The police's investigation work has begun. Of course, it can also be said to be Feng Bujue's investigation work.
After chatting with Scofield for a few words, Brother Jue learned that there were only four police officers who came to this mountain villa to investigate the murder this time...except for Scofield and the two men he brought into the house.
, there was one person left outside the house watching the car.
But this is reasonable. A police station in a remote area like this has very limited resources. Sending two police cars and four police officers to the door already shows that they take this case very seriously.
"It's getting late. Detective, would you consider asking your men to take the body back to town for examination first?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, he was kneeling on the floor next to the body and put his head close to Dennis' neck.
He looked at the wound carefully.
At this time, everyone in the corridor outside the door had left. There was a police officer standing guard at the door, and another police officer began to do some preliminary record-keeping work.
"There is only one clinic in town, and I don't think the doctors there can handle this kind of work." Schofield replied, "Such murders rarely happen in our town. If we want to do an autopsy, I'm afraid the body will have to be sent half a day away from here.
Ogilvy City, where the police station is equipped with forensics..."
"Okay." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Just pretend I didn't ask." He said, stood up, walked around behind the sofa chair, held Dennis's head, and moved it lightly for a few minutes.
After a few seconds, he said, "He was strangled to death. The wound was very thin and was placed on the back of the neck. The murder weapon should have been something like a wire or fishing line,"
"Hmm..." Scofield followed Feng Bujue and also saw the condition of the back of Dennis' neck.
Feng Bujue continued, "In addition to the wounds cut by the thread, there are many irregular small wounds on the front of the neck." He raised the hand of the deceased and used a toothpick to pick out the wounds between his nails.
A strand of flesh, said, "Obviously he picked it with his fingers."
Schofield thought for a while and then continued: "Well... was this left behind when someone strangled his neck from behind and tried to pull the thread apart?"
"A futile struggle." Feng Bujue said coldly, "As long as the assailant tightens his grip tightly enough, even if hemp rope is used as the murder weapon, it will be difficult for the victim to dig his fingers into the gap between the hemp rope and the skin, let alone
What about such a thin thread... If the murderer's arm strength is strong enough, it is possible to cut off the entire head."
Listening to Brother Jue's calm narration and looking at his cold and focused expression... even Scofield, a police detective who had seen big scenes, couldn't help but shudder.
"The carpet in front of the sofa chair has traces of being pushed by the toes of the deceased, and several layers were obviously folded forward." Feng Bujue lowered his gaze, "Based on the scratches on the carpet... a preliminary judgment. He
Even though he was strangled to death while sitting on this chair, the murderer did not move him even after he died."
When he said this, Feng Bujue suddenly saw something. He bent down, pushed the deceased's legs slightly away, and picked out a cigarette butt from the cushion of the sofa chair.
The next second, he immediately turned his head and glanced at the ashtray on the small table next to him. There were also a few cigarette butts in it. Brother Jue brought the two to his eyes to compare them, and even got closer and smelled them, confirming that they were the same one.
Behind the sign, he read: "Were you smoking when you were killed..."
"So... the murderer hid somewhere in this room beforehand, sneaked up on the target from behind, and then jumped out to kill him?" Schofield speculated.
Feng Bujue shook his head and replied: "In this room, the only places you can hide are under the bed, in the closet and in the bathroom next door." He walked to the bathroom and gently pushed the bathroom door. The wooden door shaft immediately squeaked.
There was a noise, "Those wooden doors and furniture will probably make this kind of noise. If the murderer is hiding in the bathroom or closet, there will definitely be a noise when he comes out." He came to the bed again, "As for the bed
It would have been difficult to hide an adult underneath, and the face of the deceased was facing the bed and would be visible when he came out."
"That... means that before he was killed, the deceased knew that the murderer was in the same room with him." Schofield thought for a few seconds and then said, "But he was not prepared."
Feng Bujue shrugged and said, "Well, the murderer must be someone who knew Dennis. So, when the murderer walked to the blind spot of Dennis' sight and took out the murder weapon, Dennis was still smoking relaxedly."
"Sure enough, the murderer is in this villa..." Schofield thought thoughtfully.
"What? It sounds like you already have someone to suspect?" Feng Bujue said.
"Uh...just some immature ideas." Schofield said.
"You might as well tell me, detective." Feng Bujue said.
Scofield hesitated for a moment, glanced in the direction of the door (which remained open), and then lowered his voice slightly and said: "I suspect... it's Mr. Colston."
"Oh? How can you see it?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't you think... that old man seems too calm?" Schofield said, "His words and actions are not like the reaction that an old man who has just suffered the pain of losing a son should react."
"No, his reaction is normal. Before you came, that is, when he just learned that his son was killed, he was indeed very excited, but he calmed down faster than ordinary people." Feng Bujue said, "Because
He is not an ordinary old man." He paused, "Colston has at least four obvious signs that he has a military background, and Dennis also mentioned this in front of me. See Colston.
He may have passed more dead bodies than you and I have ever seen alive. He has a strong will and is rational enough. This kind of person will not collapse easily."
Feng Bujue said as he walked to the window, "Also... you have also seen that Mr. Colston needs the help of crutches to walk, and the murderer in this case had to hold the murder weapon in both hands and approach
The victim." As he spoke, his eyes lit up, as if he found something on the edge of the window frame, but his narration did not stop, "Besides...if he and his father were in the same room, Dennis would not turn his back to him.
It’s so disrespectful to smoke and talk at the same time.”
"Did you find anything?" Schofield also noticed Feng Bujue's behavior and quickly followed him to check.
"Ah... I just cracked the murderer's method of escaping from the secret room." Feng Bujue replied in a very relaxed tone, "This is not a difficult problem." He pointed at the window frame, "Look here..."
Scofield looked in the direction Jue Ge pointed and found a trace of blood with a very light color and neat edges, "What does that mean?"
"It means that the murderer directly used the murder weapon to create this secret room." After Feng Bujue said that, he opened the window and looked out. "The foundation of this villa is quite thick, and the window edge is about 1.7 meters from the grass outside." He said.
With that said, he climbed out. This is only the first floor anyway...
"Well...except for Colston and Oliver, everyone else is suspected." Feng Bujue turned over and jumped onto the lawn outside the house, muttered, and then started to lower his head to check the footprints. (To be continued)
