purple mist

"Qin Bo, it's suicide."

Lu Wei's deep and magnetic voice was like a small stone falling into the mirror lake, and disappeared in an instant, but it set off circle after circle of ripples.

"..."

The light was finally turned on considerately, and it was shining on Director Jin's eyes that twitched a few times.

But several city leaders were visibly relieved.

Well-known entrepreneurs in this city didn't kill people, that's great...

"What's going on?" Director Jin asked.

Zhang Shun spontaneously walked to Lu Wei's side and nodded at him.

If there was a seemingly invisible "click", the silver light swept away, and with a faint sound of breaking the wind, it was directly placed on Zhang Shun's neck, causing everyone to cry.

The knife holder, Lu Wei, looked indifferent, and firmly pressed the blade next to Zhang Shun's carotid artery, as if it could pierce the thin skin at any time.

"Lu Wei's dominant hand is the right hand." Zhang Shun slowly lifted Lu Wei's hand away, motioning everyone to look at his way of holding the knife.

The handle of the butterfly/knife is special, but it does not hinder the way of holding the knife.

Zhang Shun pointed to Lu Wei's palm that was close to the handle of the knife. In order to facilitate the understanding of those who are not inside the police station, he explained in detail: "This is the way most right-handed people hold the knife. The tip of the knife faces toward the knife. Forehand, the four fingers and the thumb are respectively stuck on the handle of the knife, which is what we often call the forehand."

"Holding the knife in this way can form a variety of wounds, because actions such as stabbing, chopping, and picking are easy to operate."

Lu Wei lightly tossed the knife in his hand, and held it again with the palm facing down.

Zhang Shun adjusted his glasses, and continued: "The point of the knife faces backwards, which is what we call holding the knife in the backhand. Usually, this way of holding the knife will restrict the movement more, and the types of wounds will be formed less."

"But it is more suitable for the non-dominant hand, and it is easier for the non-dominant hand to control the force."

"And we observed and tested the behavior of the suspect Xue Bin for nearly two days, and found that his dominant hand was not the left hand that was holding the knife in the forehand at the time of the crime."

"Whether it's holding a pen, eating, or twisting a bottle cap, he uses his right hand. Even though we repeatedly put water glasses and mineral water bottles on his left hand, he still unconsciously uses his right hand to take them."

Director Jin frowned and picked up the teacup, only to realize that there was no water in the teacup, so he had to put it down again, and said bluntly: "Whether you are used to it or not, as long as the knife is in his hand, is it possible that he can't kill someone? Since no one saw the whole process of the incident, it is not enough proof."

Lu Wei took a tissue from the table, wiped his boyfriend's toy knife carefully, and said slowly while wiping: "According to the forensic doctor's speculation on Qin Bo's wound, the murder weapon should have penetrated at a very slow speed. It's in Qin Po's neck."

"Maybe Xue Bin did it on purpose, or maybe there was an external force stopping it, and there was no third person at the scene of the crime."

Zhao Chu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "It's also possible that Qin Bo is struggling?"

"Of course it's possible." Lu Wei slowly put away the wiped knife next to his body, and said slowly, "Then why did Qin Po paint the inside of his palm with transparent nail polish?"

"……what?"

Faced with doubts, Lu Wei pushed the autopsy report to Chu Zhao.

"We always thought that Qin Bo's hands were bloody and bloody due to resistance injuries. But the forensic doctor detected residues of acetone and ethyl acetate."

"Qin Po sealed his fingerprints with nail polish, and he took Xue Bin's left hand with his own hand and stabbed himself. So no matter whether it was on the murder weapon or on Xue Bin's hand, there were only Xue Bin's fingerprints."

"He used the rough concrete floor in the tool room to grind the flesh off the palms of his hands before he lost consciousness completely."

Lu Wei looked up at Zhao Chu, and wrote lightly: "According to Lavoisier's experiment, even if the head is cut off, there is still the consciousness to blink eleven times. If Qin Bo had such a plan long ago, It is completely possible to think about dying."

"As for whether we are really as we guessed, we just need to focus on investigating the crime scene again to see if there are also residues of acetone and ethyl acetate on the floor around Qin Po's body."

"..."

In just 21 minutes, the emergency meeting in the middle of the night came to an end.

But no one feels relaxed about it.

……

Another cold morning.

As usual, Lu Wenqin came to the vegetable market two streets away from home early to buy today's ingredients.

She specially put on a light lipstick, she looked very good, and she was humming a little tune while holding a small handbag.

In fact, Lu Wenqin usually doesn't like to wear lipstick, but who made her feel so good today?

——Her husband, Zou Guoxiang, came shopping with her.

Although shopping in the vegetable market is not considered shopping in the conventional sense at all, her son Lu Wei seldom goes home, and her own little sisters are few. Now she is either taking care of her grandson or is keen on square dancing. Lu Wenqin can only do it by herself. Spend time wandering around the vegetable market and go home to study new dishes.

It was rare for her husband to be as happy as a little girl when he was with her.

"Old Zou, what dish do you want to eat today?" Lu Wenqin turned his head and asked warmly.

To her surprise, Zou Guoxiang did not respond to her immediately, but looked thoughtfully at the pigeon cage in the poultry area with his hands behind his back.

Lu Wenqin looked around suspiciously, thinking that her husband wanted to eat roasted squab, and hurriedly said, "Oh, don't look, I can't do that!"

Zou Guoxiang suddenly came back to his senses, a smile flashed across his old face, and he said, "Then don't eat this, change to something else."

"Why don't you buy a live chicken and stew it?"

"it is good."

"Then do you want braised in soy sauce, or stewed soup? For stewed soup, use an old hen, and if you want braised in soy sauce..."

"Wen Qin."

"Ah?" Lu Wenqin couldn't help being taken aback by such a sudden interruption.

Zou Guoxiang was getting older, and there seemed to be phlegm in his throat that couldn't get stuck, and when he got out of the teacup, he would talk in a hoarse old way.

He always has a sullen face, but when facing Lu Wenqin, he wants to give her a smile from time to time.

"Go and pick. I'll sit at the newsstand opposite for a while. Don't buy too many things. Just call me if you can't carry them."

He likes to read newspapers and magazines, which Lu Wenqin knew many years ago, so he nodded indifferently, raised the corners of his lips gently, and said, "Go."

Zou Guoxiang straightened his already somewhat hunched back, and he stood there until Lu Wenqin's back was lost in the crowd, then he walked slowly to the small old newsstand.

"Old sir, your 'child' is gone."

Zou Guoxiang froze while holding the magazine, and said in a low voice, "Well, I know."

"What are you going to do next?"

It was a woman who spoke. She was wearing a well-fitting professional dress under a slender overcoat, and a delicate camellia brooch was pinned to the skirt.

She flipped through the fashion magazines in her hand intently, without even raising her head.

Zou Guoxiang pushed the magazine aside, took out an old copy that hadn't been sold last month from the bottom, and flipped through it one by one: "The 'child' has grown up and has his own ideas, and he can't control it. superior."

He paused, and continued: "Since we have reached this point, let's completely push the 'Little Emperor' down."

The corner of the woman's red lips curled up, and she said, "Can the old man be cruel?"

"It's up to me whether to be ruthless or not." Zou Guoxiang's voice became hoarse, "'Wolf' is here, and this day will always change."

The woman bent her waist slightly, showing an elegant and dignified arc. She put the magazine back in her hand, took a new one from the side, and handed it to the boss who was yawning and playing with his mobile phone.

"Oh, that's right." The woman said calmly as she took out the money, "The little guy next to 'Wolf' went home yesterday, please rest assured, old man."

Zou Guoxiang gave a "hmm" and waved his hand.

"I wish the old man can buy his favorite magazine today." The woman put the brand new book between her elbows, stepped on her high heels and left without looking back.

The magazine in Zou Guoxiang's hand stayed on a certain page for a long time, but it was not turned.

He just stood like this, and the people around him came and went, and he didn't seem to have looked directly at them.

Zou Guoxiang didn't put the magazine back until Lu Wenqin's figure appeared across the street.

"Old Zou, I bought an old hen! I'll make soup for you today, I'm sure I don't want to eat that pigeon~"

"Well, your stew must be delicious."

How long can this day last.

he thinks.