MTL - One New Rule Per Month Globally-Chapter 155 "The scene was so clean, it was as if it was deliberately clean.

  Chapter 155 "The scene is too clean, so clean that it looks like it was deliberately arranged."

  Consumptive Rabbit didn't think too much, but chose to enter the map again!

   This map pass had a total of 5 uses when it fell into Yige's hands. Yige used it once, he used it once, and now there are 3 chances left!

   After re-entering the map, the familiar picture is still in sight.

  In a somewhat cramped bedroom, there is a computer on the computer desk, and a browser page is displayed on the computer screen, as if searching for something.

  The ashtray on the computer desk was already full, and even a few cigarette butts had overflowed.

  The consumptive rabbit glanced around, stuck his nails into his mouth and gnawed in a trance, his eyes were a little frightened and hurriedly held the mouse and kept flipping through the browser pages on the display.

  He didn't clean up the blood as soon as he landed like last time.

   Instead, based on the information in the computer diary, I learned that the identity I played had the habit of biting my nails when I was nervous, and tried to improve my performance score as much as possible.

  Put yourself in the shoes and think about what your identity would do in such a situation.

  After doing all this.

  The consumptive rabbit rushed to the living room and looked at the female corpse lying in a pool of blood in the living room. He didn't clean up the blood and start dismembering the body as he did last time.

   Instead, he glanced up at the wall clock in the living room, and quickly started a series of actions!

  First of all, the traces of fighting in the house need to be dealt with briefly, not all of them need to be dealt with, only a little manipulation is needed.

  Since the thinking has been changed, things have become much simpler.

  Blood does not need to be processed, and neither does the corpse.

  Then the consumptive rabbit looked down at the blood-stained dagger on the coffee table. This was the dagger used by the original owner to kill his wife in the identity he assumed. It was stained with a lot of the hostess' blood and the original owner's fingerprints.

  The last time he entered the map, he cleaned the blood and fingerprints off the dagger.

   But this time he didn't do anything.

   Instead, he held the dagger with his backhand, took a deep breath, and aimed at his abdomen and stabbed him three or four times in a row!

  He was too familiar with the wounds on the corpses. There was a big difference between a wound stabbed by a person himself and a wound stabbed by someone else, which could be observed with the naked eye.

   And because he knows so much about wounds, he can easily make the wound on his stomach look like someone stabbed him.

   And through the strength of the strike, the height, strength and weight of the murderer can be roughly fabricated.

  After doing all this, the corner of his mouth was slightly hurt and twitched, and then he leaned on the sofa, lying on the ground half dead.

   And the next second—

   "Police, open the door!"

  The door of the room was suddenly knocked open, and a large number of police officers in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands, and rushed in with serious faces. As soon as they entered the door, they saw such a **** scene in front of them.

   Suddenly his complexion changed drastically.

   "Murder, two dead."

"etc!"

   "One of them seems to be alive, apply for an ambulance!"

   More than twenty hours have passed.

   Tutu slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the uniformed police officers standing in front of his hospital bed in a daze, full of incomprehension.

  He woke up a long time ago, to be precise, he should not be in a coma.

  Although the abdominal injury was not small, he always had the feeling that this injury was not worth mentioning, as if he had suffered a more serious injury before, but he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries in his memory.

  Maybe because of the hard nature, the pain tolerance of this kind of injury is very high.

  But he still pretended to be unconscious and lay on the hospital bed for a long time, letting those crappy doctors sew on his stomach with needles and threads. Since the dressing was finished, these police officers have been guarding in front of his hospital bed.

  He originally planned to stay until these police officers retreated, and then let the flow take its course to clear the suspicion and leave the map smoothly, but now it seems that if he doesn't wake up, these people intend to stand here forever.

"well."

  The tuberculosis rabbit sighed helplessly, then looked at the police officers in front of the bed with pale lips and said in a trembling voice, "How is she? Is she awake?"

  “.”

   A middle-aged man headed by standing in front of the consumptive rabbit's bed, remained expressionless for a long time before staring straight into the consumptive rabbit's eyes and saying every word.

   "Unfortunately, your wife died at the scene of the crime, and the rescue failed."

   "There was no trace of a third person found at the scene, only traces of you and your wife in the entire room."

   "There are no signs of strong damage to the security doors, and no traces of steel cables on the windows."

   "There are only Ni's fingerprints on the dagger."

   "Before the incident, someone heard you and your wife quarrel violently. In your computer, we also found your diary."

"In your diary, you said that you failed to start a business, and after the failure of your business, your wife's attitude towards you plummeted. We have sufficient reasons to suspect that you killed yourself after a violent quarrel because of your wife's dissatisfaction with your attitude. wife."

   "You have sufficient criminal motives, and the criminal clues at the scene all point to you."

"How can it be!!"

  The consumptive rabbit's eyes were full of disbelief, and he stuffed his fingernails into his mouth. His whole body was shrouded in grief and unacceptable, and his body shivered in a ball.

  Looks like he's caught in the utter grief of his wife's death.

   He didn't refute the police officer's accusation in front of him, but fell into the endless grief after his wife's death.

   After a long time.

  The consumptive rabbit in a better state of mind looked up at the police officer in front of the hospital bed: "Did you catch him?"

"who?"

   "Murderer."

   "According to the current clues, all the fingers are pointed at you, and you are the biggest suspect."

"roll!"

  Consumptive Rabbit raised his upper body in anger and regardless of his own injuries, and threw the pillow on the hospital bed at the police officer in front of the bed: "A bunch of idiots!!"

After one hour.

  The middle-aged police officer standing outside the ward leaned against the wall, frowning and meditating, before speaking hoarsely after a while.

   "I believe what he says."

   "The scene is so clean, it's so clean that it looks like it was deliberately arranged."

   "Let's make a hypothesis."

  He turned his head to look at the young trainee police officer beside him: "If you killed your wife when you failed in your business and broke down, how would you deal with it?"

"me?"

The trainee police officer who was following behind the middle-aged police officer hesitated and said hesitantly: "I'm not married yet, so I don't quite understand this emotional breakdown, but if it were me, I might wipe off the fingerprints on the murder weapon first. "

   "Exactly."

  The middle-aged police officer nodded expressionlessly: "This step is very important. Almost most people will subconsciously make some stealth actions whether they have an emotional breakdown or accidentally kill the person next to them."

   "For example, remove fingerprints, destroy traces of crimes, or destroy corpses and traces, etc."

   "This is a subconscious feedback from the human self-preservation system."

"Even most of the criminals who surrendered themselves after the crime did so before they surrendered. There are many reasons why they surrendered. Some of them could not bear the moral condemnation in their hearts, they were tired of the escape journey, and they wanted to sleep soundly. feel."

   "But no matter what the situation is, these criminals will subconsciously make some changes to the crime scene before turning themselves in, so as to conceal the fact that they are a murderer."

   “But the crime scene in our case was too perfect.”

   "The suspect's fingerprints on the murder weapon, the suspect's footprints at the scene of the crime, the suspect's motives in the computer diary, the off-site witnesses who heard the quarrel, and found the deceased and the suspect when they arrived at the scene, etc."

   "The whole process looks like someone hand-fed us the credit for a murder case."

   "If I didn't know that my father was not the head of the bureau, I would have suspected that this was the scene of the crime deliberately created by my father so that I could give credit to me."

   "The entire crime scene coincides almost perfectly with the crime scene cases we learned in the police academy."

"Forehead"

  The young police officer standing next to the wall touched his nose in embarrassment, but his eyelids drooped, and he began to feel suspicious.

  It's really weird to say that.

   Could it be that his director's father gave him full credit in order to get him promoted quickly?

  Is this feeding behavior a little too rough?

   Please order poison next time, that thing will be more credited.

   "What do you mean, Captain?"

   "My point is very simple."

  The middle-aged police officer lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth with eyes full of vicissitudes, and said hoarsely: "Medical students understand a truth, that is, in reality, it is almost impossible to see cases that are exactly the same as in teaching."

  “The cases in teaching are just perfect cases, but there are many variables in reality.”

   "Once there are identical perfect cases, 90% of them can be buried directly."

   "We should also understand a truth. In reality, it is almost impossible to have a perfect case that is consistent with the textbook. There should also be various variables. If you encounter it, you must be suspicious."

   "According to the information we obtained during the interrogation, I have an inference that the suspect is someone else. This person broke into the room and murdered, then destroyed the scene of the crime and fled here."

"Forehead"

The young police officer leaned against the wall and fell into deep thought without speaking. He was a little uncomfortable with the captain's investigation. After the captain's reminder, he suspected that this thing might really be the work of his father. Come on, the fun will be great.

  He coughed lightly and spoke tentatively.

   "The captain, so far, except for the suspect's oral statement, all the other targets are pointed at the suspect. In fact, he can be convicted. The murder case is not small."

   "Captain, you are mainly in charge of handling this case, and you are the one who takes most of the credit."

   "Isn't it a bit of effort to add extra problems?"

  His meaning is very simple, regardless of whether the man is the real murderer or not, since the evidence points to him, he should be convicted of murder, at least they got the credit.

   "Do you know what you're talking about?"

  The middle-aged man glanced coldly at the young policeman next to him: "Remember the declaration you made before you joined the job. Our goal is to find out the truth and avenge the people, rather than arbitrarily determining false or wrong cases."

  (end of this chapter)