Most of the houses in this area are old houses and will be demolished in a few years, exuding a rotten smell. The landlords are a group of people at the bottom of the society and rely on rent to make a living. Nothing else has done, but the house on the west side is in trouble.

The landlord lives downstairs and only goes out with his job when he hears the movement outside. He thinks it's just a bustle, but he doesn't expect someone to die, and he is still his own tenant.

A crisp sound exploded at the landlord's feet, and the hot food fell all over the floor, and the braised pork inside rolled down in scattered.

Three or five people were about to go home, when they passed by here, they saw the bodies in the pool of blood. They screamed and ran away, trampling the braised pork on the ground to pieces, some stuck to the soles of the shoes, and some were squeezed into the cracks of the bricks, making people vomit.

The police came over when they received the report, and Wang Qi led the team.

He stood inside the cordon and smoked. He took a few sips and suddenly looked up and met the boy on the third floor.

Huang Dan did not retract his gaze. He saw several people squatting beside him for examination. He couldn't hear what he said. He thought it was probably confirming death or something. After a while, Lin Mao was carried away, with blood dripping all the way.

Wang Qi, who was at the bottom of the building, first checked his eyes. He negotiated with his colleagues and knew that the deceased was first poisoned by carbon monoxide and then fell to his death.

Wang Qi looked up. The boy was still standing on the railing with his face blurry expression, but he didn't seem to be afraid. He didn't remember what the boy was called, but he just had a little impression that a girl died in the room on the corner of the floor last time, and the other party was one of the few people who were taken to the police station.

It is puzzling to say that there are only four rooms on the floor, with five people living there, and two died in less than a month.

If Wang Qi remembers correctly, the two dead were high school classmates. They came from the county to H City on the same day and painted in a small studio in the Agricultural University.

Wang Qi brought people upstairs, and Huang Dan realized that Shen Liang and Qi Fang were both staying in their respective rooms.

Shen Liang's hair was slightly messy, and his clothes and pants were wrinkled. He seemed to have been quenched into the quilt before this. He looked like he had just woken up, "What's wrong?"

After Wang Qi finished speaking, Shen Liang found Huang Shan's figure and asked him to confirm that his voice was trembling, "Is Lin Mao dead?"

Huang Dan noticed that Shen Liang's pupils were locked and his eyes were wide open. He nodded, "Yes."

Shen Liang took a step back, and the blood on his face instantly faded away, "Impossible!"

Huang pointed his finger downstairs, his eyes stayed on Shen Liang, "Lin Mao is still in that car now, you can see him when you go over."

Shen Liang didn't go, he pinched his little finger nervously, his voice stopped shaking, but his breathing became even more chaotic, "How did you die?"

Huang Dan said, "It fell from the railing."

Shen Liang shouted with a gloomy face, "Where are you? Why don't you catch him?"

Huang Dan said, "I didn't catch it."

Shen Liang's tears fell down. He slowly squatted to the ground against the wall, covering his face and trembling shoulders and cried, which was the kind of crying loudly.

A flash of Huang Dan's eyes. When Xia Wei died, Shen Liang's eyes were just a little red, but this time he cried so sadly.

They are all classmates, boys and girls, boys and boys. These two friendships may be different, or there are other reasons in it. Huang Dan has not found it yet.

Wang Qi and his two colleagues have never spoken. Who has not come from their youth? There are a few buddies who are both stubborn?

Chen Liang had not cried enough, so he released him. He pulled the plastic black sandwich, wearing shorts and vests, without feeling cold at all, and was still yawning when he spoke.

After knowing about Lin Mao, Qi Fang walked to Huang Dan, stretched his neck to look down, and saw the pool of blood below the building. He frowned and carried his body over.

Seeing Wang Qi and others looking over, they all grinned their teeth and said weakly, "I'm a little dizzy."

Huang Dan seemed to be thinking.

Qi slowed down and then reached out to pat Huang Dan's shoulder, tightened his fingers and pinched them, as if he was silently comforting.

Huang Dan did not feel his comfort, but only felt the pain. A history department had the only fun to play the guitar. Why was he so strong that he almost caught up with Chen Shi.

So one more person cried.

Compared to Chen Liang's pain of rupture like opening the gate and releasing water, Huang Dan's eyes turned red, two or three tears fell, and the suppressed air exhaust was negligible.

The next morning, Huang Dan and the other two were taken to the police station to record confessions, which was the second time.

When Lin Mao fell from the building, someone happened to see it. No one pushed him. He turned it down by himself. Otherwise, Huang Shan would be listed as a suspect for questioning.

Wang Qi took the notes and found that the boy had no intention of getting up. He spoke confidently, "You have something to say."

Huang Dan said, "I left the studio in the evening and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. When I climbed to the second floor, I looked up and saw Lin Mao standing shakingly on the railing upstairs. He told me that he was almost poisoned by carbon monoxide, and said that someone called him to get up, otherwise he would not be able to get out."

He paused, "At first Lin Mao thought that I was the one who called him."

Wang Qi put down his notes and unscrewed the pen cap in a habitual way, "There are others in the room?"

Huang Dan shook his head, "No."

Wang Qi pinched the pen, "Who is calling him?"

Huang Dan said, "I don't know."

Wang Qi leaned back, "When the brain is extremely hypoxia, people will have symptoms of tinnitus. It is unlikely that they will hear the sound clearly. Unless they are shouting loudly against the ears, they may just not want to die, and they will develop some consciousness."

Huang Dan didn't say anything.

Wang Qi looked at the boy opposite again. The girl died last time, and he was very calm. This time, the roommate had an accident, and the other party still had no emotional ups and downs, "What do you want to say?"

Huang Dan said slowly, "I want to say that if Lin Mao didn't come out, he wouldn't be in danger of his life."

Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, "How could he not be in danger of life if he inhaled a large amount of carbon monoxide and stayed in the room?"

Huang Shan looked into the man's eyes, "I'm back."

Wang Qi was about to get up, and he shook his fingertips on the edge of the table. Yes, the young man has returned. The deceased will be rescued as long as he waits for a while. "What do you mean... is this murder?"

Huang Dan stopped talking again.

The atmosphere surrounding the two of them suddenly became weird.

Wang Qi's half-squatting posture did not last long, so he sat back on the chair, "You said you went to the studio in the afternoon, and the deceased was sleeping in the room, and the door was closed, right?"

Huang Dan said, "It's right."

Wang Qi said, "That is to say, during the time before you came back, you didn't know if anyone had come to find the deceased."

Huang Dan said, "Yes."

Wang Qi put the cap back, turned the pen, pinched it on the notebook and clicked, "You said you reminded the deceased before you left and asked him to check if the stove was incorrect."

Huang Dan nodded, "Not only that, I also asked him to open the window."

Wang Qi said, "My people went to the room to see that the window was closed and the stove was still burning."

He shrugged, "It is not ruled out that the deceased just verbally agrees and does not take it seriously. He thinks it's just a stove and cannot die."

Huang Dan said he fell into silence again.

Wang Qi rarely analyzed it to him, "Someone who said the deceased was calling him, and this information cannot be verified, but his carbon monoxide poisoning was what his body told us. He did not stand firmly by the railing and turned over. This is the testimony of the witness."

Huang Dan sighed.

Wang Qi said, "I know you and the deceased are roommates and have a good relationship. You are both senior high school students and will be in the college entrance examination next year. What a pity."

Huang Dan pursed his lips and knew that the conversation was about to end.

Wang Qi also said, "It's getting colder and colder, but you can't burn the stove in the enclosed space, and the windows should be open and ventilated."

Huang Dan said, "I know."

The boy left, and Wang Qi was still sitting in his seat. According to the boy's words, someone knew that he was coming back, so he called the dead and asked him to go out, and he knew that he would turn down the railing?

How is it possible.

Wang Qi shook his head with a chuckle. The child's thoughts were too illogical.

He suddenly shuddered. The deceased did not die of poisoning. He struggled to leave the room, thinking that he would not die, but he still couldn't escape from the god of death.

It's like having a hand in secret that you must die if you deserve it, and it cannot be changed.

Wang Qi leaned against the back of the chair and let out a long breath, finally letting himself come out of his strange thinking.

When Xia Wei died in the room, not many people witnessed the scene. Lin Mao was different. He just lay on the ground on his back and many people saw it.

This matter spread in the alley, to the school, and to the studio.

Everyone couldn't believe that two people died within a month, one was killed by themselves, and the other was killed by accident. They were shocked and sighed, what's wrong, this is a kind of murder case every year, and this year there are many.

Zhou Jiaojiao had hard fruit candies stuffed into her mouth, and she said in a blurry voice, "He still owe me two boxes of white paint."

Some girls couldn't stand it, "Jiaojiao, Lin Mao is gone, why are you still saying such things?"

Zhou Jiaojiao lowered her head and adjusted her newly bought MP3, "I just said it casually. Could it be that I still have to go underground to find him?"

Others burst into laughter heartlessly.

Lin Mao's painting board was placed with Xia Wei's, and they were piled in the corner, waiting for someone to pick it up and use it.

The art path is paved with money, and some people are very consuming paint, drawing paper, brushes, etc. Xia Wei uses some very expensive painting tools. Her Marley box is worth three yuan and five yuan, which is worth a plate of dishes in a restaurant. If she eats in the school cafeteria, many girls can't spend three yuan a day. Who can buy it like her and use it casually?

Xia Yiu died and her family did not show up. Her painting tools were taken away by people in the studio.

Not to mention Xia Wei, even Lin Mao's dirty toolbox, buckets, paints and other things are needed. I don't know who took it, nor do I care about the things that were used by the dead.

Usually, everyone's paintings are placed on a rectangular table in the corner. Except for a few girls who roll up and tie the rubber bands, the others are very casual and thrown in a mess. Fortunately, everyone's paintings have their own signatures, so it will not be difficult to find.

Xia Wei and Lin Mao’s paintings were pressed down and no one touched them.

Someone saw Zhou Jiaojiao rummaging through the paintings on the table and asked if anyone had seen Lin Mao. They all thought she was fucked, "Jiaojiao, why are you looking for his paintings?"

Zhou Jiaojiao said while flipping through the painting, "When I was a model before, Lin Mao's painting was modified by Teacher Liu, and I wanted to find it and keep it myself."

"Is there anything you can find? Isn't it your turn soon?"
To be continued...