She got out of bed, walked to the closet, took out a piece of clothing, held it in her hand and touched it. It was made of pure cotton and was very comfortable.
It's Chu Wuzheng's T-shirt.
When the two of them lived together before, she could see at a glance how loose and comfortable this piece was, so she grabbed it and made it into pajamas.
When she was packing her luggage six years ago, she put this dress at the bottom.
She had made up her mind to just leave it like this and forget about it as time went by... But the first night she slept in the United States, she put it on.
I wore it for six more years after that.
To talk about the time this dress has been neglected, except for being transported around in the suitcase, that is this period of time.
After Shen Shiyu put it on, he lay back on the bed.
The familiar touch made her feel comfortable and at ease.
No matter how many times the clothes have been washed, Shen Shiyu can still feel Chu Wuzheng's breath from it, quietly surrounding her, as if she is in his arms.
The sky was already turning pale, Shen Shiyu's eyelids finally began to fight, and she fell into a deep sleep.
"The deceased's name is Hu Yao, female, 25 years old, and her occupation is the owner of a daily necessities store. The interpersonal relationship is relatively simple." The big face stood in front of the whiteboard and spoke first. "The deceased's husband is an employee of a company. I just signed a divorce agreement some time ago."
Xiang Hang chewed the food in his mouth twice, swallowed it and quickly threw away the lunch box.
"We have interrogated the deceased's husband, Li Tian, and he said that he and the deceased had not been in contact for a long time and that the reason for their divorce was personality disharmony."
"Li Tian said that the house where Hu Yao lived was originally rented by the two of them to provide for the elderly in the family. However, since their wedding room was the house of Li Tian's family, Hu Yao had no money after the divorce, so now he can only rent it temporarily. Live there.”
"The environment at the scene is still spotless, no clues were found, and the music disc player found is no different from before." Liao Shuai posted the photo.
Speaking of the scene, Da Lian added a few words. "There is another detail at the scene, which is the placement of the player. In the previous cases, the player was always placed near the corpse, but this time the corpse was placed near the corpse. Outside the house, the player was found inside the house."
After saying that, he gestured with a big face for Chen Kerong to start.
"The deceased woman was 25 years old. The time of death was determined to be between nine and ten o'clock last night."
Chen Kerong handed the report to Chu Wuzheng.
"The cause of death can be determined to be strangulation. The skin around and inside the groove on the deceased's neck was severely peeled off, so the material of the murder weapon should be relatively rough. The murderer strangled it around the deceased's neck, causing the deceased to suffer from compressive suffocation."
"In addition, there were many injuries on the deceased's body, such as slight subcutaneous bleeding on the face, and varying degrees of hematoma and contusion on the waist and abdomen. These injuries can basically be determined to be caused by bare hands."
"Thank you." Chu Wuzheng put the report aside after reading it, and then tilted his head. "What about you?"
Guyang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly read from the notebook in his hand. "We visited Hu Yao's parents. They said that Hu Yao dropped out of high school, and then her family paid for her to open a store. She usually works in the store with The salespeople work together and rarely have contact with outsiders."
There were only so many general clues. After summarizing them, Chu Wuzheng began to arrange the next work.
"Gu Yang, go check Hu Yao's movements in the past few days. Record all the people he has come into contact with and the places he stayed."
"Big face, take someone to Hu Yao's store, ask the salesperson who works with her, and copy back all the surveillance cameras in her store."
"Xiang Hang, you and I will reconsider the scene."
The police officers quickly left the office.
Chu Wuzheng raised his hand and followed Xiang Hang.
Just as he was about to go out, Chen Kerong called Chu Wuzheng from behind.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked as she walked next to him.
Chu Wuzheng looked at his wrist and smiled. "It's fine now."
Chen Kerong stared at him for a few seconds and then walked out of the office.
While walking through the corridor, Chu Wuzheng kept looking at his phone, but after swiping it a few times and not seeing any messages, he reluctantly put it back.
Xiang Hang started the car first, and he followed behind. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, his arm was yanked so hard that he almost lost his grip on the lighter.
He turned around and saw He Mengmeng's smiling face.
Looking down again, I saw that she was still holding the folder that she hadn't put back in time, and it seemed that she had followed her all the way.
"Wow, your lighter seems very expensive." He Mengmeng was surprised when she saw the brand on it.
Chu Wuzheng put it back in his pocket and said casually, "Something from home."
This is absolutely correct, this is what his father sells.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Brother, let me go with you." He Mengmeng said.
"How is that possible?" Chu Wuzheng refused. "You are from the technical department, so going out to work has nothing to do with you."
Just as he was about to leave, He Mengmeng took his arm and said coquettishly, "Just let me go. Isn't it just to re-examine the scene? It's not a dangerous thing."
"Impossible." Chu Wuzheng's attitude was firm.
He Mengmeng wanted to say something else, but he interrupted directly. "Go back."
After saying that, he took his hand out and walked directly to the parking lot.
Just after taking two steps, something suddenly hit me behind me.
Chu Wuzheng turned around and saw the folder that fell to the ground and He Mengmeng's angry face.
"Why are you so fierce?" She complained softly.
Having said that, Chu Wuzheng did feel that what he did was a bit inappropriate. After all, it was normal for people to be curious, and he also promised that his father would be more considerate.
So he knelt down, picked up the folder, walked back and handed it to her.
"I'm doing things according to the rules, not against you." Chu Wuzheng said softly. "Go back."
"Then you can have dinner with me tonight." He Mengmeng said.
"Have a meal?"
"I see my colleagues in the cafeteria eating together in groups of three or two, and I'm always alone. It's very embarrassing. Is that okay? Is that okay?"
Chu Wuzheng could only nod. "Okay, if I have time."
He Mengmeng laughed again, hugged the folder in her hand tightly, and trotted back to the police building.
Chu Wuzheng and Xiang Hang returned to the small house where the crime occurred. After putting on gloves and shoe covers, they observed carefully in the bedroom and living room respectively.
Nothing was found at the door cracks, window cracks, and floor joints.
In the end, Chu Wuzheng found a black hair on a pillowcase in the cabinet, and Hu Yao had dyed his hair blonde a few years ago.
According to Li Tian, the two have had no contact since Hu Yao moved here.
Whose hair is this?
Xiang Hang called the landlady over and asked her to think carefully about whether Hu Yao had ever brought a man to his house. She said she had never seen it before.
While questioning him, Chu Wuzheng noticed that there was a person in the room, looking out through the window and poking his head from time to time.
"Who is inside?" he asked.
"My nephew," the landlady replied. "If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have gotten into this!"
"How do you say it?" Xiang Hang asked.
"My nephew and the girl renting the apartment are classmates. Originally, I wasn't planning to rent to her..." The landlady still felt regretful when she mentioned it.
Just as he was talking, the door to the back room was suddenly knocked open, and a 18-meter-old young man staggered out.
"Auntie, don't talk nonsense."
He looked anxious, as if he didn't want the landlady to mention him.
But the words have been spoken, and Chu Wuzheng and Xiang Hang have also heard them. They cannot take them back.