When we were saying goodbye, Huang Mao's cell phone rang.
He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and when he saw it, it was actually a call from the leader of the brigade, saying that Zheng Jie had a complete alibi and needed him to go back and provide information.
"There must be something wrong with Zheng Jie. You can't explain this at once. Remember to go to the forensic doctor Lao Tang. He followed me to interrogate Zheng Amei, who is Zheng Jie's mother..."
Chen Shu gave Huang Mao some concise advice, but we are all adults, and we have to walk on our own paths, and we cannot let others help us for the rest of our lives.
When the group returned to the hotel, Chen Chuan took Jiang Hai and ran to the Japanese restaurant on the top floor, which was open until early in the morning. During this period, the work meals and takeaways, which were full of high-tech activities, had already left this young man with a feeling of confusion.
On the way back in the car, Chen Chuan kept clamoring for a meal of fresh local seafood.
Zhu Yiba joked that they were all nuclear-contaminated condiments. He didn't dare to eat them, so he went upstairs to rest.
Chen Shu was also very tired and went straight back to his room to sleep.
I slept soundly that night, but my phone was still quiet.
The next morning, Chen Shu woke up and immediately turned on the cell phone placed beside his pillow, but did not receive the message he wanted.
Switching to the address book page and looking at the familiar names and mobile phone numbers, Chen Shu just couldn't press his fingers to dial them.
After struggling for a long time, he finally sighed and threw the phone on the bedside table.
After getting up and washing up, Chen Shu went downstairs to have breakfast. While wandering around the hotel to eat, he subconsciously turned a corner to another direction in the hotel lobby and went around to the back of the building.
As mentioned before, everyone can see that there is something wrong with the behavior of Zheng Jie and Zheng Amei when facing the police.
But there is a problem but it cannot be determined that there is evidence. Judging from the call Huang Mao received from the leader last night, he must have met Naiti during the investigation.
Chen Shu is a policeman at heart and can never sit still for a moment.
Standing in the open space under the window of the crime scene, Chen Shu raised his head, looked at the simple exterior wall, and imagined the deceased who lived on the third floor and Zheng Jie who lived on the fourth floor.
"According to the time of death identified by the forensic medical examiner, Zheng Jie had been drinking in the bar during that period and was indeed unable to escape to the scene of the crime."
"But whether it's his mother, Zheng Amei, or himself, judging from the state they showed, it's no surprise that they are the murderers."
"But the window was locked and the room looked like a secret room. How did he get in? How did he get out after the murder?"
"Evidence...evidence..."
"rope?"
"Climb down with a rope? But the window is locked!"
"In other words, where is this second, missing rope?"
Chen Shu held his chin and thought hard. Time flew by.
"Conan, why are you still working here? Are you tired?"
A sound came from behind. Chen Shu looked back and saw Chen Chuan leaning on the wall in the corner, looking over with a half-smile.
Chen Shu glanced upstairs with recollection, shrugged, and walked outside and said, "No, I just can't figure out how Zheng Jie would handle the scene..."
When they passed the corner, Chen Chuan followed them side by side and joked: "My Conan book, please leave some work for our brothers in Yun Province, don't always take everything on yourself. It's very tiring for you to be like this."
of..."
For some reason, Chen Shu thought of Zhang Yang who had gone to the border of Yun Province again. He didn't know how she was doing recently and whether he should make a call.
I don't know what I am struggling with.
Chen Shu couldn't help but sigh again.
Chen Chuanchao glanced at him and knew that his old classmate was lost in thought, with a very worried and troubled look on his face.
As a close comrade-in-arms for more than ten years, for Chen Chuan, Chen Shu could really tell what he was thinking by sticking out his butt.
Chen Chuan kicked the gravel on the ground and said helplessly: "Miss your little reporter again? I can tell you, I will never follow you to that place again this time. Bah, is that a place where people go?
"
After a pause, Chen Chuan emphasized his tone: "I won't go even if you beat him to death!"
Chen Shu came back to his senses and replied angrily and funnyly: "Who told you to go to Burma?"
Chen Chuan made a "chee" sound and said sarcastically: "With the way you looked so excited just now, do you dare to say that you haven't even thought about it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shu stopped.
He turned to Chen Chuan, stared at him, and said seriously: "In the future, I will never let you fall into danger again, I promise."
When these words came out of Chen Shu's mouth, Chen Chuan's brain suddenly shut down and he suddenly froze. It took about two or three seconds to regain his breath.
"Cut~the meat is not numb..."
Chen Chuan subconsciously omitted the word "you" in Chen Shu's words.
He raised his hands and held the back of his head and walked forward. He rarely walked in front of Chen Shu, but he couldn't help but raise the curve of his mouth to the sky.
It's like an AK-47 with the connecting point turned on, it can't be suppressed no matter what.
In fact, as long as you beg me, nothing is certain... Chen Chuan thought in his heart.
The two came to the elevator in the hotel lobby and swiped their cards to enter.
The elevator reached the third floor in just a few seconds. This was the floor where they lived and where the murder occurred a few days ago.
After turning the corner and passing the room where the crime was found, Chen Chuan stopped, pressed one hand on the door, and joked: "Why don't you go in and read the book?"
Chen Shu shook his head: "Everyone has been arrested, what else are you looking at?"
Chen Chuan was in a good mood and teased: "What do you think, I don't know? I feel really itchy."
Chen Shu really wanted to go in. His intuition told him that after collecting so much information, he would definitely get a clearer answer by going back and investigating the scene.
But seeing that there was still a police seal on it, he hesitated.
Chen Chuan leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette for himself, blew out a long circle of smoke, and looked happily at his old classmate, who was always known for his rigidity.
After Zhu Yiba's drunk driving incident last time, Chen Chuan has realized the changes in Chen Shu. This change can be said to be flexible in handling, but can be said to be a compromise with reality.
To put it simply, Chen Shu is no longer the upright and selfless person he was before.
Starting to...become...used to violating principles?
"So, which Chen Shu do I like more? How about I just tear it up for him? Seeing how entangled he is, I am really more entangled than him..." Chen Chuan, whose face was covered by smoke, couldn't help but tear it up directly.
He couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Whoosh.
Wow.
A gust of wind blew in from the half-open window at the end of the corridor, and the seal that had been on the door for a long time was blown around. After struggling for a long time, it broke open with a hiss, and then slowly fell to the ground.
on the ground.
Chen Chuan lowered his head and looked at the seal lying on the ground, but he still hadn't recovered his thoughts for a while.
When he suddenly looked up, he saw Chen Shu who had already put on gloves and shoe covers. He unscrewed the handle of the door and walked in.
"You kid, you went out to have breakfast, you even put on disposable gloves and shoe covers, and you said you didn't want to see it. How dishonest!" Chen Chuan laughed, dropped the cigarette butt and stamped it out.
The light in the room was not very bright, it was still the same as the previous few days, groggy.
Entering the room, Chen Shu started from the door, from the outside to the inside, and looked at the toilet, wardrobe, bedroom, big bed, table, chair and window one by one, using six seconds as a benchmark to simulate what Zheng Amei could do.
something.
What can you do with six seconds?
Destroy evidence at the scene?
The most that can be done is to hide the evidence in the pocket, and the missing second rope that was cut cannot be hidden.
If it was a small item, there was no need for Zheng Amei to put on special gloves. She could just open the door, take the item and put it on her body.
The only purpose of wearing gloves is to prevent fingerprints.
Where can't you leave a hotel cleaner's fingerprints?
Toilet, corpse, or bedding?
Is there any place where you can't leave fingerprints for the police to find?
Let me discover it?
Where would I most like to find cleaning fingerprints?
After reading inside, Chen Shu walked to the window, opened the handle on the window, twisted it, locked it, then unlocked it, and opened the window completely.
I stuck my head out and looked outside a few times, but found nothing.
Remembering that Zheng Jie's room happened to be on the fourth floor, Chen Shu recalled it carefully for a moment and realized that the last digits of Zheng Jie's room number were almost the same as the room where the deceased lived. One was No. 4 and the other was No. 6. They should be on the fourth floor.
above.
Chen Shu twisted his body and looked up, imagining the scene where Zheng Jie might be suspended from upstairs by a rope and successfully enter the room.
"This is a good idea."
Withdrawing his head, Chen Shu closed the window and locked it again in line with his long-standing habit of keeping the crime scene as it was.
Just as Chen Shu turned around and walked elsewhere, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned back to face the locked window.
"For secret room murder, whether it is the police or the murderer, the most important thing is to figure out where to enter and leave."
A burst of sophistication came from the corridor outside. Chen Shu turned around and saw his old classmate leaning against the door frame, looking at him with the corner of his mouth raised.
Chen Shu blurted out: "Chen Chuan, do you know?"
"You know what the heck!" Chen Chuan leaned against the door frame and laughed heartily, "I have been watching "Detective" in the past few days. I was so exhausted that I couldn't help but drink it."
Chen Shu mechanically raised the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was also stupid, how could he seek advice from this well-known young master in the bureau.
Looking back, when he focused his eyes on the window handle again, inspiration hit Chen Shu's mind like a rising tide on the riverside.
He looked down at his white-gloved hands, then glanced at the window handle nearby. For a moment, he was sure that he had found the key to the secret room.
In order to verify his thoughts, Chen Shu walked to the door of the room, took out his cell phone and turned on the timer, quickly ran from the door to the window, pulled the window's lock handle, and finally trotted back to the door.
I raised my hand and saw that it was only four to five seconds, which was 20% more time than the abnormal five or six seconds of Zheng Amei in the video.
Within six seconds, the window was locked, creating a secret room.
Zheng Jie's alibi is self-defeating.
Snapped!
Chen Chuan, who was leaning against the door, snapped his fingers and narrowed his eyes with a smile.