A beam of light hit the ground in the dark room, and there was a man and a woman standing next to it. The two of them stared at the outline drawn by the black pen and discussed.

"I can't tell anything at all!"

“The damage on the scene was too serious.”

"That's not you blamed?"

"Let's go to the kitchen again!"

Wu Dao didn't answer Yun Xing's words and turned to the kitchen. The dining table had been cleaned up and the chairs were arranged neatly.

"I can't tell anything about this!" Yun Xing stood beside Wu Dao.

"No, from this point, we can see that my wife is a very clean person, and she has a bit obsessive-compulsive disorder!" Wu Dao's eyes fixed on the placed kitchen utensils.

"Everyone who loves to be clean has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder!" Yun Xing glanced at Wu Dao.

Wu Dao shook his head: "That's not, cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder are two different things." He raised his hand and pointed at the kitchenware: "Look, the arrangement is very organized, and it is pleasing to the eyes from childhood to adulthood. There are also chairs next to the dining table, four chairs on one side, two completely symmetrical."

"Look at other rooms!" Yun Xing exited the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, there is one less knife on the knife holder, the less knife should be the weapon." Wu Dao shouted Yun Xing.

Yun Xing stopped and turned his head to look at the knife holder on the stove. There were three knives inserted in total, and there was an extra gap between the three knives: "It seems that he was dizzy and stabbed to death with a knife."

Wu Dao looked at Yun Xing: "Are there any other discoveries?"

Yun Xing glanced at the kitchen utensils again and shook his head: "No."

"The arrangement of kitchen utensils from the restaurant chairs to the kitchen utensils here is very regular, which means that my wife is a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder." Wu Dao pointed at the knife holder again: "For an obsessive-compulsive disorder, if you hold a knife, you will definitely take it from both sides and never pull it from the middle."

"Why would you think so much at that time when you were angry?" Yun Xing said, looking at the knife holder.

Wu Dao shook his head: "That's not! The husband was already stunned at that time, and the wife had plenty of time, so she would never just draw a knife."

"Then what do you mean?" Yun Xing asked in confusion.

"Maybe there is another murderer!" Wu Dao replied in contemplation.

"Impossible, if it was the murderer, why would his wife surrender?" Yun Xing looked at Wu Dao questioningly.

"Let's go to other rooms to check it out." Wu Dao turned around and walked out of the kitchen without replying to Yun Xing's words.

"The same is true when I go back to see the results. When I go back, I will steal the computer and lend the autopsy report to check it out." Yun Xing followed Wu Dao.

When the two entered the bedroom, Wu Dao opened the wardrobe and looked at the clothes inside and said, "See, the clothes are classified according to color, and the small items are arranged on the left and the large items are arranged in sequence on the right. This shows that my wife is a person with very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. Do you think such a person would casually pull out a knife to kill people?"

"The possibility is not great, but you have to consider the situation at that time. The suppressed anger comes out. How can a person think so much when he is angry? And for a person who has been suffering from violence for a long time, he will definitely be nervous and afraid when he takes action. All emotions are entangled, and even obsessive-compulsive disorder will not make choices in order." Yun Xing still insists on his point of view.

Wu Dao closed the wardrobe door and looked at Yun Xing with a smile: "Look, my wife gave her husband a drug and showed that this was a long-planned murder. When she started, she would definitely be nervous but would never be confused. Also, for an obsessive-compulsive disorder, everything in daily life has long formed a habit, and subconscious actions will be carried out in order and habits, so even if she is confused, she will not draw a knife casually."

Yun Xing frowned and said, "But if it weren't for his wife, who would it be?"

"A person who needs her protection, this person makes her willing to resist the crime!" Wu Dao said that, after walking out of the bedroom, he just walked to the door and returned and pulled Yun Xing quickly to the balcony.

"What's wrong?" Yun Xing's eyes moved from the door to Wu Dao's face, and asked in a low voice.

"Someone is opening the door!" Wu Dao replied whispered, and after saying that, he walked to the other side of the balcony, stood in the corner of the wall and turned off the flashlight.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the living room, and then the lights were turned on.

Wu Dao and Yun Xing were tightly pressed against the corner of the wall. At this moment, their nerves were tense, fearing that each other would come over. They would stop in the living room and walk into the bedroom. They turned on the bedroom light and looked at the balcony and walked to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe and searched inside.

Yun Xing gently poked his head out and saw a middle-aged man squatting in front of the closet, not knowing what to look for inside.

She retracted her head and stretched out her two fingers to gesture to Wu Dao, asking him if he could be a thief.

Wu Dao shook his head, raised his hand and gestured around his neck, meaning that it might be the murderer. Yun Xing pointed at Wu Dao and pointed at the bedroom. Should he catch him?

Wu Dao continued to shake his head and pressed his palm down, meaning that Yun Xing would wait a little longer.

"Why didn't you put it here?" The man in the bedroom muttered, closed the drawer and stood up and walked towards the bedside table. At this angle, you could see Yun Xing hiding on the balcony. She was so scared that she was praying secretly against the corner of the wall.

The bedside table opened and the man continued to search. Yun Xing slowly opened one eye and looked at the man. Seeing that the other party was rummaging through the cabinet, she held her breath and took off a clothes hanger. She shook her hand and threw it at the door while the other party was not paying attention. At the same time, she rushed towards Wu Dao on tiptoe.

"Dong", the clothes hanger hit the door of the second bedroom and landed on the ground, making a "bang" sound. The man trembled all over and turned his head to look at the door, his eyes widened.

Wu Dao and Yun Xing held their breath close to the windowsill, and the room was silent.

"Who?" The man stretched his neck and looked at the door.

This frightened Wu Dao and Yun Xing's muscles tightened.

"Who?" the man asked again, moving his feet carefully, tilting his head to stare at the door.

There was no movement in the room, and he continued to move his footsteps with his fists.

"Who?" The man's pronunciation trembled slightly. He swallowed his saliva, and continued to walk forward with his teeth. It took him nearly two minutes to finish it.

The man swallowed his saliva again, hesitated for a moment, his head tilted to the other side to look at the living room. At this moment, a black shadow rushed out of the balcony and lay quickly beside the bed.

The man who walked to the door hurriedly turned around. The black shadow on the balcony window made him breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes glaring like eggs. When he saw clearly that it was his own shadow, he quickly turned around and looked behind him.

Yun Xing raised his hand and took off another clothes hanger, and Wu Dao quickly got into the quilt.

"Swoosh", the clothes hanger took off and hit the man's back. "Spang", the man suddenly turned around. Before he could see what he was hit, he saw the quilt on the bed lifting up. It seemed that someone was about to get out of the quilt.

The man wanted to stare out of his eyes, his upper teeth hit his lower teeth, and his mouth made a "hehe" sound.

The quilt continues to be lifted up.
Chapter completed!