Chapter 8, Review of the Site

I nodded and walked over, carefully examining the armchair. There were no traces left behind. The small table also showed no signs. At this moment, Fifth Meijun and Xu Tingting began searching the room separately. This was also their task for the day, to conduct a re-examination of the crime scene. I had looked over the chair and the small table, and then wandered around the living room. Suddenly, I noticed a mark on the wall facing the chair where something had been affixed. I walked over to take a closer look. This was also their task for the day, to conduct a re-examination of the crime scene. I had looked over the chair and the small table, and then wandered around the living room. Suddenly, I noticed a mark on the wall facing the chair where something had been affixed. It appeared to be a photograph or a painting, square in shape. Judging by the contrast in colors, this item must have been removed not long ago, certainly no more than three days. I looked down and noticed a few specks of incense ash on the floor beneath the mark. There were only a few, and they were difficult to spot unless one was paying close attention. Why would there be incense ash? I looked down again and saw the few specks of incense ash on the floor beneath the mark. There were only a few, and they were difficult to spot unless one was paying close attention. Why would there be incense ash? Could it be that there was originally a deity image hanging here?

Brother Wang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Actually, he and I don’t talk much. The children here all call him Huang the Mute. Because none of them have ever heard this kid speak."

I turned around and saw another girl standing next to Da Meng. She had short hair, was wearing a red T-shirt and jeans, and had big eyes, struggling to hold back her laughter as she looked at me. I glanced at the girl, referred to as Mei Jun, whose face was flushed. I smiled and said, "I really did not impersonate a police officer"

I watched as the talkative taxi driver, Brother Wang, took out a notebook and a pen. He began to jot down some key points. Seeing me listening attentively, Brother Wang became even more animated in his speech. He picked up his teacup and took a big sip of water before continuing: "Dahuang makes a living by doing odd jobs. He comes back at night and stays locked up at home. Generally, he doesn't cook; he just buys some food on the street to get by. Sometimes, I make something delicious at home and send it over to him."

The girl looked me up and down and said: "Are you a police officer? Where is your identification?"

I hurriedly changed the gift: "I am unworthy, I am unworthy."

I turned around and saw a girl in a green T-shirt and jeans standing behind me. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, giving her a spirited appearance. I smiled and shook my head, saying, "I haven't done anything, just chatting."

I nodded and continued to ask, "So he opened the door late, didn't you ask him about it?"

The girl took out her identification from the pocket of her jeans and said: "I am a police officer, this is my identification. I find you suspicious, I ... ... "

He pointed to the girl with short hair and said: "This is Xu Tingting. They are all our junior students."

He pointed at me and said: "This person is also your senior, but he is no longer a police officer; he is now a detective. He is Lu Long, who is quite famous in our school."

I nodded and asked, "Are there any similar situations?"

I nodded and looked around the room. It was a small two-bedroom apartment, with a modest living room. There was no sofa in the living room, only two antique armchairs and a small table in between. Da Meng pointed to the armchair and said: "The deceased is in the chair on the left. The head is placed on the small table."

Brother Wang quickly said, "Yes, he never said he was a police officer"

I furrowed my brows and nodded. Brother Wang said, "I heard this person died a terrible death, his skin was even peeled off. What kind of grudge could he have with the library? I really don't know what this guy did to offend someone."

Da Meng nodded and waved his hand gracefully: "Let's go. We will go in and take a look"

I laughed: "Is this also under your jurisdiction?"

I interjected and asked, "Has he had any particularly unusual behavior lately"

I turned my back to them and said, "Can I turn around?"

Brother Wang shook his head: "There is nothing more."

Da Meng pushed me and said, "Stop playing. Let me introduce you."

Two girls bowed to me together and said: "Hello, senior!"

Da Meng nodded happily: "I knew you would make some discoveries. I will send them away shortly and come to talk to you. Have you driven here?"

The sixth floor of Unit 9, Building 15 in the Qunfangyuan Community is the scene of the beheading of Sun Ximing. We crossed Qing Shui Hutong and arrived at the Qunfangyuan Community. Building 15 faces Qing Shui Hutong directly. We went upstairs and opened the door to Sun Ximing's home. A strong smell of blood assaulted us.

Da Meng nodded: "Although the outside is relatively clean, it seems that the blood has all flowed into the sewer. The sewer downstairs is clogged again, and the smell of blood has come back up."

The two individuals nodded slightly and went their separate ways. Da Meng walked up to me and quietly asked, "How is it?"

Brother Wang thought for a moment and said: "It's nothing much, it's just that during this period, I have been going to his house to bring him food, and every time I knock on the door, I have to knock for a long time. When the door is finally opened, there is a strange smell coming from inside the house."

Da Meng snatched the handcuffs from her hand and said: "What on earth is going on? This is also your senior. We are classmates. It is hetushucom.com. I asked him to come over."

I shook my head: "It's alright, it's alright. I know you have been under a lot of pressure lately. You have only recently graduated, and this is your first time dealing with such a case. It's normal to feel a bit nervous. Let's go in."

I nodded slightly and said, "I have noticed something; let's discuss it when I get there."

Pointing at the girl who was about to catch me, she said: "This one is called Wu Mei Jun."

As I walked into the courtyard, I surveyed the surroundings. This is a large communal yard, home to at least four to five families. Each family has many items displayed in the yard, leaving very little space for movement. In the center of the yard stands a water faucet. The weather has begun to warm up, and every family's windows are open. In the yard, there are elderly individuals sitting idly, silently watching us.

At that moment, a crisp voice sounded behind me: "What are you doing?"

I nodded. Da Meng smiled and said, "That's even better."

I frowned slightly, and the two girls gently covered their mouths and noses. I whispered to Da Meng, "The smell of blood here is quite strong"

Mei Jun V said to me: "Senior Lu Long, I truly apologize for what just happened. I ... ... "

Brother Wang stood up and said, "You are all police officers, don't you recognize me?"

I protested loudly, saying: "No way, this has gone too far. Is this how people get arrested?"

I was thinking when Meijun Wu walked over to Dazhong and said, "Senior, I did not find anything in the bedroom"

Da Meng shouted: "Stop playing. Turn around quickly."

As soon as the girl saw Da Meng, she quickly said: "Hurry, Senior Brother. This guy must be related to the case here. He is even provoking the police"

Da Meng nodded and looked at me. I nodded in return. Da Meng said to the two individuals: "You should check the kitchen and the bathroom again"

This Brother Wang is convinced that I am from the Public Security Bureau. He said: "You have asked the right person. Speaking of this Da Huang, sigh! It is Huang Xiaobin. In this courtyard, only he and I have some interaction. This person! He is too reclusive and doesn’t talk to anyone. One day he returned home and just locked himself in the room, not going anywhere. I heard that he had been in prison before. But that education is already complete; as long as he has reformed, that should be enough. Why must he always struggle with himself..." I heard that he had been in prison before. But that education is already complete; as long as he has reformed, that should be enough. Why must he always struggle with himself...

I furrowed my brow and suddenly recalled that my grandfather's survey report also mentioned a strange smell. I quickly asked, "What kind of smell is that?"

I said with a smile: "No way. I was just chatting with him. You can ask the elder brother, when did I say I was a police officer?"

At that moment, Da Meng's voice rang out: "Mei Jun! What are you doing?"

The woman with almond-shaped eyes shouted at me: "Stand straight, no nonsense." As she spoke, she unexpectedly pulled out handcuffs

Da Meng nodded. Xu Tingting also came over and said: "No findings in the guest rooms either"

I reached out and gently touched the yellow paper, wanting to feel if something had happened. However, a certain sensation suddenly pierced my heart. I shivered and withdrew my hand. Da Meng walked over to me, looking at the object that resembled a Buddhist shrine, and said, "I didn't expect this person to believe in Buddhism. But I checked, and there is nothing inside." I glanced at Da Meng and said nothing. My investigation ended there, as the scene was simply too small. Da Meng walked over to me again, looking at the object that resembled a Buddhist shrine, and reiterated, "I didn't expect this person to believe in Buddhism. But I checked, and there is nothing inside." I looked at Da Meng and said nothing. My investigation concluded like this, as the scene was indeed too small. However, I did gain some insights that might be helpful. We exited Huang Xiaobin's home. Da Meng said, "We are now heading to the site of the beheading; are you coming?" I nodded, as this was certainly not something to miss.

Fifth Meijun opened the door to Huang Xiaobin's house. It was a room in the west wing. The room was not very large. It had already been tidied up, but there was still a faint smell of blood. Two girls reached the doorway but did not step inside. Their expressions were somewhat conflicted. I knew they must have recalled the events of that day. Da Meng and I exchanged a smile and walked in. The room was small, and the furnishings were even simpler. Everything was in plain view. I glanced at the window. I knew they must have recalled the events of that day. Da Meng and I exchanged a smile and walked in. The room was small, and the furnishings were even simpler. Everything was in plain view. I glanced at the window again and sniffed, but apart from the slight smell of blood, there was nothing else.

The girl frowned slightly and asked, "What are we talking about?"

I shook my head: "I never said I was a police officer"

Brother Wang thought for a moment and shook his head: "I can't describe it. That smell is very strange. I can't say it's pleasant, nor can I say it's unpleasant. It's just very strange. If you want me to explain, I really can't put it into words."

The girl frowned and said: "Are you trying to provoke the police? Stand up and stand against the wall properly"

Brother Wang on one side was also puzzled about our relationship, his mouth agape as he looked at us. I smiled at Brother Wang and walked into the courtyard

I glanced around and suddenly noticed that a section of the wall on the north side had been excavated, resembling a niche for a Buddha statue. However, there was nothing inside. As I approached, I found it only lined with yellow paper, with no offerings present, but there were some traces of incense ash on the yellow paper. On the paper, two red characters were written, facing me upside down. Upon closer inspection, I recognized that one character was "罪" (sin) and the other was "罚" (punishment). The two red characters were written on the yellow paper, facing me upside down. Upon closer inspection, I recognized that one character was "罪" (sin) and the other was "罚" (punishment)

Brother Wang was taken aback: "Ah! You are not a police officer. But why do I feel..."