My spy diary

Chapter 96 What a coincidence? (asking for monthly ticket)

Zhang Yi squatted on the ground and carefully inspected Hongyan's fair and slender fingers.

In addition to drinking, chatting and sleeping, the women here only dress up and keep their hands clean, so the gaps between their fingernails are very clean, leaving no scraps of the murderer's skin or clothing fibers.

He was slightly disappointed, turned to look at the old man, and asked:
"What else have you discovered?"

Wu Zuo stroked his goatee and said thoughtfully:
"The wound was clean and neat, without any stagnation. Firstly, the knife itself is very sharp. Secondly, the murderer is strong enough and may have been trained."

"The tip of the knife was slightly raised after entering, and it pierced the heart directly. But the back of the knife was to the left, and the blade was to the right. The wound on the right side was deep and wide. It was a bit like a left-handed person holding the knife. Of course, it could also be a disguise by the murderer. Wu Zuo pointed to the wound, sighed, and said:

"There were pinch marks on the neck of the deceased. Because of the sudden death and lack of energy and blood, the shallow marks deepened into purple."

Zhang Yi can imagine that the murderer first tricked the door into opening the door, took advantage of the woman being caught off guard, locked her throat, and then fatally stabbed her
The girl may struggle to resist, but in the face of absolute power, everything is in vain.

He looked at the fixed facial expression on the woman's face, her O-shaped eyes and mouth.

Frightened, desperate, unwilling, and confused.

His face turned gloomy. The murderer was undoubtedly an extremely cruel murderer. He frowned and said to the man:

"In this case, you can examine the body in detail to see if she was sexually abused during her lifetime."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a quarrel outside the door.

"How is it possible? Do you think he is a martial arts master? Even if the murderer jumps and grabs the wall with both hands, his feet must find a point of strength.
Even though he has extraordinary arm strength and can climb up the wall directly with support, he doesn’t know how to do light kung fu and can step on the snow without leaving any traces. He will always leave traces on the ground inside the wall.”

"Nonsense, there is a gravel road outside the door, and there are stone slabs inside the wall. Where are the traces from stepping on the stone slabs?"

"Humph, there are no traces when you step on the stone slabs, but there is moss under the wall, and there are traces of stepping on the moss."

"It's just footprints. Who can prove it is the murderer? The murderer can't come in through the gate?"

Zhang Yi glanced at it and saw that two people from the technical department had arrived, and asked sharply: "What's going on?"

The two people hurriedly stepped forward to salute and explained their findings. Zhang Yi frowned secretly.

The wall of this study apartment is more than two meters high, but there are no traces left on the outside wall. There are traces of footsteps on the inside of the wall, but they are only on the moss and cannot be collected...

How weird.

So the murderer entered through the front door?

"Check the doors and windows in the house, the backyard, and the roofs adjacent to the neighbors." Zhang Yi ordered, and then looked at the monkey.

"How was the inquiry?"

The monkey bowed and said:
"Captain, there are eight girls here. Except for one who was 'out' last night, the others are all here."

"Three girls drank with a client last night. They went to bed early after the client left."

"There are also two guests who stayed with me last night."

Zhang Yi looked stern, are there any overnight guests?
He immediately asked: "When did the guest leave? Has his identity been revealed?"

Monkey said: "They all left in the morning. One is the director of Xiaguan Branch of Jinling Police Department, and the other is Wei Guoxiong, the son of the owner of Chengxin Car Dealer."

"Then what are you waiting for? Capture the person first and then talk about it." Zhang Yi waved his hand and continued to ask:

"What else was told? Did they see or hear anything suspicious?"

"No," the monkey shook his head and said:
"Girls here usually don't get up until noon or afternoon, and their food and drinks are brought to the house."

'Get up at noon? If the forensic doctor’s judgment is correct, Hongjie’s death time was around 11 o’clock, and she should have gotten up at that time.”

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and continued to ask: "Did Hongjie have no guests last night?"

"According to the boss, a wealthy businessman ordered her, but they just drank tea and chatted for a while, and then the customer left."

"Ask the boss about his identity. If you don't know, draw a portrait and send it to the police station to search him throughout the city."

After a pause, Zhang Yi said again:

"Call the Jinling Police Department so that Dai Zhangxiu doesn't have to come over. Take the patrol officers to the wet market, pork stalls, and slaughterhouses to see whose knives have been lost. If there are any suspicious ones, bring them back directly, especially those who are left-handed."

"Yes." The monkey took the order and left.

Zhang Yi looked at Qian Xiaosan again and said, "Bring the gatekeeper here."

"Yes."

The concierge was a big man with a sinewy face, wearing a black shorts and cloth shoes. He looked drunk. His eyes were red at the moment, there were two slap marks on his face, and his expression was a little dull.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yi stared at this man. He was about 1.7 meters tall, with a strong body, and his hands were as dry and rough as eagle talons. He seemed to be a martial artist, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"The villain Zhao Zongwu is from Cangzhou, Hebei Province." Zhao Zongwu cupped his hands and said uneasily.

"Oh, the land of martial arts, what were you doing last night? When did the guests leave this morning?"

"Last night. Last night, the little one was welcomed and sent off." Zhao Zongwu made a recollection, thought for a while, and said hesitantly:
"Then after twelve o'clock, when no guests came, I drank a few drinks and overslept for some reason. I just woke up when you knocked on the door." "Really?" Zhang Yi's sharp eyes Staring at this person, subtle and unconscious movements in a person's subconscious can indicate whether the other person is recalling the truth or lying.

But this method can only be used as a reference. A person's psychology is as unique as his fingerprint.

The difference is that fingerprints will not change, but psychology can be adjusted through changes in environment, emotion, training or other conditions.

Seeing no sign that this person was lying, Zhang Yi continued to ask:
"How much did you drink last night?"

"Not much, just a few drinks. I don't know why I got drunk." Zhao Zongwu looked puzzled.

Zhang Yi winked at Qian Xiaosan and asked someone to search the concierge's room.

After a while, Qian Xiaosan appeared with a wine gourd. He smelled it and nodded to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi pointed to the gourd and asked, "Is this the wine in the gourd that you drank?"

Seeing Zhao Zongwu nodding, Zhang Yi handed the gourd to Wu Zuo and said:

"You always take a look."

Wu Zuo took it and smelled it first, then poured a little in the palm of his hand, smelled it again, licked it with his tongue, frowned and said:

"It's Shaoxing Nuerhong, but it should be seasoned. It seems to be Mongolian sweat medicine."

"Sweating medicine? I'm just telling you, I just took a few sips and fell unconscious. The murderer must have come in through the gate...

That son of a bitch hurt me, hey, I have to kill him. It must be this old guy Sun Zhenping, I always drink my wine at his house." When he heard that it was Mongolian sweat medicine, the concierge Zhao Zongwu became furious, bared his teeth and claws, and began to curse.

Mongolian sweat medicine is extracted from datura flowers. This medicine can be added to wine to enhance its medicinal properties.

However, the Mongolian sweat medicine is not colorless and odorless as the legend says. Even if it is added to wine, it will still have color. However, if the wine is inferior, it will naturally not be visible.

Zhang Yi glanced at Zhao Zongwu and saw that the murderer had given the concierge some sweat medicine, so he could indeed come in and leave calmly.

But he always felt that there was something strange and bizarre about it.

From the analysis of the case, the perpetrator should be an acquaintance, perhaps living in this compound, but the clues tell everyone that the murderer is someone from outside...

He looked at Wu Zuo and asked in a low voice: "How effective is this Mongolian sweat medicine?"

Wuzuo stroked his beard and muttered:
"It depends on the purity of the medicine.
However, even if the medicine is of average quality, people will feel weak after taking it. If they take too much, they will faint. They will not wake up at all for a few hours. When they wake up, they will have a splitting headache, numbness all over the body, and slow memory."

Zhang Yi nodded, his eyebrows flashed, and he was thinking secretly in his heart.

Before he could make any move, he heard a few scoldings coming from outside the door.

I saw Dai Xiuzhang and others escorting a fat man with an unruly face in.

"Sir, it's this guy, Lin Azhu. He lost his boning knife. Everyone in the market knows it. Also, he is left-handed." Dai Zhangxiu said proudly.

'So fast? '

Zhang Yi was surprised, and then looked at Lin Azhu.

He was probably in his early thirties, wearing a dirty and greasy short, wearing rag shoes, and a face full of flesh. He was being held down by several patrolmen at the moment, and he was still struggling, with a fierce look in his eyes.

It is said that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, but looking at this fierce and cold face, Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown.

Such people kill too many pigs and have no regard for life.

Zhang Yi took the boning knife over while wearing gloves and asked:
"Lin Azhu, is this your knife?"

Lin Azhu looked indifferent and disdainful, his eyes wandering and silent.

"Clap"

Qian Xiaosan rushed up and slapped him twice, saying disdainfully:

"Still not honest? Do you know there is something called a fingerprint?"

Then he kicked him again and yelled, "Say!"

Lin Azhu still looked indifferent, holding his neck and saying nothing.

"Okay, it's you indeed, Lin A-Zhu."

At this time, the concierge Zhao Zongwu jumped out and said:
"I would like to inform some of the officials that A-Zhu and Hong-nao are cousins. Lin A-Zhu likes gambling and often asks Hong-nao to borrow money, but Hong-nao refuses to lend her money. Therefore, he holds a grudge and from time to time he tells Hong-nao that he wants to take revenge on her. I think he was the one who killed Hongyou."

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, what a coincidence?

Whatever clues he needs, they will appear... now even the murderer is found...

　I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival and all the best and all your wishes come true

　　
　
(End of this chapter)