Mystery

"When the knife is pierced into the heart, there will be no splattered blood, and there will not even be the amount of blood loss that everyone imagines as blood flowing into a river."

As Shen Ke said, she squatted next to Jiang Kun's body, "But if you stick it in and pull it out, the situation will be different."

"There will be a lot of blood, and after pulling it out, if the murder weapon cannot be disposed of in time and is discovered by the police, it will be a mountain of evidence. Therefore, the murderer left the murder weapon on the body of the deceased."

"Then here comes the problem," Shen Ke pointed to the handle of the dagger.

"If the murderer directly holds the dagger, fingerprints will be left on the dagger. Of course, with so many criminal investigation dramas, the murderer who intends to murder will not be stupid enough to make such a mistake."

"So how do you avoid leaving fingerprints on the murder weapon?"

Shen Ke spoke earnestly, and everyone present seemed to be attending a class at school. They all pricked up their ears and focused on listening to her explanation. They had a premonition that this rebellious female police officer would be afraid for a while. It's about doing something big.

"There are two simple and straightforward ways. The first one is to wear gloves on your hands, but the gloves are too obvious, just like the white gloves on Mr. Jiang Rui's hands, it is easy to attract suspicion."

As soon as Shen Ke's words came out, everyone looked at Jiang Rui.

This is a masquerade ball, and the person he plays looks like the young master of the warlord of the Republic of China, wearing a white close-fitting glove on his hand.

Seeing everyone looking over, Jiang Rui's face was as black as a pot, he subconsciously pushed his hands behind him, and said with a gloomy face, "I didn't kill Jiang Kun. Yes, I left all the family property to my grandfather. It is indeed quite a criticism."

He said, looking at everyone present with red eyes, "At this point, I don't have to tell lies. Ask yourself, if your grandfather leaves all the property to your father's illegitimate son, and you, as the conscientious eldest grandson, It was just ignored."

"Who can balance in his heart? Maybe a saint can, but I can't. But I won't kill people."

The guests listened and looked at Jiang Kun with sympathy.

Indeed, at the wedding banquet today, Mr. Jiang Shengping's decision was beyond everyone's expectations.

Jiang Rui is very good. He was trained as an heir before, but now he is empty-handed... It's really embarrassing.

Shen Ke gave Jiang Rui enough time, opened his mouth again, and directly drew everyone's attention back, "If the gloves are too obvious, then there is a second way, wrap the dagger with something, such as a handkerchief, Silk scarves..."

"The police can do a body search. If you have these things on your body, wouldn't it be hard evidence if you were found?"

Shen Ke said, blinking her eyes, she walked in front of Jiang Zhili, looking at her big green gauze skirt.

"Well, you can also use your skirt to wrap the murder weapon when you are riding a black light, and then slap it into the flesh, can't you? Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Zhili was startled, and took a step back, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why should I kill him? Just look at my aunt. She never gets married and has dedicated everything to the Jiang family. Grandpa never In her eyes, she is the heir of the Jiang family."

"What does this mean? It means that in our Jiang family, it is impossible for a girl to inherit the family business. What's the use of killing Jiang Kun? Isn't it cheaper for others?"

Shen Ke shook his head and squatted down.

She was wearing a flying fish suit, with a black blond hair band tied on her head, which looked rich and mysterious. Jiang Zhili looked at her, stunned for a moment, and felt absurd as if she was Cinderella, and the prince half-kneeled on the ground, and wanted to put on a crystal shoe for her. feeling.

But what was waiting for her was not the crystal slipper, but the sound of the phone snapping to take a picture.

Shen Ke stood up and zoomed in on the photo taken in front of Jiang Zhili.

"Really? How about, Ms. Jiang, explain why the corner of your skirt is stained with blood? After Jiang Shen died, only Cao Xiyue moved his body. When you were about to approach, I stopped you. "

"Since you're not close to the corpse, where did the blood on your skirt come from?"

As Shen Ke said, his eyes sharpened instantly after changing his previous calm state.

Jiang Zhili panicked for a moment. She bent down quickly, looked at the hem of her skirt, then stood up straight again, looked at her parents with shocked faces, and looked at the other Jiang family members.

Shen Ke looked at her quietly.

The bloodstain was very small, only the size of a human thumb print. If Jiang Zhili hadn't been one of her three suspects, and she had been scrutinized from beginning to end, she would not have noticed this detail.

Jiang Zhili burst into tears, "I don't know either. I just saw the corpse and sat on the ground with limp feet. Maybe it was blood stained on the ground at that time. I really don't know!"

"I didn't kill anyone, Mom and Dad, come and explain to me, I really didn't kill someone!"

No one spoke at the scene. What Shen Ke said made sense. If Jiang Zhili had never touched the deceased, how could there be blood on her skirt?

After Jiang Shen died, he never moved again. How did his blood drip onto the ground, and Jiang Zhili just got on his skirt.

The scene was silent, only the sound of Jiang Zhili crying.

Jiang Shengping stomped the crutch in his hand, and said to Jiang Zhili, "That's your brother!"

Jiang Zhili hurriedly waved her hands, "It's not me, it's not me, it's really not me!"

As she said, she looked at Qi Huan who had not spoken all the time, but quietly maintained the order of the scene, "Qi Huan, Qi Huan, help me, I really didn't kill Jiang Kun! I didn't kill Jiang Kun either! Know where the blood on the skirt came from."

Before Qi Huan could respond, Shen Ke did ask Cao Xiyue, "What does the bride think? Is Jiang Zhili the murderer?"

Cao Xiyue didn't expect that she would ask herself, she hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and said honestly, "I don't know."

Shen Ke raised her eyebrows and walked in front of her, "You don't know? How is it possible? No one here knows better than you, right? After all, only the real murderer knows who is innocent."

Cao Xiyue's face changed drastically, but Jiang Zhili over there burst into laughter. She laughed twice, choked, and coughed violently.

"I've already said that I have no reason to kill my husband. Didn't the media say it all? Cinderella married into a rich family. Cinderella can live a prosperous life from now on. Jiang Shen is also very kind to me. , I have no reason to kill him."

"And officer Shen, you were the one who found the blood on Jiang Zhili's skirt, so how do you explain it?"

"It can't be said that your investigation strategy is to identify the members of the Jiang family one by one in turn. Whoever can't bear the confession is the murderer?"

Shen Ke shook her head, and looked at Cao Xiyue with burning eyes, "Didn't she already explain it? She fell to the ground and was stained with blood dripping from the ground."

"If Jiang Zhili had wrapped the dagger in her skirt to kill someone, then her skirt would not be stained with such a small amount of blood. It was a dripping type of blood, um, dripping from a high place."

"For example, if there is blood on your hands, the blood drips and falls on the ground. Naturally, a corpse will not walk around and drip blood on the ground, but a living person can walk around. Who is that person?"