"It's pretty good." Number 1 also looked at the photo, with the four people in it smiling.
Zhang Yichi sighed softly, put the notebook on the desk and continued searching.
There aren't a lot of clothes in the cabinet, and nothing is hidden in it.
Putting the clothes back, Zhang Yichi closed the cabinet. He climbed on the ground and looked at the cabinet. There was nothing under the desk. Then he stepped on the stool and looked at the top of the cabinet.
"You really looked carefully." No. 1 said.
"There may be clues somewhere." Zhang Yichi patted his dusty hands and put the stool back to its original place, "Help me pile up the clutter in the bedroom. I will check them all later. Now
Let me see if there is anything special on the bed first."
"Okay." No. 1 went to help organize things.
Zhang Yichi opened the quilt and then opened the pillows, but nothing was wrong. He piled them aside and lifted the mattress. Unexpectedly, there was a mobile phone underneath the mattress, which he had not expected much from.
"Come here." Zhang Yichi called.
Number 1 came over and saw the phone and took it out.
Zhang Yichi put down the mattress and took the phone. There was no password on the phone and he unlocked it directly. There was nothing inside: "This is a new phone, is it yours?"
"No." No. 1 denied.
"Where is your mobile phone?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"Here." No. 1 took out a mobile phone.
Unwilling to give up, Zhang Yichi searched inside his new phone again. After making sure that nothing was missing, he put the phone aside. Not long after, he rummaged under the bed and found the phone's box, which contained instructions for charging.
Things like instruments and cords were kept well and untouched.
"That's interesting." Zhang Yichi put the mobile phone box next to the mobile phone and began to check the number 1 pile, "That mobile phone should be related to the case."
"Who do you think bought it?" asked No. 1.
"The murderer bought it."
"..."
After checking the pile of sundries, Zhang Yichi left the bedroom and walked into the bathroom.
Number 1 followed.
The bathroom is simple, so the search is faster.
After looking for Zhang Yichi, he came to the kitchen without stopping.
Apart from the bucket of juice that No. 3 mentioned, there is nothing worth checking in the kitchen.
So, Zhang Yichi went straight to the balcony, where it was still in chaos.
He didn't rush to stand in it, but just observed at the door.
Based on several messy places at the scene, try to imagine the scene at that time.
There were several barrels of oil lying nearby. If the younger brother was pushed down after a fight, how did the two fight and what actions did they make that caused the oil barrels to be knocked over?
Several pots of flowers were smashed to the ground. It seemed that they should have been placed on the far left side of the window sill.
There was another shelf that also fell down.
"Don't you think...it's too deliberate?" Zhang Yichi stood at the door and said to No. 1 behind him.
"What's the purpose?"
"Your balcony is not big, it is mainly narrow and long. From right to left, everything has been knocked down, everything." Zhang Yichi thought this was strange and emphasized, "It doesn't look like a fight.
, more like rushing to destroy everything on the balcony."
No. 1 said nothing.
Zhang Yichi walked in and straightened the barrels of oil: "These barrels of oil were originally in this position, right?"
"Almost, by the wall." No. 1 nodded.
"They are all full." Zhang Yichi straightened up and kicked one of the barrels. The barrel just moved a certain distance on the ground. "These barrels of oil are a bit square. A full barrel, kick it."
It's not easy to knock it over with just one kick. How long did the murderer and his brother fight to knock over all these barrels of oil?"
"Are you judging by the barrels of oil?"
"It's just a discovery. Don't you think it's strange?" Zhang Yichi asked.
No. 1 couldn't help but laugh: "If I say it's strange, doesn't that mean it's possible that the crime scene was forged?"
"Forgery is a forgery. I don't doubt that you told a lie. Maybe it was the illusion created by No. 3?" Zhang Yichi glanced meaningfully at No. 1, "Don't be so nervous, just relax."
"I can't relax." Number 1 also walked in and stared at the barrels of oil.
Zhang Yichi went to the window where his brother fell to death and opened the window. There were screws on the side of the window, and it would get stuck when it was opened a third of the way.
He looked at the screws.
Regardless of whether there was a fight on the balcony or not, whether the younger brother was pushed down, or whether he committed suicide as No. 3 said.
There is no dispute that the balcony was the scene of the crime.
Every clue here is very subtle and critical, Zhang Yichi looked at it very carefully.
Is there anything unusual about this screw?
He thought so to himself.
"Is your brother's intelligence incapable of unscrewing this screw?" Zhang Yichi asked while observing.
"I can't unscrew it, and he doesn't know where the tools are." Number 1 came over and looked at the screws, "What, is there something wrong with the screws?"
Zhang Yichi said nothing and turned to look at the edge of the window.
My brother should have been scratched when he fell from here.
No trace.
The edge of the window is quite sharp. If my brother were pushed through the narrow window that could only open a third, his clothes would inevitably get caught on it, but the window was clean.
There is even dust.
It doesn't look like I've been rubbed.
"No, no." Zhang Yichi muttered.
Number 1 also followed Zhang Yichi's line of sight and looked at where he was observing, trying to figure out why.
"Bring me a big cotton-padded coat and a screwdriver," Zhang Yichi said.
"Do you have any clues?"
"You'll find out when you try it later."
After hearing this, No. 1 went to get a cotton-padded coat and a screwdriver.
Zhang Yichi took the cotton-padded clothes and rolled them into a ball: "Is your place very dusty?"
"It's okay, I usually wipe it once every half month." No. 1 replied.
"When was the last time you wiped it?"
"Last week."
"I understand." Zhang Yichi opened the window to one-third of the way and stuffed the cotton-padded clothes outside.
After stuffing it out, Zhang Yichi fell down the stairs, but Zhang Yichi didn't care.
He looked at the edge of the window again and found that a lot of dust had been wiped off the lower frame and the left and right frames of the window, and now it looked quite clean.
"Where's the screwdriver?" Zhang Yichi asked for the screwdriver expressionlessly and unscrewed the screw.
The window can now be fully opened.
This time he did not call number one, but went to the living room to get a stool and placed it in front of the window. After standing on the stool, Zhang Yichi held his hand on the wall and stepped on the edge of the window with one foot.
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"What are you going to do?" No. 1 tightened his grip on Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi looked down, took his feet back, and got off the stool.
"What do you mean?" No. 1 didn't quite understand why Zhang Yichi was so busy.
Zhang Yichi looks a little sluggish now, but he is actually thinking about something as if no one else is watching.
"Your brother probably wasn't pushed down, but stepped on a stool and jumped out when the window was fully open."