The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
However, because of the sudden drop in temperature, Zhao Yu still felt very cold. When the wind blew on his face, he felt like he was being cut by a knife. In order to protect himself from the cold, he grabbed Master Ba's cotton hat and put it on his head.
Although he was joking, Master Ba didn't dare to complain, as Zhao Yu was Zhao Yu's superior. He just quickly asked someone to buy a few new cotton hats for Zhao Yu and the others.
At that moment, Zhao Yu, Zeng Ke, and Cui Lizhu arrived at a place called the Royal Tomb. They were going to Han Kuan and Zhang Jingru's home to investigate the crime scene.
Although the Royal Tomb sounded a little remote, it was actually an urban village, located in the northwest of the Golden City, even within the Fourth Ring Road.
Since it was called the Royal Tomb, it must have had a history. It was said that during the Qing Dynasty, many members of the imperial family had been buried there. The residents of the Royal Tomb were all descendants of the tomb keepers.
However, Han Kuan and his wife weren't old residents here. Their house was the wedding house that Han Kuan had bought for himself when he got married.
As early as that era, the village had been arguing about the demolition of the house. Unexpectedly, Han Kuan and his wife had lived there for 20 years, but nothing had changed.
The urban village was well-connected, so there were many cars coming and going. Although it was freezing cold, there were still many local residents outdoors. As soon as they saw the police, they all ran out of their houses and gathered to watch.
Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Zhao Yu's mind was still replaying the scene that had taken place in the warm small partition last night. Miao Ying's gentleness still lingered in his mind.
However, now that they had decided to divide the work, the two of them had to go back to work after dawn. Miao Ying took Ran Tao and Wu Xiumin to continue investigating the serial murder case! As for Zhao Yu, he took Cui Lizhu and Zeng Ke to investigate the crime scene of Han Kuan's case.
Of course, before the investigation, Zhao Yu opened another hexagram as usual. This time, he got a Gen-Kan hexagram, which meant that not only would he be able to progress in the case, but he would also have a relationship with a woman.
Because of Miao Ying, Zhao Yu was no longer interested in women, but he was very interested in the Gen hexagram, which represented the case. Since he had gotten a Gen hexagram consecutively, he had to strike while the iron was hot.
So, in order to restore the scene as clearly as possible, Zhao Yu not only called the police who had arrived at the crime scene that day, but also the forensic experts who had collected evidence later. He even called Zhang Jingfeng, the brother of the deceased, and Han Kuan, who was in custody.
That was why the local residents were able to witness such a majestic scene. When they saw Han Kuan in person, they were naturally very surprised and couldn't help but talk about him.
After removing the seal on the gate, Ba Chen used the key to open the gate of Han Kuan's house. Looking at Ba Chen's fat body, Zhao Yu felt a little strange. After all, Barry was the logistics director of the police station, and he had no obligation to participate in a criminal investigation.
Therefore, Zhao Yu guessed that Bureau Chief Zhang must have arranged for him to temporarily take on the role of the criminal police captain, to replace the previous captain who had just given birth to a chubby boy.
Zhao Yu was speechless at the lack of manpower. However, he faintly had a good impression of Ba Chen, the almighty fatty. He felt that Ba Chen's thinking was at least much clearer than others.
After more than three months of neglect, the yard of Han Kuan's house was covered with thick snow, which even reached up to his ankles when he stepped on it.
In order to prevent thieves from entering the house, the police reinforced the split door frame and replaced it with the original anti-theft door. When Ba Chen opened the door with the key again, they entered the house.
Han Kuan and his wife's bedroom was on the left, and the door was not locked. After pushing it open, Zhao Yu finally saw the crime scene.
Although the blood-stained bedsheets had all been taken to the police station for testing, Zhao Yu could still smell the blood when he saw the big bed. He could still imagine the tragic scene of Han Kuan lying in his wife's blood.
After seeing the crime scene, Zhao Yu raised his hand and gestured to Ba Chen. Ba Chen hurried to the door and blocked everyone else outside.
Zhao Yu carefully observed the environment, including the bed, the furniture, the floor, the windowsill, and so on. He was thinking about all kinds of possibilities.
Zhao Yu observed the scene in silence for more than 10 minutes, then waved to Zeng Ke and asked him to take out the photos of the crime scene.
Then, in front of everyone's surprised eyes, Zhao Yu lay down on the bed where Zhang Jingru had died. In the meantime, in order to truly restore the scene, he even adjusted his posture and position according to the photos. After lying down, he lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.
This …
Everyone looked at each other in shock. They had never seen a case being investigated on the spot like this.
Among them, only Han Kuan, who was handcuffed, opened his eyes wide and looked very excited. He guessed that Zhao Yu's behavior would add more surprising material to his novel.
Zhao Yu lay there for two minutes. Just when everyone thought that he had fallen asleep, Zhao Yu suddenly sat up and extended his arms, posing in a classic zombie pose.
Oh …
Everyone was startled, and some of the more timid ones almost fell to the ground.
Of course, Zhao Yu did it on purpose. He laughed evilly, then raised his right arm and started comparing it to the photo. After comparing for a while, he said to Zeng Ke, who was next to him,
"Zeng, look … Zhang Jingru is on the left, and Han Kuan is on the right!" Zhao Yu gestured at his right arm, then said, "Zhang Jingru's right wrist was cut off! So … If Zhang Jingru wanted to commit suicide, she would have to cut her right hand with her left hand … "
"Hey! What are you doing? "At this time, Zhang Jingfeng's dissatisfied voice suddenly came from outside the door." My sister would never commit suicide! Do you want to help this bald man get away with this? "
"Shut up!" Ba Chen hurriedly glared at him.
"Han Kuan …" Zhao Yu sat on the bed and asked, "Is your wife left-handed?"
"No! Absolutely not!" Han Kuan replied in a hurry.
"Even if she's left-handed, it's not right!" Zhao Yu pointed to his right hand and said, "The autopsy report said that Zhang Jingru's wound was deep on the left and shallow on the right. If she wanted to commit suicide, would she have cut herself with the knife in the opposite direction?"
Hearing this, Director Ba couldn't help but say, "Leader Zhao, even if she held the knife in the opposite direction, it would be impossible to solve the problem of fingerprints! Zhang Jingru's fingerprints were not found on the murder weapon, only Han Kuan's! Judging from the scene, after Zhang Jingru's wrist was cut, there was no sign of violent struggle or movement. If she had done it herself, it would have been impossible for her fingerprints to not be left behind! If she wanted to erase them, she wouldn't have been able to do it with one hand! "
"Um … That is to say … Zhang Jingru couldn't have committed suicide?" Zhao Yu gestured a few more times, then said, "But, if the murderer was Han Kuan …"
"This …" Han Kuan's face changed.
"Yes, then it all makes sense!" Director Ba nodded, then said, "When we rushed into the scene, we found that Han Kuan was holding the knife with his right hand. If he cut Zhang Jingru's right wrist with his right hand, the direction of the cut would be the same!"
"Yes …" Zhao Yu nodded.
Zhang Jingfeng pointed at Han Kuan angrily and said, "Then … What are you waiting for? Why don't you just shoot him?"
"Jingfeng, what do you want me to do to convince you?" Han Kuan tried to explain. "It really wasn't me!"
"If … Let's assume that there was a third person at the scene …" Zhao Yu said, then asked, "Could this person have fabricated such a scene?"
"We have assumed," said Butler, "that it would be easy to do if the murderer wore gloves. He just needed to knock them out, cut Zhang Jingru's arm, and then put the murder weapon into Han Kuan's hand! "
"But, in that case, our hypothesis is back to square one! If there was a third person, why didn't he kill Han Kuan as well? Wouldn't it have been more perfect to fabricate a scene of a couple committing suicide? Why would he want to keep Han Kuan alive? "
"Maybe …" Zhao Yu said, "Maybe the murderer and Han Kuan have some kind of relationship. He did this to get revenge on Han Kuan! Or, he wanted to prove something against Han Kuan's novel? "
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