Chapter 777 Zheng Amei's Five or Six Seconds

When saying goodbye, Huang Mao's cell phone rang.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and saw that it was a call from the leader of the brigade, saying that Zheng Jie had a complete alibi and needed him to go back and provide information.

"There must be something wrong with Zheng Jie. You can't explain this at once. Remember to go to the forensic doctor Lao Tang. He followed me to interrogate Zheng Amei, who is Zheng Jie's mother."

Chen Shu gave Huang Mao some succinct advice, but we are all adults, and we have to walk on our own paths, and we cannot let others help us for the rest of our lives.

When the group returned to the hotel, Chen Chuan took Jiang Hai and ran to the Japanese restaurant on the top floor that was open until early in the morning. During this period of time, the work meals and takeaways, which were full of high-tech activities, had already made the young man's mouth fade away.

On the way back in the car, Chen Chuan kept clamoring for a meal of fresh seafood.

Zhu Yiba joked that they were all nuclear-contaminated condiments. He didn't dare to eat them, so he went upstairs to rest.

Chen Shu was also very tired and went straight back to his room to sleep.

I slept soundly that night, but my phone was still quiet.

The next morning, Chen Shu woke up and immediately turned on the cell phone placed beside his pillow, but did not receive the message he wanted.

Switching to the address book page and looking at the familiar names and mobile phone numbers, Chen Shu just couldn't press his fingers to dial them.

After struggling for a long time, he finally sighed and threw the phone on the bedside table.

After getting up and washing up, Chen Shu went downstairs to have breakfast. While wandering around the hotel to eat, he subconsciously turned a corner to the other direction of the hotel lobby and went around to the back of the building.

As mentioned before, everyone can see that there is something wrong with the behavior of Zheng Jie and Zheng Amei when facing the police.

But there is a problem but it cannot be determined that there is evidence. Judging from the call Huang Mao received from the leader last night, he must have met Naiti during the investigation.

Chen Shu is a policeman at heart and can't rest for a moment.

Standing in the open space under the window of the crime scene, Chen Shu raised his head, looked at the simple exterior wall, and imagined the deceased who lived on the third floor and Zheng Jie who lived on the fourth floor.

"According to the time of death identified by the forensic medical examiner, Zheng Jie had been drinking in the bar during that time and could not escape to the scene of the crime."

"But whether it's his mother, Zheng Amei, or himself, judging from the state they showed, if nothing else, they are the murderers."

"But the window was locked and the room looked like a secret room. How did he get in? How did he get out after the murder?"

"evidence.evidence"

"rope?"

"Climb down with a rope? But the window is locked!"

"In other words, where is this second, missing rope?"

Chen Shu held his chin and thought hard. Time flew by.

"Conan, are you still working here? Are you tired?"

A sound came from behind. Chen Shu looked back and saw Chen Chuan leaning on the wall in the corner, looking over with a half-smile.

Chen Shu glanced upstairs with recollection, shrugged, and walked outside and said, "No, I just can't figure out how Zheng Jie would handle the scene."

When they passed the corner, Chen Chuan followed him side by side and joked: "My Conan book, please leave some work for our brothers in Yun Province, don't always take everything on yourself. It's very tiring for you to be like this." of"

For some reason, Chen Shu thought of Zhang Yang who had gone to the border of Yun Province again. He didn't know how she was doing recently and whether he should call her.

I don’t know what I am struggling with.

Chen Shu couldn't help but sigh again.

When Chen Chuan glanced at him, he knew that his old classmate was lost in thought, with a worried and troubled expression.

As a close comrade for more than ten years, for Chen Chuan, Chen Shu could really tell what he was thinking by sticking out his butt.

Chen Chuan kicked the gravel on the ground and said helplessly: "Miss your little reporter again? I can tell you, I will never follow you to that place again this time. Bah, is that a place where people go? "

After a pause, Chen Chuan emphasized his tone: "I won't go even if you beat him to death!"

Chen Shu came back to his senses and replied angrily and funnyly: "Who told you to go to Burma?"

Chen Chuan made a "cut" sound and said sarcastically: "With the way you looked so excited just now, do you dare to say that you haven't even thought about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shu stopped.

He turned to Chen Chuan, stared at him, and said seriously: "In the future, I will never let you fall into danger again, I promise."

When these words came out of Chen Shu's mouth, Chen Chuan's brain suddenly shut down and he suddenly froze. It took about two or three seconds to regain his breath.

"Cut~the meat is not numb"

Chen Chuan subconsciously omitted the word "you" in Chen Shu's words.

He raised his hands and held the back of his head and walked forward. He rarely walked in front of Chen Shu, but he couldn't help but raise the curve of his mouth to the sky.

It's like an AK-47 with the connecting point turned on, it can't be suppressed no matter what.

In fact, as long as you beg me, nothing is certain, Chen Chuan thought in his heart.

The two came to the elevator in the hotel lobby and swiped their cards to enter.

The elevator reached the third floor in just a few seconds. This was the floor where they lived and where the murder occurred a few days ago.

When he turned the corner and passed the room where the crime scene was, Chen Chuan stopped, pressed one hand on the door, and joked: "Shu, why don't you go in and take a look?"

Chen Shu shook his head: "Everyone has been arrested, what else can you see?"

Chen Chuan was in a good mood and teased: "What do you think? How could I not know? You are itching, right?"

Chen Shu really wanted to go in. His intuition told him that after collecting so much information, he would definitely get a clearer answer by going back to investigate the scene.

But seeing that the police seal was still affixed to it, he hesitated.

Chen Chuan leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled a long circle of smoke, and looked at his old classmate who was always known for his rigidity happily.

After the last incident of Zhu Yiba driving under the influence, Chen Chuan had realized the change in Chen Shu. To put it simply, this change was a flexible handling, and to put it more directly, it was a compromise with reality.

To put it simply, Chen Shu is no longer the upright and selfless person he used to be.

Starting to become... accustomed to violating principles?

"So, which Chen Shu do I like more? Otherwise, should I just tear it up for him? Seeing how he is struggling, I am really more struggling than him..." Chen Chuan, whose face was covered by smoke, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind blew in from the half-open window at the end of the corridor, and the seal that had been on the door for a long time was blown to the ground. After struggling for a long time, it broke open with a hiss, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Chen Chuan looked down at the seal lying on the ground, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

When he looked up suddenly, he saw Chen Shu, who had already put on gloves and shoe covers, twisted the door handle and walked in.

"You kid, you came out to have breakfast, even wearing disposable gloves and shoe covers, and you said you didn't want to see it. You are not honest!" Chen Chuan smiled, threw down the cigarette butt and stepped on it.

The light in the room was not very bright, and it was still the same as the previous few days, dim and drowsy.

Entering the room, Chen Shu started from the door, from outside to inside, along the toilet, wardrobe, bedroom, big bed, table and chairs, and the window, and used six seconds as a benchmark to simulate what Zheng Amei could do.

What can be done in six seconds?

Destroy the evidence at the scene?

At most, the evidence can be hidden in the pocket, but the missing second rope that was cut can't be hidden.

If it is a small object, Zheng Amei doesn't need to wear gloves specifically, she can just open the door and take the thing and put it in her pocket.

The only purpose of wearing gloves is to prevent fingerprints.

Where can't the fingerprints of the hotel cleaners be left?

Toilet, corpse, or bedding?

Where exactly can't fingerprints be left for the police to find?

Let me find it?

Where do I want to find the fingerprints of the cleaner the most?

After looking inside, Chen Shu walked to the window, pulled the handle on the window, twisted it, locked it, and then unlocked it, opening the window completely.

He stuck his head out and looked outside for a few times, but found nothing.

Remembering that Zheng Jie's room happened to be on the fourth floor, Chen Shu carefully recalled for a moment and realized that the last digit of Zheng Jie's room number was almost the same as the room where the deceased lived, one was No. 4 and the other was No. 6, so they should be up there.

Chen Shu turned his body and looked up, imagining that Zheng Jie might hang down from the upstairs with a rope and enter the room smoothly.

"This is a good idea."

Retracting his head, in line with the long-standing habit of keeping the crime scene as it was, Chen Shu closed the window and locked it again.

Just as Chen Shu turned to walk somewhere else, an idea flashed, and he turned back to face the locked window.

"When a murder is committed in a closed room, whether it is the police or the murderer, the most important thing is to figure out where to enter and leave."

A somewhat childish speech came from the corridor outside. Chen Shu turned around and saw his old classmate leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a curled mouth.

Chen Shu blurted out: "Chen Chuan, do you know?"

"I know shit!" Chen Chuan leaned against the door frame and laughed, "I have been watching "The Detective" in recent days. I was so depressed that I couldn't help but fill a cup."

Chen Shu mechanically curled his mouth and felt that he was stupid. Why would he ask this famous young man in the bureau for advice.

Looking back, when he focused his eyes on the window handle again, inspiration was like a rising tide on the river bank, and waves of it hit Chen Shu's mind.

He looked down at his hands wearing white gloves, and then glanced at the window handle next to him. For a moment, he was sure that he had found the key to the closed room.

In order to verify his thoughts, Chen Shu walked to the door of the room, took out his mobile phone and turned on the timer, ran quickly from the door to the window, pulled the window lock handle, and finally trotted back to the door.

He looked up and saw that it was only four or five seconds, which was 20% more time than the abnormal five or six seconds of Zheng Amei in the video.

Six seconds, locked the window, and created a secret room.

Zheng Jie's alibi was broken.

Snap!

Chen Chuan, who was leaning against the door, snapped his fingers and smiled.