By now, the sky had darkened and it was raining.
Ken walked over from the opposite side. He didn't look too good.
"Chen, what did the police ask you?"
"Ken, tell me first. Did you kill that person?"
"No, no …" Ken paled even more in fear. "It really wasn't me. Believe me, it really wasn't me. I didn't kill anyone."
"Then where were you three hours ago?"
"I … I …" Ken's lips started trembling. He was really frightened. "I was in Deppler's house."
"You were in his house? What for? "
Chen Zhao was starting to doubt whether Ken was really the person Ken had killed.
"I … I …" Ken suddenly covered his face. "Chen, I really didn't kill him. You have to believe me."
"Can you tell me the truth?"
"I … I've been stealing from the winery. I'm giving them to Deppler," Ken said painfully. Ken said painfully, "Today, he came to me to borrow money. He said that if I didn't lend him the money, he would make this matter public. He had evidence, so I sneaked into his house to look for evidence."
Right then, Chen Zhao couldn't help but wonder if he would bump into Deppler and then kill him to silence him.
But then again, if Ken had really done that, he wouldn't have said anything.
"Tell me the truth. You really didn't kill him? Right? "
"No, it wasn't me. I was looking for evidence on the second floor, and then I heard a noise downstairs, so I ran downstairs. I saw Deppler's body. I don't know how Deppler's body appeared in the room. When I went in, there was nothing." "That's right.
"How did you get in?"
"I know that Deppler's key is hidden on the door frame."
"Did you see the killer?"
"No … I didn't see anything. From the time I heard the noise to the time I went downstairs, it was only a minute. I only saw Deppler in a pool of blood."
Chen Zhao furrowed his brows. "Do you think it's possible that Deppler and the murderer came back together and killed Deppler after entering? When you went downstairs, the murderer was actually still in the room?"
Ken's face became even paler. "I … I don't know."
Ken was really scared. After all, he had just escaped from a murder scene.
He would probably become the biggest suspect. Chen Zhao believed that Ken must have left a lot of evidence against him at the scene, such as questioning or dandruff.
Ken wasn't a professional criminal, so he didn't think too much about it.
"I didn't say anything to the police," Chen Zhao said. "But I need to go to the crime scene to take a look. Go home first. Don't think too much."
"Alright …"
Chen Zhao returned to the house and called Fali. "Fali, drive me to town."
Chen Zhao was willing to believe that Ken wasn't the murderer, but he was worried about leaving Fali alone at home, so he called her over.
"What are you and Ken talking about?"
"Ken might be in trouble, big trouble."
"What's going on?"
"Ken said that he was at the delinquent's house when the killer attacked."
Fali drove the car to the crime scene. There was already a police tape around the perimeter.
Chen Zhao stood outside. When Leonardo saw Chen Zhao, he walked over. "Chen, Fali, why are you here?"
"I want to see if there's anything we can help with."
"Then come in."
Deppler's house was a dilapidated duplex house. It looked like it hadn't been repaired for more than a decade.
There was a musty smell as soon as Chen Zhao entered the house. It was dark and there was only a flickering light in the hallway.
Many police officers walked around the house, looking for tiny evidence.
His body was in the hallway at the door. There was a big puddle of blood on the ground and the hallway was covered in blood. It seemed to have been splattered everywhere.
Chen Zhao blocked Fali behind him. "Do you want to go out for some fresh air?"
"No need. I'm not as weak as you think."
Chen Zhao looked up and said, "Leonardo, is the forensic doctor here?"
"Not yet."
"Can I check the body?"
"Try to keep it the same."
"Understood. Get me a pair of gloves."
After putting on the gloves, Chen Zhao squatted before the body.
He pulled open Deppler's shirt and saw the two holes in his chest.
One of the holes was from the back, and the other was from the position of the heart.
Someone must have pierced through his back and he lost his ability to move.
"Leonardo, when the forensic comes, it's best to check his blood."
"Why?"
"The victim's wound should have come from the back, but this wound is not enough to make the victim lose the ability to move or call for help, so the murder weapon is most likely equipped with a highly effective anesthetic that can produce a paralyzing effect in a very short period of time."
Chen Zhao continued, "Also, the victim lost too little blood. Either the murderer sucked it away, or this isn't the primary crime scene."
Just then, Melson walked over. "Chen, you should be a forensic doctor for our station."
"If you can give me better pay, I'll consider it," Chen Zhao said, smiling. Melson shook his head with a bitter smile.
The pay of a forensic doctor was too low. Chen Zhao wasn't interested in sacrificing his own benefits to serve the American people.
Of course, forensic doctors could work part-time. Most forensic doctors in America did that.
"But how do you explain the blood stains around?" Leonardo asked.
"The murderer might have purposely scattered the blood everywhere to avoid being discovered as the crime scene. It looks like there's a lot of blood around, but only a small amount is needed," Chen Zhao said. "So, I think you can investigate where the victim went and who he met before he died."
"The victim's heart is in his hand. What's the murderer's goal?"
"I don't know. It should be the police's responsibility to investigate this."
Halfway through Chen Zhao's words, the bloody heart in Deppler's hand slid down. Just then, Chen Zhao saw a mark.
Chen Zhao remembered this mark. He seemed to have seen it in a magic book before, but he couldn't remember what it represented.
"What does this mark mean?" Leonardo also saw the mark.
"The victim from last time had a similar mark," Melson said.
"The victim from last time?"
"The wanted criminal who committed suicide by hanging," Melson said.
Fali glanced at Chen Zhao. Now, she was even more suspicious that Deppler's death had something to do with Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao had come to this crime scene mainly to confirm if Ken was the murderer or not.
Now, he could more or less confirm that Ken wasn't the murderer, but this still couldn't clear his name.
Of course, Chen Zhao didn't want Ken to be the murderer because he liked Bant and Mary.
Also, the mark Chen Zhao had found at the scene reminded him of the Gates of Hell.
Chen Zhao suspected that Deppler's death might have something to do with the Gates of Hell.
On the way back —
"Chen, tell me. That b * stard's death has nothing to do with you."
"Please, if I really did it, do I have to hide it from you?"
"What's with the mark on his hand?"
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