"oh?"

Zhong Tianzheng became interested, so he must have made a discovery.

"There are handprints on it."

The comrade from the technical department pointed to the top of the toilet partition and saw that his cell phone rang, so he took it and went out.

That's good, I can check the scene again.

As a criminal policeman, if he wants to solve a case quickly, the best way is to go to the scene to look for clues.

Because he had just looked at it too hastily, he did not rush to climb up this time. Instead, he kept walking back and forth between the two toilets on the left and right, scanning every corner carefully.

After having an impression of every detail, Zhong Tianzheng put on new shoe covers and gloves and officially walked into the scene.

Due to his height advantage, Zhong Tianzheng stepped on the toilet tank and stood on tiptoes to see the full view of the top of the partition.

Above the top floor of the partition, a thick layer of ashes was scattered.

Near the middle, there are obvious friction marks and eight finger prints.

The fingerprints are obviously overlaid on top of the friction marks.

In other words, friction comes first and finger pressure comes last.

Zhong Tianzheng's gaze shifted to the nylon rope that had not yet been removed.

There is obviously ashes left on the ferrule, probably from the friction marks on the top layer of the partition.

The friction marks on the ash had a reasonable explanation.

What do you mean by these eight finger marks?

Zhong Tianzheng turned down, recalled the height of the deceased Meng Shi, and then walked into the toilet on the right.

"wrong."

Zhong Tianzheng frowned, his feet hovered in mid-air for several seconds, and then he took back his steps.

These two toilets are different.

Looking along the line of sight, there are Meng Shi's footprints on the toilet seat on the left.

This footprint is easy to explain. Meng Shi was not tall enough and had to step on the toilet seat to put the rope around his neck.

It's just that the toilet seat and even the toilet tank on the right side are very clean without any footprints.

If he didn't step on the toilet seat, how could he pass the nylon rope through the load-bearing steel structure of the ceiling? Then pass through the space of only twenty centimeters in the middle of the partition?

Throw the rope up? Then go through the partition?

It can be thrown away, but the success rate is not high and it is unnecessary.

It's not like performing acrobatics.

Stepping on the toilet seat is the fastest and most convenient way to die.

"So, why are there no footprints on the toilet seat or even the water tank on the right side?"

The fingerprints on the top of the partition appeared again in Zhong Tianzheng's mind.

Judging from the direction of the finger marks, it should have been left by Meng Shi standing on the left and climbing and pressing on the top floor.

Normally.

You should tie the nylon rope to the water tank on the right and then step on the water tank to pass the rope through the load-bearing structure of the ceiling and extend it to the left.

If there are traces of fingerprints between the middle and the top of the partition, it should be done from right to left instead of left to right.

Then why is he standing in the toilet on the left with his hands on the partition?

At the same time.

The questions he had with Team Leader Li just now also surfaced.

Why didn't he commit suicide in the toilet on the right instead of having to put a lot of effort into threading the rope through the partition to form a sixty-degree angle, and then run to the left to end himself?

On the right, the ninety-degree angle between the rope and the load-bearing beam is the best and maximum stress.

With this question in mind, Zhong Tianzheng's eyes fell on the heavy beams of the steel structure of the ceiling again, and then he turned around and walked out.

The best way to find out what happened at that time is to restore it on site.

Taking out a piece of rope from the equipment room, Zhong Tianzheng returned to the scene again, entered the toilet on the right, untied the rope, and first tried to let the rope pass through the load-bearing steel structure by throwing it.

I went back and forth like this five times in a row, but I couldn't get through it, let alone let the rope pass through the partition through the throwing motion.

Zhong Tianzheng stepped on the toilet seat, and it went much more smoothly this time.

The first question emerged.

Why doesn't he step on the toilet seat?

If you step on the toilet seat, why are there no footprints?

Wipe down afterwards?

Still the same sentence.

You can wipe it off, but it's not necessary.

After everything was arranged properly, Zhong Tianzheng returned to the toilet on the left, stepped on the toilet water tank, loosened the movable knot, and put it in around his neck.

Don't know why.

The moment the rope was put in, Zhong Tianzheng felt very uneasy in his heart.

"What are you going to do!"

The piercing screams of the comrades in the technical department sounded from behind.

"Fuck!"

Zhong Tianzheng was really frightened, and he fell down with the sole of his foot.

"Uh, uh."

The noose tightened instantly and tightly wrapped around Zhong Tianzheng's neck. Pain and suffocation followed one after another. The entire head was congested and swollen, and the brain went blank.

The whole person subconsciously kept kicking his legs, and his hands desperately pulled the rope around his neck.

It seems like a century has passed.

Zhong Tianzheng suddenly felt a sense of solidity under his feet, and the original feeling of suffocation disappeared. Only then did he stand back on the toilet seat and take his head out of the rope.

"Pfft, pfft."

Zhong Tianzheng breathed in the air. When his mind returned to clarity, he looked at the comrades in the technical department with resentment: "What is your name? Can we not appear at the same scene in the future?"

"Damn, I'm not thinking of you to commit suicide."

The comrade in the technical department reluctantly defended himself.

"Then I have to thank you, old man, for saving my life."

Zhong Tianzheng clasped his hands and waved at him, his eyes falling on the partition wall.

There are many footprints on the partition wall left by Meng Shi struggling when he was trapped, which is very different from Zhong Tianzheng's performance just now.

However, this Meng Shi is a man who wants to die, so why is the arc of his struggle so long?

Is it a subconscious behavior when a person's life is threatened?

After personal experience.

The doubts in Zhong Tianzheng's mind became more and more intense.

The whole scene looked like a suicide scene, but the layout of the scene looked very strange.

Especially the toilet on the right that has no footprints.

However, although it is strange, it cannot be said that Meng Shi was killed by him.

But he still couldn't figure out why Meng Shi had to go through so much trouble and finally hang himself in the toilet on the left?

"Am I thinking too much?" Looking at the sixty-degree angle formed between the nylon rope and the partition, Zhong Tianzheng fell into deep thought again.

in mind.

The master's spatial imagination spreads, and a scene of hanging himself to end himself appears in his mind. Various scenes are constantly rehearsed and alternated, but each scene is consistent with the situation of hanging himself.

Did Meng Shi really commit suicide?

Zhong Tianzheng listed all the information he had in his mind one by one, just when he was about to judge that Meng Shi was the one who hanged himself.

The fingerprints on the top of the partition popped up again, and the whole person suddenly understood.

in mind.

The original crime scenes created by the master's spatial imagination were all shattered and then reorganized, and a complete crime scene was once again presented.

Meng Shi entered the toilet and suddenly heard a noise from the toilet next door. Out of curiosity, he stepped on the toilet, grabbed the top of the partition with both hands, and raised his head at the same time.

Before he could see clearly, a tied noose fell from the sky.

In a panic, Meng Shi lost his footing and fell, and his neck was strangled to death by a nylon rope noose.

This also forms a perfect self-hanging scene.

this case.
Chapter completed!