Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Everything is Messy

He banged the safe door so loudly that there was actually no response at all.It made him realize that there was no way on a rainy night like this that any good-natured people would ever come into the place.How about staying for a moment and observing?Perhaps, there will be some chance to catch the bird that has already flown, maybe that is. It must be done. He quickly walked out of the room, went straight to the stairs in the corridor, stopped, and listened. Silence, silence, silence, silence spread all around, including three floors, downstairs. The rain seems to be less than before. Back into the dead room, hit the door lock, and fumbled.With the short latch in place, he began searching with his torch for the location of the light switch.When I found it, it was right by the door, and with a single touch, the room was filled with light.

He thanked the black curtains on the three windows, shutting out the light and never letting it out.Strange, this kind of curtain seems to be the so-called anti-aircraft curtain that was forced to be installed under the Japanese dwarf rule. Now that the air defense is over, the air defense curtain is of course no longer needed; however, it has not been cancelled. ,why?It must be the people in this room, but sometimes it is necessary to cover up the lights in the room. From this, we can know that this place is full of secrets in normal times. Now he passed from darkness into the great and lovely light.The door is the line of defense, and the window is the emergency exit when necessary. The interior is very comfortable, and the mind is much more stable.

Most people have always thought that Lu Ping, the guy with the red tie, was amazing. This was wrong.In fact, he is just a little smarter and more lively than ordinary people.But, at least, he is still human, not superman, and his nerves are still human nerves, not steel.Therefore, he broke into this unlucky house on this unlucky night, unexpectedly encountered such an unlucky thing, and he was somewhat flustered.It was only in front of him that he had time to let out a sigh of relief.He began to wipe his sweat, took out a cigarette, lit the fire, and took the first puff of the cigarette, which had been empty in his stomach for too long.

He looked around while puffing smoke, he was thinking, don't be too panic, observation should come slowly, calmness is necessary.However, it is not advisable to stay for too long, he must not forget that he is the receiver in the darkness - a thief, the sky will finally light up! Well, choose to observe, choose to study, first look at the main things in the room, and then talk. The first thing that caught the eye was, of course, the square desk unfolded in front of the corpse.On the two opposite sides of the table, there is a swivel chair of the same type. Now, the dead body is sitting in one chair, and the opposite one is empty. In the center of the table, there are two pen holders with inkwells, facing away from the chair. And put.In front of the two seats, each has a glass panel.Depending on the situation, usually on this desk, besides the owner, there is someone else who sits here or does some business.Of course, a single person does not need to place two sets of stationery.

Yes, he remembered— He once heard that the master had a secret close friend who often went in and out together.That man had served as an honorary running dog under the Japanese dwarf, he was a heat-heated egg, and his name was Zhang Huailin.It is possible that another seat on this desk is dedicated to this man of honor. Looking at the desktop again, there is a dazzling mess, all kinds of sundries, most of them seem to have escaped a disaster and are no longer in their original positions.There are two pen holders, the one in front of the empty seat, with four pens piled up in a mess; the one next to the corpse has only an inkwell but no pens, and the telephone set seems to have been moved position, the turntable faces the same angle.Also, the wire has been cut.The tool used to cut the wires seemed to be a pair of envelope-cutting scissors thrown beside the machine, with the scissors open.Because of the cut telephone wire, he also noticed a bell rope hanging down in the center of the table, and the button at the end of the rope had also been cut. To the side of the empty seat.

Lu Ping was thinking, great! A strict traffic blockade, really clean! He put his hands in his trouser pockets, smoked a cigarette, walked to the side of the corpse, looked down at the glass plate, what was pressed?Whew, colorful and dazzling, all pictures of women and nothing else.Those photos, with or without color, from one inch to four inches, are all available.All are divided into four horizontal rows, arranged quite neatly.It can be seen from this group of collections that the deceased had a very refined discernment of women during his lifetime.Every photo, or the line, or the posture, or the eyes, or the batch score, can all be regarded as "super", or "excellent", at least "good", there is no one as ugly as a willow spirit.Some photos are embedded with beautiful names, such as: what kind of bird, what kind of swallow.So far, Lingling Lily and the like, there is a sheet in it, with some insomnia-inducing words and sentences, and it says--dear A Miao, my little cow, and the following is your Jane.Well, what a treat!

Lu Ping became excited. He took off his felt hat and threw it aside.He brought his face close to within three inches of the dead body's nose, and murmured to himself: "In this messed-up world, there is so little to cling to except women! Hello, dear friend ,dont you agree?" The corpse didn't have the strength to make a sound, and stared to express its acquiescence.So he sighed again on behalf of the dead body: "Having so many girlfriends, it's desolate enough to shout Goodbye to them so early, alas!" He was talking nonsense by himself, but he hadn't forgotten his business.With burning eyes, he could see that there was something wrong under the glass panel: at the end of the third row of photos, some photos were too far apart, leaving too many gaps.Some of the photos in the lower corner are a bit crooked, destroying the overall symmetry.Has one been taken from the inside?It seems possible.So, was this photo taken just tonight?Yes, this is also possible.So, is it true that the murder of Mr. Chen involved women?It's not certain, but it's possible.

In short, whether it is or not, this should be noted. Besides the photograph, on the glass was a gold paper cigarette case, and a box of matches.Inside the cigarette box is the small three guns.Because of the cigarette case, he also noticed that there were two cigarette tails abandoned near the chair where the corpse was sitting.When I picked it up and looked at it, it was the smoke tail of the small three guns, which was obviously left by the deceased himself.It can be seen from this that the deceased had at least enough time to smoke two cigarettes or more while sitting in this swivel chair before being shot.

In addition, on the glass plate, there is another cigarette that has been burned but not smoked. The so-called burned but not smoked needs to be explained. It turns out that on the end of that cigarette, half of the paper roll , has been blackened by the fire, and has even been burned to pieces, but the other half has not yet burned.What does this indicate?The possible explanation is: Mr. the deceased, when he picked up the third cigarette to light the fire, he knew in advance that one of his feet had already stepped on the edge of death, so his hand was shaking. Trembling, this cigarette will be burned like this.

Another point is that this burnt cigarette is a capstan brand, which is different from the two cigarette tails and the cigarettes in the box.This is an important point, and it is worth noting. So, he put the burnt cigarette, together with two cigarette ends, into the gold cigarette case.He nodded to the dead body as a thank you.Then he confiscated the cigarette case for free and put it in his pocket. This is the first thing you receive when you step into the house.