"Pfft," Su Ping couldn't hold it back: "The ghost is shameless, bite his toes?"

Xun Mu's eyes twitched: "Okay, Lao Su, the atmosphere that was originally a bit eerie was completely destroyed by you."

Su Ping shrugged: "Just tell the truth."

After a pause, he looked at Tu Zhongxin and asked, "Are you sure there are no fatal injuries on the deceased's body?"

"No." Tu Zhongxin shook his head and said: "The puncture on the foot is nothing at all, and there is indeed no sign of poisoning... Of course, there is no way to tell whether he was frightened to death or how he died. Drawing an arbitrary conclusion is just a guess, you have to go back and check it before making any specific decisions."

Su Ping nodded lightly.

Tu Zhongxin took a general look inside the closet and said: "The closet is relatively messy, and he must have been busy messing around in it. Finally, he raised his head slightly and looked upward. Maybe Yao Chugui just opened the closet at this time.

I saw Yao Chugui's head in the closet, and then I saw Yao Chugui open the closet. Maybe I just saw a knife raised and slashed at Yao Chugui. I couldn't breathe. I was scared to death. It's not like I didn't. possible."

As he spoke, he rummaged around on the young man's body and took out a small jar from his pocket.

"Budesonide formoterol powder inhalation?" Tu Zhongxin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does he have asthma?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to turn over the eyelids and lips of the deceased, and also raised the hand of the deceased to take a look, and then said: "There is less obvious slight cyanosis in the palpebral conjunctiva, lip mucosa and nails, which is indeed a sign of suffocation. , may be sudden death due to cardiac arrest caused by asthma.”

Su Ping took the medicine and looked at it.

Tu Zhongxin met and explained: "This drug is also commonly used in asthma medication, but it is not as common as albuterol sulfate and salmeterol fluticasone. It is mainly used when combined with inhaled corticosteroids and long-acting β2..."

"Stop." Su Ping quickly stopped: "These names make my head hurt. Except for asthma patients and you guys studying medicine, medicine, forensic medicine, I'm afraid not many people remember it clearly... The point is, confirm this young man Have asthma?”

"It may also be chronic obstructive pulmonary disease." Tu Zhongxin said.

"Is it a respiratory disease anyway?"

Tu Zhongxin nodded.

"Okay." Su Ping returned the medicine to him and said, "Check the system quickly, and then go to the kitchen to have a look. There are also many stab wounds on Chi Lekui's body, and there may be many valuable clues."

"Oh." Tu Zhongxin responded, squatting down and starting to survey.

Lao Wei has already done the investigation, so he doesn't have much time here. He only needs to do some forensic examinations and look for biological evidence.

After roughly looking at it a few times, he took people to the kitchen.

At this time, Qi Yuan also came back.

"What?" Su Ping turned to look at him: "Did you understand everything?"

"Yeah." He nodded and said, "Actually, there aren't many clues. The security guard doesn't know much."

After a pause, Qi Yuan continued: "First of all, the victim's profession. Yao Chugui is a freelance photographer. From time to time, he takes pictures everywhere in the community with his big camera. I heard that some of his photos have even won awards.

I checked it out on my mobile phone. It’s not a reliable award. It’s the kind of award that you can participate in if you pay money, and at least there will be a consolation prize. It’s an award designed to use self-portraits to deceive outsiders. For freelance photographers who are not in the mainstream, take care of it. Advertisements like this always attract some people to take photos with him."

Xun Mu raised his eyebrows: "This security guard knows so much about it? He can even remember the name of such an award?"

"He talks about it when he meets people, so he has a deep impression." Qi Yuan said: "And actually, I can't remember it accurately. After I searched, I still found it through fuzzy search."

"Oh." Xun Mu nodded and asked, "What about Chi Lekui?"

"I don't know, but he seems to be a designer, or someone from a design-related industry." Qi Yuan replied, then out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the model head with its "head" screwed open, and said, "Maybe he's a hairstylist?"

Su Ping followed his gaze, chuckled, handed him the unfolded note and hair in the evidence bag, and said, "Take a look at what you took out of that model."

Qi Yuan took it over curiously and was startled.

"What the hell...a curse?" He blinked and looked at the surrounding environment. There was blood on the bed. He felt a little frightened in his heart and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Even veteran detectives like Xun Mu and Su Ping couldn't help but feel a chill when they saw this weird "ritual" and the bloody scene, let alone a newcomer like him.

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I'm afraid that only Tu Zhongxin, who is more kind to the dead than the living, can remain unaffected.

"Huh?" Soon, another trace inspector found a strange doll from under the bed and handed it to Old Wei. Old Wei looked at it, lifted up the doll's clothes, and let out a sigh.

Su Ping happened to see this scene and raised his eyebrows: "Old Wei, you are such a pervert. When you see a humanoid doll, your first reaction is to lift your clothes first?"

"Ahem..." Old Wei coughed twice, his face turned red, and he rubbed his neck and said, "I just feel like this thing doesn't feel right when I hold it. I'm not as dirty as you think!"

As he spoke, he pointed the puppet towards Su Ping.

Su Ping raised his eyebrows even higher.

The back of the doll has been poked, I don’t know how many times it was poked, and a lot of cotton was taken out.

Then Lao Wei asked someone to take a photo of the doll, turned around to look at the model of the head, rolled his eyes, reached out to unzip the zipper on the back of the doll, and dug inside, and soon a bunch of hair came out.

, a note.

Unfolding the note, it still showed Yao Chugui's name and horoscope, followed by a series of incomprehensible symbols.

He asked for another piece of paper in the evidence bag. After comparing it carefully, he shook his head and said, "These two symbols are different and should indicate different meanings."

Qi Yuan swallowed again, glanced at the corpse on the bed unconsciously, and then quickly regained his composure, but his heart beat a little faster.

"Captain Su, do you know anyone who understands this thing? What does it mean?" Old Wei said.

"How do I know him?" Su Ping rolled his eyes.

Xun Mu, on the other hand, pinched his chin and said: "I remember catching a hint six years ago, a goddess who bewitched and even controlled others to commit suicide. Unfortunately, she seemed to have been sentenced to death. And I heard that there are a lot of twists and turns here, what about Tarot?

There are a lot of tricks about playing cards, lowering your head, and gods and ghosts, and maybe neither of you can understand them."

Old Wei shrugged and looked at the trace inspector: "Where did you find this? I remember I glanced under the bed and didn't see this thing."
Chapter completed!