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Chapter 155 "The scene is too clean, so clean that it looks like it was deliberately arranged."

Consumptive Rabbit didn't think too much, but chose to enter the map again!
This map pass had a total of 5 uses when it fell into Yige's hands. Yige used it once, he used it once, and now there are 3 chances left!
After re-entering the map, the familiar picture is still in sight.

In a somewhat cramped bedroom, there is a computer on the computer table, and the browser page is displayed on the computer screen, as if searching for something.

The ashtray on the computer desk was already full, and even a few cigarette butts had overflowed.

The consumptive rabbit glanced around, put his nails into his mouth in a trance and gnawed, his eyes were a little frightened and hurriedly held the mouse and kept flipping through the browser pages on the display.

He didn't clean up the blood as soon as he landed like last time.

Instead, based on the information in the computer diary, he learned that the character he was playing had the habit of biting his nails when he was nervous, and tried to improve his performance score as much as possible.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about what your own identity would do in such a situation.

After doing all this.

The consumptive rabbit rushed to the living room and looked at the female corpse lying in a pool of blood in the living room. He did not immediately clean up the blood and start dismembering the body like last time.

Instead, he glanced up at the wall clock in the living room, and quickly started a series of actions!

First of all, the traces of fighting in the house need to be dealt with briefly, not all of them need to be dealt with, only a little manipulation is needed.

Since the thinking was changed, things have become much simpler.

The blood does not need to be processed, and neither does the corpse.

Then the consumptive rabbit looked down at the blood-stained dagger on the coffee table. This was the dagger used by the original owner to kill his wife in the identity he played. It was stained with a lot of the hostess' blood and the original owner's fingerprints.

The last time he entered the map, he cleaned the dagger of blood and fingerprints.

But this time he didn't do anything.

Instead, he held the dagger backhand, took a deep breath, aimed at his abdomen and stabbed him three or four times in a row!

He was too familiar with the wounds on the corpses. There was a big difference between a wound stabbed by a person himself and a wound stabbed by someone else, which could be observed with the naked eye.

And just because he knows the wound so well, he can easily make the wound on his stomach look like someone stabbed him.

And through the strength of the strike, the height, strength and weight of the murderer can be roughly fabricated.

After doing all this, the corner of his mouth was slightly hurt and twitched, and then he leaned on the sofa, lying on the ground half dead.

And the next second-

"Police, open the door!"

The door of the room was knocked open suddenly, and a large number of police officers in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands, and they rushed in with serious faces. As soon as they entered the door, they saw such a bloody scene in front of them.

His face changed suddenly.

"Murder, two dead."

"and many more!"

"One of them seems to be alive, apply for an ambulance!"

More than 20 hours have passed.

Tuberculosis slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the uniformed police officers standing in front of his hospital bed in a daze, full of incomprehension.

He woke up a long time ago, and to be precise, he should not be in a coma.

Although the abdominal injury was not small, he always had the feeling that this injury was not worth mentioning, as if he had suffered a worse injury than this before, but he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries in his memory.

Maybe it's because of the toughness of nature, and the pain tolerance for this kind of injury is very high.

But he still pretended to be unconscious and lay on the hospital bed for a long time, letting those crappy doctors sew on his stomach with needles and threads. Since the dressing was finished, these police officers have been guarding in front of his hospital bed.

He originally planned to stay until the police officers retreated, and then let the flow take its course to clear the suspicion and leave the map smoothly, but now it seems that if he doesn't wake up, these people plan to stand here forever.

"Ugh."

Tuberculosis sighed helplessly, then looked at the police officers in front of the bed with pale lips and trembled, "How is she? Is she awake?"

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Standing in front of the consumptive rabbit's bed, the leader was a middle-aged man. After a long silence with no expression on his face, he stared straight into the consumptive rabbit's eyes and said every word.

"Unfortunately, your wife died at the scene of the crime, and the rescue failed."

"There was no trace of the third person at the scene, only traces of you and your wife in the entire room."

"The anti-theft door shows no signs of strong damage, and the windows show no traces of steel cables."

"There are only your fingerprints on the dagger."

"Before the incident, someone heard you and your wife had a violent quarrel. In your computer, we also found your diary."

"In your diary, you said that you failed to start a business, and after the failure of your business, your wife's attitude towards you plummeted. We have sufficient reasons to suspect that you killed yourself after a violent quarrel because of your wife's dissatisfaction with your attitude. wife."

"You have sufficient criminal motives, and the criminal clues at the scene all point to you."

"how is this possible!!!"

The consumptive rabbit's eyes were full of disbelief, and he stuffed his fingernails into his mouth. His whole body was shrouded in grief and unacceptable, and his body shivered in a ball.

Looks like caught in the utter grief of the death of his wife.

There was no refutation of the police officer's accusation in front of him, but he fell into endless grief after his wife's death.

After a long time.

The consumptive rabbit, who was in a better state of mind, looked up at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "Have you caught him yet?"

"Who?"

"murderer."

"According to the current clues, all the fingers are pointed at you, and you are the biggest suspect."

"roll!"

Consumptive Rabbit looked angry and straightened his upper body regardless of his own injuries, and threw the pillow on the hospital bed at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "A bunch of idiots!!!"

after an hour.

The middle-aged police officer standing outside the ward leaned against the wall, frowning and lost in thought, before speaking hoarsely after a while.

"I believe what he said."

"The site is so clean, it's so clean that it looks like it was deliberately arranged."

"Let's make a hypothesis."

He turned his head to look at the young trainee police officer beside him: "If you killed your wife when you failed in your business and broke down, how would you deal with it?"

"me?"

The trainee police officer who was following behind the middle-aged police officer hesitated and said hesitantly: "I'm not married yet, so I don't quite understand this emotional breakdown, but if it were me, I might wipe off the fingerprints on the murder weapon first. "

"Yes."

The middle-aged police officer nodded expressionlessly: "This step is very important. Almost most people will subconsciously make some stealth actions whether they have a breakdown or accidentally kill the person next to them."

"For example, remove fingerprints, destroy traces of crimes, or destroy corpses and traces, etc."

"This is a subconscious feedback from the human self-preservation system."

"Even most of the criminals who surrendered themselves after the crime did so before they surrendered. There are many reasons why they surrendered. Some of them could not bear the moral condemnation in their hearts, they were tired of the escape journey, and they wanted to sleep soundly. feel."

"But no matter what the situation is, these criminals will subconsciously make some changes to the crime scene before turning themselves in, so as to conceal the fact that they are murderers."

"But the crime scene in our case was too perfect."

"The suspect's fingerprints on the murder weapon, the suspect's footprints at the scene of the crime, the suspect's motives in the computer diary, the off-site witnesses who heard the quarrel when the reporter heard the quarrel, and found the deceased and the suspect when he arrived at the scene, etc."

"The whole process looks like someone hand-fed us the credit for a murder case."

"If I hadn't known that my father was not the head of the bureau, I would have suspected that this was the scene of the crime deliberately created by my father so that I could give credit to me."

"The entire crime scene coincides almost perfectly with the crime scene cases we learned in the police academy."

"Forehead"

The young police officer standing next to the wall touched his nose in embarrassment, but his eyelids drooped, and he began to feel suspicious.

That being said, it's really weird.

Could it be that his director's father gave him credit for his quick promotion?

Isn't this feeding behavior a little too rough?
Please point poison next time, that thing will do more.

"What do you mean, Captain?"

"I mean very simply."

The middle-aged police officer lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth with eyes full of vicissitudes, and said hoarsely: "Medical students understand a truth, that is, in reality, it is almost impossible to see cases that are exactly the same as in teaching."

"The cases in teaching are just perfect cases, but there are many variables in reality."

"Once there are identical perfect cases, [-]% of them can be buried directly."

"We should also understand a truth. In reality, it is almost impossible to have a perfect case that is consistent with the textbook. There should also be various variables. If you encounter it, you must be suspicious."

"According to the information we obtained during the interrogation, I have an inference that the suspect is someone else. This person broke into the room and killed the person, then destroyed the scene of the crime and fled here."

"Forehead"

The young police officer leaned against the wall and fell into deep thought without speaking. He was a little uncomfortable with the captain's investigation. After the captain's reminder, he suspected that this thing might really be the work of his father. Come on, the fun will be great.

He coughed lightly and spoke tentatively.

"The captain, so far, except for the suspect's oral statement, all the other targets are pointed at the suspect. In fact, he can be convicted. The murder is not small."

"Captain, you are mainly in charge of handling this case, and you will take the bulk of the credit."

"Isn't it a bit of a waste of effort to add extra problems?"

His meaning was very simple, regardless of whether the man was the real murderer or not, since the evidence points to him, he should be convicted of the murder, at least thanks to them getting it.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The middle-aged man glanced coldly at the young policeman next to him: "Remember the declaration you made before you joined the job. Our goal is to find out the truth and avenge the people, not to decide false or wrong cases."

(End of this chapter)