still covered with dust. If the first two points can be considered from the murderer's subjective consciousness, then the last point actually negates everything.

If this is not the murderer's real method of murder, then how did he create the secret room.

Chen Yifei was very confused, but the most urgent thing is to contact Sun Moli first.

Just when he was at a loss what to do, the thing that worried him the most happened.

Sun Moli lost contact.

That night, Chen Yifei received a call at the police station. Zhou Kuncheng told him urgently that Sun Moli could not be contacted on the phone. Chen Yifei heard something tricky from his vague tone. He came with Zhou Tong, his real target was Zhou Kuncheng, if so, what exactly was Zhou Kuncheng hiding, and what caused the murderer to attack Zhou Tong.

Chen Yifei hurried to the hospital. Zhou Kuncheng was pacing anxiously in the ward, clutching his phone tightly.

Zhou Tong seemed to be asleep, the quilt was raised up a large part with only a little hair exposed.

Chen Yifei pushed open the door and waved to Zhou Kuncheng, who immediately left the room.

Before Chen Yifei had time to ask, Zhou Kuncheng said anxiously: "Officer Chen, I haven't been able to contact my wife since this afternoon, and now the phone is turned off, what do you think? She will be fine, right?"

Chen Yifei looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, could it be that your phone is out of battery?"

"No, my wife always carries a power bank with her, so it's impossible for her phone to run out of power."

Chen Yifei looked at his watch and said, "Your wife is an adult, and you are so anxious after losing contact for five or six hours? Do you think something happened to your wife? Do you know something?"

Zhou Kuncheng's expression was stunned for a moment, then he frowned, and said with anger in his eyes: "She is my wife! I must be more anxious than anyone else to lose contact at this moment!"

He waved to the colleague on duty at the door and asked, "Has he been out today?"

"I went out in the morning, and stayed in the ward after eating."

Chen Yifei nodded silently. He stood in the corridor for a while, thought for a while and then patted his colleague on the shoulder: "It's been hard these few days. I'll go back to the police station first, and contact me if you have anything to do."