But the more this happened, the more uneasy Di Zhiyuan and Yang Qingyuan felt.
Yang Qingyuan had an intuition that what they were seeing now was what someone wanted them to see, and the truth was still hidden deep down.
The work on one side has also completed preliminary inspection.
"Li Wuzuo, how is it?!"
Yang Qingyuan hoped that Li Wuzuo would make some discoveries.
"Back to you gentlemen, the clerk has just conducted a preliminary examination of the body and can conclude that the deceased hanged himself."
"Are you sure?" Yang Qingyuan asked.
"Sir, please see that there are marks on the deceased's neck, his tongue is slightly sticking out, and his face is congested. These are all signs of hanging himself."
Di Zhiyuan also nodded towards Yang Qingyuan. Although he was not proficient in autopsy, his years of experience in solving cases made him somewhat familiar with it. What Wu Zuo just said was the characteristics of suicide by hanging.
"In addition, sir, please see that the strangulation marks on the neck are only on the front of the deceased. If he was strangled to death by others, the marks would usually extend to the back of the neck. And if he was strangled to death, the deceased would definitely struggle and his hands would be messy.
He was scratched, but the nails between the deceased’s nails were clean, and there were no scratches in the room.”
Wu Zuo took off his whaleskin gloves and pointed at the clothes of Mrs. Li's body and said: Moreover, generally if the deceased is to be strangled, the murderer must tie the neck with a rope and then exert force on the rear of the deceased. But sir, please see, the clothes on the deceased's body are
The clothes were very neat, with almost no wrinkles. The possibility of strangulation can be ruled out. The deceased must have hanged himself!
Yang Qingyuan listened to Wu Zuo's analysis and nodded slightly. Wu Zuo's analysis made sense, but he always had a strange feeling.
Just when they found some clues, all the suspects died. This is too abnormal.
Regardless of the traces at the scene, the body of the deceased all told Yang Qingyuan and Di Zhiyuan that what they saw was the truth, and there was no truth at all.
Di Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, "Sir, can you try using wrinkle-revealing powder?"
Yang Qingyuan shook his head slightly, "If there are tables and chairs around here, the texture-revealing powder may be useful, but look at Mrs. Li's clothes. They are fine silk, and her hanging beams are also made of silk. The texture-revealing powder is very effective against silk.
It’s useless!”
Yang Qingyuan took the silk from Mrs. Li's hanging beam from one side. It was as light as nothing. It was indeed the best silk. It was thin but tough and could withstand the weight of a person without breaking.
After checking the second floor where his wife lived, Yang Qingyuan and a group of people walked downstairs.
"Zhiyuan, let's go to the rooms of Li Afu and the others again!"
Di Zhiyuan nodded, "I just heard about the banquet and food, so I rushed here immediately without inspecting their residence carefully. If I go there again, I might be able to gain something."
Yang Qingyuan also thinks the same way. Mrs. Li has no clues here for the time being, so she can only start with the residence of Li Afu and the other three.
After everyone walked out of the small building, two policemen with six doors closed the door of the small building.
A total of six people were left to guard the courtyard to prevent anyone from sneaking into the damage scene.
Yang Qingyuan walked out of the small building and suddenly knew what he had always felt strange!
This small building is much taller than the average house. It is also two stories but taller than the building next to it!
Yang Qingyuan immediately called Li Zhong.
"Butler Li, why is your wife's small building higher than the average one?"
Li Zhong was confused by Yang Qingyuan's question, but he still answered honestly, "Sir, this was the case when this building was first built. This was originally my master's room. At that time, in order to show his identity, my master specially placed it
This building was built even higher, and famous and skilled craftsmen were hired at that time. Although this building only has two floors, it is more than three feet and nine feet long, which is different from ordinary buildings!"
(ps: one foot per week is about 25cm)
"This is your master's room? Then why does he sleep in other rooms?"
Butler Li hurriedly explained, "It's not that we were deceiving. It was true that the master and his wife lived together in this small building. But about half a year ago, for some unknown reason, the master separated from his wife, moved out of this house, and found another house.
A small courtyard is used as a bedroom. Although I come here often, I will go back to live in the small courtyard at night."
Yang Qingyuan frowned slightly as he looked at this small building that was much higher than ordinary houses.
In an instant, a white thread flashed in Yang Qingyuan's mind. It was the silk used by Mrs. Li just now.
"No! There's a problem!" Yang Qingyuan said, turning back and rushing into the courtyard.
"Open the door!" Yang Qingyuan walked quickly to the door and said to the policeman on guard.
Several detectives didn't know why their masters left and came back, but they still followed Yang Qingyuan's instructions and opened the door. Yang Qingyuan immediately hurried up to the second floor, and Di Zhiyuan followed.
"What's wrong, sir!?"
As soon as Di Zhiyuan went up to the second floor, he saw Yang Qingyuan staring at the beams on the upper part of the roof.
"Is there something wrong with the beams?"
Yang Qingyuan carefully observed the beams, which were nearly two feet above the ground. From the moment he entered the house, Yang Qingyuan felt a little awkward, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Only now did he realize that the floor height of this house was too high, making it difficult for people to see.
I felt empty.
Yang Qingyuan looked at the stool and silently calculated in his heart.
The stool is less than two feet high, and Mrs. Li is petite, just over six feet tall.
Yang Qingyuan pointed his toes, and his figure appeared on the beam. A thin layer of dust had already accumulated on the beam. Only the place where the body was hanging was brushed away. Yang Qingyuan looked carefully and found that there was no impact.
trace.
Yang Qingyuan turned around and scanned the maids, selecting one who was similar in stature to Mrs. Li, and then asked Butler Li to fetch a piece of the same silk.
Everyone was confused by Yang Qingyuan's move, but Di Zhiyuan seemed to know what Yang Qingyuan was going to do!
"Girl, please stand on the stool, throw this silk over the beam and hang it down." Yang Qingyuan said to the maid who had a figure similar to Mrs. Li.
Although the maid didn't know what Yang Qingyuan meant, she could only carry out Yang Qingyuan's instructions.
I saw the maid carefully standing on the stool and throwing the silk in her hand towards the beam.
