Chapter 189 (2/2)

After asking for the contact information of the security guard, Chu Lingfeng left, but they didn't go far. Instead, they opened two rooms in the hotel to rest.

When it was getting dark, about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, four people came to the 15th floor of the building again, but unexpectedly found the body of a man.

Chu Lingfeng observed for a while, turned to three people and said: ”it is preliminarily estimated that the cause of death is drowning. There are signs of subcutaneous hemorrhage in the hindbrain, which should have been drowned by being pressed in the washing basin. Because the subcutaneous bleeding is very obvious, so I think the killer is a strong adult male, but yesterday's security guard has nothing to do, why today's man died. ”

Only then did they find that there were traces of water and a small amount of cement on the ground. Although they were very messy, they could see two kinds of shoe prints, one large and one small. The big one should belong to the dead, while the small one should belong to the ”cement Banshee” according to the shoe size and pattern. The grid of the air-conditioning outlet on the ceiling fell to the ground, which was obviously the cement Banshee again.

Just when a few people wanted to see the situation again, they found that the darkroom door on one side was actually open, and there were no photos and films in it.

Since the door of the darkroom was open, he should have come to redevelop the photos. However, now there are not only no photos in the darkroom, not even a negative. It is obvious that the murderer has taken them away. But what does the legendary cement Banshee want to do with negatives?

But just at this time, there was a loud noise in the daily. The four of them looked at each other and didn't care about the strange dark room.

When the four arrived, the body of a middle-aged man was lying beside his desk. There were three chairs beside the body, two of them standing side by side, and the other one lying upside down. A lot of cement slurry was scattered on the chair, the dead and the surrounding ground. There is an air conditioner air outlet right above the chair, and the grid has been removed and dropped beside the chair. The top of the desk is a little messy, one of the drawers is not completely closed, and the key is still in the keyhole. The computer on the desktop is still on, but it has entered the screen saver state.

The neck of the corpse was covered with a red wire about the thickness of chopsticks and stained with cement. It was deeply immersed in the skin, and the skin in contact with the wire was dark purple. The dead man's eyes were protruding, his tongue was outstretched, his face was blue, and he looked like he could not die. It was very frightening. We can know that the victim was strangled by wires only by the signs at the scene, but there was no obvious sign of fighting at the scene.

It's impossible for a man with a strangled neck not to struggle unless he's hoisted, but there's no hook on the ceiling to lift him. If you want to hang someone, I'm afraid you can only use the vent, plus the cement everywhere, the biggest suspect is of course the cement Banshee.

Fortunately, this time there was a witness, pan Zhongxiang, the editor in chief of the daily. His hand shaking with a cigarette was so severe that he looked at several people with lingering fear, and then he was relieved.

Chu Lingfeng didn't hesitate. He went to editor pan and said, ”editor pan, can you tell us everything you know?”

Editor in chief pan nodded his head, lit a cigarette again, took a fierce breath, and then told Chu Lingfeng four of the story with a trill.