Moreover, because they were implicated by him, they were more likely to break free from their dreams, especially after the shadow left, they let themselves go even more.

Look at Guiying's hypnosis ability is not very terrible.

The dong dong he heard should be a part of hypnosis, and the last time he had a nightmare, the shadow was very close to him...

Wait! When he got up, he encountered static electricity again?

Taking a deep breath, he thought: "I probably guessed the answer to the riddle. Go back and ask Lao Chi if he is willing to cooperate with me in the experiment and verify his ideas..."

The only question left is why he is the only one with a lot of charge?

...

In the square, the criminal police arrived soon, and the Wang Detachment began to arrange today's investigation mission.

The experts dispatched by the corps held a small meeting, summarized the information they collected, and analyzed several feasible directions. Today's task is to conduct in-depth investigations on these directions.

Lao Chi rushed back from the detachment and squeezed to Qi Yi's side: "The thing was delivered, and the brothers in the laboratory said the result came out and called you."

"good."

Detachment Wang was arranging a task. A man wearing a dark polo shirt rushed over in a panic and shouted far away: "Police Officer, police officer! No! Factory Director... Factory Director..."

Qi Yi's heart skipped a beat. He was closest to the man. He stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "What's wrong with the factory manager?"

"The factory director... is dead."

"What?"

...

The factory director's office is located on the third floor of the office building. He opened the entire floor, which is quite large, and is divided into a reception tea room area, office area, study room and lounge area by three screens.

Walking all the way to the office area, the factory manager slumped on his back on his boss's chair, a wound was cut on his neck, and his shirt was completely soaked in blood, and a pool of blood gathered under the boss's chair.

The scene was full of dazzling redness, and there were splattering and falling blood everywhere on the walls, ceilings and desks.

Qi Yi walked to the corpse with gloves, raised his hand to touch the corpse, and opened his eyes: "It's dead, but the corpse is still warm..."

Lao Chi: "The temperature in this ghost is higher than that in body temperature. Even if the body is in two days, the body will not be cold."

What he said makes sense, and Qi Yi was speechless.

He continued to check the corpse: "The corpse spots and corpse zombies have not yet formed, and the death time has not been more than four hours; the lips, oral mucosa and finger ends are pale in color, which is consistent with the characteristics of hemorrhagic shock; there is only a wound on the left neck of the corpse, which is suspected to be fatal, and there is no restraint injury, so it is resisted."

As he said that, he walked around the office seat, took dozens of photos from different angles, and walked to the boss's chair to squat down: "The deceased's right hand sags naturally, his five fingers loosen. There is a bloody double-edged uncensored straight sharp weapon on the ground, about 19.3 cm long, of which the blade is about 11.4 cm long, the knife handle is about 7.9 cm long, and there are blood fingerprints on the knife handle."

Lao Chi approached, looked at the dagger on the ground, then looked at the factory manager's fingers, and then looked at the neck of the corpse: "It looked like suicide..."

Halfway through, he swallowed the second half and changed his mouth alertly: "Will it be to mislead us and pretend to be on the scene..."

Qi Yi shook his head: "The deceased is likely to commit suicide..."

Lao Chi:???

He felt like he was targeted.

Qi Yi pointed to the factory manager's neck: "Look carefully, the cut is located at the left neck. The bottom of the cut is not deep, and the wound is not particularly long. He is not very cruel. The injury is generally shallow on the left and deep on the right, which is in line with the characteristics of killing suicide with a knife in the right hand. There are seven or eight lengths of the main crevices, and the depths are different. Most of them only have to break the skin, which should be a trial cut in the stage of psychological struggle."

Lao Chi was in a complicated mood and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ji Chengpeng: "I can't bear the huge pressure, so did I choose to commit suicide?"

Judging from the factory director's performance at night, this reason is reasonable. Qi Yi picked up the murder weapon, called Lao Chi to come and help, took off the factory director's clothes, and checked his body without blind spots, and even let go of the easily overlooked places above his head and under his armpits.

Ji Chengpeng asked Mao Ning'an to start the on-site trace inspection. Luo Youyong, Xiao Qin and other criminal police officers conducted a visit in the office building, especially the polo shirt found that the factory director died, so they should be asked for the focus.

Ji Chengpeng checked around in the office.

Except for the office area full of blood, the other three areas are clean and there are no traces of fighting in the office area. This case does not look like a homicide.

As he walked in, Ji Chengpeng quickly walked into the largest lounge area and glanced around the side and found that there were all kinds of internal organs, including beds, wardrobes, coffee tables, sofas, TVs and refrigerators, etc., and even a treadmill and a dumbbell rack were installed.

Qi Yi came over and Ji Chengpeng asked, "Has the body been examined?"

"Well, I didn't find any suspicious places. The preliminary judgment was that it was indeed suicide... I completed the sampling of the bloodstain on the scene, and then drew a tube of blood from the body. Lao Chi sent it back for testing."

Ji Chengpeng looked at him: "It's rare that you didn't rush back and dissect the body."

"All traces point to the suicide of the deceased. We have no right to force an autopsy... wait for the blood test results to come out, or seek support from the family."

Ji Chengpeng let out a loud voice, then raised his chin: "Look at his rest area, what do you think?"

"The place is clean and tidy," Qi Yi said without hesitation: "He is a person who loves life, has strong self-discipline and a very ritualistic life. He likes fitness. He is in his fifties, but he doesn't have much fat on his body and has a good figure."

"Will such a person commit suicide?"

"That depends on how much the blow it has been suffered." Qi Yi said: "In addition, judging from the layout of the rest area, he has been working for a long time. I also heard it outside. He has not been home for a while and has food and accommodation in the factory."

Ji Chengpeng responded: "It is very likely that something has happened in his marriage."

Qi Yi asked: "Has his wife come to the factory?"

"No news was received, probably not coming yet."

Qi Yi: "It is recommended to send two brothers to watch, and call her to come over after they are in place."

"It's already done." Ji Chengpeng's face unconsciously relaxed. He and Qi Yi could always think of one thing.

"Do you think you can just summon and interrogate me directly, or be polite and ask her to cooperate with the routine investigation?"

"Please be polite first and then soldiers."

"OK."

Qi Yi walked to the dumbbell rack, weighed the dumbbells on it, turned on the power of the treadmill, and the control panel jumped out of the LCD screen. Qi Yi clicked on the historical results and found that the treadmill recorded a distance of more than 2,000 kilometers.

He looked through the records for the past two months and Qi Yi found that the factory manager ran at least once every two days. Each time, he ran for one kilometer of constant speed and then switched to a five-kilometer of variable speed and then ran for another kilometer of constant speed.


Chapter completed!