When going upstairs, the voice-activated light came on, and Zhang Yichi, who had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of something in a conspicuous position on the stairs.
He knelt down to check and found that it was a drop of blood.
At first, he didn't think it was blood, but after experiencing so many things, he had seen a lot of blood, and he quickly figured out that it was indeed a drop of blood.
Why is there blood on the stairs?
Zhang Yichi's face became serious, and he retreated to the first floor. He started looking at the stairs one by one until he reached the third floor. He found a total of four drops of blood. When he went up, he found nothing.
His home is on the third floor.
Zhang Yichi, who has become a little sensitive to the world of reincarnation, instinctively wants to go in a bad direction. For example, the uncle opposite the door killed a young woman living alone, put her body in a suitcase and transported it out, and then...
I found a putty tool to clean the traces in the house.
However, soon after this idea appeared in his mind, Zhang Yichi took the initiative to eliminate it. He thought it could not be such a coincidence that a murder occurred opposite his house.
It must be that I have been too deeply affected by the world of reincarnation. Anything that seems slightly out of place is considered a murder.
Zhang Yichi, who felt that he had thought too much, glanced at the opposite door with a hint of suspicion and returned home.
The TV was playing a movie he had prepared, but he had no intention of watching it.
Change of residents.
Carrying suitcases.
Scrape putty.
Blood stains on the stairs.
These things kept lingering in his mind, preventing him from watching the movie. These clues that aroused his doubts made him recall the first reincarnation world he entered.
There are some similarities between the two.
When the movie ended, Zhang Yichi fell asleep with deep thoughts.
August 18th, a sunny day.
Zhang Yichi got up early, washed himself, had breakfast and went out.
The van next to the pickup truck downstairs was still there, which meant that the middle-aged man probably hadn't left. Zhang Yichi glanced upstairs, got into the pickup truck, and drove to buy a bunch of carnations and headed to the cemetery.
Ever since he opened his heart last time and officially crossed that hurdle, Zhang Yichi seemed much more relaxed and natural when he went to the cemetery to sweep graves.
He seemed to come regularly to hand in his homework, and he sat in front of the tomb talking to himself about some interesting things that happened for more than an hour.
It was almost noon when Zhang Yichi left. As usual, he bought some quick-frozen dumplings and took them home.
When he returned, the van was still there. Zhang Yichi parked the pickup truck next to the van and went upstairs.
When he went upstairs, he deliberately checked the blood stains he found on the stairs yesterday, and unexpectedly found that the four blood stains were all covered by putty. The putty seemed to have dripped there, and an uninformed person would not be able to tell anything wrong.
The place.
But as Zhang Yichi, who witnessed the blood stains with his own eyes yesterday, the suspicion in his heart began to expand rapidly.
Putty covering up blood can mean two things.
First, the blood stains are related to the middle-aged man, because only the middle-aged man got the relevant equipment yesterday, and he was the only one who covered it with putty.
Second, there are indeed shady secrets, otherwise they would not deliberately cover them up.
Zhang Yichi believed that the middle-aged man had poor eyesight due to his age, so he did not notice the blood stain yesterday, and immediately covered it up after discovering it today.
Something must have happened to the resident opposite. Even if it wasn't a murder, it was certainly not a trivial matter. Zhang Yichi instinctively wanted to investigate.
When he got home and put away his things, he made a decision while cooking dumplings.
…
"Dong dong dong."
Zhang Yichi knocked on the opposite door.
After a while, the door opened, and the middle-aged man stuck his head out and looked at Zhang Yichi warily: "Is something wrong?"
"My family is eating dumplings today and I'm running out of jealousy. Let me borrow some from you. As you know, people in Province S can't eat without being jealous," Zhang Yichi said.
"Ah...jealous..." The middle-aged man quickly looked at Zhang Yichi, "I just moved here and I don't have any at home. Why don't you and other residents borrow one?"
The middle-aged man is very protective.
"Can I borrow your putty scraper? There's some ink splattered on the wall of my house, and I want to paint it again." Zhang Yichi found another reason.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank and he stared at Zhang Yichi without speaking.
He has realized that something is wrong with Zhang Yichi.
This young man was obviously trying to find out something.
Zhang Yichi also knew that the middle-aged man realized something was wrong with him, but he still looked normal.
"Okay, let me brush it for you," the middle-aged man said.
"Okay, please excuse me." Zhang Yichi immediately expressed his thanks.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Wait a minute, I'll get the tools."
With that said, he closed the door, and soon opened it again and came out carrying a putty scraping tool.
Zhang Yichi brought the middle-aged man to his home.
"Where is the ink spilled?" The middle-aged man put down the things and looked around Zhang Yichi's home.
Zhang Yichi walked to the study: "Here."
The middle-aged man followed Zhang Yichi, touched his waist with one hand, took advantage of Zhang Yichi's surprise, pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi had already anticipated this, so he sided away and used a move he had just learned in the past two days to seize the knife with his backhand, tripping the middle-aged man to the ground.
The middle-aged man stood up quickly.
Zhang Yichi pressed forward with his whole body, put a knife on the middle-aged man's neck, and said coldly: "Don't move."
"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was afraid of the knife on his neck and did not dare to confront this mysterious young man who seemed to have some skills.
"Did you kill the woman who lives opposite you?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"Then what?" The middle-aged man knew very well that since the other party dared to do this, he must have some evidence. In addition, he had just committed a murder, and there was no point in defending him.
"I really got hit." Zhang Yichi said, and then stopped listening to what the middle-aged man said. He held a knife in one hand to stop the middle-aged man from taking any rash action, and took out his mobile phone with the other hand to dial the police.
The middle-aged man saw this and said fiercely: "If you dare to call the police, I will die with you!"
Zhang Yichi adjusted the fruit knife and hit the middle-aged man on the head with the handle. The middle-aged man felt pain and immediately lost his strength.
Zhang Yichi stood up, dragged the middle-aged man into the study, and tied the middle-aged man with the rope he had prepared.
After calling the police, Zhang Yichi sat on the chair in front of his desk and looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man also looked at Zhang Yichi in horror, horrified by Zhang Yichi's strength, and horrified by how Zhang Yichi learned that he had killed the resident opposite.
"You're in luck." Zhang Yichi said something that the middle-aged man couldn't understand.
The murder case was dispatched to the police very quickly. In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the police car from the Public Security Bureau near Zhang Yichi's home had already arrived downstairs.
I assisted the police in arresting the middle-aged man and spent the whole afternoon cooperating with the police in follow-up work. When I got home, the dumplings were already cold.
After reheating the dumplings and making up for dinner, Zhang Yichi finally had nothing to worry about and fell asleep peacefully.