The police began their investigation. Of course, it could also be said that it was Feng Bujue's investigation work.
After chatting with Scofield for a while, Brother Bujue learned that there were only four police officers who came to the mountain villa to investigate the murder case. Besides Scofield and the two men he brought into the house, there was one left outside the house to watch the car.
However, this was reasonable. For a police station in such a remote area, resources were very limited. Sending two police cars and four police officers to the house already showed that they valued this case very much.
"It's a little late, Detective. Do you want to let your men take the body back to town for an examination?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, he was kneeling on the floor next to the body. He put his head close to Denis's neck and carefully observed the wound.
At this time, the people in the corridor outside the door had already left. One police officer was standing guard at the door, while another police officer began to take some preliminary statements.
"There's only one clinic in town. I don't think the doctor there can handle this kind of work," Scofield replied. "Our town rarely has a murder case like this. If we want to do an autopsy, I'm afraid the body will have to be sent to Ogilvy City, which is half a day's journey from here. The police station there is equipped with a forensic doctor …"
"Okay," Feng Bujue interrupted. "Pretend I didn't ask." As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the back of the sofa. He held Denis's head and moved it gently. After a few seconds, he said, "He was strangled to death. The wound is very thin, and it's at the back of his neck. The murder weapon should be steel wire or fishing line."
"Hmm …" Scofield followed Feng Bujue and also saw the situation at the back of Denis's neck.
Feng Bujue continued, "In addition to the wound caused by the wire, there are many small irregular wounds on the front of the neck." He raised the dead man's hand and used a toothpick to pick out a piece of flesh between the fingernails. He said, "Obviously, he used his fingers to pick it out."
Scofield thought for a while and said, "Hmm … This was left when he was strangled from behind and tried to pull the wire away?"
"A futile struggle." Feng Bujue said coldly, "As long as the murderer tightened the rope tightly enough, even if a hemp rope was used as a murder weapon, it would still be difficult for the victim to dig their fingers into the space between the hemp rope and the skin, let alone such a thin thread … If the murderer's arm was strong enough, it was possible to cut off the entire head."
Listening to Brother Jue's calm narration and looking at his cold and focused expression … Even Scofield, a detective who had seen many big scenes, couldn't help but shiver.
"The carpet in front of the sofa has traces of the deceased using the tip of her foot. It's obvious that there are a few layers of folds on the carpet." Feng Bujue looked down. "Combined with the scuff marks on the carpet … My preliminary judgment is that he was strangled to death while sitting on this chair. After he died, the murderer didn't move him."
Speaking of this, Feng Bujue suddenly saw something. He bent down, slightly pushed the dead man's legs aside, and picked up a cigarette butt from the cushion of the sofa.
The next second, he immediately turned his head to look at the ashtray on the small table next to him. There were also a few cigarette butts in it. Brother Jue compared the two in front of him and even sniffed them. After confirming that they were the same brand, he said, "He was smoking when he was killed …"
"So … the murderer hid somewhere in this room in advance, sneaked up on the victim from behind, and then suddenly killed him?" Scofield speculated.
Feng Bujue shook his head and replied, "In this room, the only places to hide are under the bed, the closet, and the bathroom next door." He went to the bathroom and gave the door a gentle push. The hinges of the wooden door creaked. "Most of the wooden doors and furniture make that noise. If the murderer was hiding in the bathroom or the closet, he would definitely make a sound when he came out. " He came to the bedside again. "As for under the bed, it's very difficult to hide an adult. Also, the victim's face was facing the bed, so he would have been seen when he came out."
"Then … it means that before the victim was killed, he knew that the murderer was in the same room as him," Scofield said after thinking for a few seconds. "But he wasn't prepared."
Feng Bujue shrugged and said, "Yes, the murderer must be someone who knew Denis. So when the murderer walked to Denis' blind spot and took out the murder weapon, Denis was still smoking leisurely. "
"As expected, the murderer is in this villa …" Scofield muttered thoughtfully.
"What? It sounds like you already have a suspect? "Feng Bujue asked.
"Uh … It's just some immature ideas," Scofield said.
"Why don't you say it, Detective?" Feng Bujue said.
Scofield hesitated for a moment and glanced in the direction of the door, which was still open, before he lowered his voice slightly and said, "I suspect … it's Master Colston."
"Oh? Why do you think so? "Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't you think … that old man seems too calm?" Scofield said. "His speech and behavior don't seem like the reaction of an old man who has just suffered the pain of losing his son."
"No, his reaction is normal. Before you came, when he just learned that his son was killed, he was indeed very agitated, but he calmed down faster than the average person, "Feng Bujue said." Because he's not an ordinary old man. " He paused for a moment. "There are at least four obvious signs on Colston that he has a military background. Denis also mentioned this to me. Colston may have seen more corpses than you and I have seen living people. His will is strong and he's rational enough. This kind of person won't break down easily. "
As Feng Bujue spoke, he walked to the window. "In addition … as you can see, Master Colston needs the help of crutches to walk, and the murderer of this case has to hold the murder weapon with both hands and approach the victim." As he spoke, his eyes lit up as if he had found something at the edge of the window frame, but he didn't stop talking. "Besides … if he was in the same room with his father, Denis wouldn't have his back to him and talk while smoking. That would be too disrespectful."
"Did you find something?" Scofield also noticed Feng Bujue's actions and quickly followed to check.
"Ah … I just figured out how the murderer escaped from the secret room," Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone. "That's not a problem." He pointed to the window frame. "Look here …"
Scofield followed the direction that Brother Jue was pointing at and noticed a faded blood stain that had a neat edge. "What does that mean?"
"It means that the murderer directly used the murder weapon to create this secret room." After Feng Bujue said that, he opened the window and poked his head out to look. "The foundation of this mansion is quite thick. The height of the window is about 1.7 meters from the grass outside." He climbed out. After all, this was only the first floor …
"Hmm … Other than Colston and Oliver, everyone else is a suspect." Then, he lowered his head to inspect the footprints. "Wait a minute," Feng Bujue mumbled to himself as he jumped onto the grass outside the house.
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