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

Chapter 160 Returning to Jinrong Community
Jinrong Residential Community.

Su Miaoyi got out of the car and looked at the familiar entrance to the residential area.

I never expected to return here in this way.

Upon entering the residential area, everyone threw their lunchboxes and plastic bags into the trash cans they passed.

I was so busy from morning till afternoon that I didn't have time for lunch.

We just grabbed a quick bite in the car on the way here.

When they arrived at Wu Liang's residence, a police cordon had already been set up at the entrance.

Some neighbors upstairs and downstairs were looking out.

After securing the scene, the police officers who had come to find Wu Liang asked the surrounding neighbors.

“Team Leader Zhuang, the neighbors said they haven’t heard him broadcasting for three days. We contacted the landlord, and this is what we found when we opened the door.”

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded.

They took some photos at the entrance first, and then Yan Cheng and the others went into the room.

The two-bedroom, one-living-room house showed no signs of having been disturbed at first glance.

Wu Liang's body had his hands tied behind his back and his legs bound as well.

In fact, his whole body was bound with strips of cloth.

It's a kneeling position created by binding strips of cloth.

Then his head hit the ground.

The corpse was kneeling, its head pressed against the ground towards the doorway.

There was a pool of blood below.

A gesture of kowtowing towards the door.

It faces the entrance directly; you can see it as soon as you open the door.

The landlord opened the door and was terrified when he saw this scene. He kept muttering something and said he wanted to find a master to take a look.

It's said that being forced to kneel is unlucky.

After taking photos of the body, Yan Cheng first examined it.

“The rigor mortis has almost completely subsided; the time of death was more than three days ago.” Yan Cheng turned the body over.

The corpse had a long wound on the left side of its neck, with the flesh turned outwards.

There was also a lot of blood around the mouth and nose.

Yan Cheng glanced at it and said, "His tongue has been cut off."

Su Miaoyi looked at the clothes he was wearing.

She wore a black shirt on her upper body, with a black fishnet underneath, and large floral shorts on her lower body.

This kind of outfit usually means either you're about to do a live stream, or you just finished a live stream and haven't had time to change yet.

"We've found Captain Zhuang. He was wearing this outfit during his live stream four nights ago," Qi Feng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng asked, "What time do you want to end the broadcast?"

"4:03 AM. It's been broadcasting for ten hours."

Su Miaoyi was surprised; it really could be broadcast.

She typed in her seat, and her buttocks started to hurt after more than two hours.

It's true that no industry is easy.

Yan Cheng removed the strips of cloth from Wu Liang's body.

The strips of cloth were also tied together in sections.

Su Miaoyi was also untying the strips of cloth.

I touched the wounds on the corpse, but didn't see anything.

“It’s his bed sheet.” Chu Xingrou came out of the bedroom. “The murderer tore the bed sheet and tied him up. There’s still half left.”

"Was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked around.

It has two bedrooms and a living room; one bedroom and the other is a live-streaming room.

Live streaming with your mobile phone.

The phone is still on the stand, constantly charging.

Zhuang Yanzheng unplugged the data cable and checked his phone.

No password.

My phone has nothing on it except for a live streaming platform.

A phone specifically designed for live streaming.

After putting it in the evidence bag, he glanced at the boxes piled up in the corner of the room.

They're all around him.

Zhuang Yanzheng didn't quite understand either.

He looked around the room again, then called Chu Xingrou over and asked her to check the surrounding area for any clues.

Judging from the room, Wu Liang is a very clean person.

The room was very tidy.

The clothes in the wardrobe were folded very neatly, and the clothes hanging on the wall were categorized by length and thickness.

The cabinet on the other side opened, revealing a stack of four-piece bedding sets, neatly folded.

There are still many phones.

Except for the one that's being broadcast live.

There are two on the bedside table in the master bedroom.

Two were found in the drawer. One was found on the sofa.

Two more were found on the beanbag chairs in the living room.

Each phone has a sticker on the back.

Name, age, hobbies, menstrual cycle time, wake-up time, and bedtime.

It's available on all seven phones.

However, all seven phones were out of power.

Zhuang Yanzheng casually picked one up and plugged it in.

After turning on the phone, the first thing that pops up is dozens of missed calls, voice messages, and video calls.

They all called before I turned off my phone.

However, it was password protected, so Zhuang Yanzheng couldn't open it and couldn't see the specific messages.

"Here's another one." Qi Feng took a cell phone out from under the sofa.

Su Miaoyi and Yan Cheng laid the body flat.

She glanced up.

How much money would it cost to buy so many phones?

She bought one last night and was still feeling the pinch for a while.

Zhuang Yanzheng picked up the phone from under the sofa.

There's nothing on the back of this phone.

Judging from the phone case, it has been used quite a lot.

And it wasn't turned off.

There are several unread messages.

Some passwords cannot be used to unlock them.

"Take them all back first." Zhuang Yanzheng put them into the evidence bag.

“The wound on the neck is fatal,” Yan Cheng said.

Looking at the direction of the wound, Su Miaoyi gestured and said, "Doesn't it look like it was chopped off with a cleaver like this?"

Yan Cheng nodded: "There are wounds on both the upper and lower lips. When they cut off the tongue, they also cut off the lips."

Su Miaoyi felt a pain at the root of her tongue again: "Cutting off the tongue and binding her into a kneeling position like a punishment, an apology."

After she finished speaking, she looked around again.

She got up, took the occult blood blue light reagent, and sprayed it from the doorway into the living room.

There was no response.

The bloodstains weren't cleaned up; there were no bloodstains to begin with.

There were no signs of tampering with the door lock.

Was it committed by someone you knew?
Su Miaoyi thought to herself.

If it wasn't an inside job, how did the murderer open the door?

If Wu Liang opened the door himself, and the murderer was a stranger, he probably wouldn't have been allowed in.

The best time for the murderer to act is the moment the door opens.

But the bloodstains were only found in the living room.

Wu Liang only showed signs of being bound; there were no other signs of resistance.

Su Miaoyi carefully circled the bloodstains.

She went to the space behind the sofa, which was big enough for one person, but when she squatted down, she pushed the sofa out a little, and then pulled out a hair from under the moved sofa leg.

She hid behind the sofa.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she suddenly stood up and peeked out.

Zhuang Yanzheng was startled by her and almost attacked.

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng clicked his tongue.

Su Miaoyi remained crouched, only her head peeking out, looking at him: "Where did you come from?"

"The room where the live stream is taking place," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"Didn't you see me here?" Su Miaoyi asked again.

"No." Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her, and after a few seconds he retreated back into the live-streaming room.

Su Miaoyi hid back inside.

Zhuang Yanzheng walked over, and Su Miaoyi also came out.

“I can’t see it,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

The sofa is placed in a strange position. No matter if you come from the live broadcast room or from other rooms, there is always a dead corner behind the sofa.

“It might have been moved.” Su Miaoyi showed him the hair in the evidence bag, “under the sofa leg.”

"The murderer may have been hiding in the room beforehand, waiting for him to finish his live stream?" Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi nodded.
　I'll post one chapter today.

　　The other chapter will be added tomorrow.

　　I need to adjust my sleep schedule; I'm not feeling well.

　　Goodnight everybody.

　　I'll definitely make it up tomorrow.

　　Absolutely.

　　(End of this chapter)