Chapter 232

On Xupu Bridge.

The police car pulled over and the flashing lights were not turned off.

Zhong Tianzheng took out the warning tripod from the trunk and put it away as a warning.

The construction of the bridge itself did not reserve non motor vehicle access, so there were no protective measures. The three people raised their feet a little and crossed the platform outside the bridge.

The platform outside the bridge is about 60 cm wide, and the platform itself does not give people a very thick feeling.

On the contrary, people will feel that the stone slab under their feet is very thin. Stepping on it, coupled with the shock caused by the roaring cars and trucks, it seems that they will fall at any time.

Zhong Tianzheng is approaching the railing, which is stronger than his arm and covered with dust. Looking down from the probe, he feels the shock brought by the straight height.

If a person with slight acrophobia stands on the top and looks at the bottom for a long time, I'm afraid he will have the idea of jumping down.

For example, the team leader.

He didn't get close to the railing at all. He left the on-site investigation to Ah Xiang and Zhong Tianzheng. He was far away from the railing.

"Not here."

Zhong Tian is standing here, scanning below, and then looking at the sightseeing belt he has stayed before. The data given by the devil's eye is much more deviated than expected.

He turned his eyes and fell on the traction wire about the thickness of his wrist extending from the main tower.

"One, two, three, four."

Zhong Tian was counting silently, stepping forward, and finally stopped by the tenth traction rope of the main tower.

Looking sideways, there are very obvious wiping marks on the dusty railings, intermittent pieces, which are completely consistent with the traces left by the struggle of the dead Wang Feifei when the murderer threw the man down.

Ah Xiang quickly took out her mobile phone to take photos and collect evidence.

When she finished taking photos, Zhong Tianzheng carefully approached the railing and looked down, just perpendicular to the position just salvaged.

The location of the crime has been confirmed.

Zhong Tian is trying to find out whether there are traces left by the murderer at the scene, but the result disappoints them. The murderer is very cautious.

Stand at the crime site.

Zhong Tianzheng also found a very serious problem.

It is here that a solid baffle about one person high is set up in the middle of the road between the platform and the bridge deck near the main tower, about the height of an adult.

And the most troublesome thing is.

Standing here, no matter from which angle he looks, the surrounding electronic monitoring is perfectly blocked.

Monitoring can only capture the road surface, but not the situation here.

In other words.

The murderer chose this crime location, which should have been premeditated and stepped on it in advance.

"I don't seem to have found anything."

Ah Xiang shrugged in disappointment: "at present, we can only hope to talk to sister Xinyu. I don't know if their surveillance video has screened out anything."

"Don't worry."

Zhong Tianzheng sat carelessly on the small ladder near the driveway, felt out the cigarette box and lit a cigarette: "it's the first time for me to come to such a place, such a high position and such a good line of sight. How can I relax without smoking a cigarette."

What Zhong Tianzheng said is not bad.

Standing on the bridge and looking from the front, you can see the landmark three piece set of Shangnan city at a glance. The financial building goes straight into the blue sky. The scenery is really good.

"Comrade Zhong Tianzheng, when have you been driving so out of tune?" Ah Xiang didn't want to joke with him now: "we're handling a case now, OK?"

"What's your hurry?"

Zhong Tianzheng wrapped a cigarette. The smoke drifted with the wind. The corner of his mouth rose and said, "Murderers can sit here and smoke and drink here. Why can't I?"

"Did you find anything?"

Ah Xiang looked at him in surprise: "I knew you weren't so out of tune. Tell me what you found."

"That's the same sentence. Once you confirm the crime scene, you must change your role in time, imagine yourself as the murderer and figure out his psychological activity track, so that you can find out."

Zhong Tianzheng moved his body to the side, looked at the small steps under his ass, and his head tilted: "if you look at it from this perspective, you will find that there are many small sand and stone residues on the steps, but the one on the right is obviously clean, which shows that the murderer has sat down here."

"You're looking here." Zhong Tianzheng pointed to the gap between the isolation baffle and the small steps: "there are some soot residues in the gap interlayer, and the gray matter is white, indicating that the existence time of the soot is not long, it is likely that he left it. As for the cigarette butts, he must have thrown them into the suspended river."

"What about drinking?"

Ah Xiang asked curiously, "there is no liquid residue such as wine stains on the ground. How do you know he drank here?"

"Are you stupid?"

Zhong Tianzheng reluctantly rolled his eyes: "please, my brother, look back at the guardrail behind you. Don't you see the gray spot the size of half a little thumb nail on the guardrail?"

Ah Xiang asked, "that's it?"

"Yes, that's it."

Zhong Tianzheng nodded his head. "With one point, I can not only tell that he drinks on it, but also drinks highly baijiu."

"Reason!"

"You notice this gray spot, I have judged that this is a mark left by a highly Baijiu, not a beer or water stain." Zhong Tianzheng paused and continued: "the railing is covered with dust. Water droplets or other liquids drop on it, either stain the dust or form a black mixed trace."

"Only liquor can penetrate and leave traces on the railing. Even if you wipe off the dust, there will still be a trace."

Ah Xiang asked again, "what's the use of inferring these?"

"Ha ha."

Zhong Tian is smiling but silent, squinting against the railing.

In my mind.

The grandmaster's spatial conception power is rapidly divergent, and a crime scene is presented in a small space.

Digital Zhong Tian is standing at the top of the space and jumping in.

……

The night is deep.

In the distance, the lights of the three standard parts of Shangnan city have also been extinguished.

There are still passing cruise ships on both sides of the suspended river.

Behind you.

Almost no cars passed the bridge.

Zhong Tianzheng was sitting on the guardrail platform in the center of the bridge, smoking cigarettes. From time to time, he picked up the old white stem around him and drank. He didn't eat wine and vegetables, so he drank.

His expression is very complex, so deep looking at the night scene in the distance.

Suddenly.

He suddenly got up, opened the double flashing trunk of the car on the road, pulled out the bound Wang Feifei and pushed it down on the platform.

"No, no, please let me go."

Wang Feifei seemed to guess what she thought. She shook her head desperately and begged for mercy. She even opened her mouth and shouted for help, but her voice was covered up by passing vehicles.