2775: C2775 Confusion

C2775 Confusion

Lee Yun's eyes lit up and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure the fan was still spinning?"1

"That's right, you have to be sure!" Qiao Feiru also said, "If the fan was spinning, then this matter can't be treated as a simple suicide. You must remember it clearly!"

The elder and one of his relatives looked over, causing that person to break out in cold sweat. After a long time, he answered vaguely: "Okay, it seems to be open. However, the speed of rotation is very slow. It could also be that the wind is blowing it. But at that time. . . I seemed to have pressed the switch, and the fan. . . "

Being stared at by so many people, he began to make vague statements. It was obvious that he was unwilling to take responsibility.

"You really are a person!" Anna Wang said in dissatisfaction, "Isn't it better to be clear?"

"This. . . I can't say it clearly!" He stomped his foot and became anxious. "At that time, both I and Artemisia selengensis were scared out of their wits. I saw the hanging fan spinning. Subconsciously, I pressed the switch, but I didn't remember whether it was pressed or not. As Matsutani cried and hugged his mother's foot, I ran downstairs to the kitchen to get a knife. I cut the rope. How could I remember it so clearly? "

Hearing so many details, Anna Wang didn't say anything, she felt that this situation was more or less the same.

Lee Yun looked at the rope in the corner and asked, "Is this rope from home?"

"Yes, this is used to tie up oxcart. It's from Third Sister-in-law's house. "

The one who answered was another relative. Lin Tianchuan had temporarily gone to his uncle's house because he was too sad. His two younger brothers and sisters were the same. They did not come back to see their mother.

If they committed suicide, it was very likely that they would bury the child hastily. When the coffin was about to be buried, they would call the child to send him off for the last time.

Wang Hao muttered to himself, "In other words. . . Actually, we can't be sure if the fan was still spinning at that time, but the problem is, if someone deliberately killed him, why would the murderer open the fan again? Brother Lee, what do you think?"

Lee Yun shrugged. He was not a professional detective, nor was he a death god primary school student. He knew nothing about this kind of problem.

Xiao Mingzhu asked again, "At that time, you said that touching the dead person's feet felt very cold? But there was a problem with that too. Lin Tianmu said that he went to see his mother at three o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, she was still fine. And now. . . " She looked at her phone. "It's only after six o'clock in the evening. Less than three hours have passed, and there should still be traces of body temperature left on the corpse. "

After a person died, if it was under normal temperature and was still wearing clothes and not soaked in water, the temperature of the corpse would usually drop by one degree per hour.

A person's body temperature was 37 degrees Celsius. It was only three hours away from death. Theoretically speaking, the deceased still had a body temperature of about 30 degrees!

However, he said that his third sister-in-law who had hung herself at that time had cold feet.

The man looked at the corpse lying on the bed and said in a trembling voice, "Maybe, maybe I was too panicked at that time and wasn't sure. Is it cold or not?"

"You can go and see it now. " Xiao Mingzhu said and looked around the crowd. Everyone looked at her instead.

After all, it was not easy for men to go and take a look, and aunties and aunties did not dare to come up. Only she was the most suitable.

After hesitating for a moment and looking at Lee Yun, Xiao Mingzhu still decided to personally test the corpse. This made Wang Hao and Wang Anna very impressed. The class monitor was too bold.

"I will go with you. "

Lee Yun followed Xiao Mingzhu to the front of the bed. Without looking at the person on the bed, Xiao Mingzhu put her hands together and bowed to the corpse. "madam, I'm sorry. "

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