Chapter 2033
Female Detective 6
Chapter 2033 Female Detective 6
The monitor in the computer was on, and the two of them watched while eating.This feeling is quite good, in fact, life is like this, in just a few decades, it is enough to meet someone who is not annoying.If you encounter it, just say it and let the other person know.It's not very good now, let's have dinner together.
The monitoring is played 30 times faster, and it will soon be night.Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to watch, Karak said, "I've seen all of these, and I've also watched the video Mrs. Rossi took of the victim, but I didn't find anything."
Mrs. Rossi lived in seclusion and hired an hourly worker to help her deliver food and daily necessities twice a week on Wednesdays and Sundays.The items purchased are all told by Mrs. Rossi to the hourly workers by phone or social friends on the Internet. After the hourly workers go to purchase, they will be delivered to the villa, and on the day of delivery, they will help with simple cleaning.
That Sunday, at noon, the hourly worker drove into the villa, unloaded the purchased items, moved them to the kitchen, and started cleaning.After cleaning the bedroom, she found that Mrs. Rossi had passed away. There were several empty bottles of sleeping pills scattered around her, and there was a glass of water on the table with leftover water in it.
With a good memory and having read it many times, Karak is very familiar with this case: "No one entered the villa the day before except for the helper. The fingerprints on the water cup and medicine bottle are only those of Mrs. Rossi. The helper serves Mrs. Rossi Seven years without any problems."
Xining threw the finished box into the trash can, picked up a bottle of black tea and took a sip: "Is there anyone close to the villa within two days?"
"The postman throws letters into the mailbox every morning." At this moment, Mrs. Rossi walked to the gate, opened the mailbox, took out all the contents, and turned to leave.This letter box is double-sided, the postman puts it in from the outside, and Mrs. Rossi takes it from the inside.
Before I asked for it, a box came over: "This is the letter from that day."
Xining raised his eyebrows and opened the box.Even in this era where everything can be accessed through the Internet, fewer and fewer people subscribe to newspapers and magazines, but there are still letters.Such as bills, reminders, and advertising letters.
There were quite a few advertisement letters, five or six, but Mrs. Rossi only opened two of them, leaving the others unopened.The three bills were all opened and read, and the empty envelopes and letters were piled up together, and they were not put back into the original envelopes.
After looking at it, Mrs. Rossi's life is quite good, and she uses a lot of water and electricity.After all, there is a small swimming pool in the villa. Such a big villa needs a lot of lights to light up. Otherwise, it would be a bit scary for a person to live in such a big house without lighting it up.
Xining flipped through an envelope: "How about the cats and dogs raised by Mrs. Rossi?"
Mrs. Rossi kept a dog and a cat, and only the dog followed her when she got the letter.
"Her granddaughter accepted." Another folder was stuffed in, which contained information on family members.After Mrs. Rossi's daughter and son-in-law died, she took over her granddaughter and grandson to raise her. The granddaughter was married and pregnant, and the due date was three months later.
Putting down the materials, Xining rubbed his forehead and temples that were a little hot.
"How?" Karak asked with a smile.
"It's not suicide." She said bluntly.
"Reason." Karak also felt that it was not suicide.
Xi Ning closed the lid of the box and put it on the desk: "Even if I am not a writer, I will definitely write a suicide note before committing suicide. If so, I will write it even more. This is my last chance to show off my writing skills. Maybe I can still write a suicide note." Get the last payment."
The suicide note is a reason. Unless you are illiterate or really have no souvenirs, and you are not even willing to express your dissatisfaction and grievances, suicides often write suicide notes.Put it this way though, amusing Karak.
It was originally a very serious matter, but here, why do you want to laugh so much?
Karak thought for a while: "Continue tomorrow, if it's later, I won't be able to help you move."
When I looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock, and it was really late.
When the two were about to leave the office, there were still people in the office.They all work overtime at night. To find clues from the messy materials, not only rely on wisdom, but sometimes also rely on inspiration and luck.Night is often the time when a person's inspiration explodes, and most of the crimes are committed at night, so working overtime has become commonplace.
A colleague just came out of the tea room with a cup of coffee in his hand. When he saw the two of them, he exchanged greetings: "You haven't left yet, do you want a cup of coffee?"
The aroma of coffee in the pantry has overflowed and permeated into the office.
"No, we're off work." Karak replied.
The two took the elevator downstairs to the underground parking lot, and neither of them spoke a word along the way.If you are thinking about the case, speaking may interrupt the other party.
Cars are standard equipment, with a monthly subsidy for fuel costs, one for each detective.
Xining got into Karak's car, and the owner's car parked here without charging a parking fee. Just leaving it like this can save a lot of money for the car.
Sit in the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt.Karak was driving, she was bored, and it was not good to think too much about the case, so let's stop first, because at the end of the day, she had a headache.
There was an aroma in the car, not perfume.Even people in this country, in order to cover up body odor, the middle class, both men and women, have the habit of wearing perfume.Body Master and Karak also have them, but they don't like to apply strong fragrance, basically they are light colognes.At the end of the day, the perfume smell on my body was already very weak.
The smell I smell now is the deodorant fragrance in the car.She picked up a glass square bottle in front of her, and there was still a small half bottle in it, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, then put it back to the original place.
The scent is quite pleasant, unlike some fragrances, which smell as bad as air fresheners with alcohol and essence.The cologne used by Karak is also good, mixed with the one used by the body owner, it is not obtrusive or pungent, and it matches well.
Looking sideways out of the car window, at night in the metropolis, high-rise buildings are brightly lit, but there are only dim street lights in the streets and alleys of the community, and the light cannot stop the desire to commit crimes.
What is missing, Xining always feels that he has overlooked or forgotten something, but he just doesn't know where the problem is.This feeling is the same as when the body owner started the investigation after facing Karak's death. He obviously felt that it was not suicide, but he couldn't find the reason, couldn't produce strong evidence, and couldn't even find the clues of the evidence.
Because she didn't want to make it too late, she didn't go back to where she lived, and went directly to Karak's house.Anyway, I am used to working overtime, and there is a whole set of spare clothes in the working place.
Entering the room, Karak was more restrained than her: "Well, that, do you want something to drink?"
Seeing her looking at her like this, she became more and more incoherent: "No, I didn't mean that, I was just afraid that you would be thirsty."
Suppressing a smile, she gave Karak the "job" she could do: "I'm not thirsty, but I'm tired and want to rest early. Is there any pajamas, and there are pillows and blankets."
(End of this chapter)
The monitor in the computer was on, and the two of them watched while eating.This feeling is quite good, in fact, life is like this, in just a few decades, it is enough to meet someone who is not annoying.If you encounter it, just say it and let the other person know.It's not very good now, let's have dinner together.
The monitoring is played 30 times faster, and it will soon be night.Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to watch, Karak said, "I've seen all of these, and I've also watched the video Mrs. Rossi took of the victim, but I didn't find anything."
Mrs. Rossi lived in seclusion and hired an hourly worker to help her deliver food and daily necessities twice a week on Wednesdays and Sundays.The items purchased are all told by Mrs. Rossi to the hourly workers by phone or social friends on the Internet. After the hourly workers go to purchase, they will be delivered to the villa, and on the day of delivery, they will help with simple cleaning.
That Sunday, at noon, the hourly worker drove into the villa, unloaded the purchased items, moved them to the kitchen, and started cleaning.After cleaning the bedroom, she found that Mrs. Rossi had passed away. There were several empty bottles of sleeping pills scattered around her, and there was a glass of water on the table with leftover water in it.
With a good memory and having read it many times, Karak is very familiar with this case: "No one entered the villa the day before except for the helper. The fingerprints on the water cup and medicine bottle are only those of Mrs. Rossi. The helper serves Mrs. Rossi Seven years without any problems."
Xining threw the finished box into the trash can, picked up a bottle of black tea and took a sip: "Is there anyone close to the villa within two days?"
"The postman throws letters into the mailbox every morning." At this moment, Mrs. Rossi walked to the gate, opened the mailbox, took out all the contents, and turned to leave.This letter box is double-sided, the postman puts it in from the outside, and Mrs. Rossi takes it from the inside.
Before I asked for it, a box came over: "This is the letter from that day."
Xining raised his eyebrows and opened the box.Even in this era where everything can be accessed through the Internet, fewer and fewer people subscribe to newspapers and magazines, but there are still letters.Such as bills, reminders, and advertising letters.
There were quite a few advertisement letters, five or six, but Mrs. Rossi only opened two of them, leaving the others unopened.The three bills were all opened and read, and the empty envelopes and letters were piled up together, and they were not put back into the original envelopes.
After looking at it, Mrs. Rossi's life is quite good, and she uses a lot of water and electricity.After all, there is a small swimming pool in the villa. Such a big villa needs a lot of lights to light up. Otherwise, it would be a bit scary for a person to live in such a big house without lighting it up.
Xining flipped through an envelope: "How about the cats and dogs raised by Mrs. Rossi?"
Mrs. Rossi kept a dog and a cat, and only the dog followed her when she got the letter.
"Her granddaughter accepted." Another folder was stuffed in, which contained information on family members.After Mrs. Rossi's daughter and son-in-law died, she took over her granddaughter and grandson to raise her. The granddaughter was married and pregnant, and the due date was three months later.
Putting down the materials, Xining rubbed his forehead and temples that were a little hot.
"How?" Karak asked with a smile.
"It's not suicide." She said bluntly.
"Reason." Karak also felt that it was not suicide.
Xi Ning closed the lid of the box and put it on the desk: "Even if I am not a writer, I will definitely write a suicide note before committing suicide. If so, I will write it even more. This is my last chance to show off my writing skills. Maybe I can still write a suicide note." Get the last payment."
The suicide note is a reason. Unless you are illiterate or really have no souvenirs, and you are not even willing to express your dissatisfaction and grievances, suicides often write suicide notes.Put it this way though, amusing Karak.
It was originally a very serious matter, but here, why do you want to laugh so much?
Karak thought for a while: "Continue tomorrow, if it's later, I won't be able to help you move."
When I looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock, and it was really late.
When the two were about to leave the office, there were still people in the office.They all work overtime at night. To find clues from the messy materials, not only rely on wisdom, but sometimes also rely on inspiration and luck.Night is often the time when a person's inspiration explodes, and most of the crimes are committed at night, so working overtime has become commonplace.
A colleague just came out of the tea room with a cup of coffee in his hand. When he saw the two of them, he exchanged greetings: "You haven't left yet, do you want a cup of coffee?"
The aroma of coffee in the pantry has overflowed and permeated into the office.
"No, we're off work." Karak replied.
The two took the elevator downstairs to the underground parking lot, and neither of them spoke a word along the way.If you are thinking about the case, speaking may interrupt the other party.
Cars are standard equipment, with a monthly subsidy for fuel costs, one for each detective.
Xining got into Karak's car, and the owner's car parked here without charging a parking fee. Just leaving it like this can save a lot of money for the car.
Sit in the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt.Karak was driving, she was bored, and it was not good to think too much about the case, so let's stop first, because at the end of the day, she had a headache.
There was an aroma in the car, not perfume.Even people in this country, in order to cover up body odor, the middle class, both men and women, have the habit of wearing perfume.Body Master and Karak also have them, but they don't like to apply strong fragrance, basically they are light colognes.At the end of the day, the perfume smell on my body was already very weak.
The smell I smell now is the deodorant fragrance in the car.She picked up a glass square bottle in front of her, and there was still a small half bottle in it, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, then put it back to the original place.
The scent is quite pleasant, unlike some fragrances, which smell as bad as air fresheners with alcohol and essence.The cologne used by Karak is also good, mixed with the one used by the body owner, it is not obtrusive or pungent, and it matches well.
Looking sideways out of the car window, at night in the metropolis, high-rise buildings are brightly lit, but there are only dim street lights in the streets and alleys of the community, and the light cannot stop the desire to commit crimes.
What is missing, Xining always feels that he has overlooked or forgotten something, but he just doesn't know where the problem is.This feeling is the same as when the body owner started the investigation after facing Karak's death. He obviously felt that it was not suicide, but he couldn't find the reason, couldn't produce strong evidence, and couldn't even find the clues of the evidence.
Because she didn't want to make it too late, she didn't go back to where she lived, and went directly to Karak's house.Anyway, I am used to working overtime, and there is a whole set of spare clothes in the working place.
Entering the room, Karak was more restrained than her: "Well, that, do you want something to drink?"
Seeing her looking at her like this, she became more and more incoherent: "No, I didn't mean that, I was just afraid that you would be thirsty."
Suppressing a smile, she gave Karak the "job" she could do: "I'm not thirsty, but I'm tired and want to rest early. Is there any pajamas, and there are pillows and blankets."
(End of this chapter)