"Calm down! Calm down! The more times this happens, the more calm you have to be!"
Chen Liangshan muttered to himself, taking several deep breaths in an effort to stay calm, and then looked around, checking for places where he might leave traces of himself.
The doorbell at the entrance, the armrest of the sofa, the coffee table, the female secretary’s arms and ankles, the ground, and the ashtray used to beat Liu Jianmin to death all have his fingerprints. The fingerprints are on too many places to count.
However, when I was pulling back and forth with the female secretary just now, shoe prints were all over the hall and the living room.
Thinking of this, Chen Liangshan decided to clean up the fingerprints first, so he carefully walked from the blood-covered floor to the bathroom, intending to find a few rags first.
After coming to the bathroom, Chen Liangshan washed the blood on his hands, then put on a pair of rubber gloves next to him and went to the living room.
Relying on the places he had touched in his memory, he wiped all the places where fingerprints might have been left. After a lap, all the blood stains in the living room were smeared on the furniture, but the scene looked even messier.
Although the surroundings were stained with blood at this time, Chen Liangshan believed that as long as he wiped the place, there would be no fingerprints, so he was about to return to the bathroom to look for a mop, but unexpectedly he walked on the slippery floor that was full of blood.
At that moment, I almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Just when his feet slipped and almost fell, Chen Liangshan held on to the furniture next to him in time, but this action made his heart tremble, and he suddenly remembered something: when he went to the bathroom just now to find a rag, he was also
I almost fell down in this position, so did my hand just touch the furniture in this position?
No matter how much he recalled, he couldn't remember what he had touched just now. So he simply wiped down all the furniture he might have touched along the way, including the faucet on the bathroom sink.
After doing all the above, the time has come to 7:15. Seeing that he has little time left, Chen Liangshan seizes the time to take out the mop from the bathroom and mops the floor of the living room and foyer.
The living room of this villa is very large, and the entrance hall is at least nearly 80 square meters, so mopping the floor at the fastest speed will take nearly 8 minutes.
Usually, when the human body does not exercise regularly, the energy storage of the heart function will be low. Once strenuous exercise occurs, the heart pumping function will be poor and the oxygen consumption will increase sharply. At this time, Chen Liangshan was in such a state.
After he finished mopping the floor of the living room and foyer, he clearly felt short of breath, and the smell of blood seemed to be in his throat.
A drop of sweat fell down his cheek, but this ordinary physical reaction shocked him, because he just remembered that when he was mopping the floor in these places, the sweat that had flowed down his head had long since disappeared.
Where is it, maybe even mixed with the blood on the ground.
Will the police extract his DNA from these traces of sweat to determine the identity of his murderer?
Seeing that the time had almost reached 7:30, a huge sense of despair swept through Chen Liangshan's heart. During this half hour, he continued to cover up his traces, but he never thought that he would be exposed again in the process.
More and more questions arise. (Note)
Suddenly, the pain in his gloved right hand made him hiss. The pain came from nowhere, but it felt like someone had suddenly sprinkled salt on the wound. The sting was life-threatening.
pain.
After taking off his gloves, Chen Liangshan was surprised to find a wisp of blood flowing out of the gloves. Only then did he notice that there were several cuts on his right hand, and the wounds were still squeezing outward little by little.
With blood.
"Ah! This... when was this cut?"
Chen Liangshan muttered to himself in surprise and quickly wiped away the blood flowing on the ground. However, when he looked carefully at the wound, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He immediately rushed to Liu Jianmin's side and found the ashtray that he had just used to smash the other man to death. As expected, he found that there was a smashed gap just around the edge of the crystal ashtray.
Only then did Chen Liangshan finally realize that just when he attacked Liu Jianmin, the anger that surged up in his blood rushed to his mind, and at the same time he focused all his attention on the other person, so he
He didn't even realize that his hand was cut by the ashtray.
Chen Liangshan immediately thought that since his hand had been cut when he smashed Liu Jianmin to death, it was very possible that when he and the female secretary chased and entangled in the living room, the blood from the wound dripped everywhere.
Thinking of this, he only felt his scalp numb. If his blood was left at the scene of the murder, it would be tantamount to directly telling the police that he was the murderer, so he would never allow such a situation to happen.
So at this moment, Chen Liangshan ignored the newly mopped ground and followed the route he had taken when chasing the female secretary.
The blood stains on the ground had basically been mopped away just now, but Chen Liangshan searched for it and came to the sofa in the living room. He remembered clearly that after being pushed down by the female secretary just now, although he fell on Liu Jianmin
on the corpse, but at that time, his hand inadvertently moved towards the sofa.
Sure enough, Chen Liangshan found several traces of blood on the side of this beautiful blue fabric sofa. The traces were not long, but they were scattered all over the surface of the sofa. There were even a few drops of blood.
seeped into the gaps in the fabric.
Is this blood his own? Or Liu Jianmin’s?
Huge doubts filled Chen Liangshan's mind, but at this time, he discovered that in addition to the sofa, there were unwiped blood stains everywhere on the ground, coffee tables, and corridors. Some seemed to have been wiped on accidentally, and some seemed to have been wiped on accidentally.
However, it showed a splatter-type distribution of blood spots.
However, what makes Chen Liangshan feel most desperate is that when he was wiping his fingerprints just now, he had already wiped all parts of the room with a rag stained with blood. At that time, he never thought that there would be mixed in it.
own blood.
Time passed little by little, and when the bell in the living room rang, Chen Liangshan realized that time passed so quickly. It was already 7:30, and there was less than 10 minutes left before the driver picked up Liu Xiaoyue.
I didn't even have time to cut the female secretary's nails, because my dandruff tissue still remained in her nails.
All is lost.
Chen Liangshan's trembling legs began to weaken, causing him to almost fall to the ground. In his own eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene of being arrested by the police in the future.
He knew very well that for someone like him who had a history of reform-through-labor, if he faced the sentence of two more lives, the only possibility was the death penalty.
This chapter has been completed!