Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 157 Searching the Crime Scene
The cordon was set up.

Behind the crowd of onlookers, they found the owner of the clothing store.

The boss looks to be in her forties, very beautiful, and dressed very fashionably.

He was so frightened that he sat on the steps and couldn't get up for a long time.

Zhuang Yanzheng asked her for the key, but she rummaged through her bag for a long time and couldn't find it.

While she was looking for the keys, Zhuang Yanzheng also managed to get some information from her.

The boss said the deceased was her employee, named Xia, from Yuecheng.

I'm twenty years old this year.

Above the shop is a warehouse and a separate small room.

Seeing that she was young and had come to Jinghai looking for work, the boss let her stay in a small room upstairs, thinking he could save her some rent.

Who would have thought something like this would happen?

"What's your full name?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"Let's call her Xia," the shopkeeper said.

"What about Xia?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked again.

"It's not Xia something, it's called Xia Xiao," the shopkeeper said.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her: "Is there a surname like 'Xiao'?"

"Of course I have it." The shopkeeper looked at him as if he were illiterate, took out his phone and typed a word for him, "It's this 'xiao'."

Zhuang Yanzheng craned his neck to look at her phone.

Yes, it's Xiao.

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

The police officer next to him, who was responsible for taking notes, silently wrote down the two characters "Xiao Xia".

"The key." The boss finally found the key. "You guys go open it, I'm too scared to go over there."

Zhuang Yanzheng took the keys and left.

Qi Feng came over and asked the boss some details.

The other police officers were also questioning the surrounding crowd.

Zhuang Yanzheng opened the roller shutter door.

A few people stayed in the clothing store on the first floor, while Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng went to the second floor.

The second floor is a warehouse, piled high with clothes.

And it had a very strong paint smell.

Su Miaoyi and the others saw several buckets of paint by the wall.

There's a small cubicle on the side.

Chu Xingrou pushed open the door and was startled when she saw what was inside.

It's a space of about ten square meters.

What meets the eye is patches of red.

My vision was initially assaulted, and my heart skipped a few beats before I realized it was paint.

After opening it, the smell of paint became even stronger.

Zhuang Yanzheng squatted down and touched the paint on the ground; it was already dry.

The room contained only a bed, a table, a stool, and a simple clothes rack with many clothes hanging on it.

There were also many clothes piled up on the single bed.

There was a computer on the table, and next to it was a bowl of spicy hot pot. It looked like it was from last night, and it seemed like it had just been turned on and hadn't been eaten much before the person was murdered.

Paint was splattered everywhere in the room.

It's on the walls, the bed, clothes, cups, the table, under the table, the computer, the window frame, and even inside the hot pot.

As a result, many marks were covered up by paint.

Su Miaoyi looked at the rope tied to the table leg.

The table legs were wedged into the radiator under the windowsill, so it was very sturdy.

Zhuang Yanzheng untied the rope.

Together with Su Miaoyi, they pulled the rope and slowly lowered the hanging corpse.

Yan Cheng is conducting a preliminary autopsy below.

Zhuang Yanzheng touched the cut on the table.

It was cut by a knife, many cuts of varying depths.

Completely covered in paint.

Su Miaoyi was about to spray some occult blue light reagent on the table when Zhuang Yanzheng drew the curtains.

After spraying, there is a reaction, but the blue light is relatively weak.

These cuts on the table, if they were caused by cutting off both hands.

There should be a lot of blood on the table.

However, after the paint was applied, it was somewhat affected, resulting in not much blue fluorescence.

Su Miaoyi sprayed some more everywhere.

There were reactions on the ground, on the table, and on the window frame, but not many of them reacted.

But this also shows that there is blood in these places.

Blood samples were collected from various locations based on the location of the fluorescence.

Then Zhuang Yanzheng drew back the curtains. Chu Xingrou began to look at the things on the bed.

A cell phone was found under the blanket.

It's password protected and can't be opened.

Then she found a notebook under her pillow.

"Team Leader Zhuang, Sister Miaomiao, look."

Zhuang Yanzheng opened the notebook and flipped through it.

“These are all the IDs of livestreamers and internet celebrities,” Chu Xingrou said, “and some celebrities as well.”

Su Miaoyi looked at it.

The streamer's ID is followed by their name, address, and phone number.

It also includes the celebrity's name, address, and phone number.

"Is this Xiao Xia?" Chu Xingrou looked at Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi.

Neither of them spoke.

Zhuang Yanzheng handed the notebook to Chu Xingrou: "Take it back first."

"Okay." Chu Xingrou put it into the evidence bag.

Su Miaoyi turned on the computer, but it was password protected and she couldn't open it.

Stepping out of the small cubicle, Su Miaoyi glanced at the window behind the warehouse.

The window was open when they came up.

There was red paint by the window, and she gestured with her hand.

It must have been handprints left when someone grabbed the window frame as they got out of the window.

Judging from the paint, the killer was wearing gloves.

Su Miaoyi sprayed some occult blood blue light reagent, which showed fluorescence, indicating the presence of blood.

She took the tools and extracted the blood. Then she checked the window frame for fingerprints, hair, or anything like that.

Finding nothing, she looked down again.

There are some messy boxes piled up below.

You can climb up by stepping on boxes and then on the eaves of the first floor.

Zhuang Yanzheng checked the paint buckets for fingerprints and then looked at the door to the cubicle.

It's locked.

There were no signs of damage.

There wasn't even a trace of the lock being used.

If the downstairs lock is locked, the upstairs lock may never have been locked at all.

"Captain Zhuang, I'm going down to check on the body," Su Miaoyi said.

"Ah."

Su Miaoyi went downstairs.

Yan Cheng is examining the severed wound on the deceased's wrist.

Su Miaoyi squatted down beside him.

Yan Cheng said, "The cut is very rough, as if it was chopped off many times with an axe or cleaver."

Su Miaoyi touched her wound while wearing gloves.

I don't know how to describe this feeling.

There are crumbs.

"The time of the murder was probably between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m.," Yan Cheng said. "He suffered a severe blow to the head and a broken neck."

Su Miaoyi looked at the deceased's neck and saw two ligature marks.

"Cause of death: mechanical asphyxiation," Yan Cheng said.

Su Miaoyi nodded.

The murderer first strangled the woman with a rope, then tied the rope around her neck and threw her down.

"What was discovered up there?" Yan Cheng asked.

Su Miaoyi did not speak.

Yan Cheng turned his head and found Su Miaoyi squatting to the side, her eyes half-lowered, motionless.

He didn't dare disturb her and examined the body again.

After a while, Su Miaoyi coughed.

Yan Cheng was worried that her hand would touch her neck, so he first held her wrist.

He has figured out the pattern.

Anyone who died from suffocation.

Su Miaoyi would touch her neck, and after regaining her senses, she would cough uncomfortably.

Su Miaoyi raised her hand but didn't lift it, coughing as she glanced at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng looked at her and saw tears welling up in her eyes from coughing.

“A machete.” Su Miaoyi coughed as she named the weapon, “A machete used to chop bones at a pork stall in the market.”

　Goodnight everybody

　　(End of this chapter)