Chapter 3 Hanging Corpse

Most of the hotels near Guishan use Guishan Hot Spring as their signature to attract business, and Qin Zhong and others entered a suite with two baths, and the time of hot spring water supply is written on the wall next to each bath.

" boss, it seems that the hot spring here is really good. Why don't we wash one?" Guo Dafu likes to try something new, but he still wants to test what Qin Zhong means.

Qin Zhong waved his hand and said, "I'm tired today. You'd better go by yourself. I'll have a rest."

After a day in the car, fatigue was inevitable, but the old man sat by the window fiddling with his mobile phone, as if he were looking at something very mysterious.

Guo Dafu seemed to be in no mood. He looked at the water supply time of the hot spring, customized the time with his mobile phone, and fell down to ** to rest.

Qin Zhong fell asleep and always thought about the series of things about Ghost Mountain that he had seen before coming.

The clock was fixed at midnight, and the old man's mobile phone text message sounded. After he got up and read a text message, he sat ** as if he was thinking about something.

Guo Dafu's hand jumped on his mobile phone, waiting for his mobile phone alarm to ring.

Qin Zhong has been sleeping soundly for a while, and this kind of deep sleep has not come to Qin Zhong's dream for a long time.

"Dead!" A sharp cry shattered the silence of the whole hotel for a moment.

Guo Dafu was quietly waiting for the hot spring water supply at midnight, but this scream disturbed Guo Dafu's expectation that time would come. He secretly scolded the man who shouted in his heart, but he also forgot to go out of the window in surprise.

At the main entrance of the hotel, all the headlights have turned on, and many onlookers have gathered at the main entrance. Although it is late at night, it is inevitable that such a place that relies on hot springs will inevitably attract many inexplicable tourists.

"Call the police!"

"Don't mess around the scene."

Qin Zhong's so-called deep sleep was also awakened in a beautiful dream: "Dafu, look what's going on?"

" boss, there are dead people outside, and there are many people down there!"

"Oh? Damn, he is really right. Did he encounter such a thing as soon as he came here? Qin Zhong complained, got up, moved his neck, put on his clothes and prepared to go out.

Guo Dafu looked at the time and reluctantly followed Qin Zhong downstairs. The old man followed Qin Zhong closely and approached Qin Zhong's ear and whispered, "I just received a text message saying that there was going to be a death here. I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"SMS? I didn't expect Uncle Ghost to have such a text message. I don't know the source of Uncle Ghost's text message?

The old ghost smiled faintly: "Confidential!"

Qin Zhong curled his lips and didn't ask more questions. He arrived at the first floor.

The lobby on the first floor of this hotel can accommodate nearly 100 people, but when Qin Zhong went downstairs, it was full of people from the hall to the door, but everyone looked at the top of the hotel lobby.

"Damn it, who is this? He is so talented." In a quiet environment full of nervousness and fear, only Guo Dafu can say such words unintentionally.

On the round roof of the lobby of the hotel, a woman wore a beige pajamas and fell on the roof. The extremely tense neck muscles that strangled her neck pushed the woman's long tongue out of her mouth and exposed it to the air. From time to time, the woman was underground on the roof. The saliva left by the population.

Qin Zhong frowned. He saw the woman hanging from the roof three or four meters above the ground. He began to doubt how the woman went up and the cause of her death.

"Uncle Ghost!" Qin Zhong called Uncle Ghost, muttered a few words in his ear, and then the two scattered to both sides and began to look for some clues.

Guo Dafu stayed in place. Many people's eyes turned to him and felt that this person seemed to be a little different. Generally speaking, people who were killed like this should be struggling, but this person looked full of smiles. Although there was a little pain, it can be seen that he was not all over his body. There is a nervous look. In this way, this woman committed suicide. There is no need to analyze the reason for the suicide, but how he hung himself to the roof.

The old ghost searched around the crowd and soon found a piece of hemp rope, which was tied with a pin made of fine steel of about 10 centimeters. What Qin Zhong saw was a horse gourd lid weighing 300 catties, with a thick hemp rope tied to the lid, and the hemp rope reached the woman's neck. On the neck.

"Xiao Zhong, look at this thing."

Qin Zhong looked back at the wooden stair railing between the first and second floors above the manhole cover, because the guardrail had been cut off by saw blades at the vertical angle when the manhole cover hit the floor, and the vertical hole inserted in the guardrail before seemed to have been enlarged.

"Uncle Ghost, I should know the process of this woman's death. She should have committed suicide, but I can't figure out where the comfort on her face comes from."

The old ghost looked up, and he also shook his head to show that it was not very clear.

Qin Zhong muttered in a low voice, "When the police come, please go around and let us participate in their investigation, and then you will know what's going on."

"Cut, Xiao Zhong, I still appreciate your family's ability to collect historical ghost things. I think we should go back to bed honestly and have something to do tomorrow. I have an appointment with an old man in the town, and he still remembers the history of this ghost mountain."

Qin Zhong made no statement. He just patted the old man on the shoulder and pointed to the shining* at the door and the squeaking siren.

The old ghost was helpless and shook his head and said, "It's still your old Qin family's temper, stubborn to death."

The police who came in from the door cleared the onlookers. When they were cleaned up in front of the old ghost, the old ghost really showed his ID.

The police didn't say much, but returned the certificate to the old ghost and asked, "I don't know if this deceased is what you need to investigate."

"Ask him and see what he means." In a word of the old ghost, it seemed that Qin Zhong was the leader of the old ghost, and the police came to Qin Zhong more respectfully.

"Shir, I don't know what you want?"

Qin Zhong smiled secretly and said, "I just want to analyze the process of this woman's death. Now I'm not sure that his death was suicide or murder, but look at it." He said and drew: "This manhole cover is 300 catties. Imagine a woman's weight of more than 100 catties. Twice her weight can lift her up through the pulley in an instant. This is his way to die. How did he accomplish this? Look at the bolt on the hemp rope, which is exactly the size of the socket on the stairs. That is to say, the bolt held against the manhole cover, then put his neck into the hemp rope, and pulled the bolt out of the hole vigorously. The manhole cover naturally rolled down, and she naturally went up.

"This analysis!" The old man looked a little surprised: "Xiao Zhong, where did your idea come from? This is about evidence. You can't imagine it out of thin air."

"Take the hemp rope in your hand and test it. Look at the woman's fingerprints and know if she was what I said at that time. Also, after putting down the body, you can see whether he struggled when he died. If not, it proves that she is likely to commit suicide, but what she wants is the deceased. A resume, I don't know why, I especially want to care about this person. Qin Zhong said to the policeman in a good style.

The policeman nodded repeatedly and agreed, and Qin Zhong's analysis had just been recorded by the clerk beside him. After Qin Zhong finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the second floor. He came to the woman, and this time he really saw the woman's expression clearly.

The clean and young face, comfortable, calm, and a strange smile. Generally speaking, people who can achieve this expression to die are people of some kind of faith, so in this way, the death of this woman can be called a military solution.

After listening to Qin Zhong's analysis, the old ghost was also confused. He didn't know whether he underestimated Qin Zhong, but he agreed with Qin Zhong's analysis and secretly changed his views on Qin Zhong.

(Sorry, I forgot to upload it when cooking for my wife in the morning. Please collect it.)