fishing cliff

Luo Xin shook his hands, his almond eyes widened, and he spoke awkwardly: "Why, how could this be? Who is it?"

As he spoke, he approached Yan Zong subconsciously, with a look of fear and uneasiness on his face.

Nie Heng had a strange tone, looked at Yan Zong and replied, "It's Fan Yichao."

Yan Zong looked calm, but raised his eyebrows at him.

Nie Heng sneered: "Yan Zong, you don't seem to be surprised at all."

"No, I'm quite surprised, it's just that my experience does not allow me to make a gaffe." Yan Zong patted Luo Xin on the back as a comfort.

"Could it be that you have killed someone in your experience?" Nie Heng retorted.

"Enough." Luo Xin frowned at Nie Heng, "If you have time to argue here, why don't you go back quickly, what's going on this time?"

"Because of the lessons learned from the past, we couldn't wait just after nine o'clock today. We discussed that no matter whether Fan Yichao didn't wake up or what, we went up and called for someone. Then I went upstairs with Lu Yu and found that he was dead. gone."

Yan Zong asked: "You didn't disturb the scene, did you?"

"The big detective hasn't arrived yet, how dare we?"

Ignoring Nie Heng's sneer at Yan Zong, the three of them stopped talking and hurried to their residence.

After entering the room, the three of Lu Yu sat apart, their expressions extremely ugly.

Seeing Yan Zong, Jiang Rou and Yang Jing seemed to have met the backbone, and their expressions obviously cheered up a lot.

Yan Zong put down the odds and ends and told Luo Xin: "Go upstairs and wash your face first, I'll go and have a look."

Luo Xin stopped him: "Let's stay together...I also want to know more about the situation."

"You're not a murderer. There's no need to watch these bloody scenes. What should you do if you leave a shadow in your heart? Listen to me." Yan Zong was firm, and asked the two ladies present: "Who else has seen it?"

Yang Jing insisted on watching it yesterday, but couldn't take it anymore. She shook her head and said, "Neither of us went. What happened yesterday was enough. I don't want to see another cruel scene."

Yan Zong expressed his understanding, and took Luo Xin upstairs together. When he got to the second floor, he thought that he was not in a hurry to see the scene, so he simply accompanied Luo Xin back to the room, and the two wiped it briefly together.

After confirming that Luo Xin had gone downstairs to the restaurant, Yan Zong pushed open the door of Fan Yichao's room and walked in.

Compared with Yao Wenbing, the scene was relatively clean. Fan Yichao was lying on his back in the middle of the big bed with the quilt spread out neatly, his eyes protruding, his mouth wide open, his limbs spread out, but his clothes were intact.

There is a blood hole on the side of the neck, the wound is torn and rolled, and it has turned into a strange color by now.

The leather shoes were neatly placed next to the bedside table, and the black socks were stuffed inside.

Yan Zong looked around carefully and smiled with satisfaction.

Lu Yu looked awkwardly at Jiang Rou's fingers clasped on the tip of her nose, not knowing whether she was reciting poetry or praying, thinking of what she said yesterday, she felt a little chilly in her heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Rou let go of her hands and raised her head, showing a smile, her lips turned slightly white.

Lu Yu turned his face and asked Yan Zong: "How is it?"

After sitting down, Yan Zong asked everyone, "What do you think?"

Speaking of this, Nie Heng had something to say a long time ago, so Mao suggested himself: "Today, why don't you listen to my thoughts first."

Seeing that Luo Xin finally looked at him, Nie Heng clenched his fists and analyzed each item one by one: "Fan Yichao, like Yao Wenbing, was dressed neatly when he was killed, which proves that the incident took place last night after everyone returned to their rooms. Within a few hours. However, Fan Yichao was punctured by an artery in his neck, which is different from Yao Wenbing being attacked from behind, indicating that the murderer is likely to be a strong man."

Speaking of the last four words, he glanced at Yanzong meaningfully, Lu Yu's expression moved slightly, and his eyes followed Nie Heng to turn towards him.

"The most important point is that killing must have a purpose. Fan Yichao and Yan Zong have a wrong relationship. Everyone saw it with their own eyes yesterday. Could you please tell us about your whereabouts last night?"

Yan Zong let out a chuckle in his throat, and replied slowly to Nie Heng: "Luo Xin and I reunited after ten years. After unraveling our knots, we naturally have endless things to talk about. What did we talk about last night? I'm afraid you'll be even angrier if you know."

"Old things, you just think it's interesting." Nie Heng endured the veins on his forehead, suppressed his anger and counterattacked: "Besides, I have such a close relationship with Luo Xin, I have heard him mention it more or less, saying that he is grateful for you in the past. His many cares."

Luo Xin was caught in the middle, consciously saying nothing was right, it was better to shut up, Yang Jing and the three looked at each other, always feeling that the meaning of this conversation was quite weird and slightly embarrassing.

"In short, I stayed with Luo Xin all night, and went to bed before eleven o'clock."

"Sequence? Who comes first?"

Luo Xin spoke quickly: "I, I only rested after watching Yan Zong fall asleep."

Yan Zong stopped Luo Xin's words and said with a smile: "Your friend has already identified me as the murderer. What else can I explain? Don't waste your time."

"Okay, if you are the murderer, then I will be the accomplice, how do you plan to deal with us?" Luo Xin scowled with anger.

"Nie Heng, please don't slander Mr. Yan with your personal emotions without evidence." Yang Jing straightened her back and spoke seriously.

"I am not the one with prejudice! You have been deceived by some appearances, and you are still obsessed with it. OK, I have said everything that needs to be said, so can you please express your opinion, Mr. Yan?"

"I do have something to say."

Luo Xin's eyes lit up, and he put away his anger and listened carefully.

"I suspect that the place where Fan Yichao was killed was not his own room."

The other five showed expressions of surprise at the same time, and Nie Heng questioned loudly: "Why do you say that?"

"I noticed something very strange," Yan Zong slowly guided everyone, "When we checked Fan Yichao's room yesterday, how his quilt was stacked, do you remember?"

Such details, where would I go to look at them, but Jiang Rou immediately recalled, and replied with full affirmation: "It's a very random way of stacking tofu cubes, stacked in the upper left corner of the bed."

"Correct, you are really careful and have a good memory." Yan Zong did not hesitate to praise himself.

"When I learned painting, I started to copy the details bit by bit. These are all forced to practice. It is very rigid, unlike traditional Chinese painting, which pays attention to the unity of nature and man, and let nature take its course."

Luo Xin knew that she had bad intentions, but he couldn't find the fault in her words, so he was sullen like a little puffer fish.

"So the problem arises. First, Fan Yichao is not a person who pays attention to details, and second, he has not planned to go to bed yet. Why is the quilt spread so neatly on the bed?"

No one answered easily, and they couldn't figure it out for the time being.

"One more thing, the two of you haven't surveyed the scene, and your understanding may not be intuitive enough." Yan Zong said to Yang Jing and Jiang Rou, "But I turned the dead body, and found that the upper half of the body's back and the quilt were stained a lot. Blood. If Fan Yichao was put on the bed directly after being killed, the blood would flow to the sides of the neck at most, how could it flow to the bottom?"

Nie Heng's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it: "You actually went to look at the corpse?"

Luo Xin was extremely anxious: "Did you make a mistake? Who knows if the dead body is poisonous or bacteria, you don't want to die?"

"Don't worry, I used Fan Yichao's towel and didn't make direct physical contact."

Yan Zong said it lightly, but many things do not mean that the body is completely safe without touching it. Luo Xin has made up his mind to follow him in the future, and he can't let him act like this.

Yang Jing thought for a while, but still couldn't understand it, so she asked shamelessly, "What do you think about this?"

"I boldly assume that Fan Yichao probably took the initiative to find someone among us, but was killed. Naturally, the murderer couldn't leave the body in his room. If he moved it casually, it would inevitably leave bloodstains along the road, so he had to use his own quilt first Wrap the corpse, drag the person back to Fan Yichao's own room and pretend to be the scene of the murder."

Luo Xin trusted Yan Zong's judgment [-]%, and automatically accepted this idea as reality, and asked him: "Who do you think the murderer is most likely to be?"

Yan Zong glanced at him, a little helpless: "If you have to ask me what I think, I think the probability of men committing crimes is [-]% higher than that of women, because we all wore formal clothes for the banquet, and ties and belts are good binding tools. It is also not ruled out that the murderer resorted to unique methods."

Even Nie Heng thinks this assumption is reasonable, but he still insists on singing the opposite tune: "It's the same as what you saw with your own eyes. Last night, there were only me, Lu Yu, and Fan Yichao in a room alone. You go around and go around, don't you? Do you want to say that I am a murderer?"

Lu Yu rolled his throat and smiled: "Anyway, I didn't entertain any uninvited guests last night, but I don't think anyone else would admit it, right?"

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I didn't update something yesterday, I will make it up today~