“How is the situation?”

The two policemen made way out of the yellow line, Qiao Xue and Tom entered the door together and walked up the narrow passage stairs. At the same time, Tom also asked questions to the policemen behind him.

"It looks terrible, and this case makes me feel bad."

The police officer spoke and guided the two to the third floor at the same time.

This is a building that is very similar to some pigeon buildings in China. The narrow passage connects four floors, and each floor has only a narrow passage. The first floor is home to four families, and each house has a very small room area, only about fifteen square meters.

When they arrived at the room on the third floor, Qiao Xue and Tom had already put on gloves. They saw a police officer standing at the door of a room, and the two walked over.

Pushing open the door, the narrow room was clearly visible in front of Qiao Xue's eyes.

On the left side of the main entrance of the room is a bed, above the bed is a shrine, and a Tathagata Buddha is enshrined in the shrine. On the right side of the main entrance is a computer, a wardrobe and some simple toiletries.

On the floor of the room, there was a corpse facing the sky. A simple and beautiful knife was inserted into the chest of the corpse. There were many patterns carved at the hilt, and some very unimaginable words.

"The deceased is a 38-year-old Asian man. He does not have a residence permit. He should be illegally living. The neighbors around him said that he was called 'ying chest?hao' and you have also seen the fatal injury. The knife in the chest is really deep. The time of death... it should have been about three days."

After a brief introduction, the police officer made a clear pass. Qiao Xue and Tom entered the scene. After a brief look at the surrounding environment, he lowered his head and looked at the corpse on the ground.

Qiao Xue squatted on the right side of the corpse and looked at the murdered person carefully.

There was still a little terrifying color on his face. Is he incredible that he was about to die?

His hands were stained with blood, but it seemed that it was his own blood.

The murderer let go of his hand after stabbing him in the chest with a knife, and he instinctively held the handle of the knife and fell backwards.

"The technique is clean and neat, and it is not delayed at all. It seems that the person who does business is a veteran."

Qiao Xue nodded and agreed to Tom's analysis. She looked at the knife inserted into the corpse and said, "This knife should pierce into the heart directly. After the stabilization, the murderer let go of his hand and did not pull out the knife to prevent blood from splashing on his body. Then..."

Qiao Xue turned her head, closed the door of the room slightly, and looked behind the door.

"The murderer pulled up the door again so that the victim inside could not escape, and could only wait for death gradually. The victim had some bloody handprints behind the door, which should have been left when he was trying hard to slap the door but couldn't escape."

After saying these words, Qiao Xue returned to the knife again. After carefully checking, she couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?"

Tom asked.

Qiao Xue shook her head and said, "This knife... is very strange. It is not a fruit knife or folding knife that can be bought in ordinary stores. It looks...it should still be very expensive."

Tom also squatted over and looked at the weapon carefully.

"It does look quite expensive. Hey, has the forensic's preliminary examination been completed?"

The on-site appraiser next to him nodded. At that moment, Tom reached out and held the handle, slowly pulled it out of the victim's chest.

"Is this...hidden knife?"

Qiao Xue looked at the blood-stained weapon and said hesitantly.

"Hidden knife? What is this?"

Facing Tom's question, Qiao Xue nodded and said, "This is a kind of knife that is unique to the Tibetans in China. Generally speaking, Tibetan knives are divided into long knives and waist knives. Judging from the length of this knives, it should be considered a waist knives. Why does the murderer use such a very special weapon to kill people? Judging from the method of killing people, this person should not be the kind of person who casually takes a weapon to kill people in a hurry."

Tom looked at the weapon that used horns to make the knife handle, frowned, and said, "So, this should be some kind of organizational crime? Was this person targeted by a gang? Then the other party used this hidden knife and wanted to use his death to warn others?"

Qiao Xue nodded. This is indeed a search idea. Whether the deceased himself belongs to a specific organization or the person who killed him belongs to a specific organization, it is very likely that the murderer killed him not specifically targeted him, but to a certain force represented by the deceased.

However, it was really a very bold approach to the murderer expressing his wish so blatantly.

After seeing the body, Qiao Xue came to the door.

The three neighbors living on this floor were already standing here, and they all seemed a little panicked.

Standing on the far left was a middle-aged Asian man who looked in his forties. He looked tall, frowning, and his hands were constantly rubbing each other.

The one in the middle was a fat man who looked a little low, probably in his thirties. He looked around and seemed to be very curious about the room at the murder scene.

The one on the right is a thin man, about 20 years old, with a look of scammers and his hands are always in his pocket.

"Don't be nervous, I just need to ask you a few questions."

Qiao Xue coughed and said in Chinese.

After these people looked at each other, they nodded one after another.

"Do you know the people who live in this room?"

The fat man nodded immediately and said in Chinese with a smile: "Know and know! How could he not know? His name is Hao Yingxiong. Well, his name is quite handsome, but I didn't expect that he would die so lack heroic spirit in the end."

Qiao Xue asked, "Your name is…?"

The fat man said diligently: "My name is Zhou Wangui! Miss Police, you ask, but for the sake of us being Chinese, don't doubt me! I can guarantee that I am definitely not a murderer!"

Qiao Xue ignored the fat man's self-defense and continued to ask: "Did you find the body?"

Zhou Wangui nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, yes! I discovered it first. This morning, I was going to go out to work. Early in the morning, I felt that there was a strange smell in the corridor. Then I found this guy's room. I knocked on the door, but there was no reaction. I opened the door and saw... I'll go! That scene! It's really scary!"

Qiao Xue nodded, and Tom next to him asked, "What did he say?"

Qiao Xue recorded it in her notebook in English so that Tom next to her could see it clearly.

"Then what?"

Zhou Wangui: "Then? Then I called the police! Oh my, this road has not been very peaceful recently, it is full of problems here and there... Now there are even dead people..."

Perhaps, Zhou Wangui is the one who speaks unintentionally, but Qiao Xue asked alertly: "It's all a problem? What's the problem?"

Zhou Wangui was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the thin man next to him. Qiao Xue also looked at the thin man and signaled him to speak.

"Then...my name is Liu Yang, I'm making breakfast on this street! Because...my job requires getting up very early in the morning, so I always get up at about three o'clock to roll the noodles..."

"Then... I heard many strange sounds coming from Hao Yingxiong's room several times... It was very erratic, I was a little scared... so I left as soon as possible... Then, when I sold my early to go back to the room around noon, I would always see some very strange people coming out of the room. After they saw me, they would lower their heads, as if they were leaving behind their faces."

Qiao Xue nodded and asked, "What do you mean by strangeness?"

Liu Yang continued to tremble and said, "Well... the clothes they wear are very ordinary, not like rich people, nothing strange. However, I saw that they often wear some very expensive gem rings on their fingers. There are some watches that seem very expensive on their wrists, and some people also have gold necklaces on their necks..."

Qiao Xue frowned, recorded it, and asked, "So during the day three days ago, did you see anything when you came back at noon?"

After thinking about it, the thin man shook his head in confusion and said, "I didn't see anything, everything seemed very ordinary... Ah, by the way, at that time I saw Ermeng, Zhao Ermeng. It was him."

Liu Yang pointed his finger at the tall middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man was stunned and immediately looked at Qiao Xue with some nervousness.

Qiao Xue tapped the notebook with a pen and said, "Your name is Zhao Ermian?...the real name?"

Zhao Ermian nodded and said, "My real name is Zhao Ermian. However, because I am a pastry chef, everyone around here calls me Ermian."

Qiao Xue nodded and asked, "Three days ago, the day when Hao Yingxiong was killed, Liu Yang saw you in the corridor. What's the situation?"

Zhao Ermeng suddenly became a little nervous. He rubbed his hands and said anxiously: "Please... please don't doubt me! I didn't kill anyone! Really, I really didn't kill anyone!"

Qiao Xue was a little tired: "We will judge whether you have killed someone or not, tell me what you are doing there."

Zhao Er shivered for a moment and said nervously: "Actually... that day... because our restaurant only started working at night, I kept sleeping in the morning. It was about 11:00 am, and I heard some noises in the corridor. At first I thought it was me dreaming, so I didn't care and continued to sleep. But after twelve o'clock, I felt that some running sounds in the corridor passed quickly. I felt very troublesome, so I walked out to see what was going on."

Qiao Xue: "And what? What did you see?"
Chapter completed!