Because of the death of someone, Chen Daman's family was temporarily blocked, and Chen Daman could only deal with it in the warehouse of the dock.

Ye Xian and Xiao Wu got out of the car, saw the black-faced young man standing at the door, and asked, "On the dock?"

"Hey, so you know everything."

Xiao Wu felt that he might have been fooled again.

Ye Xian sniffed his nose: "The two fools with developed limbs and simple minds, with black shoulders high and low, and they are stupid and silly. They must be the ones who resist the big bags on the dock."

Before Xiaowu could speak, Chen Daman said loudly: "I am the foreman now. Miss Hong said I was doing my job properly and even raised my salary."

Oh, it turned out to be someone from Qinghan. Ye Xian nodded. She still believed in Qinghan's eyes. It seemed that this silly man still had some skills.

Chen Daman's family is an independent courtyard with four main rooms and wing rooms on both sides. Logically, the couple is just two, and they cannot live in such a large courtyard. Generally, several houses have to be rented out, but the wing rooms on both sides of the Chen family are locked and no one lives there.

Ye Xian asked casually: "Why, these houses have not been rented out?"

"No, no."

Chen Daman replied.

"No?" Ye Xian walked to the door of a room and turned around and shouted, "Hey, that stupid guy, open the door."

Chen Daman was very unhappy, but he had to take out the key and opened the door lock with a thud. Ye Xian reached out and pushed the door. There was a wooden bed in the room, a table, stool, and a coal stove near the window. Ye Xian walked in, reached out and touched the table, and shook his fingers: "The dust is not thick."

Chen Daman's face looked a little bad.

Xiao Wu asked: "What does it mean?"

"There are all the furniture, like a single place to live. That big black man, please explain how long has the people in this room been moved away?"

"More than two months." Chen Daman said in a muffled voice.

"Why have you ever concealed the fact that your family has tenants? Is there a ghost in my heart?"

Ye Xian smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold, which made Chen Daman shrink his neck and say in a thick voice: "Of course not. That's not the tenant, it's my Xiangxiang's cousin. He came from Lu'an and was kissing him. He moved out after finding the house."

"Cousin, cousin." Ye Xian covered his mouth and smiled, looking at Xiao Wu, "You need to check this carefully. Maybe my cousin knows something."

Xiao Wu nodded and pulled Chen Daman to ask his cousin's name and address. Long Sanyu had already pushed open the door of the main room. Ye Xian stood at the door and looked at the scene of the main room.

"The person is hanging there!" Long Sanyu pointed to a location on the beam of the main hall, and there was a stool underneath. Ye Xian remembered the scene of the photo on the scene and asked in a low voice, "Did Chen Daman find the body?"

"Yes, I said I came in and turned around and went to find someone."

Ye Xian walked into the main hall. Long Sanyu was about to come in, but Ye Xian waved his hand and signaled him to wait at the door.

The room was very bright. The sun was full. Although it had only died, there was no cold feeling. The transparent sunshine poured down without hesitation. The windows were bright and clean, and the room was very clean. She walked straight to the bedroom. There was a large wooden bed with a dressing table and a wardrobe on one side. Ye Xian opened the cabinet and hung a few cheongsams. The jacket and pants were neatly folded, and the dressing table was filled with snow cream and powder. A few black hairpins were thrown. The quilts on the bed were piled up in a random ball, and the pillow towel fell to the ground. Ye Xian suddenly thought of the body in the photo of the scene. The deceased was wearing a cheongsam, not wearing socks, barefoot, and there was a button on the cheongsam that was staggered or not tied up. The hair was newly permed and not combed, and it was messy.

The house was clean and tidy, and the hostess should be a neat person. When she died, she wore clothes neatly, but she tied a wrong button and the quilt was not folded. This was not like a neat person.

Ye Xian walked out of the bedroom, looked at the stool, and stood up directly.

There was no sound. The room was very quiet when she stood up. Xiao Wu, Long Sanyu and Chen Daman were all standing at the door. Xiao Wu looked at her with expectation. Ye Xian shook his head at him, saying that he could not hear anything. Xiao Wu was a little disappointed, walked over a few steps and signaled Ye Xian to come down.

After Ye Qi came down, he stood up again. Soon he jumped down and sighed and said, "Nothing."

Ye Xian laughed in a low voice and said, "Xiao Wu, have you been too busy recently, and you are dizzy and have hallucinations? You need to nourish your kidneys."

As she said that, she reached out and poked Xiaowu's waist gently. Xiaowu stepped back and held her hand: "Don't mess around."

Chen Daman and Long Sanyu stood at the door, watching the actions of the two people inside, showing doubts on their faces, and were puzzled.

"But this person died a bit strange. Looking at the photos, he was a beautiful woman, and his house was clean and clean. Even those wing rooms were moved away, and everything was neatly arranged except for the dust. The clothes in the cabinet were neatly folded. Such a woman was cheongsam when she died, and she actually had one wrong cheongsam. Her hair was not combed, she didn't wear makeup, and she didn't wear socks. This was really strange."

Are these doubts?

"Isn't it strange? A beautiful woman who loves to be clean can't be so sloppy when she seeks death." Ye Xian saw Xiao Wu's question.

Xiao Wu patted his forehead: Sure enough, women's perspective on things is different from that of men.

According to the forensic autopsy report, the direction of the force of the cable groove on the neck was in line with the force point of hanging suicide, and the angle of the shoes was thrown, and there was no problem with the deceased's body. There was no sign of struggle and fighting. If it weren't for standing on the stool and hearing the cold sound, remembering that when I came to the police station to look through the scene pictures of the old case in the archives room, Xiao Wu wouldn't think that the case was strange.

When Chen Daman saw them coming out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

"Do you think your wife committed suicide?" Ye Xian asked.

"This, maybe it is." Chen Daman said dumbly.

"Maybe? The transcript you made said that you have a good relationship with each other. You became a foreman on the dock. Your family has improved. Why did she commit suicide if she lives like this?"

Xiao Wu asked.

"This, maybe just like what she said, misses her parents and brother."

"Her parents died before you got married. How long have you been married?"

"Eight years."

"It's been eight years, can she still be unable to think about it?" Xiao Wu stared at him. Chen Daman was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he said, "Her brother didn't have it last year, so he might feel guilty."

"This is strange. Why do she feel guilty for her brother's death?" Ye Xian asked.

"this……"

Chen Daman grunted for a long time, his face flushed: "My brother-in-law died of eating the wrong thing. At that time, the house was fussed with mice. Xiangxiang made some rice and mixed with rat poison. My brother-in-law was hungry and couldn't find anything to eat. He ate the rice and died. My brother-in-law was a little different from others and his mind was not very good."

It is not embarrassing to kill a person with a brain problem by eating the wrong thing. Why doesn’t Chen Daman just want to say it?

"What was your wife doing when he was having dinner? Was she with that cousin?" Ye Xian suddenly asked.

Chen Daman said ah, looking at Ye Xian, unable to say a word.

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