When Yuan Chen and Li Ting rushed to the scene, it was almost 11 o'clock in the evening.
The crime occurred in Baiyun New Village, Chengdong District, in an older residential area. The communities in this area have a history of at least 20 years.
There are already many police officers busy inside the house.
After Yuan Chen and Li Ting showed their IDs, they walked into the crime scene.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard a woman crying. Qian Cheng was sitting opposite her and taking notes.
She covered her face with her hands, her thin back twitching violently, and tears flowed silently down her fingers.
She sat slumped on the sofa, her whole body twitching, and her suppressed and painful sighs seemed to be extracted with difficulty from the depths of her soul, and spread around the room, weaving a dark blue picture of sadness, and the lights
It also became hazy and light.
Apparently, she should be the mistress of this room.
Then the male host...
Qian Cheng also stood up when he saw the two people arriving.
He said a few words to the hostess and then walked towards the two of them.
"It's really hard on you to ask you to come here at this hour."
He patted Yuan Chen on the shoulder.
His face was sallow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had two big dark circles. He was really tired these days. He had a lot of work in the bureau, and there was also a new baby and a confinement baby at home.
My wife also has a lot more white hair.
It’s so difficult to be a man!
Yuan Chen looked around but didn't see that familiar figure.
"Where's Mr. Hao Weida? Is he in there?"
"Ah!"
Qian Cheng snorted, "I don't know what happened. I never answer his phone calls. But there is no news yet."
"Really, let me try."
Yuan Chen took out his cell phone and began to mutter in his mind: Where could this damn fat man go to die at night? He wouldn't be considered dead even if he slept.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please call again later. Sorry, the number you..."
The widow's voice sounded like her dead husband's again on the phone.
I really can't get through.
"Forget it, ignore him for now and let's talk about the situation."
Qian Cheng nodded.
"At around ten o'clock this evening, we received a report that a man hanged himself in this house.
The woman who reported the case was the woman sitting over there, she was also the first person to discover the body, her name is Zhang Yan."
"Hang yourself..."
Yuan Chen held his chin and muttered to himself.
"Where is the body?"
"It's in the bedroom, follow me."
Qian Cheng led the way, and Yuan Chen and Li Ting followed.
When passing Zhang Yan, Yuan Chen glanced at her. She had stopped sobbing and her face became extremely gloomy.
The size of the bedroom is not large, only about 17 or 8 square meters. There are no special furnishings. There are cracks in many places on the walls. It seems that the house is indeed old.
Of course, the most exciting scenes are certainly not these.
On the floor of the room, a man was lying there. His body was originally suspended in the air by the rope in the center of the ceiling, but now it has been lowered.
Crouching next to the man was a petite woman, and Yuan Chen recognized her at a glance.
"Forensic Doctor Qin, are you busy here?"
Qin Mengke raised his head, feeling a little happy.
"Officer Yuan, are you here too?"
"Yes, I came here with Officer Li."
Qin Mengke saw Li Ting behind him with a strange expression.
"Oh, it's so late, you two are still staying together..."
"Mengke, tell me about the corpse. Did you find anything?"
It was Qian Cheng who spoke first.
Li Ting also heard Qin Mengke's words just now, and her expression was a little unnatural. She couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Qin Mengke turned his head back again.
"Judging from the strangulation marks on the deceased's neck, this was a typical mechanical suffocation death."
Yuan Chen squatted down and couldn't help but move closer to Qin Mengke.
She pushed the deceased's head back so that the neck was exposed to the light. She moved very skillfully, as if she was playing with a toy.
Thinking about it, these female forensic doctors are really scary. Maybe they have been using fruit knives to disembowel the teddy bears and Barbie dolls beside the bed since they were children.
"Pay attention to this strangulation mark."
She pointed to the deceased's neck.
"This kind of rope trench drawn by the rope is called an overflow ditch. The bottom of the overflow ditch is the deepest and becomes shallower as it rises to both sides. Due to the simultaneous occlusion of the carotid arteries on both sides, the face of the corpse looks extremely pale. Based on these two points, the deceased can be judged
He was hanged, not forcibly strangled."
She then moved the corpse's head to one side, exposing the side of the neck.
"There are no scratches near the strangulation marks. If the deceased was forcibly hanged, he would subconsciously wrap his hands around the rope and pull outwards, resulting in scratches."
She put her hands under her neck and made a similar movement. This kind of movement is often seen in horror movies and is not difficult to imagine.
"Generally speaking, scratches on the neck are an important basis for judging whether the hanged person was a homicide."
"Oh? So, there are no scratches on the deceased's neck. Does that mean..."
"Yes, I still tend to commit suicide in this case. Of course, further analysis requires taking the body back for autopsy."
"That's it..."
Yuan Chen walked out of the bedroom. Zhang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a water glass in her hand. When Yuan Chen walked out, she was just about to raise the glass to drink water.
Yuan Chen didn't walk over. Qian Cheng had just reminded him to be considerate of the family's sadness at the moment and not to ask too many questions. He also roughly explained the contents of Zhang Yan's interrogation just now.
This is a family of three. The deceased's name is Wei Chunlai, Zhang Yan's husband. They also have a son named Wei Chen who is currently unemployed at home looking for a job. However, tonight, he has been arranged by the police to go to a hotel.
Regarding her husband's death, Zhang Yan's behavior was very normal. The surprise, pain, sadness, and now calmness were all clearly reflected on her face. This is also a relatively normal reaction when learning that a relative has died.
After all, being too calm and too painful can make people suspicious.
Apart from this, she knew nothing about her husband's death.
Did the husband have any enemies during his lifetime?
--have no idea.
Has your husband ever encountered anything unsatisfactory at work?
——Unclear.
Has your husband been acting anxious lately?
--Did not notice
…………
As a wife, she has no clue about her husband's various behaviors, which is quite rare even for an experienced police officer like Qian Cheng.
He also joked that if his little wife could be like Zhang Yan and ignore her, he would be ten times happier if he talked less.
Yuan Chen also noticed that in their home, there were only some photos of their son Wei Chen, but not a single one about the couple.
There are no wedding photos, no photography, not even the slightest trace...
"How should I put it? Judging from the feeling she gives me, I feel like she is not like a wife, but more like a tenant, a foreign tenant renting in this house."