Every time Liu Xintao cleaned, she would start from the study room on the second floor, and today was no exception. But as soon as she entered the room, she saw the police uniform on the desk.
According to her, Fu Hongbin loves to be clean. He doesn't throw his clothes around, let alone put them on the table. Moreover, he always takes good care of his police uniform and hangs it up every time he takes it off.
This is the first time this has happened today.
She felt strange and wanted to take the police uniform to the closet to hang it, but she saw the suicide note pressed next to it.
Although Liu Xintao was not highly educated, she still knew the words. When she saw the words suicide note written on it, she was frightened and quickly called Gu Jingzhi.
Gu Jingzhi didn't believe it at first, and asked her if she had made a mistake. The two started a video call, and Liu Xintao pointed the camera at the suicide note for her to read, and Gu Jingzhi had to believe it.
She asked Liu Xintao to turn on the video and go to other rooms to check it out. When she opened the door to the master bedroom bathroom, the two women screamed at the same time across the screen.
After all, Gu Jingzhi was a university professor, and she was much calmer and calmer than Liu Xintao in situations of trouble. She calmed down her mood slightly and told Liu Xintao not to do anything. She immediately left and went downstairs to wait for people from the Public Security Bureau.
"I did what Jingzhi said. Except for pushing through the door, I didn't touch anywhere." Liu Xintao clasped his hands together and moved his fingers uneasily, "But there must be my footprints on the ground and the handrail of the stairs."
And the study room..."
"Don't worry, no one will doubt you just because you left fingerprints and footprints." Duanmo comforted her again, and then asked, "Did you see Director Fu when you came to clean the house the day before yesterday?"
The day before yesterday was Sunday, so Fu Hongbin should be at home, but I don't know if he worked overtime that day.
"Yes." Liu Xintao nodded, "He was in the study when I came."
Duan Mo asked: "Is there anything unusual about him?"
"I knocked on the door, and he asked me to clean other rooms first. When he was about to finish cleaning the second floor, he opened the door. There was a strong smell of cigarette smoke in the room, and there were a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray." Liu Xintao said, "I don't
Do you know if this is an anomaly?"
Lu Wuchuan frowned slightly: "How is his mood?"
"He said he was tired when he came out of the study. He went to rest for a while, and then went to the bedroom." Liu Xintao replied, "I finished all the work and left without looking at him again."
"Does he usually smoke a lot at home?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
Liu Xintao shook his head: "I almost never smoked before, but recently, there is an ashtray in the study. Every time I come here, there are a few cigarette butts, and that day was the most."
Duan Mo didn't understand why he was so entangled in this matter. He asked with his eyes and heard him say: "Fu Ju is not a big smoker."
"How do you know?"
"There was a case where a special task force was set up before, and I had contact with him." After Lu Wuchuan finished speaking, he asked Liu Xintao, "How many days has Professor Jian been gone?"
"Hey, the trip took a bit long this time, it's been seven or eight days."
"Can you wash the tableware and other things used by the Bureau yourself?"
Liu Xintao didn't understand why he asked this, but still replied: "Put them all in the pool. I will clean them up when I come."
"Have you noticed any extra cups, plates, etc. recently? For example, some guests have come, and there are a few extra teacups, water glasses or fruit plates."
When someone comes to your home, you have to entertain them anyway. Even if you don’t make tea and serve fruits, you still have to pour a glass of water.
"No." Liu Xintao shook her head and thought of something else. She said, "The coffee machine at home has been used. Hong Bin doesn't usually drink coffee. I don't know if he suddenly wanted to drink it or if there was a guest. Coffee
Only one cup was used."
"What day?"
Liu Xintao pinched her fingers and thought for a while, then said, "I looked at it last Monday. I don't know if it was used that day."
There was the sound of footsteps upstairs, and Jiang Muyang thumped halfway down the stairs: "Lijun Lu, that's it."
The inspection of the bathroom has ended, and Bao Sheng began to inspect other places.
After taking precautions, Duanmo followed Lu Wuchuan into the bathroom.
The bathroom heater has been turned off, but in the relatively closed space, the heat still has not dissipated.
The blood on Fu Hongbin's abdominal wound has coagulated, but has not dried up. It is still a little sticky to the touch. The same is true for other blood stains. Only the thinner edges have dried up and are different in color.
He closed his eyes tightly, and the Sichuan lines between his eyebrows were slightly heavy, but they did not appear to be very painful. His right hand was spread out by his side, and it had slipped from the handle of the knife, leaving traces of blood on his white shirt.
Obvious drag marks.
"If the temperature is so high, will there be a deviation in the time of death?" Duan Mo asked.
Lu Wuchuan said "hmm", checked the body spots and rigor mortis, and then opened Fu Hongbin's eyelids to check.
He calculated silently in his mind, and after a while, he said: "The time of death was probably between 11 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock this morning, and the error should not exceed one hour."
"Is it suicide?"
Duan Mo had never met Fu Hongbin, but photos of the Municipal Bureau's leadership team were posted in the lobby on the first floor. I had also heard him speak at the overall meeting, and it was hard to recognize him.
"Judging from the position of the blade and the handle, yes."
Lu Wuchuan's voice was extremely soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the deceased.
"But there is a prerequisite..." He paused for a moment, "it must be in a state of complete sanity."
After a person takes certain drugs, the central nervous system is affected, feelings and emotions will be changed, and even illusions and hallucinations about time and space will occur, leading to self-distortion, delusions and split thinking. In this case, people often make
Some unexpected things, such as...suicide.
"Eighty percent of people who commit suicide are patients with depression." Yan Yishuai, who had just gone out for air, appeared at the door of the bathroom. "How likely is it that Fu Jun suffers from depression?"
"What do you think?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
"It stands to reason, not even a percent." Yan Yishuai squatted down and said, "You have been working in the police field for decades, so your mental quality can't be so bad, right?"
Lu Wuchuan answered while conducting an on-site autopsy: "From an external perspective, stress, bad mental stimulation, and even irregular work and rest times may be the triggers. From an internal perspective, an imbalance of neurotransmitters in the central nervous system is also the pathogenesis.
.Depressive patients are not necessarily people with poor psychological quality and fragile people. Moreover, this disease is not difficult to conceal. If many people do not commit suicide, no one will know that they are suffering from severe depression."
"But I still can't believe that Fu Ju would be depressed and commit suicide. It's so unscientific." Yan Yishuai shook his head, always finding it difficult to accept.
"Look carefully to see if there are any psychotropic drugs in his home."
Regardless of whether it is true or not, we cannot rely on subjective assumptions. Although Lu Wuchuan does not believe that Fu Hongbin committed suicide due to depression, he still needs to find the evidence that should be found.