Chapter 162

If you want to convict a person, you must need a complete chain of evidence. You should sort out how the suspect committed the crime, the way he committed the crime, or what happened.

Assuming their conjecture is true, Hu Guang will certainly appear at the scene of the crime that night. Otherwise, LV Zhengwang cannot be guided to open the column to put the murderous rats.

What they have to do is to take out favorable evidence when the police arrest Hu Guang, directly break through his psychological defense line and let him confess.

After all, so far, they have no intuitive evidence to show that Hu Guang is the murderer.

The focus of their sight fell on the house.

According to the monitoring extracted by the police, that night, Hu Guang went upstairs after drinking wine. He didn't come down until the next morning. There was no monitoring upstairs. No one knew what he had done.

"If Hu Guang doesn't come forward, LV Zhengwang won't take the bait so obediently."

Zhong Tianzheng looked at the surveillance camera of Xiaomi's house facing the door and went down the stairs to the second floor of the house again.

"Before committing the crime, Hu Guang had taken into account all possible situations, so he wouldn't go out through the front door." Ah Xiang followed closely and made his own analysis: "if he wants to go down and avoid monitoring, he can only go down from the window."

"Everyone can think of this. The problem is where he hid the rope when he went downstairs."

Although he said so, Zhong Tianzheng looked at the two windows carefully. Soon, he found a clue on the window of the study.

The exterior wall of the house is still the old-fashioned plastered with lime, and there are small wear marks on the cracked surface. They haven't noticed this detail before.

Soon, a circle of new friction marks on one foot of the desk also verified their idea.

If the guess is right, Hu Guang should have put a rope around one foot of the desk that night, and then climbed down from upstairs.

Ah, Xiang leaned out her head and looked downstairs: "but this height?" The height of each floor of civil houses is generally higher than that of today's commercial houses. At a glance, it is indeed a little high.

Zhong Tianzheng brought ah shanla back. He put his head out and squinted at the ground, estimating the approximate height in his heart.

"Ding Dong."

There was a sound in my mind.

There is a straight line from Zhong Tianzheng's eyes to the ground, and the distance between them is directly shown.

Four meters eight three.

"This is..."

Zhong Tian was shocked when he looked at the distance marked by the virtual mark in front of him.

Is this the visual upgrade brought by the last upgrade of the devil's eye?

I'm NIMA. It's an AR rangefinder.

And it's still accurate to the millimeter level.

With a little joy, they began to look for the rope to go downstairs.

Zhong Tian was rummaging in his study: "if it were you, what would you do with the rope used for the crime?"

Ah Xiang answered without hesitation, "throw it away or burn it."

"If you throw it away or burn it directly, there will be a risk of being found. The correct way is to deal with these ropes after the case has passed." Zhong Tianzheng shook his head and rejected Ah Xiang's idea: "we appeared after the crime, and Hu Guang was isolated here, so this practice was excluded."

Ah Xiang continued, "hide."

"Where are you hiding?"

"A very hidden place."

"There is a saying called: the trouble that has not been dealt with is still trouble. Only the trouble that has been dealt with is not trouble." Zhong Tianzheng once again denied this statement, but he did not deny it: "as long as it is not disposed of, it is possible to be found wherever it is hidden, and it is not safe where it is hidden."

"Garbage dump?"

Zhong Tianzheng shook his head.

"Dig a hole and bury it?"

Ah Xiang's thinking is very active and very practical.

"Hu Guang's modus operandi has greatly exceeded the modus operandi that ordinary people can understand. If we don't have the clue of the face bamboo provided by uncle, it is estimated that we will never think of his modus operandi in our life."

Zhong Tianzheng reached out and lit a cigarette: "his thinking is no longer comparable to our ordinary brain circuits."

"So..."

Speaking of this, Ah Xiang couldn't help pondering: "the most dangerous place is the safest place?"

"The safest place..."

Zhong Tian was wandering around the house. Suddenly he suddenly stopped and took a heavy cigarette: "what if he hid it where it should belong? Is it normal to be found out inadvertently? What we tend to ignore. "

Ah Xiang hit the mark: "sundry room?!"

"Very likely!"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at her approvingly, snuffed out the cigarette butts, hurried downstairs, walked through the main room and went around to the small room next door. There were some tools already available in the house, such as hoes and dustpans, which fell deep dust. It seems that they have not been used for a long time.

It's dark inside.

The two turned on their mobile phones and flashlights and began to look for the dusty sundries.

"Yes!"

Ah, Xiang shouted and took out three ropes from a pile of chopped dry firewood full of dust, which are usually used to tie snake skin pockets.

The rope is an ordinary nylon rope, covered with dust, but there are traces of being used on the surface. The dust is much less than other objects.

"Very good."

Zhong Tianzheng smiled and reached out to poke Ah Xiang's nose. Suddenly his nose was black.

"Don't touch me."

Ah, Xiangjiao scolded angrily, and her face was a little suspicious: "these three ropes are loop by loop, like rubber bands, not enough to find the ground? If tied together, it must be a rope. "

"Stupid!"

Zhong Tianzheng picked up the rope, skillfully wound it in, crossed another section at one end, and set it directly.

"Three ropes, wound together, so that each node is exactly equivalent to the landing step." Zhong Tianzheng seemed to be very experienced. He opened the kitchen window first during the demonstration.

Ah Xiang asked, "why open the window?"

Of course, this question only got Zhong Tianzheng's white eye as a response: "the three ropes are about one meter and five, and the upstairs to the ground looks four meters and five. Even with his height and the loss tied to the table, he can't reach the ground."

"The lower side of the study window is facing the kitchen window. As early as the first time I entered this house, I found that its window is still the old-fashioned open push-pull type. The distance from upstairs is not enough. It can just step on the top page of the open window as the fourth step of the lower foot, and then fall to the ground perfectly."

In the gap of explanation, Zhong Tianzheng has tied the rope, turned over the window and went down directly. His action is very smooth.

"Be careful..."

Ah, Xiang wanted to give an instruction, but when he put his head out, Zhong Tianzheng fell to the ground: "how can you go so fast? Also, you seem to know how Hu Guang went downstairs."

"When we were in junior high school, we climbed over the wall and went out all night. The front door was guarded by teachers. We all used this method. We stepped on the first floor window and landed easily."

Zhong Tianzheng smiled proudly.

(this method is the author himself... Do not follow, it is dangerous!)