Detective Files II

Chapter 22 Cleanliness
"What discovery?" Tian Mi regained her spirits.

"Qiao Qiong has a cleanliness."

Tian Mi was somewhat disappointed by Lu Xiangdong's answer. She thought that this guy who was called a genius had been silent for so long, and his words would have the effect of waking up the dreamer, but now that he really spoke, what he said was completely romantic. Things that have nothing to do with horses and cows.

"And then?" She was puzzled, thinking that there would be a follow-up, but Lu Xiangdong walked away as if nothing had happened.

"And then?" Tian Mi couldn't wait for an answer, so she had to ask again.

"Gone."

"What!" Tian Mi couldn't help rolling her eyes: "How do you know that Qiao Qiong has a cleanliness?"

Lu Xiangdong stopped and pointed in the direction of the bedroom: "Qiao Qiong's bedroom bedside table, beside the coffee table in the living room, and in the study room, there are white rags specially used for wiping. In addition to the newly fallen floating dust in this house, , and there are no stains that have accumulated over the years, including places like the stove and stainless steel sink. If it’s not cleanliness, what else?”

Tian Mi thinks what he said is quite reasonable, but what is the connection between this and the case?

"Okay, we can infer the fact that Qiao Qiong is a clean freak, so what does that mean?" she pressed.

Lu Xiangdong took a deep look at her, and threw out three words: "Think for yourself."

Well, relying on the sky and the earth is worse than relying on yourself, think for yourself.

Lu Xiangdong stood in the middle of the living room, frowning and looking around the whole house, just like what he felt when he came here for the first time, vaguely, he felt that there was something wrong with this house, there seemed to be an awkward feeling of dislocation, Like a person wearing the wrong clothes.

But Lu Xiangdong couldn't figure out why he felt this way.

He went to Qiao Qiong's bedroom and opened the door of the big wardrobe. Unsurprisingly, the things inside were neatly arranged, and the long clothes were hung inside one by one. Some men's clothes were mixed in, which seemed to belong to Lin Xiang.

With just one glance, Lu Xiangdong saw a hanger in a row of clothes raised high. He frowned, and stretched out his hand to pull out the men's coat that was accidentally inserted into the lady's knit cardigan next to it while hanging it, and hang it neatly again.

The other side of the cabinet is divided into upper and lower layers by a partition, and many cartons are placed on them, with labels on them indicating the styles of clothes stored in the boxes.

Lu Xiangdong casually pulled out an upper box, the label on it said "Camel Cashmere Shawl", opened the box, and there was a camel cashmere shawl neatly stacked inside.

He took out a few more boxes to look at, a wine red wool dress, a white turtleneck rabbit sweater, a plaid wool skirt, etc., each piece of clothing was safely in a box with its own label.

Lu Xiangdong casually picked up a cardboard box labeled "Grey Sweetheart Neck Wool Sweater" on the lower floor and opened it, but inside was a dark blue woolen vest.He looked at several boxes one after another, and found that the goods were basically wrong. Obviously, the clothes inside were not arranged according to the markings on the boxes, but placed randomly.

"I thought of it!" Lu Xiangdong was thinking alone, Tian Mi walked in excitedly from the outside, and when she saw him, she immediately came over, turned her face and saw the open wardrobe, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? What's in this wardrobe Is there a problem?"

"You talk about yourself." Lu Xiangdongsong didn't answer her: "What did you think of?"

"What else, I thought of your so-called connection!" Tian Mi replied with confidence.

"Then talk about it."

Lu Xiangdong didn't seem to be looking forward to Tian Mi's answer, such an attitude somewhat dampened Tian Mi's enthusiasm, but right now she didn't intend to waste time on meaningless anger.

"The doubt is on the rope."

Lu Xiangdong's demeanor changed a little, he turned his eyes to Tian Mi from other places, it felt as if she appeared out of thin air.

"Be specific," he said.

"Previous fingerprint collection confirmed that only Qiao Qiong's fingerprints were on the rope that hanged Qiao Qiong. I didn't think much about it. Just now you mentioned Qiao Qiong's cleanliness and the white rags that are easily available everywhere in the house. , I thought and thought, and suddenly found something illogical in it."

When Tian Mi said this, she seemed to want to show off, so she paused on purpose, thinking that Lu Xiangdong would urge her to continue, but the other party just waited quietly, but she had no choice but to continue: "The nylon rope, it can't be Qiao Qiong produced it herself from raw materials to processing! If that rope is her own, then in addition to her fingerprints, there should be fingerprints of sales staff and even more people on it. So I thought , then there is a possibility that the rope was brought by the murderer. In order to avoid leaving fingerprints, the surface of the rope was wiped before the murder. But this is wrong, because according to the distribution of Qiao Qiong's fingerprints, it is definitely more than just struggling It just happened to happen, but there was a grasping movement before that. It doesn't make sense."

The corner of Lu Xiangdong's mouth curved up slightly, and he asked calmly, "What's the conclusion?"

"The conclusion is that there is no conclusion." Tian Mi sighed a little discouraged, feeling annoyed that she could not think clearly: "Two hypotheses are possible. One is that Qiao Qiong prepared the rope herself, and she made it herself before hanging herself. I wiped the rope, but I can't think of the necessity of doing so, unless she is so obsessed with cleanliness; the second is that the rope was prepared by the murderer, so the original fingerprints on it were removed, and then some method was used to force Qiao Qiong took the rope and hung herself up. But what would be the method?"

"Are you frustrated?" Lu Xiangdong observed Tian Mi's expression.

"Well, a little." Tian Mi nodded: "After thinking about it for a long time, the result seems to be useless, and I can't draw any conclusions."

"Everything is a mystery," Lu Xiangdong said in an unusually gentle tone, "and the key to solving the mystery is another mystery. Emerson said."

Tian Mi was startled, blinked her eyes, and stared at Lu Xiangdong with strange eyes: "God, are you comforting me? Did you have a fever or did you forget to take your medicine?"

"That's right, I'm trying to comfort you, but I don't have a fever, and I haven't forgotten to take my medicine." Lu Xiangdong dodged Tian Mi's hand reaching out to his forehead: "It's just that in terms of your IQ, you can think of this step. It’s really not easy, I don’t think I can bear to be harsh.”

Tian Mi was angry, the surprise just now was replaced by depression, she turned and walked out of Qiao Qiong's bedroom, without the smile in Lu Xiangdong's eyes behind her.

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