A gentleman is not a group

It takes a lot of strength to strangle a person, especially if the murderer is not so strong, the size will be a very restrictive factor, like Zheng Danian is not a good choice.

If the murderer hadn't been convinced that he had crushing power, this choice would have been extremely risky, and it was very likely that he would lose in one blow and expose himself.

As for Fu Qian, if you randomly arrest ten people in the village, ten of them must be stronger than him.Of course, except for women, Gao Yiqiu's injuries were so severe that it was impossible for a woman to do them.Therefore, in terms of body shape, Fu Qian is suitable or even almost perfect.

After the scapegoat is killed, people have to know that he committed suicide, not only immediately but also clearly, then there must be family members in this person's home.

Otherwise, if a bachelor dies alone at home, he will probably be discovered only after three to five days when the body stinks. By then, the real culprit may have been apprehended, and the situation will be meaningless.

Fu Qian's wife returned to her natal home a few days ago, and today is the day to return, so the body can be found early in the morning without delay.

And the suicide note... If there is no suicide note, even if the scapegoat hangs himself, no one will know why, but if you want to leave a suicide note, you must first be able to write, and you must be able to write, so that you can imitate the handwriting. It is reasonable to leave a suicide note.

Thin body, someone in the family, and being able to write... These are some basic conditions.

But these conditions are not harsh, and the villagers of Duhe Village can probably catch one, so why pay a thousand?

The first thought that popped up in Zhou Chi's mind was that Fu Qian must have taken the initiative to find the murderer because of something before his death, and when the murderer saw Fu Qian, he found that he happened to meet the characteristics he thought were suitable, so he did not do anything. He kept on strangling this scapegoat who fell from the sky in the cold and prickly hemp rope.

And Fu Qian just went to meet a "friend" who he thought he was familiar with, but he didn't know that the friend was opening his bloody mouth like a beast of prey, waiting for the ignorant lamb to jump into the trap that had been laid out long ago, hiding in the trap. With a sneer on the face behind the hypocrisy, Fu Qian plunged into it with ghostly chants urging him to death.

This tie is life and death, and there is no way to return.

When Zhou Chi arrived at the door of his house, he was surprised to find that the courtyard door of the next room was wide open, and several burly men were moving in and out of wooden boxes. Well, it is simply one head and two big.

I saw Xie Jianmian leaning against the door with folded arms, occasionally stretching out Jingui's finger to point, lazily directing the strong men to put the wooden box into the house.

No, he didn't come back for a long time, why did the neighbor change?And it was replaced by this bastard little thief!

Probably because his anger was so intense that it turned into substance and was nailed out of his eyes. Xie Jianmian looked over and saw that it was Zhou Chi. He waved his hand unsurprisingly as a greeting. There is something to explain. Meaning nothing.

So thick-skinned, so confident!

"Hello!" Zhou Chi went straight into the open courtyard door without asking, ignoring the probing eyes of strong men coming and going, "What do you mean?"

Xie Jianmian didn't move: "What you see means, this house belongs to me."

"Where's my neighbor?" Zhou gestured, "Where's my friendly neighbor? So good one, where is it?"

Xie Jianmian: "I..."

Zhou Chi: "..."

The head catcher suppressed the indecent words that were about to blurt out, and tried to use kind words to awaken the conscience of the brazen person opposite, although most of this person didn't know how to write the word "conscience".

"I think, except for the night we met for the first time, I don't seem to care much about you. I can't be so stingy, and you can't get along with me if you kill me?"

Zhou Chi continued to reason, "Look, we ate, drank, talked, and slept in the same bed. Oh, you also numb my arm, so there's no need to talk to me anymore. I can't make it through, right? Mr. Xie is rich and powerful, so if he wants to travel around, why bother hanging here, don't you think?"

"Well...that makes sense." Xie Jianmian raised his hand and touched his chin. Zhou Chi thought he had awakened, and just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he continued, "But I bought a house, what should I do if the money is spent, you Compensate me?"

"Compensation...why should I compensate you?" Xie Jianmian looked at him with a smile, shook his fingers mysteriously, and let out a soft "shh".

Zhou Chi felt that he could not have a good conversation with this young master. After careful calculation, it has only been half a month since the two of them met for the first time, and they have met only a few times. He vowed not to give up until he died, and facing Xie Jianmian's pretendingly innocent face, Zhou Chi felt that if this went on, he would definitely be the one who was pissed off first.

"Forget it." Zhou Chi also smiled at him, but because the corners of his mouth were so tense, this smile had a taste of gnashing his teeth, "Then I would like to ask Mr. Xie, Jinzhou City is so big that there are countless geomantic treasures. If you have the financial resources, you can buy any house you want, why did you choose such a small and old house?"

"Well, you want to know?" Xie Jianmian looked Zhou Chi up and down, knocked on the door panel with his fingers, and the sound of "dongdong" came out one after another, disturbing the whole world.

Zhou Chi nodded sincerely.

Xie Jianmian raised his eyes, and looked at Zhou Chi. It seemed that there was a fox hiding in his eyes. Zhou Chi had a bad intuition. Before he could escape, Xie Jianmian reached out and pinched his chin quickly. Withdrawing her slightly cool fingers, she winked at him.

"Because there are beauties."

The days in spring are short, and the coldness of the spring will be exposed without the sun, wandering around the limbs in circles, and it will inevitably be contaminated with cold and damp air after staying outside for a long time. Xie Jianmian's fingers are slender and white, with the unique coolness of April , when he pinched Zhou Chi's chin, he only felt a ball of whiteness and the ensuing coolness, obviously there was no temperature, but Zhou Chi felt that his chin seemed to be burnt by a split match, and he needed to wrap it tightly. The gown burned itself in the night.

He leaned back in a panic, and for a moment the restless irritability and helplessness in his mind receded completely, like sea water that was violent at high tide but silent at low tide, without leaving a trace.

Zhou Butou, who trained people non-stop on weekdays, forgot his words, let the miscellaneous voices in his mind run through the scene like pulling a carriage, and couldn't utter a word, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

"Cough..." Zhou Chi cleared his throat, stabilized his ups and downs, and said sternly, "What does it look like to move your hands and feet! Now you are a policeman in the government office, so I have to take care of it. You have to know the rules, right? "

Xie Jianmian stroked the finger that touched Zhou Chi just now, with a calm expression as if he wasn't the one who played the hooligan just now: "Well... the head catcher is right."

"Then what... let me ask you one more question." Zhou Chi was not reconciled, he couldn't afford to be taken for nothing, and he could ask, "My neighbor lives well, why did he suddenly sell the house to you?"

Xie Jianmian glanced at him without emotion, but Zhou Chi always felt that this glance was mostly for mockery: "Money can make ghosts go round."

What was said during the day was sent back intact, Zhou Chi felt that he was humiliating himself.

"Okay, okay, live wherever you like, let whoever grinds it." Zhou Chi stretched out a finger and poked Xie Jianmian's shoulder, "But one thing is agreed, our relationship is only for business, private Forget it, I can't bear it."

Xie Jianmian pulled back Zhou Chi's poking hand and clenched it intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't say yes or no, and left a sentence of "see you tomorrow" before turning and entering the room. Zhou Chi behind him felt aggrieved With nowhere to vent, he had no choice but to kick the wall resentfully, without any momentum.

The head catcher couldn't figure out how he calmly ate, drank and chatted at the same table with Xie Jianmian yesterday, why didn't he poison the bastard to death, let him vomit to death or smother him to death in the middle of the night.

The case in Duhe Village didn't make any progress. Zhou Chi had something in his mind, but was disturbed by Xie Jianmian, all kinds of emotions were turbulent, and his thoughts seemed to be overturned. It was hot and noisy one after another. .

Zhou Chi didn't sleep well that night, and he didn't close his eyes in a daze until the middle of the night, and he seemed to have a dream in the drowsiness.

It was a midsummer night, so hot that the breath was sticky, the chirping insects squeaked endlessly, and the young boy tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.

He kicked off the thin quilt on his body, muttering in a low voice as he rolled over, he was about to fall asleep soon, and when he woke up, he could eat cold cakes. Thinking of the cold cold cakes, he suddenly felt that the stuffiness had dissipated a lot, Satisfied, he showed a smile that only belonged to children.

All of a sudden, he seemed to hear something, noisy roaring, one after another pierced through the layers of houses and walls, and rushed out in the heat of midsummer. He didn't know what happened, and trembled inexplicably, as if he was hot The heat finally receded, and even the temperature of the blood was taken away.

The boy climbed out of the bed and unconsciously clenched his small fists. He wanted to open the door to take a look, but just as he reached the door, the closed door was pushed open from the outside. The person who opened the door was probably too anxious And flustered, when the door opened with a "snap", the boy's heart also trembled.

He looked up and saw that the person who pushed the door was a woman. The woman obviously just got up from the bed, her clothes were disheveled, her back was black as ink, and her beautiful face was full of panic.

"Auntie..."

The boy was a little overwhelmed, and stood on tiptoe trying to touch Aniang's face, telling her not to be afraid.

The woman didn't bend down to smile at him tenderly as usual, she hugged the boy, and the trembling spread down her tight arms to the boy.

"Axu, no matter what happens, don't come out, and don't make a sound." The woman's tone was hurried, with a slight sob that could not be detected, "Remember what A Niang said, you must remember!"

Before he could react to what was going on, he was stuffed into a narrow cellar by the woman. The moment the cellar door was closed, all images and the faint coolness that flowed were blocked out. He was squeezed into the dark and sultry underground. , couldn't see anything, he was almost suffocated by the overwhelming oppression.

Then he heard the voices carved into his bones, flesh and veins——

The man's rude yelling, the bluntness of the blade cutting, the sharpness of the broken utensils, the sound of cries, footsteps... all mixed together and pierced his eardrums, and he froze in the cellar, forgetting how to breathe.