Then, I checked the gas stove and natural gas pipeline again, found the natural gas main valve, closed it, and then left the kitchen after making sure there was no problem. As soon as I arrived in the living room, I heard Wen Xin calling me softly at the door: "Yuan Chen,
Are you okay?"
"Well, the source of the leak has been found and closed." I replied.
Once several windows were opened and convection was formed with the door, I obviously felt that the concentration of natural gas dropped a lot.
I didn't see Shengun when I came out. Crazy Brother said that the medical staff had taken him downstairs and that he had to go to the hospital immediately for rescue. To be on the safe side, Crazy Brother called the team and asked the team to take two people from the people on duty to go first.
The hospital is guarding the staff, and after we finish investigating the scene, we will go over and take turns with them.
I asked the magician if his life was in danger. Crazy Brother shook his head and said he didn't know, and then asked me what happened tonight.
I recounted the MMS story and handed him the phone. Crazy Brother looked at the photos on my phone, clicked on them, and switched to the page with that line of text.
Wen Xin stood nearby, stared at the screen and read the sentence again, and then whispered: "It shouldn't be."
"What shouldn't?" I asked.
Wen Xin replied: "The previous two times, I used leather envelopes to deliver key information to you, and the words were also handwritten. Why is it different this time?"
"I guess I'm afraid of trouble." Crazy Brother said calmly.
"The first time was to put the express delivery in the trash can and tell the courier to pick it up. The second time was to throw the envelope into the guard room and ask Lao Zhang to deliver it. In comparison, the third time was indeed much simpler." Wen Wen
My heart followed the words of crazy brother.
I didn't notice this as carefully as Wen Xin did, because I'm still a little scared. If I wait until I get up tomorrow morning to read that text message, the consequences will be disastrous. And once the magic stick dies, while I hate the murderer,
I'm afraid that I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Speaking of the murderer, I asked Crazy Brother when my colleagues from the trace team would arrive. The murderer entered the room and turned on the natural gas valve, and then went to the bedroom to take photos of the killer. Maybe they would leave some clues, although based on the circumstances of the first two incidents
Look, the possibility of the murderer making such a flaw is very small, but we cannot give up searching for clues because of this.
"It should be arriving soon." When Crazy Brother answered me, he walked to the door, smelled the smell inside, and then turned on the light behind the door.
"Did Shengun call you back later?" Wen Xin asked me softly.
"He came back. I also told him to be careful and remember to lock the door when he got home."
"How do you think the murderer got in?" When Wen Xin asked this question, she stared at the lock on the security door.
"I guess like Ouyang Quan, he is also skilled in unlocking." I answered casually.
At this time, there was a warning sound of the arrival of the elevator. After the door opened, colleagues from the trace team came over. After a conversation with Crazy Brother, the team leader led people into the room, and Crazy Brother followed him in.
At this time, only Wen Xin and I were left in the corridor. She continued what she had just said: "No, the locksmith just said that if the security door is locked from the inside, it will be difficult to open it from the outside. The magician said he doesn't want to die.
, and you specifically reminded him before that he should remember to lock the door, so that the murderer cannot sneak into the room quietly."
I looked at her thoughtful expression and asked, "How do you think the murderer got in?"
"There are only two possibilities that come to mind. Either the murderer knocked on the door and the magician opened the door by himself, or the murderer and the magician returned home together."
"This..." I tried my best to understand the meaning of Wen Xin's words.
Wen Xin continued: "No matter which possibility it is, there is the same premise, that is - the murderer must be an acquaintance whom the magician trusts."
Wen Xin's words once again pointed the finger of suspicion at an acquaintance who committed the crime. The murderer was known to Yao Yuan, Zeng Zhengyi and Shen Gun, so it could only be our colleague.
I thought about Wen Xin's words and thought of a problem. Natural gas has a smell because of the addition of odorous gases. The murderer will definitely not open the valve when the magic stick is awake, but will wait until the magic stick enters a deep sleep state.
Take action, this means that the murderer is staying at Shengun's house!
Who is the colleague that I can let down my guard and bring into my house and stay overnight?
At that time, I was standing facing the door of Shengun's house. Colleagues from the trace team were busy inside. Crazy Brother was sitting on a chair with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke rose and made him unable to open his eyes.
It's open.
"Crazy brother?" When these two words popped into my mind, I was shocked, and then I immediately rejected this ridiculous idea.
Although Crazy Brother has sent Shengun back and there is a possibility of going home with Shengun, even if Crazy Brother comes in the middle of the night, Shengun will definitely open the door for him, even if Crazy Brother wants to sleep on Shengun’s sofa for one night.
There's no problem. On the surface, Crazy Brother is the most suitable person, but I don't believe that Crazy Brother would attack a magician.
Furthermore, in the case of Yao Yuan, Wen Xin and I had already ruled out several members of our team as suspects based on the time of the crime.
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Xin asked, patting me.
"Ah...it's nothing. I'm filtering the people in the team one by one." I replied hurriedly.
"Don't waste your brain cells yet. Let's pray that the magic stick can wake up. I believe he will tell us the correct answer." When Wen Xin said this, her voice was slightly tired. I don't know if it was because she didn't have a good rest, or it was deep in her heart.
Nor did he want to face the possibility that the murderer was his comrade.
I sighed, walked to the door, and asked Crazy Brother if he had any clues. He looked at me and said in a deep voice: "Just wait a little longer."
In the few seconds I looked at Crazy Brother, I saw that his eyes were bloodshot. In the past few days since the incident, as the team leader, he had naturally endured the greatest pressure and had the least time to rest. The former strong man also had to
He showed his tired face.
After waiting for a while, the trace collection work was completed. As for the results, as expected, only some "children's" shoe prints were extracted, and nothing else was found.
"Damn it! This murderer is so cunning!" After listening to the trace team's report, I couldn't help but curse.
"Forget it Yuan Chen, let's go and see the magic stick." Crazy Brother threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and walked straight to the elevator.
I took Crazy Brother's car, Wen Xin drove by herself, and we drove towards the hospital.
Neither Crazy Brother nor I spoke during the whole journey, and the atmosphere in the car was a bit awkward.
When we arrived at the hospital, the red light on the door of the emergency room was still on. The two colleagues standing guard outside said that the patient was in very bad condition. Not only was he suffocating, but sleeping pills were also detected in his blood.
"Sleeping pills? No wonder, this will ensure that he will not wake up midway due to the discomfort of suffocation." Wen Xin immediately thought of the key point.