deep white secret

Chapter 23 Read to Me
Xu Jie then found the reporter, the landlord Lao Zhao.

"Tell me more about the circumstances under which the deceased was found."

Lao Zhao is in his 40s and has never recovered from the shock:
"Two hours ago, I came here because Xiao Zhang told me a few days ago that the water was blocked. We made an appointment to repair it today, so I brought the workers here as promised."

"How long has Zhang Qiang been renting a house?"

"Three months, counting the fourth month of this month, I don't know his situation, and he didn't say anything. If I had known this, I wouldn't rent the house to him. What will happen in the future? Who can come and live in it?"

Lao Zhao complained, full of anger.

"When you came over and used the key to open the door, what was the lock like?"

"There's nothing unusual, and I didn't find anything unusual. It's really unlucky, officer. I regret it so much now."

Lao Zhao kept complaining to Xu Jie, but he was not as scared as he was at first, so he just poured out his words.

"I started calling him and he didn't answer. I thought he was asleep. The worker was also anxious. I knocked on the door again, but no one answered. So I sent him a text message to tell him that I would enter the house by myself. As soon as he opened the door, That’s what I discovered.”

"The window was open at the time?"

Lao Zhao recalled:
"Ok!"

"Have you touched anything in the room since you entered it?"

"Officer, I was scared to death. Xiao Zhang put a plastic bag over his head. I didn't even enter the house, so I called the police directly."

"What do you think of Zhang Qiangren in the past few months?"

"It was okay. I didn't have much contact. At that time, he paid a quarter's rent at a time and a deposit. We left each other's phone numbers and contacted him several times because of the sewer blockage. He was also very polite when we spoke."

"How did Zhang Qiang rent your house at that time?"

"As an agent, Zhang Qiang thought it would work. The key is that my old house is cheap. I don't think Zhang Qiang is a rich man, and he probably doesn't earn much."

After leaving the scene, Xu Jie and Ning Xia returned to the car. The window was half open. Xu Jie put one hand on the window and took out the cigarette from his pocket with the other.

But after taking a look at Ningxia, Xu Jie realized something, put the cigarette back into the cigarette case and said:
"Ningxia, tell me your analysis."

Xu Jie's face was gloomy, but his attitude was gentle. Finally, when Xu Jie asked a question, Ning Xia turned sideways to face Xu Jie.

"First of all, the murderer and the deceased knew each other. The door lock was not broken. The deceased did not struggle or cry out before he was killed. But why did the deceased not resist when he was tied to a chair..."

Ningxia stared at Xu Jie:

"I didn't think of it."

"Ah."

"There were no signs of tampering at the scene. Although the house was messy, my phone was not lost. I saw the keys and wallet on the sofa. There was more than 200 yuan in the wallet, so the murderer probably wasn't looking for money."

Xu Jie calmed his eyes, listened and thought, and replied quietly:
"Few people use cash now, so there is little point in stealing bank cards and mobile phones. Besides, if the murderer knew the deceased, he should have known that he had little money."

Ningxia agreed and continued:
"Captain Xu, the neighbors said that the deceased liked to drink. I think it's not that he likes it but that he is depressed. The kitchen is full of instant noodles and fast food boxes. The deceased is not doing well."

"Well, the house is messy, and a resettlement worker like him may only have 3000 to [-] yuan a month."

"I didn't pay attention to the window, but Captain Xu brought it up, and I don't understand it either."

"This is my biggest question. The deceased's shoes were at the head of the bed, but he was tied to the end of the bed. The window was open in the room, and Zhang Qiang died by the window. This way it would be easy for people in the building opposite to find him. Why did the murderer do this? Woolen cloth?"

Xu Jie thought about it, knocked on the cigarette case and said:

"The landlord said that the window was open when he opened the door. The most likely reason is that the murderer opened the curtains and opened the window after committing the crime. But what is the point of doing this?"

"Captain Xu, just now the neighbor said that he heard the door closing last night. Do you think it was the sound the murderer made when he left?"

"It is very possible that this basically determines the time of death of the deceased, which is between nine and ten o'clock. It is also consistent with the preliminary inference of the Korean forensic doctor."

"Captain Xu, I just looked carefully and there is no surveillance here on Sheng'an Street."

"So we want to start from this aspect, but I'm afraid it won't work."

Xu Jie raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xia. Her serious face was full of seriousness, and Xu Jie's heavy heart was inexplicably relieved.

"The details have to wait for the autopsy report, but I just found a strange place. There is no trace of friction between the chair and the floor."

"Still doubting that, is Zhang Qiang sitting on the chair willingly?"

"This is very strange. Please tell me more details."

"Captain Xu, Zhang Qiang is very tall. If you think about it this way, the murderer is at least a physically strong person."

Regarding this point, Xu Jie did not fully agree and only said:
"If he is not strong, he is also very cautious and skillful. He is bound to succeed in murdering Zhang Qiang last night."

"Honestly, Captain Xu, I think this method of killing is quite strange. The deceased was tied up to prevent him from struggling, but covered with a plastic bag. It would take some time for the deceased to suffocate to death. Could it be that during this period, the murderer kept looking at the deceased? ?”

"Vendetta, vendetta is the most likely possibility. Let's check the interpersonal relationships around Zhang Qiang first. He has just come out, so he can't come into contact with too many people, but love killing is not ruled out."

"Love murder? Captain Xu, there is no trace of a woman living in Zhang Qiang's house. I went to the bathroom and looked. There were no toothbrushes or toiletries. Zhang Qiang lives alone."

Xu Jie chuckled:

"Living alone does not rule out love killing. I think this method of killing is very gentle. There is no direct confrontation with the deceased, so the murderer is not limited to men."

Ningxia thinks about it, what Xu Jie said makes sense.

"Captain Xu, where are the tools for committing crimes?"

"Both the rope and the plastic bag were brought by the murderer. The murderer was well prepared."

Ningxia was stunned for a moment:
"How did Captain Xu know that the zip-keeping bag was brought by the murderer?"

"Because all the bags in the kitchen and living room were not of the same style. They were large fresh-keeping bags. They were of good quality and very new. I suspected that the murderer took several of them, but he didn't expect to overpower Zhang Qiang quickly."

"What about the rope?"

"Ningxia, the rope is the most critical physical evidence. Don't tell me you ignored it."

Ningxia hurriedly explained:
"I didn't ignore it, but I only recognized the rope as a tow rope. It's very new and can't be bought in ordinary places."

"Doesn't this mean that the murderer came prepared? There is another detail you should think about."

Xu Jie was very patient, Ningxia blinked and tried to recall the scene:

"The rope seems very long."

"Yes, the rope is a round towing rope. The general specification is five meters, ten meters or 20 meters. The murderer may not be sure what the scene looks like. The rope is enough for ten meters, but he didn't use that much."

"Are there cuts in the rope?"

"No, after the murderer tied the deceased firmly, he threw the excess part of the rope on the ground. I hope the evidence team can find fingerprints on the rope."

Ningxia had to admire Xu Jie.

Xu Jie enjoyed Ning Xia looking at him with such admiring eyes. For the first time, Xu Jie found case analysis and reasoning very interesting.

Xu Jie parked his car at the entrance of the community square, and the onlookers dispersed. Building 120, Sheng'an Street, returned to its previous appearance.

At this time, Xu Jie's cell phone rang. Xu Jie lowered his head and looked at it before handing the phone to Ning Xia:

"The email has arrived. Section Chief Yang has sent Zhang Qiang's personal information. Please read it and read it to me."

(End of this chapter)