Chapter 4 3. A death scene without a dead body

Her previous words were all vague, only these two words rang out in everyone's ears like thunder, the voice was shrill and full of despair, everyone couldn't help being stunned, raised their heads at the same time, and looked at Li Mei's fingers , there is just a wall, nothing is hung, it is painted with white lime, and the white is spotless. The atmosphere was weird, and everyone was speechless for a while, only Li Mei cried and made a fuss for a while, before being comforted by Chen Xiang. "It's been like this for the past two days, always pointing at this wall and crying," Tang Tang complained to Yu Zheng in a low voice, "You guys had a fight before you came in."

"Did she see something?" "What can I see? Everyone is here, unless she is psychic and sees ghosts." Seeing Yu Zheng staring at him, Tang Tang smiled mischievously and ran to check the monitoring equipment. Yu Zheng looked up at the wall. It was very ordinary and nothing strange. He reached out and knocked, but found nothing. He was depressed, and Chen Xiang sniffed and came over. "Have you caught a cold?" Yu Zheng asked strangely, she started sniffing from the moment she entered the door. "No, it's just that there is a smell in this house."

"What's the taste?" "I can't tell, it's a little familiar, I seem to have smelled it before, but I can't remember it, it's strange, where did I smell it?" Chen Xiang muttered in a low voice for a while, and suddenly sighed exaggeratedly, "Do you think this wall is It's kind of weird." "Strange? Where is it strange?" Yu Zheng also had an indescribable feeling. "Look, isn't this place too empty?" Chen Xiang pointed to the surrounding walls. Except for this wall, they are covered with calligraphy and paintings, and there are two authentic works of great value. Only here is empty, with only monotonous white , Chen Xiang stretched his arms and scratched on the wall, then stuck his whole body on the wall and said, "It's like a big whiteboard."

"Here, there used to be a picture of success in a short time, and the lady gave it away a week ago." Mrs. Zhang said from the side. "Give it away? Mrs. Zhang, do you know who you gave it to?" Yu Zheng asked. "I'm not sure about this. I heard what the lady said about Mr. Zhao. It seems to be for business matters. I don't understand these things. You can ask her when the lady comes back." While speaking, Li Mei hummed a few more words, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly left the two of them to take care of them. "The young lady she mentioned is Du Jiayuan, right?" Chen Xiang looked at the wall thoughtfully, stroking the wall lightly with his hands.

"Yes, she is in charge of the Du family's business now, so it's normal to do business and give gifts to attract contacts." "But don't you think it's strange? It should be done by a company with weak financial resources to use the things at home as gifts in the business field. With the strength of the Du family, it shouldn't be necessary." "What do you want to say?" "I would say it's almost as if the wall was left intentionally empty." "But don't you think that's striking? And what's the use of it?"

"I don't know what it is for, but it must be." Seeing Yu Zheng's disdainful expression, Chen Xiang said unconvinced, "Then how do you explain that Li Mei always points to this wall when she gets sick?" "The behavior of mental patients is often difficult to explain. They may not even know what they did and why they did it. If you only rely on this to find clues, wouldn't it be too vain to solve the case?" It’s not about writing novels, the evidence is to solve the case,” Yu Zheng saw that Chen Xiang was still touching the wall with his hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and suddenly thought of the identity of the other party, the corner of his eyes twitched, and he wanted to He said in a choked tone: "You don't think that Du Xiaofeng is built into the wall, do you?"

"Oh?" Chen Xiang looked at him, stunned for a while, smiled and shook his head as if he just understood Yu Zheng's words: "No, no?" Yu Zheng rolled his eyes, decided not to waste time with her, and turned around to find Mrs. Zhang to find out more about the situation, but he stopped suddenly, stared straight at the opposite side in a daze, for a while, he opened his arms, took a step back, like Chen Xiang stuck to the wall like that just now, Chen Xiang stared at him strangely, even other people in the room began to pay attention to this side, but Yu Zheng didn't care, only a few things were going back and forth in his mind now. sentence.

"He's dead, he's dead." Li Mei said, pointing to the wall. "It's been like this for the past two days, always pointing at this wall and crying," Tang Tang said. "Did she see something?" said herself. "I saw a ghost." Tang Tang said. What's another sentence? "Chen Xiang?" "Ah?" Chen Xiang, who was looking at him, was startled by his sleepwalking voice. "What did you say this wall looked like?" "like what?" "You just said that." "Like..." Chen Xiang thought for a while, then patted his head suddenly: "It looks like a whiteboard, but what does this have to do with the case?"

Yu Zheng didn't answer, he looked ahead, on the opposite side of this wall was the stairs leading to the second floor, the highest corner of the stairs was facing where he was standing now. "Sister-in-law Zhang, I want to go upstairs and have a look." "Huh? But there are only old ladies upstairs." "I won't bother the old lady." Mrs. Zhang still wanted to refuse, but Yu Zheng had already stepped up the steps, walking fast, so she had no choice but to follow. When passing the corner, Yu Zheng stopped for a moment, touched the handrail of the stairs, and then walked quickly into the room closest to the stairs, where he believed he would find what he needed.

This is a study room with the door open. When Aunt Zhang and the others came in, Yu Zheng was already standing in front of a small projector by the table and fiddling with the computer next to it. Whose study is it?" "This is for public use. Generally, the young master does his homework here, and the young lady sometimes reads here." "Then who owns this computer and projector?" "It was left by Mr. Du. After he passed away, no one used this computer exclusively. Sometimes the young master would play games on it." Mrs. Zhang was a little dissatisfied with the police officer's reckless behavior, so she asked: "Officer Yu, what are you doing?" It's very impolite to barge in like this, my old lady doesn't like to be disturbed, and I don't see any relationship between these machines and the young master's disappearance."

"Really? Is it really okay?" As Yu Zheng said, he reached out and turned on the switch of the projector. A bright light passed through the slightly dim light and was projected on the white wall opposite. Everyone suddenly became quiet. Mrs. Zhang's eyes Staring round, the eyeballs almost popped out, the complaints that hadn't come out were clogged in the throat, and after a while, a shrill scream burst out suddenly, and he passed away. Everyone panicked again and helped her out. Yu Zheng took a deep breath and started to click the mouse, so the pictures of the boy were fixed on the white wall. Looking at his photos, the difference is that the people in those photos are alive, but these are bloody. These are photos of Du Xiaofeng's tragic death. Is it here?Yu Zheng carefully identified the background of the photo, no, he stood up suddenly, looked around, and then walked to the open window, the cold wind was blowing in from outside, Yu Zheng stood for a while, looked out the window, suddenly He dodged, jumped out of the window, and jumped directly into the garden below. He found that the color of the place where he was standing was a bit wrong. The frozen hard ground under his feet was dark brown. What is this? Yu Zheng looked at it for a while, raised his head, and saw Daewoo and Tang Tang sticking their heads out from the upper window, so he clapped his hands and said, "Daewoo, let the colleagues who collect evidence at the scene come over to take a look, I think, This is the first murder scene." "Oh?" Daewoo was stunned for a moment: "What about the corpse?" Yu Zheng shook his head, raised his feet, looked at the dark brown mark that was one meter square, and suddenly remembered what Chen Xiang said in the office. "He's dead, he's dead."