No one could answer Liang Mengzhu's question. Indeed, a person who prepared sacrificial items with his own hands and was obviously going to visit the grave to pay homage, how could he suddenly commit suicide?

But Zhao Kaiping was not convinced, so he deliberately argued: "Perhaps it was because the deceased was preparing sacrificial supplies, and he missed his deceased mother even more, and couldn't restrain his grief, so he finally impulsively chose to commit suicide?"

Liang Mengzhu snorted, but didn't even look at him. Instead, he asked Zhu Jiasong directly: "Mr. Zhu, did you see your wife making these origami last night?"

Zhu Jiasong thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, at least not when I came back. She had a midnight snack with me. After a brief chat, I was very tired, so I took sleeping pills and went to sleep."

"Okay, let's continue looking for shoes. Now it seems that the only thing left is the bedroom." Liang Mengzhu's thoughts changed instantly and he immediately put aside these ingots.

The doors of the two bedrooms were pushed open one after another, and people immediately saw a pair of women's slippers placed beside the bed in the master bedroom. But Liang Mengzhu guessed wrong. This pair of women's slippers and the slippers on Zhu Jiasong's feet were not a pair of couple's slippers.

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Zhu Jiasong's expression changed and his eyes flickered, but he soon returned to normal.

Liang Mengzhu didn't care about the style of the shoes and asked directly: "Mr. Zhu, these shoes should belong to your wife, but according to what you just said, after you had a midnight snack, you went back to your room to sleep, and your wife

She was outside and said she had to work overtime, so why did her shoes appear in your bedroom?"

"How do I know?" Zhu Jiasong said: "Maybe she entered the room after I fell asleep, maybe she decided to commit suicide and came to the room to say goodbye to me for the last time, and then left in despair..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jiasong burst into tears again, tears streaming down his face, revealing his true feelings, which made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

But Liang Mengzhu suddenly shouted: "You are lying!"

Everyone was stunned by the roar, full of energy and even more confident. Liang Mengzhu stared at Zhu Jiasong sharply and said: "Actually, this is not a suicide at all, but a premeditated plan by your crazy husband.

A murder case, you killed her!!

The sleeping pills you just mentioned repeatedly were actually given to the deceased to make her fall into a coma after taking the medicine. At midnight, she was exhausted with her belt, so she did not have any restraint injuries or fight injuries, and there were still wounds on her neck.

The phenomenon of strangulation.

The crime took place in this bedroom. You were sleeping in the same bed at the time. After you committed the murder, you moved the body to the study and hung it up, as if you wanted to commit suicide. In your panic, you didn't notice the pair of shoes, right?

"

"Nonsense, spewing blood!" Zhu Jiasong jumped up and reprimanded loudly: "How do you become a policeman? Do you just make such irresponsible remarks? How dare you talk nonsense with such unfounded inferences? Why did I kill him?

My wife, what evidence do you have?"

This time, before Liang Mengzhu could speak, Zhu Jiasong said: "The ingot in the living room? Maybe it was because he prepared the sacrifices with his own hands, so he was so sad that he thought of committing suicide. The slippers in the bedroom were used to say goodbye to the sleeping person, and the rope around his neck was

The ditch is caused by painful struggle. Which of these points can indicate that this is murder, and which point can indicate that I am the murderer?

If you don't tell me why today, I will never let you go.

Officer Zhao, right? You are the leader. I will first complain about her false accusations. In addition, you can wait for the court summons. I will definitely sue you for questioning my character, slandering my reputation, and malicious slander. I will definitely sue you.

You will be sued and put in jail."

Facing Zhu Jiasong's barrage of counterattacks, and this guy was a lawyer, he had an aura about him, which made Liang Mengzhu feel confused for a moment, but Zhao Kaiping looked strange, as if he was waiting to see her unlucky, and then help her solve the problem.

Drop it, and you will conquer this little pepper.

Liang Mengzhu felt a little panicked. These clues to the doubts did not have a clear direction and could not be used as evidence against Zhu Jiasong. He turned his eyes and saw the bottle of sleeping pills placed on the bedside table. Liang Mengzhu immediately said: "Anatomy, autopsy, deceased

There was no restraint injury, it must have been caused by taking sleeping pills and falling asleep."

"Are you so sure? Have you seen it?" Zhu Jiasong immediately counterattacked: "My wife has just experienced the pain of losing her mother. Her grief is difficult to calm down. She tossed and turned even more at night. I had insomnia for a few days after the funeral. I was nervous.

I was weak, so the doctor prescribed sleeping pills for me. During these days, my wife was suffering from insomnia and was also taking my medicine. Even if the autopsy found a drug reaction, it was because of this.

And everyone has different drug resistance. Maybe she took sleeping pills but still couldn't sleep, and her grief always haunted her, so she went to extremes and did stupid things."

These words immediately made Liang Mengzhu speechless. Indeed, even if a drug reaction is detected, according to him, it cannot prove anything.

Zhu Jiasong stared at Liang Mengzhu with a victor's attitude, a sneer on his lips.

Zhao Kaiping on the side almost applauded him. Finally, he saw that this little pepper was deflated. Everyone thought it was suicide, but she jumped out and said it was murder. She was self-righteous and smart. This time, she was dumbfounded. She was dumb when asked.

Wu Yan, you are still going to be complained. Now you need your brother to help you out.

Just when Zhao Kaiping imagined Liang Mengzhu pleading with him and even willing to commit himself, Zhu Jiasong beside him suddenly let out a sigh and walked directly past Liang Mengzhu to the bedside. In addition to sleeping pills, there was also his mobile phone and notification light on the bedside table.

It was always flashing with seven colors of light.

He opened his phone and checked it, and he was shocked and said: "A-Ling, A-Ling sent me a message."

After saying that, he specifically raised his phone to show to the people around him, especially Liang Mengzhu, that a netizen named "wife" had sent a WeChat message. There was a red dot next to the message, which meant that it had not been read.

"Officer, please open it." Zhu Jiasong sneered and deliberately handed the phone to Liang Mengzhu.

Liang Mengzhu gritted his teeth, took the phone and opened the unread messages. His face changed drastically when he saw it.

Zhao Kaiping also came over and even read: "My dear, I'm leaving. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye and selfishly leaving you with this huge grief. But I really can't stand it anymore. I can't sleep every night.

Even if I take sleeping pills and fall asleep, I will still dream about my mother when she was dying. She came to me and blamed me for not taking good care of her..."

Zhao Kaiping took his mobile phone and sent a voice invitation to his wife's account. The ringtone soon rang behind the sofa cushion.

A police officer immediately verified it and proved that it was the mobile phone and that the WeChat message was sent around 12 o'clock in the morning, which was within the time of death determined by the medical examiner.

"What else do you have to say now?" Before Zhu Jia could let go, Zhao Kaiping helped him question Liang Mengzhu. They all said that officials protect each other and colleagues protect each other, but he is so upright that he seems to want Liang Mengzhu to kneel down and sing "conquer".

Liang Mengzhu's face turned gloomy, and he was really speechless. He really didn't expect that the deceased would leave such a "last word", so he could only commit suicide.

But she couldn't convince herself that the unfinished sacrifices of gold and silver ingots and the ladies' slippers in the bedroom were all doubtful points. Zhu Jiasong's explanation was too far-fetched, but the evidence was not directional.

Just when Liang Mengzhu was about to give up, he suddenly heard a soft thud. He subconsciously turned around and saw that Liu Jianfeng sat on the ground without any warning.

What's wrong with this? Why are you suddenly sitting on the floor? Do you want to become a Buddha immediately? This is too casual. Even if you are tired from standing, there are both sofas and chairs here. Sitting on the floor is too unsightly.

…

Chair!!

Liang Mengzhu's eyes suddenly lit up. She was a smart person. When she was in the police academy, she was an excellent student with both good conduct and academic performance. She had excellent grades in all subjects. However, she had just debuted and had too little experience to learn and apply her skills.

But solid basic knowledge is useful at all times. She immediately remembered that when she was in school, an excellent old criminal policeman came to teach. He once talked about several major characteristics of judging suicide cases. The scars and grooves just mentioned were very important. At the same time, the scene

There is also the most important physical evidence, which is the object stepped on when hanging.

When investigating, we must consider whether the position of the stepping object is reasonable, whether the shape and weight of the stepping object can be kicked away by the deceased, or whether its height can allow the deceased to be put into a sling...

How could such an important piece of evidence be ignored just now?

Liang Mengzhu slapped his forehead and immediately rushed into the room where the crime occurred regardless of the situation.

"Hey, what's going on?" Zhao Kaiping was stunned and quickly led people to chase after him.

Liang Mengzhu was seen looking at the computer chair that had fallen to the ground, with a look of surprise on his face, while Zhu Jiasong's expression suddenly changed.

"The scene has been photographed to collect evidence. Can I move now?" Liang Mengzhu asked. Without waiting for anyone to answer, he immediately lifted up the crooked computer chair. It has an ergonomic design, and the backrest has a waist support and a neck protector.

Slightly tilted back, but...

This is not a swivel chair, and it is very heavy. It weighs at least thirty kilograms. Just by visual inspection, you can see that the height of the seat cushion to the ground is only sixty centimeters.

Liang Mengzhu looked at the corpse placed aside and the height of the attic. He turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and stared at Zhu Jiasong: "This should be considered evidence, right?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Zhu Jiasong said.

"Hmph!" Liang Mengzhu said: "Then let me explain it to you. The height from the seat surface of the chair to the ground is only 60 centimeters. The height of the deceased was not more than 160 centimeters by visual inspection. The sum of the two is only 220 centimeters.

It's just centimeters, and your house is on the top floor, with a ceiling height of more than three and a half meters. Even the height of the curtain rod she hung is more than three meters.

Then I would like to ask, with the nearly 80 centimeters drop in the middle, even a top high jumper would not be able to reach this height if he jumped vertically on the spot without a run-up. How did the deceased get himself into the hoist?
Chapter completed!