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Chapter 136 It doesn¡¯t look like blood

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    "But if you look at her, her facial muscles are distorted, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are wide. She obviously has an expression of excessive fright."

    Then, she took out a cotton swab from the investigation box, reached out and poked the deceased's mouth and nose several times.

    Looking at the specks of black ash on the cotton swab, Meng Yao stood up, "The person was still alive when the fire broke out, so he inhaled some thick smoke in his mouth and nose."

    Zhang Dongxu was still thinking about the fact that the deceased was frightened, "Then do you think the deceased was frightened like this because he saw the fire?"

    "According to common sense, it is indeed possible."

    Meng Yao turned around and looked in the direction of the living room, "But look at the deceased. She was facing in and her back was facing out. You couldn't see the fire scene at all."

    "You have to know that in a situation like hers, the moment all her optic nerves were stabbed, they would subconsciously focus on the injured point to feel the pain."

    "Even if she knew there was a fire at home at the time, her consciousness was not clear enough to think about whether she was afraid."

    "Unless~"

    Meng Yao stared at the deceased for a while, and then spoke again with Zhang Dongxu's face full of questions.

    "Unless she saw something incredible, this incident directly caused her to forget about the physical pain."

    Zhang Dongxu nodded, "It's possible. Could it be that she saw the murderer?"

    Meng Yao rolled her eyes at him, "Although the living room is very messy, if you look carefully you can still find food and dishes in the corner."

    ¡°And she was cooking in the kitchen at the time. It cannot be ruled out that the murderer was eating at her home at that time.¡±

    So, the implication is that the deceased¡¯s family knew the murderer and were very familiar with him.

    Then she thought of something, and Meng Yao knelt down and raised the deceased's hands to look at them. On the tiles under one of her hands, she found two brown marks.

    Turning to look at Zhang Dongxu, "Take a photo of this."

    After taking the photo, Meng Yao stood up again and looked at the entire kitchen. Finally, he took a step to the left and thoughtfully stretched out his hand to push the door further out.

    When the door was fully closed, she stopped and stared at some stains on the glass door.

    This time, before Meng Yao could say anything, Zhang Dongxu discovered the problem.

    "What are these dots on this door? They don't look like blood!"

    Meng Yao knelt down and took a look, "Of course it's not blood. When the bottle of seasoning fell down, the pestle bounced off the ground and splashed on the door. This is the mark left after it dried."

    Zhang Dongxu, "Splashed on it?"

    He was slightly startled, "Does that mean that when the murderer was killing Zhang Hongyan, the kitchen door was actually ajar?"

    "That means that the door may have been pushed open by the deceased. Will there be the murderer's fingerprints on it?"

    He looked at Meng Yao and suddenly asked innocently.

    Meng Yao raised his eyebrows, "It's really hard to say. We can find someone to collect fingerprints and take them back to compare."

    "Come on!" Zhang Dongxu was overjoyed and let the person waiting outside the door come in, and then asked him to take fingerprints in the entire kitchen.

    Carrying the box, Meng Yao walked towards the last crime scene with heavy steps.

    The bedroom door is also wide open. Standing at the door, the furnishings inside are clearly visible.

    Next to the door is a finished wardrobe, and a double bed is placed in the middle of the bedroom. Two quilts of different colors are spread messily on the bed, and some clothes and textbooks are scattered on the quilt.

    On the wall opposite the door is a small bay window, which is also piled with some clothes and books.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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