Mystery Hunter: Chapter 155 public outcry

Once a thing can be discussed with probability, it means that this thing is uncertain. And an uncertain thing, even if the accuracy rate is as high as 99.9%, that 0.1% may happen.

Jiang He always believed that what he used was statistics and science. But what happens in this society can't be explained by science. Jiang He's so-called science, if viewed from another angle, isn't it a kind of metaphysics?

Jiang He didn't know how to answer, and his imagination was not so active. He couldn't imagine what he would do if one day.

Yuan Jun looked at Xu Yiman, but Xu Yiman was still furious. Yuan Jun didn't get along with them for a long time. He understood Xu Yiman's mood, but he didn't understand why Xu Yiman was so angry. No one knows how important life is in Xu Yiman's eyes. It is something that cannot be compared with all the beauty in the world.

Shao Lao coughed softly and said, "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this, let's talk about Jiang He, how can you be sure that he committed suicide?"

Jiang He glanced at Xu Yiman and found that Xu Yiman turned his head and didn't look at him at the moment.

He didn't know what he had done wrong or why Xu Yiman was angry, he patted the backpack he was carrying behind him and said, "I found both the backpack and paraquat on it, the backpack and the video. Deng Xiangyu is wearing exactly the same, so it can be confirmed that it is Deng Xiangyu's backpack."

"And." Jiang He took out his mobile phone, recalled the photos he had just taken, and said, "Before I went up, there was only one person's footprints on the platform. I remember the shoes that Deng Xiangyu was wearing. That's right. Even if someone can pretend to be Deng Xiangyu, carry his schoolbag and wear his shoes, I have a piece of evidence that no one else can forge."

"What?" Elder Shao looked at Jiang He's phone.

Jiang He showed Mr. Shao the photos of the iron sheets.

As Jiang He flipped over, he said to Mr. Shao: "These photos were taken when I was crouching on the edge of the platform, and the next few were taken when I fell. The quick iron was covered with blood, but due to too much High, and the color of blood coagulates is similar to that of rust, so if you don't look carefully, it's easy to ignore this clue."

Shao Lao looked, and sure enough, the rusted iron sheet was covered with speckled blood that had coagulated.

Soon, Shao Lao understood what happened in the early morning.

"After coming out of the hotel on Huanghua Street, Deng Xiangyu slowly walked to No. 4 Middle School. He had a bottle of paraquat in his backpack. In fact, he wanted to commit suicide a long time ago, but he never made up his mind. When he left When he got to South Bay Street, he saw the water tower, and he made up his mind at this moment."

Shao Lao looked up at the mottled water tower. It has existed here for decades, and perhaps it will continue to exist for decades. But Deng Xiangyu, who once stood on the water tower, no longer exists.

"But the question is why?" Xu Yiman lost most of his anger and said, "Why would you just want to commit suicide here, although suicide can explain why paraquat didn't spill out, but it can't explain why it is in this place, and he How did his arm get chopped off?"

"Iron sheet." Jiang He interjected, "His arm was cut off by the iron sheet that was turned over by the slash. After drinking the paraquat, his throat burned unbearably, and he could not stand under his feet. It fell. In the process of falling, his arm just cut into the iron."

Xu Yiman snorted coldly.

Jiang He didn't care, he continued, "Under the action of gravity, the iron piece turned into a sharp butcher's knife, and it cut off his arm diagonally. But also because the iron piece served as a buffer, Deng Xiangyu fell to the ground. There were no serious fall injuries."

"Remember those bruises we saw on Deng Xiangyu's back. They were left during his lifetime, that is, they were caused when he fell. In this way, the three bruises you mentioned can all be explained." very excited.

Yuan Jun interjected: "It seems that I was right. Deng Xiangyu drank paraquat is not counted. He is afraid that he will not die. Standing on such a high place, it is either poisoning to death or falling to death."

Shao Lao sighed and said: "Many times people are like this, they are afraid of what they do. When they are alive, they are afraid that they will not survive, and when they die, they are afraid that they will not be able to die cleanly. I saw this mottled water tower, and I saw the years wiped away. Traces, no one will notice if such a big thing is placed here, maybe if I die, no one will care."

"Why do people live?" Shao Lao murmured to himself as he walked into the courtyard.

Looking at Shao Lao's back, Xu Yiman suddenly wanted to cry. Xu Yiman didn't know what kind of past Shao Lao had, but Xu Yiman knew that Shao Lao was never married, had no girlfriend, and was alone all his life.

Sometimes Xu Yiman thinks it's good to be alone, but more often, Xu Yiman feels lonely, a kind of loneliness that arises spontaneously and seems to be able to swallow people.

Shao Lao had knocked on the door of the family at this time, and it was a man who opened the door.

"Old man, what's the matter?" the man asked.

Shao Lao looked at this man. The man was in his thirties. His hair was meticulously combed. Although it was summer, he was very particular about his clothes. His long clothes and trousers were neat and tidy. Exactly the same.

"You are a language teacher in a private elementary school, isn't Mr. Wei?" Shao Lao said.

"That's right." The man nodded and asked, "Why..."

Shao Lao didn't continue to chat at this time, but straight to the point: "So have you met this person?"

After that, Shao veteran Deng Xiangyu's photo was shown to Mr. Wei.

Mr. Wei glanced at it and hurriedly said, "No, I don't know."

Mr. Shao smiled, pushed away Mr. Wei directly, and walked into the yard. Mr. Wei wanted to stop him, but when he saw a few people behind Mr. Shao, he thought that he was not a match for them, so he didn't stop him, just verbally protested.

"I said!" Teacher Wei said, "What the **** are you doing, how can you just come into someone else's house?"

Shao Lao continued to walk forward, and he said as he walked: "If a person wants to tell others that he does not know a certain person, he needs to carefully observe the photos to compare with the candidates in his memory. But you can only Just one glance and you can tell that you have never seen it before, which just shows that you know this person, and you will never forget this person."

Teacher Wei did not speak.

Shao Lao looked at the furnishings in the yard, and he opened up a small plot to grow some seasonal vegetables.

"It seems that you only teach classes, not the head teacher. In fact, I am similar to you. People who have free time always have some leisurely feelings, such as various dishes, such as writing and writing."

Shao Lao went straight to the second floor: "So the first floor is used for meeting guests and cooking, and the second floor is used for self-cultivation, writing and reading. But as a scholar, if you don't even have the character of a scholar, Then the reader does not do it."

Pushing open the door on the second floor, Mr. Shao walked straight in, and he went straight to the study.

"What are you talking about..." Teacher Wei asked.

Mr. Shao picked up a few pieces of letter paper, and there were a few words written by Mr. Wei on it.

"A son died in a dry well, and the dry well in the southern bay of the city, come quickly." Shao Lao said again: "I have read these words, and I have also read that note. A seven- or eight-year-old child, I am afraid that Are you a student? Mr. Wei? We are the police, do you tell it yourself, or let us tell it for you?"

Hearing Lao Shao's words, Teacher Wei knew that he couldn't argue, and he said, "I really didn't kill people, and I don't know what happened..."

Then, Mr. Shao heard Mr. Wei's story.

It was one morning, about seven o'clock. It was the first day of school, and Mr. Wei was packing books in the water room, ready to go to class. But when Teacher Wei opened the door on the second floor, he was frightened by the sight in front of him. He saw a teenager lying in his yard.

It was a boy with one arm missing, and there was not much blood in the yard, but it still formed a mass under the boy.

Mr. Wei looked around, but there was no movement, and even the gate of his house was locked from the inside, so how did this young man come here? Teacher Wei hurried downstairs. He saw that the boy was motionless, and he was afraid that he was already dead. He used **** to talk about the young man's breath, without the slightest breath.

In an instant, Mr. Wei felt that his sky was falling, and a boy who lost an arm died inexplicably in his home. If he called the police, he would be unable to wash himself if he jumped into the Yellow River. It was still early, so there might still be a chance to get rid of the corpse immediately.

Thinking of this, Teacher Wei immediately put the boy's body in the trunk of his car, then drove to the dry well and threw the body into the dry well. After that, he went home to wash off the blood on the ground with water and hurried to the school.

Mr. Wei always felt that this was not the way to go. He decided to call the police, but he didn't want to set himself on fire. After thinking about it all morning, Mr. Wei came up with a good solution that he thought was good. He could let his students post the notes. At the gate of the Public Security Bureau, this is the scene in the video.

"But I really didn't kill people." Teacher Wei said, "I really don't know where the boy came into my yard, and I didn't hear any sound. Anyway, as soon as I pushed the door, he was in the yard. Li, this, this really made me not know what to do, so I decided to do this."

"You really didn't kill people." Shao Lao said: "Everything is explained."

"Now, as long as the source of paraquat is determined, the case can be closed," said Mr. Shao.

At this moment, Shao Lao's cell phone rang again.

"Look at the news, now the gate of the Public Security Bureau is almost being stepped on by reporters."