Zhang Nanyang left a flashlight for Zhang Yichi. At this time, Zhang Yichi held the flashlight and shined the light on their shoes.
The two were about to leave when they heard Zhang Yichi calling them and turned back.
"What's wrong?" Chen Chunsheng asked.
"Why are your shoes the same?" Zhang Yichi asked.
He found that Chen Chunsheng and Zhang Nanyang were wearing rubber green shoes, and Wang Shiren's shoes were also like this.
"It's cheap and durable. Many people in our village wear these!" Chen Chunsheng even twisted his feet to show Zhang Yichi his shoes from multiple angles.
"That's it." Zhang Yichi smiled stiffly and nodded, "Okay... then you should go back quickly."
"Then let's go."
"good."
Watching the two of them disappear into the darkness, Zhang Yichi closed the door and frowned.
The most critical clue at the crime scene was the shoe print, and he even directly concluded that the murderer was Wang Shiren, Wang Shimin's younger brother.
But now this inference has been overturned.
This kind of rubber green shoes are very common in this village because of their high cost performance. Now it is no longer possible to identify the murderer through shoe prints. At most, the scope can be narrowed to a certain extent.
As for judging height by the size of shoe prints, this is actually very unreliable. There are many people with tall feet and small feet, and people with short feet and big feet, and it cannot provide useful information.
Analyzing the weight, height, and even walking posture of the murderer based on the weight of the shoe prints and intervals is something that only a veteran police officer with considerable experience can do. Zhang Yichi is not a professional, so he has no clue in this regard.
On the first day here, I had very few clues and information, and it was impossible to determine the murderer's motive. Due to the weather and the traditional concepts in the village, Liu Cuilan's body had to wait for at least one more day to be buried, leaving him no time.
Not much anymore.
Overall, the situation is not good.
Zhang Yichi feels that he is thinking carefully, but so far he has not found any clues about the murderer.
He went over to make the bed and at the same time planned in his mind what he would do tomorrow.
Half a day was spent carefully searching the body. There should be some traces left on the body. Moreover, it could be judged from the body whether Liu Cuilan had been violated. Once the murderer's motive was found out, the case would become much clearer. The other half day was spent exploring the villages.
Draw a more detailed map, and then draw out Liu Cuilan's travel route in the last six hours of her life through interviews.
If there are no other emergencies tomorrow, Zhang Yichi plans to follow this plan.
The bed was tidied up, but Zhang Yichi, who was slightly mysophobic, still couldn't stand the feeling of dampness and the faint smell. He found a stack of old newspapers from the desk. The old newspapers looked quite clean, so he put them away
They were laid out on the bed one by one.
If sleeping like this is still unacceptable, Zhang Yichi actually doesn't mind sitting on a chair and squinting all night.
Then he roughly cleaned the room.
If the room in the countryside is not clean, there may be bugs. Zhang Yichi does not want bugs to crawl into his clothes and sting him when he is sleeping in the middle of the night.
After finishing his work, he sat on the chair and rested for a while, looking through the things on the table in boredom, which were all related books and lesson preparation content.
On the way to school, Zhang Nanyang also told him that all the books and cultural-related things in the entire village were in his home and this office.
It's really pitiful.
In such an environment, it is difficult for children to obtain a good education. If they cannot obtain a good education, they will have no means of making a living even if they leave the mountains. In the end, they have no choice but to come back and repeat the same mistakes as their father, continuing the vicious cycle.
Education is really important.
Zhang Yichi sighed inwardly and got up to wash up.
Two thermoses with hot water were prepared in the room. Zhang Yichi poured some face wash into the washbasin. Then he took out the toothpaste and toothbrush he bought at the small shop and started brushing his teeth.
"Boom."
There was a sudden muffled sound from the window of the house, as if something hit the glass.
Zhang Yichi, who was brushing his teeth, heard the noise and turned to look at the window, only to see a black shadow flash past the window.
"puff!"
After spitting out the foam from his mouth, Zhang Yichi picked up the flashlight next to him and rushed in. Hearing the rapid footsteps, he followed the footsteps and turned on the flashlight. Under the light, he saw someone running away in the distance.
.
It was pitch black all around, and only the chirping of insects could be heard.
Zhang Yichi only stood there for a few seconds, and the man had already run away.
Chasing a person with evil intentions in an unfamiliar area at night, Zhang Yichi was not sure, but that person was probably the murderer. This was the closest they had ever gotten, so he still chose to chase him.
As he ran in the direction where the black shadow disappeared, he put a laugher's mask on his face.
Realizing that what he had drawn this time was a useless ability to improve body flexibility, Zhang Yichi took off the mask directly.
After chasing for about ten seconds, Zhang Yichi could no longer see where the black shadow had gone. The two of them had completely different familiarity with the village, and it would be extremely difficult to catch each other in the middle of the night.
No matter how random the search was, it was almost impossible to find the person, and it was easy to fall off without paying attention. Zhang Yichi decided to go back first just to be on the safe side.
He took a flashlight and shined in front of the office door, and found four or five cigarette butts scattered on the ground by the window. The place should have been clean before, indicating that the man had been staring at him for a long time and was still an old smoker.
He picked up the cigarette butts and found that they were of the same brand as the cigarettes that Chen Chunsheng had given him before. However, with the experience of the shoes, he would not rashly suspect that the person was Chen Chunsheng now. After all, he could not be the only one smoking these cigarettes.
Wang Shiren did not smoke, which once again alleviated Wang Shiren's suspicion. Wang Shimin smoked during dinner in the evening, but he drank a lot and probably had no time to monitor Zhang Yichi. And if he was the one who killed him, why would he?
Call the police and shout to catch the thief?
For a while, no one with sufficient suspicion appeared in front of Zhang Yichi.
After exhaling, Zhang Yichi returned to the room, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.
He didn't know exactly how long he had been monitored, and what was the purpose of that person monitoring him. If the person didn't expose himself, would his life be in danger if he fell asleep without paying attention?
The mission only said that he should find the murderer, but it did not emphasize that the murderer could not attack him.
Danger is also around Zhang Yichi.
Because he could not rule out the possibility that the man would come back, Zhang Yichi locked the door and drew the curtains. Still feeling a little unsafe, he pushed the desk in front of the door.
One is in the light and the other is in the dark. It is impossible for Zhang Yichi to be vigilant and alert to that person 24 hours a day, but that person will instead wait for the opportunity.
Zhang Yichi completely gave up on sleeping on that bed, turned off the light, and sat on a chair, holding the unlit flashlight in one hand and the paper knife on the desk in the other.
He usually sleeps very lightly, but now he doesn't dare to take it lightly. He keeps his eyes closed and breathes steadily, listening carefully to what's going on outside.
——
Early the next morning, Zhang Yichi slowly opened his eyes.
Both hands were frozen.
That person probably wouldn't risk coming over again after dawn. Zhang Yichi put the flashlight and paper knife on the desk, stood up, stretched hard, and moved his body.
Although I didn’t have a good rest at night, I still regained a lot of energy.
Today was particularly important. He still had nearly a week, but the villagers did not allow Liu Cuilan to stay on the ground any longer.
After washing up, Zhang Yichi moved his desk back, opened the door and walked towards the village committee as he remembered.
It was quite bright now, at least six or seven o'clock. When Zhang Yichi arrived at the village committee, the door of the village committee had already opened. He walked over, and the village chief happened to come out from inside.
"Come on, I haven't eaten yet, so I'm going to order some noodles." The village chief greeted Zhang Yichi to come in.
The village chief returned to the house. When Zhang Yichi entered, he heard him curse a few words in dialect, telling Chen Chunsheng, who was still sleeping, to get up quickly.
"I'll go check on the body first and let Chun Sheng fall asleep first. Nothing else will happen," Zhang Yichi said.
"Then look, I'm going to cook some noodles." The village chief didn't have any objections.
After saying hello, Zhang Yichi went out and went straight to the woodshed behind the village committee.
Liu Cuilan was still lying inside, and Zhang Yichi held his breath and moved the body from the woodshed to the outside.
The woodshed was too dark to inspect, and it was inappropriate to move it to the village committee, so we had to inspect it in the open air.
Now the body spots on Liu Cuilan's body have completely spread, but have faded slightly. After moving the body several times, some of the body spots have been displaced. Now the body is rigor mortis. According to time estimates, it has basically reached the peak of rigor mortis.
The condition of Liu Cuilan's death was not bad, much better than that of Lu Tao, who had to be dealt with in Zhang Yichi's first reincarnation world, so Zhang Yichi was not particularly stressed mentally and kept calm to check his wounds.
He recorded the distribution, location, depth, and shape of the wounds one by one.
Make gestures with your hands from time to time, put yourself into the perspective of the murderer, and imagine what posture the murderer would use to attack when committing the crime.
Then, Zhang Yichi checked Liu Cuilan's hand.
Liu Cuilan would have fought back when attacked, and there might have been no traces left on her hands.
Zhang Yichi observed and found that the nails of Liu Cuilan's hands had some blood stains, and a few of the nails even had some skin mixed in. Yesterday was too chaotic, so this was not noticed.
Based on the blood stains on his fingernails, he quickly imagined the scene when the murderer attacked Liu Cuilan and Liu Cuilan scratched the murderer with her hands.
The murderer had injuries on his body.
If it can be scratched, it should be in an exposed area, most likely on the murderer's face, neck, or arms.
Zhang Yichi wrote it down.
Now he has several characteristics of the murderer.
The man, wearing rubber green shoes, is a heavy smoker and has scratches on his body.
"Eat, comrade policeman." The village chief's shout came from not far away.
"Okay." Zhang Yichi replied loudly, putting away the pen and paper.
"What's wrong with putting people here? It's so unlucky to leave the coffin outside before it's ready!" the village chief came over and shouted dissatisfied.
The village chief had always been very kind, but Zhang Yichi's hasty move seemed to violate a taboo and made him a little unhappy.
Zhang Yichi didn't worry so much before. He just realized that it was difficult to investigate in the woodshed, and the village chief didn't want to leave the body in the village committee, so leaving it outside was the best option. Unexpectedly, the village was too superstitious.
, there are many taboos about corpses: "Sorry."
"Get the woodshed first, hurry up." The village chief went to carry Liu Cuilan.
Zhang Yichi helped, and the two of them moved Liu Cuilan back to the woodshed.
"You can't fool around, it's unlucky to get stuck!" the village chief reminded Zhang Yichi seriously.
"I understand, I'm sorry." Zhang Yichi didn't want to confront the village chief, because the two people had different cognitions, and things he didn't care about might be important to others, so he apologized several times.
After returning to the village committee and washing his hands, Chen Chunsheng woke up, rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother Zhang is here."
"Yeah." Zhang Yichi washed his hands and wiped them clean before going to eat.
"We don't get used to the food in our village." The village chief's anger subsided quickly and he served Zhang Yichi some noodles at the dinner table, which was very considerate.
"I like eating noodles very much. I grew up eating noodles," Zhang Yichi said.
"That's good." The village chief smiled and brought a bowl of noodles to Zhang Yichi with an egg in it.
Zhang Yichi took it, poured some soy sauce, and ate it with pickles.
Chen Chunsheng smoked a cigarette and came over to eat: "Father, eat, don't be busy."
"Hurry up and eat your food. I'm in charge of the game." The village chief didn't eat and went to clear the stove.
Chen Chunsheng curled his lips, seeming a little dissatisfied with his father's attitude.
"By the way, village chief, where did Wang Shimin go last night?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"It's dark night and everyone is taking them home. The village committee can't sleep with those people." The village chief said, "You'll come over after dinner today. We have to organize the funeral."
"About what time did you leave yesterday?" Zhang Yichi asked again.
At this time, Chen Chunsheng took a sip of noodles and said, "Brother Nanyang and I sent you to school. When we returned to the village committee, we happened to meet Uncle Shiren."
"That's right." Zhang Yichi nodded and ate some noodles, "Does Mr. Wang smoke?"
"Uncle Shiren, it's great. I don't smoke or drink. How can I save so much money to marry Uncle Shimin? How can I think that I will be tortured to death after only a few months of marriage? Hey..." Chen Chunsheng ate quickly,
Soon I finished the bowl of noodles and sat there smoking a cigarette.
"Chunsheng, do you have anything going on this afternoon?"
"What's the matter? Brother Zhang, do you need help?"
"In the afternoon, I'll take a tour of the village with me, and then I'll go to Wang Shimin's house."
"OK."
Not long after Zhang Yichi finished eating, Chen Chunsheng handed Zhang Yichi a cigarette very discerningly. Zhang Yichi thanked him and took it: "Who do you think is most likely to kill Liu Cuilan in the village? Who and Wang
Is there any grudge against Shimin’s family?”
"Hey, I don't know. Uncle Shimin is also very nice. He is always friendly with people. Who would have thought that someone would be jealous of my uncle Shimin and kill him for my aunt." Chen Chunsheng took another long puff of cigarette and spoke for Wang Shimin.
indignant.
"Normally Shimin has ever had conflicts with people, only those of the same generation as me." The village chief also said.
Just as he was talking, Wang Shimin and Wang Shiren came to the village committee.