Chapter 60 57. Do you know the victim?

A dignified young policeman stood at the door, and the bold Zhan Naichao opened the door. The policeman asked, "Do you know the victim?" Zhan Naichao recalled the scene he wrote on the "Crime Report": "When the police give a photo, or say a person's name, and ask you 'do you know this person', you should answer... ..." What should be the answer?Zhan Naichao's palms were itchy, he curled up his fists and scratched desperately with his nails.what!Thinking about it, "You should answer: 'I have met him a few times, but I am not very familiar with him.' Among the various answers I have heard, it should be the most appropriate answer."

So, he replied: "I have met her several times, but I am not very familiar with her." The policeman said: "That's it, but you should come with me, and the two children behind me will also be with me." Suddenly, Zhan Naichao's spine went numb, and he had the desire to kneel down to the police uncle. It wasn't until he got to the place where he was supposed to be - the landlord's house, that Zhan Naichao was able to stiffen his spine and legs, and stand up more formally.He thought it had been set up as an interrogation room, but it turned out to be more like a tea party.The whole room was full, and there was no room for any buttocks, but more and more neighbors came in, so everyone's buttocks had to get smaller in a certain proportion.

Everyone in the room was talking, but they unconsciously lowered their voices. The whole room was like a huge garment, which rattled due to friction.The atmosphere was oppressive.Zhan Naichao found that the center of the room was concentrated on a man sitting on the sofa—he had not changed the position and shape of his butt from beginning to end—he should be a police officer, at least the head of this case.Instead of his police uniform, he was wearing a dark green silk T-shirt that looked worn and sagging badly.He was not short, slightly fat and slightly bald, half the men on the street had this appearance, but the police officer looked like a policeman.

Zhan Naichao hated these people in the room.Most of them are a group of very old ladies who have nothing to do and lead their middle-aged children, and they just keep sighing the same thing: "It's really miserable to say, so young." "Oh! "" "A person's life is really uncertain. If you say you will die, you will die. There is no sign at all." "Oh!" It's like a group of professional actors with three and a half sentences.They couldn't convey any useful information, so Zhan Naichao had to ask others: "When was her death?" "The preliminary judgment is suicide or homicide?"

His questions were conveyed indirectly to the police officers.The policeman didn't answer, but looked at Zhan Naichao with interest and said, "The young man knows a lot! Come, sit down." Zhan Naichao sat next to the police officer, and the officer's interest in him suddenly disappeared again.He just drank copious amounts of tea, spit the stems back into his plexiglass cup, added water, drank again, spit again, and so on in an endless cycle.Suddenly, the cycle was interrupted. The police officer leaned his head on the sofa like Zhan Naichao, put his face very close to Zhan Naichao, looked straight at Zhan Naichao and said:

"I died at three or four o'clock last night. I fell from the window of my house. It is said that people on the second floor can't fall to death, and they fell on the grass. But she landed so coincidentally that her head hit the ground straight. He hit a big rock on the ground and died on the spot. If it were us, we would never be able to do that standard head on the ground.” All the tea smell in his mouth sprayed into Zhan Naichao's eyes, but Zhan Naichao was determined not to blink his eyes.For a moment, the police officer's cloudy eyes cast a gloomy light, and his eyes rushed towards him like a hard and cold knife. Zhan Naichao was frightened for a moment, and opened his mouth to tell him the whole criminal plan he had made.Finally, he restrained himself and listened to the officer with great seriousness.He still wants to ask questions, but the police officer feels that the statement to Zhan Naichao just now is too much, so he refuses to reveal more.

The police officer began to joke with Zhan Naichao and the others: "You all live in the same building, are you good friends? Do your parents support you in carrying out legal education?" As he spoke, he laughed and looked around, implying that they also and laugh. Suddenly, a very old lady with a cold voice said in a cold voice, "They are not residents, they are tenants of the deceased!" The police officer, his eyes wide open, stood up and ordered the plainclothes people who were sitting among the general crowd loudly: "Let the others go, the three of them stay!"