“Dinglingling…” The harsh phone ring awakened Zhang Jin, who had just fallen asleep after a long day. “Hey” Zhang Jin lazily picked up the phone, “Supervisor Zhang, there was a murder on No. 35 Old Street. , Please go quickly.” The operator of the Central Bureau said hurriedly. Just as a cheetah found its prey, Zhang Jin, who was still listless just now, immediately became energetic: “Okay, I’ll go right away.”
It was 1:20 in the morning. Since the full moon was full of light, Zhang Jin drove to the scene quickly. No. 35 Old Street is easy to recognize, because in this silent late night, only there is brightly lit, and my colleagues are here, busy at the scene.
“Ah! It’s Mr. He’s house!” Zhang Jin patted his head. No. 35 Old Street is the home of the famous writer He Da. He has published several realistic plots and close to historical events. He is famous for his historical novels and is one of the writers worshipped by Zhang Jin.
“Supervisor Zhang, He Da died. The reason is unknown, but his wife reported the case.” As soon as he walked into the door of He’s house, a colleague who had arrived earlier than Zhang Jin reported him. “Little Liu,” Zhang Jin said to him, “Take me to the scene to see.”
He Da died in his study, with a window on the east side closed tightly. , The rows of bookcases on the south side are full of books, and the manuscripts of He Da are spread out on the writing desk on the north side. A cup of tea on the side of the table is still warm. The corpse is in the center of the room, face up, and the body is lying flat. There was a lot of dust on the sportswear she was wearing, and there was a huge wound in her abdomen.
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“Forensic doctor, what is the preliminary identification result?” The forensic doctor cautiously replied: “Preliminary speculation was homicide. The cause of death was an attack by an unknown foreign object and excessive bleeding. Dead.” Zhang Jin was very dissatisfied with the answer: “What is the unknown foreign object you are talking about? A shooting? Or a sharp weapon attack? There must always be a general idea.” The forensic doctor pushed his glasses embarrassedly, and said. “How can I look at things like fragments of cannonballs.”
“Cannonballs?!” Zhang Jin looked at the forensic doctor suspiciously: “You didn’t wake up, right here. It’s a residential building, not a battlefield. Where did the shell fragments come from?” The forensic doctor replied aggrievedly: “It looks like metal fragments, and the large amount of mud on the corpse looks like it was splashed by a shell explosion. That’s what I said. If the corpse was seen on the battlefield, I wouldn’t hesitate to say that it was blown to death, but now I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Forget it, let’s take a picture of the scene, take the corpse away, go back for a good autopsy, and return the shell fragments.” Zhang Jin’s commander cleared the scene.
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“Let’s talk to his wife.” Zhang Jin felt the case instinctively weird. He walked quickly to the hall, He Da’s wife Song Wen sat on the sofa and twitched.
“Mrs. Ho, can you tell me what happened?Have you said it in detail? “Zhang Jin waited patiently for Song Wen to answer. After the initial hysteria, Song Wen gradually calmed down, and said with a choked voice: “When Ada locked himself in the study, we never allowed us to disturb him. He was usually there. The study was also very quiet to write his novels, but today, at twelve o’clock, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I passed the study door, I felt that my feet were wet. I thought it was a water leak. I turned on the lights in the corridor. The blood flowed out from the study door. I was so frightened that I knocked hard on the door, but there was no sound inside. So I called the police. When they came, they knocked the door open and found that Ada was lying on the ground. He…” Song Wen was excited again as he spoke, and burst into tears. www.guidaye.com
“Don’t cry first, I will ask you a few questions. I hope you will answer me truthfully. This will help our police solve the case as soon as possible. Song Wen nodded.
“You and your husband live here?” Song Wen replied: “And my son, he went to study abroad last year, so now there are only two of us. “
“Did your husband do anything unusual tonight?” “”it’s common! Ah, yes! “Song Wen thought for a while and exclaimed: “When he writes novels at night, he never locks the door in the study. Sometimes I go in to see him, but every month when the moon is full, he puts in the study. The door was locked, saying that it was the best time to write, and no one of us was allowed to go in and disturb. “