All kinds of bad premonitions flooded into Gu Chen's mind, which made Gu Chen doubt Zhang Dezhi's honesty.
After all, according to most people in the village, the relationship between Zhang Dezhi and his wife has always been bad, and there are often noisy situations.
But now, Zhang Dezhi's wife suddenly disappeared.
But Zhang Dezhi, after his wife left home, gave up living in the master bedroom and chose the second bedroom.
This abnormal behavior still made Gu Chen a little puzzled.
At least it shows that Zhang Dezhi is somewhat repulsive to the master bedroom, but where is the repulsion? Is it simply because of the frequent quarrels in this bedroom? Gu Chen didn't think so.
But now, Gu Chen was in this room again, and suddenly smelled a familiar smell of blood, which increased Gu Chen's suspicion about the master bedroom.
"Junior Brother Gu." Seeing that Gu Chen was stunned, Lu Weiwei approached Gu Chen and reminded him with a volume that only she and Gu Chen could hear:
"There seems to be a bloody smell in here?"
"It seems that Senior Sister Lu also smelled it?" Gu Chen turned his head and said.
Lu Weiwei nodded silently: "After all, I have handled so many cases, this situation can still be discerned, it's just..."
Lu Weiwei wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by Gu Chen reaching out her hand.
Afterwards, Gu Chen turned his head to look at Zhang Dezhi, and asked him curiously, "Mr. Zhang Dezhi, you and your lover have always lived in your room, right?"
"Ah?" As if he didn't understand what Gu Chen meant, Zhang Dezhi asked, "How do you say it?"
"I just want to ask you, besides you and your lover, has anyone else lived in this room?" Lu Weiwei continued to add.
When Zhang Dezhi heard it, his face immediately became ugly, and he said in a bad mood:
"What do you mean? This room is not where my wife and I live. Are there other people?"
"That's it?" Seeing Zhang Dezhi's own confirmation, Gu Chen nodded slightly, and said again:
"We smell blood here."
"Smell of blood?" Before Zhang Dezhi had any doubts, the white-haired old man beside him asked in confusion, "How can there be a smell of blood?"
Lu Weiwei glanced at him: "Master, if you don't believe me, you can smell it yourself."
The white-haired old man sniffed and savored it carefully, but shook his head and said, "I didn't smell anything."
"Of course you can't smell it." Seeing what the white-haired old man said, Gu Chen hurriedly stepped forward and explained:
"We have handled a lot of eucalyptus, and we are naturally sensitive to the smell of blood."
"It can be said that this smell is the smell of blood. It may be difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it, but for us police, it is quite simple to distinguish the smell of blood."
"Really?" Turning his head to look at Zhang Dezhi next to him, the white-haired old man's face suddenly changed, and he also pushed Zhang Dezhi's shoulder and asked:
"Zhang Dezi, what's going on? What's the matter with the smell of blood in the room?"
"Uncle, don't listen to their nonsense, what's the smell of blood?" Also seeing everyone pressing on, Zhang Dezhi was obviously a little bit hard to resist.
Glancing in Gu Chen's direction, Zhang Dezhi said again: "I said, Comrades, you may have made a mistake, right? Why does the bedroom smell of blood?"
"Maybe it's because the room is often not cleaned? So, there will be some smell, but it can't be the smell of blood. You must smell it wrong."
After Zhang Dezhi's voice fell, Gu Chen didn't bother to explain to him, and began to carefully search for clues with the help of the bedroom lights.
But this move immediately made Zhang Dezhi unhappy.
Zhang Dezhi also said in a strange way: "Comrade police, I've already cooperated enough for you to come to my house to search this late at night."
"But now you start to search my house just based on your feelings, doesn't it seem inappropriate?"
"Zhang Dezhi." Hearing Zhang Dezhi's remarks, Lu Weiwei turned to look at him and explained solemnly:
"We now suspect that your lover may not have left the village at all."
"After all, you said she went back to her mother's house, but no one saw it, and no one can prove it now."
"But now, we are in your bedroom and smell a strong smell of blood."
"If you're not lying, then where did the smell of blood come from? We have to figure it out."
"Comrade police." Hearing what Lu Weiwei said, the white-haired uncle pulled Lu Weiwei aside, and asked:
"Could you be mistaken?"
"Of course I hope we made a mistake, that's the best." Lu Weiwei said.
The white-haired old man glanced at Zhang Dezhi behind him, then looked at Gu Chen who was searching everywhere, and quickly communicated with Lu Weiwei:
"Zhang Dezi, although he doesn't have a good relationship with his wife, he won't hurt her."
"Grandpa, this has to be based on evidence." I also saw the old man with white hair, obviously not wanting to make matters worse, and Lu Weiwei also reasoned with him:
"The question now is, what happened in this room?"
"Everything has traces of being moved by people." As soon as Lu Weiwei finished speaking, Gu Chen noticed the trick, stood up and came to the crowd.
"Is the item moved?" The white-haired old man was a little puzzled.
Gu Chen, on the other hand, turned on the bright flashlight he carried with him, adjusted the concentrated beam, and drew circles at the corners of some furniture: "Like these furniture, there are obviously traces of being moved."
"Also, the time should have happened not long ago."
After a pause, Gu Chen said again: "Oh, it can also be said that it should be during the period when your lover returned to her mother's house that she moved."
"Because the dust on the ground seems to have been cleaned, but if the furniture is placed in a certain place for too long, it will inevitably leave some traces that are difficult to wipe."
"It's not like you just sweep the dust off and then mop it off."
Seeing that Zhang Dezhi was a little nervous, Gu Chen came to him, looked directly at Zhang Dezhi and said:
"Mr. Zhang Dezhi, you said that only you and your lover have lived in this room, that is to say, no one else has been here."
"But I'm curious, if that's the case, why did you relocate the furniture in the room while your lover was returning to her mother's house?"
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Especially living in the second bedroom, for those who know Zhang Dezhi, this kind of behavior is indeed too abnormal.
But now, the police again smelled a bloody smell in Zhang Dezhi's master bedroom.
In addition, the police have also discovered that all kinds of furniture in the master bedroom seem to have been moved.
Everything seems to point to Zhang Dezhi.
The white-haired old man suddenly felt a little scared, he took a step back instinctively, and asked Zhang Dezhi:
"Zhang Dezi, tell uncle, where did your wife go? Did you do something cruel to your wife in this bedroom?"
After all, what Gu Chen said just now was very cryptic, and he was short of saying that you were in the room and murdered his wife so bluntly.
The old man is not stupid, he can hear Gu Chen's meaning.
Looking at Zhang Dezhi in front of him now, the white-haired old man was also afraid for a while.
But Zhang Dezhi snorted twice, and said indifferently: "Comrade policeman, I think you are overly nervous and talking nonsense."
"It's late at night, they searched my house and slandered me. You are not welcome in my house, so you should leave quickly."
"Hehe, we are investigating now, why? Are you scared?" It seemed that Zhang Dezhi was too nervous now, and Lu Weiwei also asked him with a smile.
But Zhang Dezhi didn't seem to want Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei to continue the investigation, especially when Gu Chen discovered that the master bedroom smelled of blood.
And all the furniture seemed to have traces of being moved.
Moreover, Gu Chen can also judge the time to move the furniture based on the differences in the various traces in the room, which may be around the time his wife left home.
In this way, the timelines seem to match up, which is tantamount to seeing Zhang Dezhi connected with the disappearance of his wife.
Zhang Dezhi is not stupid, he is very clear that Gu Chen is seriously doubting himself now.
Faced with Zhang Dezhi's rude words, Gu Chen didn't pay too much attention, but glanced at the white-haired old man beside him, and asked:
"Master, have you ever been to this room?"
"Uh, it seems like you've been here before?" The white-haired old man was stunned, but also thoughtful, and slowly replied.
"Then can you accurately restore the placement of the furniture in the room?" Gu Chen asked again.
"This..." The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, glanced at the situation in the room, and immediately shook his head and replied:
"No, I don't have a good memory. I remember that I came to this room once when the young couple got married. At that time, I just visited it casually."
"But you have to say, let me restore all the furniture in the room. I'm sorry, but my old man has a bad memory, so I really can't do it."
I was also afraid that if I got the wrong location, I would cause trouble for the police.
Coupled with the situation encountered by Zhang Dezhi, this further convinced the white-haired old man that he had better not go into this muddy water.
Seeing this, Lu Weiwei also said angrily: "Master, do you know who in the village usually has a good relationship with Zhang Dezhi's lover? Also, who will often come to Zhang Dezhi's house as guests? And do they often enter this bedroom?"
"Uh, there is someone." Hearing Lu Weiwei's reminder, the white-haired old man seemed to think of someone, so he quickly explained:
"Sister Hua next door, she usually has a good relationship with Zhang Dezhi's wife, and she seems to often bring snacks to his wife."
"I remember that during these days, Zhang Dezhi had a bad relationship with his wife, and his wife would always complain to Sister Hua."
"So, when Zhang Dezhi is not at home, in fact, his wife will often invite Sister Hua to her house to sit and chat."
"I reckon, Sister Hua should be the clearest."
"Sister Hua? Next door?" Hearing that this person was next door, Lu Weiwei hurriedly said:
"Master, can I trouble you? Help us find this sister Hua, okay?"
"Okay, of course." Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the white-haired old man was very nervous at the moment.
Hearing that the police were looking for Sister Hua, thinking that Sister Hua might also be able to help, the white-haired old man decisively agreed:
"Then wait for me here, I'll go find Sister Hua now."
After the words fell, the white-haired old man went downstairs and walked outside the door.
At this time, Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei also looked at each other, and then looked at Zhang Dezhi.
At this time, Zhang Dezhi didn't dare to look directly at Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei.
The room was filled with various awkward atmospheres.
Zhang Dezhi chose to stand at the door.
In order to prevent Zhang Dezhi from leaving at will, Gu Chen also chose to stand at the stairs, blocking Zhang Dezhi's way of leaving.
"I've said it all, you police are just making a fuss and looking for trouble." Seeing that the atmosphere had come to this, Zhang Dezhi could only complain to Gu Chen.
But Gu Chen said indifferently: "What is the specific situation, we will discuss it after we investigate clearly."
In such an atmosphere of extreme embarrassment for both parties, the white-haired old man, already leading a middle-aged fat woman wearing ankle boots, rushed from the first floor to the second floor along the stairs.
When he saw Gu Chen, the white-haired old man hurriedly introduced: "Comrade policeman, this is Sister Hua who lives next door."
"Usually, Sister Hua has a good relationship with Zhang Dezi's wife, and they often come to his house as guests."
"If you have any questions, just ask her directly."
"Okay, thank you, sir." First thanking the white-haired old man for his help, Gu Chen turned to look at the middle-aged fat woman beside him.
But at this moment, the middle-aged fat woman was also very nervous, and looked at Gu Chen with a bit of restraint.
"You are Sister Hua?" Gu Chen asked her.
"Yes, everyone calls me that." Sister Hua said.
"Did Zhang Dezhi's lover tell you about her going back to her natal family?" Gu Chen asked again.
"No." Sister Hua shook her head, "I've never heard of it."
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