After Gu Jingzhi ate something, her mental state was better than before, and she went upstairs with Duanmo.
With her assistance, the on-site inspection work went more smoothly, and some clues were discovered.
For example, the room where their son lived before going abroad was locked before. When he opened it today, Bao Sheng found fingerprints, two hairs, and traces of sitting on the bedside.
There is a photo frame on the desk. Inside is a photo of a young man holding a trophy. From his eyebrows, you can tell that this is the son of Fu Hongbin and Gu Jingzhi. There are not only fingerprints on the photo frame, but also traces of finger touches.
Even if a guest comes to the house, it is impossible to enter this room. The only possibility is that Fu Hongbin has been here before.
When several people entered the study room, Gu Jingzhi's brows immediately furrowed. She pointed to a row of empty grids on the bookcase, feeling a little excited: "This...here...is gone!"
"Aunt Gu, don't worry." Jiang Muyang held her trembling arm, "What has been put here before?"
"Lao Fu's medal!" Gu Jingzhi's voice choked with sobs, "It has always been here, how come it is gone?"
"Let's look for it. Maybe it was put away by the police." Jiang Muyang helped her to the chair and asked her to sit down.
Medals and other things are honors for individuals and cannot be measured by money. But for others, they are of no use. Even if there is a thief in the house, they will not steal anything.
"Do you see these?" Bao Sheng opened the middle drawer of the bookcase. When he opened the third drawer, he found a box with several medals neatly arranged inside.
"Yes, that's it." Gu Jingzhi stood up, held the box in her arms, and looked at each item carefully, "These are Lao Fu's treasures, how could he put them in the drawer?"
Maybe I felt that I was not worthy of these honors, so I put it away.
The three of them all had this suspicion, but they tacitly agreed not to say it out loud.
"Maybe it's because he's afraid of dust." Jiang Muyang made up a random reason.
Gu Jingzhi stroked the medals with her fingers, her eye circles gradually turning red, and she didn't pay attention to his words.
Jiang Muyang breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't believe the reason just now. The bookcase has a glass door, so it is not easy to get dust. What's more, Liu Xintao will come to clean it every other day. I'm afraid it will be wiped before the dust falls.
Clean.
There are two bookcases in total, and there are many books in them. One has more books on law, investigation, and economics, and there are also a few books on history, literary appreciation, and the like.
The other one, almost all professional books on environmental science, is by Gu Jingzhi.
Duanmo casually pulled out a book called "Antiquarique Appreciation" from the bookcase with the open door. Judging from the marks on the corner of the book, he had read this book more than once.
The content inside mainly introduces types of rare antiques and tips on how to identify the authenticity of antiques.
"Professor Gu, Fu Bureau likes to collect antiques?" she asked.
Gu Jingzhi waved her hand: "How can we not have that strength? Lao Fu just watches and plays in his spare time to relieve his boredom."
Indeed, I didn't see any valuable antiques in this home, at least not yet.
Duanmo put the book back and asked Bao Sheng in a low voice: "Brother Bao, do you want to read these books one by one?"
"There are too many books, and it will take a lot of time to read them one by one. It is best to seal them first." Bao Sheng turned to look at Gu Jingzhi, "Professor Gu, is that okay?"
"It's no problem to seal this study room." Gu Jingzhi answered readily.
Now in her mind, finding out the true cause of her husband's death is top priority. Not to mention the study, she has no objection even if her home is sealed.
This was what Bao Sheng was waiting for. According to Liu Xintao, this study room was used by Fu Hongbin most of the time. His police uniform and suicide note were placed on the desk. From this, it can be seen that this room is probably
Apart from the bathroom in the master bedroom, it was the last place he stayed before his death.
He nodded to Gu Jingzhi: "Thank you, Professor Gu, so we can check more carefully to avoid omissions. One more thing, two drawers in the desk are locked. Do you have the key?"
"Lao Fu always carries his keys with him, didn't you see?"
"The pockets of the clothes he wore that day were empty, there was nothing."
Before his death, Fu Hongbin was wearing a white shirt and navy blue trousers, and all the pockets were empty.
"Did you just leave it in the shoe cabinet or at the door somewhere?" Duanmo asked.
She used to have this habit. When she came home and entered the door, she would put the key on the shoe cabinet. When she went out, she would take it and leave. It was not until the house was replaced with a fingerprint lock that the key chain was kept in the bag for a long time.
However, this house requires a key from the courtyard door to the entrance door. Maybe I left it beside me when I changed my shoes when I entered the house.
"I'll go look for it." Jiang Muyang trotted downstairs.
Not long after, he came back with a bunch of keys: "I found them on the plate on the register."
There was an antique-style table in the entrance hall upon entering the Fu family, with an enamel plate on it, which was used to store door keys or sundries.
"This is mine." Gu Jingzhi said.
"That's strange." Jiang Muyang rubbed his chin and thought, "You must use the key to open the door when you return home. Where did you put it?"
"It couldn't have been taken away by someone, right?" Gu Jingzhi's eyes widened, "I said it was impossible for Lao Fu to commit suicide. The person who caused him must have taken it away!"
"This is unlikely." Bao Sheng rejected it in one sentence, "There are no traces of strangers left in this house so far."
Jiang Muyang said: "Aunt Gu, think about it carefully, where else would Fu Bureau put the key?"
Gu Jingzhi held the box containing the medal and murmured: "Lao Fu is usually a very careful person and never puts things around. He always carries the key with him. When he comes home, he opens the door and puts it in his pocket.
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She seemed to have thought of something, stood up and walked out.
"Aunt Gu, what are you doing?" Jiang Muyang hurriedly followed.
"I was on the phone with Lao Fu that day. He said he accidentally knocked over the cup, spilled water on the bedside table, and soaked my books. The books were hanging on the window sill of this room to dry." Gu Jingzhi arrived at the storage room.
At the door, he opened the door and said, "When your captain asked me before, I forgot about it, and then I remembered it."
As expected, there was an open book on the window sill. Because it had been soaked in water, there were obvious signs of dryness on the open page, and the lower part was deformed to varying degrees.
Gu Jingzhi carefully flipped the book back and forth. She suddenly remembered this incident. She felt that Fu Hongbin might have put something in it. But after flipping through it, she found nothing more than a piece of paper, let alone an envelope.
No.
Throwing the book back on the window sill, she pinched her eyebrows and exited the storage room in disappointment.
Jiang Muyang picked up the book. It was a collection of professional papers. He knew all the words in it, but when put together... well, it was too professional and he couldn't understand it.