China's famous detective Jiangnan: There are ghosts on campus

Chapter 3 The Beginning of Death (2)

I opened the door, and there was a familiar face with anxious expression. He is my classmate Zhang Yao, who lives in the dormitory next door. Why are you so flustered?

Before I could ask, Zhang Yao grabbed my arm and said, "Jiangnan, Luo Shan, the door of my dormitory is locked. I knocked on the door, but Huang Cong didn't respond. I called him and his phone was turned off. He Will something happen?!"

Huang Cong is my classmate and Zhang Yao's roommate.

Luo Shan came over and said, "What's going on here? Maybe Huang Cong fell asleep and didn't hear the knock on the door."

Zhang Yao said with a trembling voice: "No, I went back to the dormitory at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the door was locked, and there was no answer when I knocked on the door. I thought he was asleep and didn't hear it, so I went to the library to read. Yes, but when I came back from reading the book, it was still locked."

Hearing this, I also feel that something is wrong. Students generally don't know how to lock the dormitory in the dormitory, and after so long, the mobile phone is turned off.

Thinking of this, I said to Zhang Yao: "Don't worry, you go downstairs and ask the building manager for the key to unlock the lock, and Luo Shan and I will knock on the door."

Generally, after the anti-theft door is locked inside, it cannot be opened with a key outside the door.However, in order to prevent people from staying in the dormitory, our school specially purchased a security door that can be opened with a spare key even if it is locked.And this spare key is usually placed with the building manager.

Zhang Yao patted his head and said, "I forgot about this, I'll go right away."

After Zhang Yao left, Luo Shan and I walked a few steps to the next bedroom.Because it was Sunday, most of the people had gone home, and the passage looked deserted. Under the dim light, Luo Shan raised his fist and knocked hard on the iron anti-theft door.

Boom boom, boom boom.

The dull voice reverberated in the long passage, and with the dim lighting, if a ghost was added, it would be like a scene in a horror movie.

However, Huang Cong still did not open the door.

Luo Shan complained a little: "What is Huang Cong doing in there? He even locked the door."

I can't help but frown, what the hell are I doing?
A few minutes passed, and Zhang Yao ran towards us with a key.Luo Shan took the key, inserted it into the keyhole of the door forcefully, turned it, and the door was opened with a "click", and Luo Shan called "Huang—" as he pushed the door open.

Luo Shan's voice stopped abruptly, followed by Zhang Yao's exclamation.

"what!!"

The sound wandered for a long time in the claustrophobic passage, which made people feel chills after hearing it.

I stared at the dead body hanging by a rope in front of my eyes, and my mind recovered after a brief dizziness—it's not like I haven't seen a dead body before.

"Huang Cong!!"

Zhang Yao rushed in immediately, put Huang Cong's body down from the rope, and couldn't help crying, "Huang Cong, what's wrong with you!"

"Don't cry. People are dead, what's the use of crying!" Seeing Zhang Yao crying, I couldn't help feeling upset.

"He is my best friend. What do you know? If Luo Shan died, what would you do? How could you be so cold-blooded? He is your classmate!" Zhang Yao raised his head and glared at him with tearful eyes. with me.

"It's better to stop arguing now. I. Let's call 110." Luo Shan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said with a trembling voice. The classmates just disappeared.

"I'm going to call the counselor and the hospital." Zhang Yao stood up, wiping away his tears, and walked out of the dormitory with the already pale Luo Shan.

At this time, my heart slowly calmed down, shaking my head, it seems that there is still a big gap between book learning and practical application, looking at the messy footprints on the ground, it is from the police academy, and I have forgotten the basic protection of the scene.

Looking at the dormitory, the items on the desks on both sides are neatly arranged, a stool on the ground is down on the ground, and an electric fan hanging from the top with a rope in the middle is hanging in the air. The footprints on the ground are disordered, but there is no garbage Paper scraps, shoes and sundries are also neatly arranged.Initially, there were no signs of wrestling with people.The door on the front balcony is also closed tightly, and the windows next to it are also closed, a typical secret room environment.

The deceased Huang Cong had also been placed on the ground, wearing a black sportswear.The complexion is blue-purple, the eyes are closed, and the tongue protrudes about two-thirds of the way between the teeth. These are the general characteristics of hanging.I knelt down and pulled out my gloves from my pocket—although it was just a pair of warm gloves, it was better than nothing.I put on the gloves, and my hands trembled slightly. I took a deep breath again, calmed down, and raised his head with both hands. The marks on the back of the neck from being strangled by the rope did not intersect, and there was only a cord mark on the front of the neck.I lifted his right hand carefully again, there was no foreign object in the nail, and there was no abnormality in the hand.I slowly lowered his hand and stood up slowly.

By the way, there is no observation of the toilet next to it and the sink used for washing outside.Just as I was about to investigate further, the chaotic footsteps outside the door indicated that the people who should come were coming soon. I immediately stood up, returned to normal, took off my gloves and put them in my pockets, with my hands behind my back, waiting for their arrival.

Looking at Huang Cong from this angle, his death was another kind of eerie calmness, like the serenity of an old man before he died.

(End of this chapter)