clown game

Chapter 230 A Simple and Perfect Murder Case ([-])
Chen Xiao squinted his eyes and glanced at Lao Xing: "How to kill? It depends on how you understand "killing"."

As he spoke...he subconsciously licked his lower lip: "For example...you accidentally knocked down the flower pot outside the window, which happened to kill a woman. Is this considered murder?"

Lao Xing is someone who has been in the police circle for so many years, and he replied without thinking: "Falling objects from heights, manslaughter, there is nothing suspicious about it."

Chen Xiao nodded: "Well, of course there is no doubt, then one more thing, if this woman is your girlfriend, oh oh, I know you don't have that kind of thing, I mean if, and, You and this impossible woman just quarreled last week, of course, you really didn't want to kill her in your heart, this is also a coincidence, so how to judge it. "

Lao Xing snorted heavily and cursed in his heart, but he still explained the problem: "It depends on the situation at the time. There is a possibility of being convicted of murder. On-site evidence collection, lawyers, and testimony. Many situations have to be considered. Go in, but the chances of this are too small, how could a flowerpot just fall on the head of my old... that woman with people walking around, it's too coincidental."

Chen Xiao seemed very satisfied with the answer, with a reasonable expression on his face: "Indeed, the chance is too small, so let's add another one, if at this time, your wife happens to be downstairs taking pictures , you also know that when you take the photo, you stand still! But you don’t even know the person who took the photo, it’s just a stranger, and the reason for taking the photo was because the sun was good at that time, and it was your wife who suggested it.”

Lao Xing was stunned for a moment: "This..."

Chen Xiao took over the conversation: "Well, although it's all a coincidence, and there's no evidence that you're going to kill your wife, but the smell of murder is getting stronger and stronger, right?"

Lao Xing was obviously thinking, but didn't say anything.

"Then let's add a few more. If you don't know that the flower pot is outside the window, and you just want to open the window to let in some air, but you accidentally knock it off, the responsibility is due to the fact that the flower pot was placed outside the window." The people outside are still the ones pushing the windows.”

Lao Xing hesitated for a while: "It should be everyone's responsibility... However, this is still not common, because why would someone put a flower pot outside the window... It's too dangerous..."

"Ah... I know!" Chen Xiao immediately interrupted Lao Xing's ramblings: "I'm just making a hypothesis, not that this happens to happen in reality, otherwise this story will end when your wife appears Yes, isn’t it. Well, if you insist on a reason, then we can make up a plot, that is, you and your wife had a quarrel a few days ago, and you gave her the flower pot. During the quarrel, you You keep talking about it, so after the quarrel, your wife gets angry when she sees the flowerpot, and puts it out of the window, out of sight and out of mind. Yes, the deceased put the flowerpot outside by himself, why? So, this time, how to deal with this case."

"Uh...", Lao Xing drew a long voice, still thinking about how to answer.

At this time, Chen Xiao was obviously too lazy to wait for him, so he continued: "Look, you just opened the window from the beginning to the end, but because of many things you don't know at all, there have been many changes in this incident, resulting in Many results, this is still on the premise that there is a "you", at least there can be a suspect to check, if the person who opened the window is not you, but someone who has never met the deceased, such as a small The company staff, and the person who put the flower pot outside the window didn't know the deceased, probably just a company cleaner, and he didn't even know the person who opened the window. Of course, the person downstairs taking pictures didn't know each other either. ...At this time, how should we characterize it?"

Lao Xing... He still kept humming.

Naturally, Chen Xiao was too lazy to wait for him, so he said, "Okay, okay, what I'm talking about is simply a group of people who don't know each other, everyone just did something unrelated, but because of various butterflies effect, and eventually lead to the death of a person they also didn't know, is that murder?"

Lao Xing finally came to his senses in a short time: "It doesn't count... this... this is still an accident, but the judgment..."

Chen Xiao interrupted Lao Xing again: "Well... this sounds like an accident, but accidents are too boring, so let's add a little more plot, why did that person open the window, because, alone I called him, but the signal was not good and I couldn’t hear clearly, which caused the man to open the window! And the cleaner who put the flower pot out of the window actually thought that the flower pot might fall , so I specially pasted a piece of paper next to the window, saying that it is forbidden to open the window. It's just that the boss of the company said that it is not allowed to scribble on the company wall or glass on the day of the incident, so an old guard went to remove the paper. The paper was torn off, he didn't even know there was a flower pot outside, or he couldn't read at all, that's not counting, let's spread the reasons, what caused the phone call, what caused the boss of the company Order, what caused that photo, so it can be made up endlessly, anyway, no one wants to kill that woman! A dozen or even dozens of people don't even know what happened, and that person is dead, it counts Murder?"

"This... this doesn't count..." Lao Xing muttered.

"Then what if... I say those people know?"

"What?" Lao Xing was stunned for a moment, and raised his head in confusion.

"What if... the doorman who tore off the paper knew there was a flowerpot outside? Is he the murderer?"

"Ah? This..."

"Then what if...the caller also knows that the woman downstairs is taking pictures?"

"What did you say?" Lao Xing seemed to realize something all of a sudden, his voice subconsciously raised a few degrees.

Chen Xiao ignored him, and continued: "What if the person who took the photo also knew? Yes...they all knew...but they didn't think of it...or they thought of it, but they didn't say it. What should you do? Are you sure you can find out? Or, even if you really tracked them down wishfully, do you have evidence that they are the murderers?"

……

Lao Xing was silent, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

At this moment... Xiao Liu hurried over...

"Captain Xing, the deceased's wife... has rushed back!"

(End of this chapter)