Super Time Detective

When Ye Huairui arrived at the destination, he was completely drowned.

Both Zhang Mingming and Ouyang Tingting are closer than him who lives in the villa area in the middle of the mountain, and they have already arrived one step ahead.

But the appearance of the two of them is not the same as that of Ye Huairui, both of them are soaked through, and Ouyang Tingting's ponytail is directly tangled up like a handful of water plants, even the tips of her hair are dripping.

In fact, it’s not just the three of them. One of them was the one who sent out the police in this stormy weather. Everyone was drenched enough, and they were all crowded in the corridor and hurriedly wiped, for fear that their water would be polluted. Murder scene.

Soon Police Officer Huang came downstairs and told them that they don't need to work too hard, you can go up and see for yourself.

Ye Huairui, Zhang Mingming and Ouyang Tingting followed Police Officer Huang and several police officers upstairs.

In the middle of the night on a typhoon day, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Even though there were police officers standing outside the apartment building, no one stopped to watch.

But the building is different.

Naturally, it is impossible not to alarm the residents here.

Ye Huairui went up the stairs all the way, and found that the doors of many units were open. Many people stood by the door or in the corridor, looking up. stopped.

After walking up nine flights of stairs, they finally reached the top floor.

They just stood in the corridor and took a look, and they understood what Officer Huang meant by "don't worry about it".

This apartment is an old-fashioned "Hui"-shaped structure. The patio in the middle is unobstructed, and the circle near the patio is full of corridors.

Although the corridors are sealed to the roof with anti-theft nets, as long as the wind and rain are strong enough, rainwater can still float in through the guardrails.

In addition, during the typhoon, the wind and rain swirl, and there is no "orientation" at all. The four corridors in the southeast, northwest, and west are all wet, and there are dirty footprints every time you step on it.

Especially on the ninth floor of the highest floor, the rainwater from the roof trickled down through the roof drain. The water line and the heavy rain formed a piece, like a curtain, and a small part of it poured into the corridor, causing the corridor to be full of water, which was at least One centimeter deep.

The door of Unit 904 was wide open, and there were a few people standing a little far away, and the police were questioning them.

Ye Huairui walked quickly to the door of the unit where the accident happened, glanced inside, and thought to himself, "It's really over."

The small entrance is covered with sewage and mud marks, and I don't know how many people have entered and exited it, it is already too dirty to see.

"I x!"

Zhang Mingming next to him cursed in a low voice, pointed at the mess all over the floor and asked Police Officer Huang:

"How did this happen?"

Officer Huang was also helpless.

It's no wonder that this matter is no one else's fault.

"Is such that."

Officer Huang reached out and pointed at the few people gathered in the corridor a little further away, and said to Ye Huairui and others:

"The first person who discovered Wang Yan's body was her downstairs neighbor..."

In room 804 downstairs of Wang Yan lived a young girl, 23 years old, surnamed Yuan, a white-collar worker in a nearby company.

Typhoon Signal No. [-] and a red rainstorm warning were issued in Jincheng early today, and Miss Xiao Yuan's company naturally shut down for a holiday.

The girl had nothing to do, so she made an appointment with a few teachers in this building to have a mahjong table, and fought from noon until late at night, before she died down and went home to wash.

"and many more."

Hearing this, Ye Huairui interrupted Officer Huang's narration:

"Where did Miss Yuan play mahjong?"

"Fourth floor, room 408."

Officer Huang said:

"We confirmed that Ms. Yuan came on stage around three o'clock. She was lucky today, and she hardly left the table during the whole process. Even the dinner was fried rice randomly prepared by the owner of room 408."

"understood."

Ye Huairui nodded.

Officer Huang continued to speak.

Miss Xiao Yuan rubbed hemp until 11:30 in the evening. Considering that tomorrow the wind and rain will stop and she should go to work, she finally plans to go home and rest.

However, as soon as she entered the living room, through the glass door, she saw a clothes-horse sticking obliquely on the balcony of her house. Falling look.

——Obviously, it was because the wind was so strong that it blew off the clothes drying pole upstairs, but it didn't fall completely, which led to such an astonishing scene.

You know, falling objects in a typhoon is very dangerous. If a long clothes drying pole falls down, you don't know what will happen.

Miss Xiao Yuan is a warm-hearted girl, and knowing that the upstairs is a disabled old lady who is missing a hand, so she ran to her balcony and yelled twice, but no one responded. , put away the clothes-drying pole, and went upstairs to return it to Wang Yan.

It's just that room 904 didn't answer at all.

Miss Xiao Yuan slammed on the door for 5 minutes with the clothes drying pole, but no one opened the door for her. On the contrary, she alarmed the neighbors, and several families came out to check what happened.

"Here, look here."

Officer Huang pointed to the door of Room 904.

A small three-tiered shelf was placed at the corner, and there was a [-]-centimeter-high round bench next to it.

Property prices in Jincheng are very expensive, and most ordinary houses are small.If the entrance is too cramped, people often take advantage of a little common area and put a shoe rack or cabinet outside the door.

Obviously, Wang Yan is also one of them.

"There is a teacher in the 907 next door who has a good relationship with Wang Yan and knows her habits."

Officer Huang explained to Ye Huairui and the others:

"She saw that Wang Yan's usual shoes were still on the shoe rack, so she concluded that she hadn't gone out and must still be at home."

Seeing that Wang Yan didn't go out, and she didn't come to answer the door, the neighbors were afraid that she, a disabled middle-aged and elderly person, would encounter some danger, so a young man brought a chair, climbed up to a high place, and pulled the transom to the door. look inside.

There is a transom window in the kitchen of every unit in this building, about [-] centimeters long and [-] centimeters wide, with the opening facing the corridor.

The young man glanced through the transom window, looked through the narrow kitchen, and through the open door, just in time to see what seemed to be a human figure hanging in the room, and immediately screamed in horror, almost fell off the chair. down.

So more people were alarmed.

The neighbors broke open the door of Room 904 with all their strength, rushed in, and all rushed into the house.

Then they saw Wang Yan hanging on the electric fan, already out of breath.

The neighbors were so frightened that they called the police, called an ambulance, and some who had worked as social workers before knew a little bit of first aid knowledge. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, they untied the man and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the ground.

About 15 minutes after calling the police, the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff came up to see that Wang Yan's pupils were fixed, and her heartbeat and breathing were all gone.

So the police were changed to take over the case, and then Officer Huang and others were contacted.

From when the neighbors found the body to when the medical staff came to check on the situation, for quite some time, everyone only regarded Wang Yan's death as a simple suicide, without even thinking about other possibilities in their minds.

As a result, more than a dozen people came and went in and out of this small unit, and there was a violent storm outside the corridor, and the muddy dirt on the floor was brought into the house by so many feet, and it was a mess everywhere, let alone onlookers People don't know how many things in the room they have touched...

Ye Huai Ruiguang felt a headache just thinking about it.

Such a scene, for the forensic personnel, may be slightly better than the hell-level difficulty of the wild open-air scene in bad weather.

In a small suite of less than [-] square meters, Ye Huairui and others have been busy for several hours.

At 05:30 in the morning, they finally completed the on-site evidence collection and returned to the Forensic Laboratory of Jincheng Judicial Police Station.

Prior to this, Wang Yan's body had already been sent back to the institute, waiting for them to come back for an autopsy.

At this time, the typhoon had moved a certain distance to the east, and its intensity gradually weakened on land.

Although the wind and rain did not stop in Jincheng, both the wind and the rain were obviously much weaker than before.

In the elevator, Officer Huang asked Ye Huairui for his opinion.

"What do you think?"

He said:

"Did Wang Yan commit suicide?"

In fact, from Police Officer Huang's personal point of view, he tends to think that Wang Yan is more likely to commit suicide.

Just three days ago, Police Officer Huang and his colleagues went to Wang Yan because of the bone corpse in Fulan Village.

At that time, when the aunt heard the purpose of the two people's visit, she was like a firecracker on fire, and almost threw the door panel into their faces.

While scolding Hero Situ as a scumbag, she also scolded the police for being incompetent. Her voice was so loud that the neighbors were called out to watch, which greatly embarrassed Officer Huang and his partner in front of the people.

Afterwards, the two asked their neighbors about it, and everyone said that the aunt Wang Yan had a weird personality, with ups and downs of mood, and was easy to get angry with others over trivial matters, especially when others brought up her amputated arm.

There is also the reaction from her neighbor's grandmother who is close to her. Wang Yan seems to have depression, and she has to go to the psychological clinic every month to see a doctor and prescribe medicine.

As we all know, patients with depression are prone to suicidal thoughts.

In fact, earlier statistics showed that among patients with moderate to severe depression, one out of every five had attempted suicide, and one out of every five suicides had succeeded.

Moreover, the name Situ Hero was a strong mental stimulus to Wang Yan, who had suffered a lot due to the robbery in the past. If it made Wang Yan, who was depressed, think of suicide...

Thinking of this, Police Officer Huang felt very uneasy, filled with a deep sense of guilt.

"I think……"

Ye Huairui pushed the locks of bangs to the back of his head, looked sideways at Police Officer Huang, who had an inexplicably nervous expression, thought about it, and expressed his opinion:

"Wang Yan was murdered."

Officer Huang: "!!!"

Ye Huairui's voice was not loud, but his enunciation was clear, and everyone in the elevator could hear him clearly.

Just as he was about to ask, the elevator reached the floor, and with a "ding", the door opened.

Someone stood outside the elevator.

Officer Huang could only temporarily stop talking.