Lu Wuchuan's eyes swept across his face, he said a low "hmm" and walked towards the courtyard.
The scene was a bit awkward. Duan Mo shook his head towards Yu Chengwei and motioned for him to follow him quickly. As he walked, he asked: "What's going on inside?"
Yu Chengwei took two steps quickly and said: "The reporter was the nanny of this family. When he came this afternoon, he found Di Xu, the owner of this place, dead in the bedroom. There was a deep wound on his left wrist and bleeding.
There was a lot of blood, and it was everywhere. There was a knife at the scene, and it looked like he committed suicide by cutting his wrists."
"Why do we still need to come after the decision is finalized?" Lu Wuchuan walked up the steps without looking back and said this coldly.
Yu Chengwei paused slightly and explained: "The main reason is that the doors and windows are all intact and have not been pried. There are no signs of fighting in the bedroom. The knife fell on the right side of the deceased..."
"Let's take us to the scene first." Duanmo didn't let him finish.
In the absence of an on-site investigation report and an autopsy report, no one can make an arbitrary conclusion. Lu Wuchuan's face is already not very good-looking. If he continues to talk, he may not know how to attack others.
Yu Chengwei pointed to the stairs at the back of the living room: "It's on the third floor. Follow me."
Going up to the third floor is a living room. Sitting on the sofa near the door is a girl in police uniform, and a woman in her forties sitting on the corner of the sofa wiping tears.
Yu Chengwei introduced both parties. The girl’s surname was Wei, and her name was Wei Meng. She was also a police officer from the Xinghai Road Police Station. This weekend, she and Yu Chengwei were on duty when they received a call from the command center and rushed over directly.
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The woman was Li Fengmei, the nanny of the Di Xu family. She discovered the body and called the police.
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Muyang poked his head out of the door on one side: "Team Lu, elementary school girls, you are here!"
Duanmo let out a sigh: "Muyang, why are you here?"
Jiang Muyang shrugged helplessly: "I went out with my mother to hang out, and I came right over after receiving the call."
"Did you drive that little orange car outside?"
"Hmm~~~My Queen Mother's car shows off, right?"
Duanmo picked it up with his thumb, it was really cool.
Lu Wuchuan threw the Oxford bag to her, interrupting the conversation between the two. Duanmo took out gloves, a mask and shoe covers from the bag, and took out a white coat and skillfully put it on for him.
"Have your family been notified?" Lu Wuchuan asked while buttoning up.
"I don't know where the deceased's cell phone was, so we didn't dare to look through it." Wei Meng replied, "Li Fengmei called his assistant as soon as she found the body. He asked her to call the police. The assistant is on the way.
On the way, we can arrive later."
Lu Wuchuan glanced at Yu Chengwei: "Go downstairs and guard. No one else is allowed in except our people."
"Yes, Army Corps!" Yu Chengwei stood at attention, turned around and ran downstairs.
"Lu Lie," Wei Meng leaned forward slightly, "What do you need me to do?"
Lu Wuchuan acted as if he didn't hear anything and carried the survey box directly into the bedroom.
Duanmo lifted up the edge of the mask, walked around Wei Meng who was blocking her, and followed in.
The bedroom is quite large, and there is a terrace connected to the living room outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking out from the window is a golden beach and blue sea.
The interior is decorated in the light luxury style that is more popular nowadays. There are no complicated designs or dazzling decorations.
But every detail and everything reveals low-key luxury.
A man wearing black silk pajamas is lying on his back on the right side of the white European-style antique bed. His head is slightly tilted to the left, his eyes are slightly closed, his right hand is resting on his lower abdomen, and his left hand is open at a 45-degree angle to the body.
There is a wound on the wrist that is more than an inch long, and the flesh is turned outwards, which shows how strong the knife was when it was cut.
The light blue quilt was thrown aside, with the corners curled up, and the hand was half resting on it. It was so white that it was almost transparent, forming a sharp contrast with the almost dry, dark purple blood.
A knife with a wooden handle fell on the right side of the bed. The blade of the knife, which glowed with cold metal, and the carpet were also stained with blood.
After more than half a year of working together, the members of the special case team cooperated very well.
Duan Mo stood beside Lu Wuchuan and recorded his dictation one by one.
Yan Yishuai and Lu Dongming arrived, and the examination of the body was just halfway through.
Lu Wuchuan asked Duan Mo to inquire with Yan Yishuai and called Lu Dongming in to replace her.
Li Fengmei still sat in her original position without moving. Her mood was better than before, at least she no longer cried.
Wei Meng took the initiative to give up the single sofa, walked to a position not far from the bedroom door, put her hands in her trouser pockets, and looked inside intently.
Yan Yishuai sat near the window and raised his chin. The obvious intention was to let Duan Mo ask first.
Duan Mo sat down in the seat vacated by Wei Meng and turned slightly to the side, half facing Li Fengmei. This angle made it easier to talk without making people feel oppressive.
"I call you Sister Li, is it okay?"
Li Fengmei nodded.
Duanmo raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Sister Li, how long have you been working here?"
"Almost a year and a half."
"The time is not short. Are you going to live here or come here every day?"
"Live here."
"Are there any days off?"
"One day off every week."
"Is your home far from here?"
"It's not too far. It takes about an hour by car and walking."
"You're going to go home for one night on Saturday and come back on Sunday?"
"Um."
Listening to the ordinary conversation between the two, Wei Meng frowned slightly and turned her head. This didn't seem like a question, and none of her words were on point.
Li Fengmei felt uncomfortable looking at her and leaned against the armrest of the sofa.
Duanmo patted her knee: "Sister Li, you can only go home once a week. Will your family have any objections?"
"My son lives in school and doesn't usually come home. His father drives a truck and travels long distances, and he's gone for days. It doesn't matter if I'm at home or not."
"What grade is the child in?"
"Second year of high school."
"Oh, you can't tell. You are so young and your child is already so old."
No matter what age or status women are, they are happy to hear people praise themselves for their youth.
Li Fengmei was no exception. She raised her hand and brushed the broken hair around her ears, and said sheepishly: "You are so young. You are looking at someone who has abandoned forty and gone for fifty."
Duanmo's eyebrows were curved: "When you go back on the weekend, can you have time with your child?"
"Basically, it's almost the same. Their school has half-day classes on Saturdays and returns to school on Sunday nights. I cook the food on Sunday, and he heats it up and eats it by himself in the evening before going to school."
Li Fengmei relaxed and spoke more than before, no longer just answering with a few words.
"It saves worry when the children are older." Duanmo turned over a page of the inquiry transcript without leaving a trace, "Sister Li, how many people usually live here?"
"Mr. Di is the only one, and he's not here often." Li Fengmei said.