A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 445 Not Suicide
Jian Chuan seemed to take a deep breath, staring at the beautiful face in front of him, no vitality, no smile, just the night before yesterday, they walked the quiet path together, talking freely under the moonlight.

In a blink of an eye, everything became an illusion, and the girl he had loved for so many years would never open her eyes again, calling him "Jian Chuan" in that clear and agile voice.

Jian Chuan sniffed, not letting his emotions cover up his professional judgment.

"Look at this strangle mark. I compared it. It is indeed caused by this rope, but the position is wrong." Jian Chuan picked up the rope with his gloved hand, "If it is hung on the clothes rack, this The strangulation marks should have slanted upwards from the neck, but now the strangled marks are obviously slanted downwards, which shows that someone used this rope to strangle the neck of the deceased from behind, and then strangled the deceased. His body was hung up."

Everyone squatted down and saw that, as Jian Chuan said, the direction of the strangle mark was wrong.

"I think Lawyer Nan must have discovered something too." Jian Chuan looked up at Nan Zhan.

"Yes, there are two points." Nan Zhan looked at the clothes hanger first: "First, it is this clothes hanger that can prove what Dr. Jian said that the deceased was hung up after death."

"It's just an ordinary drying rack, how do you tell?" Someone asked in confusion.

"It's very simple, do an experiment."

Nan Yu, who had just gone out, opened the door and walked in. He had an extra clothes drying rack in his hand, and his head was still covered with sweat from running, "Brother, there happened to be a building materials store nearby, and I found one that was exactly the same. Clothes hanger."

"Okay, please let someone install it first."

Nan Yu and the two policemen quickly finished installing the clothes rack. Everyone was watching Nan Zhan, not knowing whether the deceased committed suicide or homicide had anything to do with the clothes rack.

Nan Yu filled a large white jug with a bucket full of water and brought it out. The weight should be fifty catties.

"Now, let's hang this [-]-jin bucket on the clothes rack with a rope." The commander of the Southern Warfare hung the bucket up, and the clothes rack only shook slightly and bent slightly downward.

"The weight of the deceased should be [-] catties by visual inspection. Let's add another bucket."

Another bucket was hung up, and the drying rack was slightly bent again.

"This is the state when the deceased was found. The clothes hanger is only slightly bent." Nan Zhan continued: "But the fact is that the deceased suddenly kicked off the chair and fell down, which means it should be like this."

He asked people to hang two water poles up again, but this time, two people stretched out their hands under the bucket to lift it up.

"Okay, you can let go."

The two people who were holding the bucket let go of their hands at the same time, and the bucket fell suddenly. After the clothes rack shook violently a few times, it bent in the middle, forming a sixty-degree angle.

Everyone saw this little experiment and immediately understood.

Because of gravity.
This is the difference between being hung up after death and hanging himself. The clothes hanger is the best proof.

When Jian Si saw the South War demonstration, she already understood that Feng Piao Piao was really killed by someone.

Who is so cruel and merciless that he has the heart to kill a young girl?
"Besides, before the deceased was murdered, three people visited this room." Nan Zhan's words made waves.

The room was very tidy, there was no sign that anyone had been there, and he was talking about three people, not together, but separately.

Nan Zhan walked towards the gate, squatted down his slender body, and pointed to a pair of white sneakers: "There is an obvious fresh shoe print on it, and this pattern belongs to the most common men's leather shoes. The gate is so big, why would that person step on it?" To the shoes placed so far away?"

Nan Yu thought for a while, and then said: "Because they had a quarrel or tore at the door, they stepped on their shoes in a panic."

Nan Zhan nodded, someone had already picked up the shoe and put it in the evidence bag.

"This is the first person to come here." Nan Zhan said and walked to the living room. There was a very ordinary glass on the coffee table, and there was a glass of water in it. "I saw it in the kitchen. The glass used by the deceased It's a black porcelain cup, not a glass, and it's on the dining room table, so why is this glass here?"

"It's possible that the deceased used the glass on a whim, or..." Nan Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, "He entertained guests here."

"This is not a whim of the deceased, because this cup is a set of six, all of which are placed in a box. If it were you, would you leave the ready-made cups unused and go to find a new cup from the box? Obviously, it was a sudden arrival at home. After receiving the guests, the deceased took out an unused glass from the box." Nan Zhan said and picked up the ashtray on the other side of the coffee table, and a technician immediately took out a piece of cigarette butt from it, " The owner of this cigarette is the second person who has been in this room."

Jane Si lowered her voice and said, "Piao Piao usually smokes."

"Yes, I know." Nan Zhan nodded: "The deceased usually smoked women's cigarettes, and this kind of cigarette with a stronger taste is the favorite of men."

"But, how do you know that the drinker and the smoker are not the same person?"

"Because of habit. You see, the place where the water glass is placed is facing the sofa where the guest sits, and the ashtray is opposite the single sofa on the other side. If you go to someone's house to have a guest, you will be on the sofa here Do you drink water and go to the sofa on the other side to smoke? Most people have the habit of keeping their water cups where they are. Even if they move around, they will still sit in front of the water cup when they come back." Nan Zhan pointed to the cup and said: " This glass belonged to the last person who got here, he didn't drink from it, and shortly after, he killed the deceased, because the deceased was a very tidy person, she wouldn't leave the drinking glass behind when the guests left, so, the glass His master is the last."
"Now we need to find three people who came to the deceased's residence, one of them must be the murderer."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, surprised and admired at the same time. Being able to draw such accurate inferences from these ordinary details is indeed a master of reasoning that even the city bureau relies on.

After Nan Zhan said these words, he glanced at Jian Chuan who was still squatting on the ground.

He seemed to be silent for a while, but he quickly stood up and said calmly, "I smoked this cigarette."

"Doctor Jane?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Jian Chuan said: "I did come here at noon yesterday, because the deceased Miss Feng Piao Piao is the girl I am pursuing."

Everyone's eyes changed from surprise to sympathy.
Nan Zhan nodded. In fact, he had discovered just now that Jian Chuan’s cigarette case in his trousers pocket showed a corner because of his squatting. What kind of smoke is it, and he also saw Jian Chuan and Feng Piao Piao at the door of the coffee shop that day.

Nan Zhan said: "Dr. Jian did have a motive to kill because the courtship failed."

"Impossible." Jian Si on the side hastily denied, "My elder brother likes Piao Piao very much, so he won't kill her."

"I just said that there was a motive, and I didn't say that the person was killed by him. What I just said is very clear. The murderer was the person who sat here to drink this glass of water, and he was also known to the deceased. Otherwise, she would not let him Entering the hall and entering the room, let alone being strangled to death without precaution." Nan Zhan frowned lightly.

"Ni Yuanchen." Jian Si suddenly said: "Ni Yuanchen, she is Piao Piao's ex-boyfriend, Piao Piao wants to break up with her, but he has always disagreed. He even stalked her and threatened her a few days ago."

After Nan Yu heard this, he immediately asked someone to find this Ni Yuanchen. From the current point of view, he had a motive for committing the crime and was the most suspected.
Just as everyone continued to collect evidence, they suddenly heard a sharp cry from outside, and then a woman in her 50s rushed in, "Daughter, my daughter."

The police at the door stopped her immediately, and Jian Si recognized that this was Feng Piao Piao's mother Qin Yan, and Qin Yan was followed by her stepfather Feng Qingzhong.

"Sorry, you can't go in." The police blocked the two outside, "You can't destroy the scene."

"It was my daughter who died. Why can't I go in, my poor daughter." The grieving Qin Yan tried to shake off the policeman, but Jian Si hurried over to support her: "Auntie, Piao Piao was killed by someone. Killed, so the scene cannot be destroyed, otherwise there will be no way to find the murderer."

Both Qin Yan and Feng Qingzhong looked at her in shock: "What, he killed?"

Jian Si pulled the two of them aside, briefly told them about Nan Zhan's analysis just now, Qin Yan was distraught, and kept crying, in contrast, Feng Qingzhong was much calmer, still crying comfort her.

"Take them back to the police station." Nan Zhan withdrew from the scene, and Jian Si followed.

She asked, "Can you find out the owner of that cup?"

Nan Zhan suddenly asked: "Have you read the document I sent you?"

"Not yet, I only watched a third of it, did you find any problems?"

Nan Zhan stared at her for a while, "Let me ask you another question. Half a year ago, when you were repairing the wall at home, who else came to your room except the workers who repaired the wall? Think carefully about it." Clearly, no matter what reason anyone has to speak out."

Jian Si didn't understand why he thought of this question again, and scratched his head: "It's been too long, I can't remember it, please let me think about it again."

"Okay, one more thing, Feng Piao Piao's stepfather has a problem." Nan Zhan lit a cigarette and took two puffs: "When he saw Feng Piao Piao's body just now, he seemed to be relieved, even if it was a relationship. No, he shouldn't have reacted like this to the death of his stepdaughter, if he wasn't the murderer, he must have some dark secret."

Jane Si asked in shock: "A secret that cannot be told?"

"Your friend is pretty, and a man with a romantic nature will probably have unreasonable thoughts about her."

"Where did you find out that he was a romantic man?"

Nan Zhan took a puff of cigarette, "There were six policemen in the room at the time, and only one was a policewoman. The first thing he saw when he stood at the door was the policewoman, and then he looked at you. If he was a normal person, When his stepdaughter dies, shouldn't he care about his stepdaughter first? Besides, he smells very strong of perfume, and his hair and clothes are well-groomed. At his age, he pays so much attention to his appearance. It's not romantic What is it?"

(End of this chapter)