Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 730
Only now did Zhou Hai raise his head, his eyes became firmer, and he looked at Fatty.

"Fatty, you said that the deceased was tied up twice, and the scars on his body can also be divided into two, so could the murderer also have entered the scene twice?
For the first time, the drug was injected, bound, and the deceased was injured.

She left, though, for reasons I don't know yet, either to create an alibi, or something blocked his movement.

Then he entered the scene for the second time, in order to confirm whether Bi Jianrui was dead, or for other reasons.

But at this time Bi Jianrui woke up. In a panic, he grabbed the vest of the deceased and fixed the hands of the deceased. During the struggle, his head hit the window screen, and then he slashed at the deceased again!
You said, is there such a possibility? "

The fat man looked at Zhou Hai's zoomed-in photo. He had a deeper study on the footprints. Looking at the unclear edge, the fat man narrowed his eyes.

"You inferred from this footprint, right?

I think it's possible. This footprint looks like a lady's sneaker. Many women's sneakers have light patterns on the soles of their feet in pursuit of lightness. If they are worn for a long time, the bottom will be worn clean, and it looks completely flat. .

However, the murderer entered the scene for the second time, so it is understandable that he did not change his slippers in such a panic. "

Fatty's words awakened Zhou Hai, and also strengthened Zhou Hai's judgment.

He turned around and left the small conference room. The fat man shrugged and chased after him helplessly.

*****
Half an hour later, Zhou Hai and Fatty had arrived at the home of the deceased Bi Jianrui.

The few people at the scene received a call from Team Lu and were just about to go in when they arrived. They were ordered to wait for the forensic doctor and trace inspection to come, but they stood at the door without moving.

Seeing Zhou Hai and Fatty coming up, he quickly opened the door. Although there was no corpse, the smell was still there. After all, the bed sheets and room had been polluted by corrupt corpses for so many days, and it couldn't dissipate within a day or two.

Putting on the shoe covers, Zhou Hai and Fatty entered the room one after another, walked from the gap between the sofa and coffee table to the balcony, searched for a while on the balcony, and finally found the footprints of the high heels with small square heels that were photographed earlier.

After measuring and comparing, the size of this shoe print is about 24 cm, that is, a size 37 or 38 shoe. The fat man recalled this size. When he saw Liu Meihui, he glanced at the size and there should be no problem.

The fat man put away the ruler and stood up, "There should be no problem with the size. Liu Meihui's size should be this. I observed it carefully when I drew blood."

Although there were [-] blinds on the balcony that looked dirty, Zhou Hai stretched out his hand and twisted it, but it worked, and quickly blocked all the blinds from the sun.

The policeman at the door had already seen it clearly, and cooperated with the movement to close all the doors of each room. As a result, the entire living room was plunged into darkness. Although it was not completely dark, it was enough to observe the blood stains with a purple light.

The fat man was carrying a bulky purple light, standing on the balcony, facing the direction of the living room, and putting it on the ground. When walking all the way, a bottle of luminol reagent was basically sprayed on the place where no blood pools or blood footprints appeared. blank space.

Zhou Hai's eyesight was particularly helpless especially in such a dim environment. The fat man understood Zhou Hai's movements and patted Zhou Hai on the shoulder.

"Wait, I'll read it again!"

The fat man searched the entire living room, and stopped at the intersection of the living room, the master bedroom, the second bedroom and the bathroom.

"Haizi, throw me another bottle of luminol!"

Zhou Hai grabbed a bottle of reagent and walked around the sofa.

"what happened?"

The fat man pointed at the junction, "This is the junction where the living room connects with the three rooms. I remember that I left the slippers here. Give me the reagent and I'll try it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to spray, and then shone the purple light here. As the light moved, many traces that were originally invisible appeared.

I remember that in the news, the reporter rushed in in the morning, but just sprinkled water on the ground, so there were many more rooms where the dried blood was trampled, but the place where the water was sprinkled was limited to the middle area of ​​the living room, but not here.

At this moment, under the purple light, many string-like fluorescent lights appeared side by side. The fat man paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

"Haizi, this place has been cleaned, don't you see these traces are traces of wiping with a rag?

Although no bloodstains can be seen on the ground, clues can still be found after spraying the reagent. The murderer has been here for a long time. He can clean the room calmly. What kind of psychological quality is this? "

Zhou Hai looked at the traces on the ground. These traces of wiping seemed to come out of the bedroom, and then there were a few places in front of the bathroom door, and there were no other places.

So what happened in the bedroom, where the blood had to be wiped off?

The wavy slipper prints are obviously a kind of camouflage. Could it be that when he entered the scene for the second time, he was in a hurry, so he forgot about this camouflage at all, so his own footprints appeared, and these scratches came from it?

Zhou Hai got up and pushed open the bedroom door impatiently.

The fat man stepped on the backing board on the ground, followed Haizi in, went straight to the window, stared at the fluttering window screen carefully, and the fat man's small eyes lit up instantly.

"Haizi, I found a hair, a long hair!"

Zhou Hai walked over and took a look at the hair fluttering on the tweezers in the fat man's hand. The hair color was black at one section and most of it was brown. There were splits at the ends of the hair, but unfortunately there was no hair follicle.

"Only one?
This one has no hair follicles and cannot be tested! "

Fatty's face collapsed in an instant, and when he was about to throw it away, Zhou Hai stopped him.

"To put it away, trace elements can also be tested, and if they match, they can be used as evidence.

Close the curtain first, I have already sprayed the reagent. "

The fat man nodded, stretched out his hand to close the curtains, and as soon as the switch of the purple light was turned on, there were fluorescent wiping marks on the blank area next to the pool of blood on the ground, and rows of thread-like lines running in the same direction were very obvious. .

The fat man was a little excited, "Haizi, our guess may be correct. The murderer has returned to the scene again. He came in hastily for the second time, so he rushed in without putting on his slippers in time."

Zhou Hai nodded. As a result, the purple light in the fat man's hand shone towards the gap at the head of the bed. According to his memory, the trace of the ring-shaped shoe print was here, and Zhou Hai was anxious to confirm that he had just sprayed the reagent.

With the irradiation of the purple light, a footprint with a circular pattern appeared.

Although the boundary is not very clear, but the faint trace on the right half can still be seen.

Obviously, she stepped on the water, and there were very few marks left under her feet in the previous trampling, so I didn't realize that I left this mark, and it was a fish that slipped through the net.

Looking at the size of the shoe print, Zhou Hai looked at the fat man.

"Measure the size, I think it's about 24 centimeters."

The fat man didn't dare to make it too big, so he first posted a scale to take a photo, and then measured it with a ruler. It was 24 centimeters.

The fat man looked up at Zhou Hai, all the evidence seemed to be moving towards Zhou Hai's original deduction.

"Don't you doubt it?"

Zhou Hai didn't answer the fat man's question. Everything he said at this time was inference, and iron proof was still needed. Thinking of this, Zhou Hai directly took out his mobile phone and dialed Sister Zeng's number.

"Sister, is there any result?"

(End of this chapter)