I Can See The Murderer

"That's not very good." Zheng Yanran was a little helpless: "In fact, Zhu Zhe is a good person, but for you I don't know why, there is always a sense of targeting. This may mean that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers."

"I am not a tiger."

Zheng Yanran choked and laughed: "In the eyes of others, you are a powerful tiger."

"Probably."

After the heavy snowfall, there were a lot of snowmen on the road. For winter, making snowmen is the greatest pleasure.

In his free time, Zhou Ze sits in his office and swipes his mobile phone. There are many pictures of weird snowmen on the Internet. Zhou Ze, who looks strangely in shape, laughs nonstop: "There are so many talents now. These snowmen really refreshed my eyeballs. They Whatever I thought I came up with to create a snowman in this shape."

"Brother Zhou, you are really old now, and you can't keep up with the young people's thinking." Geng Qing said: "Now there are stalks on the Internet, one after another. Although I don't see anything funny, they are young I like it very much. This is the gap."

"Indeed." Zhou Ze had to lament that time is not forgiving...

Two days later, the weather turned fine, and the snow and snowmen on the road began to melt.

At this moment, the police station received a report that the body was found inside a snowman in the Galaxy District.

The second team quickly rushed to the scene of the incident. No one had moved the snowman. They clearly saw a corpse hidden inside a large snowman.

The corpse was passive to stiff, but traces of blood were still printed on the corpse.

The police officers carefully cleared the snow around the corpse and took the corpse back to the police station.

The corpse was in a sitting state, and the whole body was frozen stiff. After the snowflakes were cleared, the stiffness of the corpse had not yet eased.

Zhou Ze is not responsible for the autopsy. Zhou Ze can only sit outside and wait patiently for the autopsy results.

Two hours later, Zhou Xiaoyu came out and told them the results of the autopsy: "The deceased had multiple stab wounds on his body. The cut marks were very long, like being cut by a machete, but the wounds were not deep, and none of the cuts was fatal. On the wound. ‖."

"The cause of death of the deceased was excessive blood loss and was not sent for rescue in time. And..." Zhou Xiaoyu continued: "We found a lot of muddy marks on the body, such as hair, such as brackets, such as clothes. From the muddy distribution. It can be seen that the deceased should have been buried for a period of time before his death. The specific time of death of the corpse should have been five days ago."

Five days ago, when it first started to snow.

At the same time, Zhang Yan also found out the identity of the deceased: "The deceased was named Zhang Yimo, aged 21, a junior in the Department of Economics and Management of Linzhou University. A native of Linzhou."

Zhou Ze nodded: "Go and inform the family of the death of the deceased. Let's go to the school for the deceased."

Linzhou University has not yet closed, and the deceased has been missing for five days inexplicably. Zhou Ze does not believe that the school has not found it.

Zhou Ze and his party rushed to the Department of Economics and Management of Linzhou University and found the head of the department. Upon hearing this news, the head of the department hurriedly brought in counselor Zhang Yimo.

In less than five minutes, the counselor hurried over, his face full of panic: "Director, why did the police come?"

"Comrade police said that a student in your department died."

"What?" The counselor's eyes widened: "Could it be Zhang Yimo?"

After a pause, Zhou Ze was surprised: "How did you guess it?"

"Because of the entire Department of Economics and Management, only Zhang Yimo has been out of school in recent days."

The dean slapped the desk: "As a counselor, the students haven't returned to school for a few days, don't you care about it?"

"Director, it's not my fault. Zhang Yimo asked me for leave!" The counselor was crying without tears. He took out his mobile phone and showed the information to Zhou Ze and the department head: "Five days ago, Zhang Yimo Ask me for a hypothesis that he is ill and will go home for a while to rest. Zhang Yimo is a local and often asks for leave. I didn’t say anything until nothing happened before."

The head of the department was very angry. After all, the murder happened in his school or even in the department of economics and management under his control. How could he not be angry?

Zhou Ze looked through the counselor’s cell phone. Indeed, Zhang Yimo’s chat with the counselor almost only asked for leave. On average, he would ask for leave every two or three days.

Returning the phone to the counselor, Zhou Ze asked: "Since you are Zhang Yimo's counselor, you should know his situation well on weekdays. I want to know, has Zhang Yimo contacted anyone on weekdays? How is the relationship with classmates in the school?"

"Zhang Yimo's academic performance is very poor. Almost every time it is the countdown score of the Department of Economics and Management. For this reason, I have advised him many times, hoping that he can study well and get his diploma. He doesn't listen to me, and I can't help it. ."

"As for the relationship between him and his classmates, I don't know. Anyway, in the past few years, no one has told me that Zhang Yimo is not good. I think the relationship between him and his classmates should be pretty good."

"¨" Then do you know who his best friend is in school? "

"I don't know this, but I can ask you." The counselor turned to call and asked, he called a few students.

These boys, whether they are dressed or dressed up, are considered trendy, and they look good: "Do you have a good relationship with Zhang Yimo on weekdays?"

"It's pretty good." One of the students said: "When there is no class, we often go to play ball and surf the Internet."

"Is it all?" Although these children have no guilt value on their heads, Zhou Ze feels that they are still hiding something.

Pursing his lips, the boy had no choice but to honestly confess: "There are still clubbing..."

"Do you know why I ask you that?"

The boys shook their heads together.

Zhou Ze explained: "Because from the moment you entered the door, I smelled the smell of alcohol and the smell of the bar. I think you should have had a drink (money got Zhao) all night in the bar last night. You haven’t come back yet. I was called by the counselor when I had time to change clothes."

The student was ashamed: "Uncle policeman, your guess is accurate..."

"So so." Zhou Ze took out his notebook to record: "Zhang Yimo goes to the bar every few days on average? Didn't you call Zhang Yimo to be with you when you went to the bar last night?"

"Yeah, but Zhang Yimo didn't reply to us. It is estimated that it was strictly controlled by his parents." Wang Qi said: "Zhang Yimo took leave and went home a few days ago. He hasn't been back since he went home. Our news, I don’t know what happened."

"He is dead."

Wang Qi's eyes widened: "No, why did Zhang Yimo die when he was so good? Uncle police, what is going on?"

"Don't ask me first, answer my questions honestly." Zhou Ze asked: "Five days ago, before Zhang Yimo went home, did he have any weird behavior and language?".

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