"No way? Again? Are you going to let me live?" Han Xu felt a headache. "What? What's wrong with you?" Song Jiaer turned her head and looked in the direction of Han Xu's gaze, her mouth gradually turned into a big O shape! "Call the police!" It was another deadly low voice, but it was helpless. Well, good times are often short, and the date is ruined. Just because there is a bright red under the towering Ferris wheel! It was a red dress that was so scary that it was hanging in the air about six or seven meters above the ground with its owner. "How did she get up there?" Song Jiaer raised her head and looked at the problem from a different perspective. Maybe it was because she had been doing dry trace inspection for a long time. When she saw this scene, the first thing she thought of was the movement of the deceased. Han Xu looked around. This area was all cement ground, some of which had already cracked, and even many tall and short weeds grew out of it. And there was a lot of water in some potholes.
"Did it rain last night?" Since he slept too soundly, Han Xu had to ask Song Jiaer for confirmation. After getting a positive answer, he shook his head slightly. It was obvious that no useful footprints would be found at the scene. Even if the rain was small, it was enough to wash away most of the valuable clues. Song Jiaer saw that Han Xu had already started to investigate the scene, stepped back more than ten meters, and called the police. Han Xu endured the pain in his feet, climbed up the high platform of the Ferris wheel nimbly, and walked carefully to the bottom of the deceased. As expected, there was a little scarlet there. He squatted slowly, ignoring the gorgeousness above his head, but concentrated on checking the high heels that accidentally fell into the puddle. "Did you find anything?" Song Jiaer was also an expert. After reporting the case to the police in a concise and clear manner, she touched Han Xu's side. "The deceased is a male, about meters tall, drunk before his death, and it is not clear whether it was suicide or homicide!" Han Xu just saw that the deceased's toes were pointing downwards, and inferred that it was very likely suicide, but he did not easily draw a conclusion. "Male?" Song Jiaer asked in confusion, "No way, such long hair? A cross-dresser?!" The face of the deceased was completely covered by a waterfall of black hair. The two legs exposed under the red dress were smooth and delicate, but they had already turned black, which was the visible corpse spots formed by hanging for a long time. Song Jiaer also noticed that the body frame of the deceased was relatively petite, and he did not look like a man at all. Han Xu avoided the sensitive topic of the number who looked up in disbelief, and pointed at the high heels, "This size is too small, the heel is bleeding." Song Jiaer leaned over and saw a little blood on the heel of the red high heels. "What does this mean?" "If the deceased was a woman, she would not deliberately wear such a cramped shoe. Look at this big foot, it's almost catching up with my size. It's rare for a woman to have such a big one." Han Xu explained. Song Jiaer was choked by this divine logic, but she didn't want to look up to confirm it, so she let him say it. Han Xu looked around the surrounding terrain again, and it seemed that he had not gained anything, so he moved his eyes to the dead body. This scene was extremely strange. Under the abandoned Ferris wheel for many years, there was a beautiful corpse with long hair hanging down and skirts flying! If you see this at night, won’t you be scared to death?
"Why don’t you dye your hair red, it will be more freehand." Han Xu noticed that the pair of delicate hands were painted with a layer of red nail polish, and he couldn’t help thinking. Then, he tried to close his eyes and reconstruct this scene in his mind... Hehe, at least two nights of nightmares! "What are you thinking about?" Song Jiaer stopped Han Xu's self-abuse in time. "If it was suicide, this guy, fine, ran to such a place and hung himself on the Ferris wheel! How disgusting it is. If it is accidentally seen by children, it will be a childhood shadow?" Han Xu pouted. "The man is dead, why do you think so much? Come and help me find out how this guy got up there." Song Jiaer's attention was focused on the support of the giant Ferris wheel. Han Xu moved over and looked around. The base of this old-fashioned Ferris wheel is composed of six extra-thick and extra-large inclined cylindrical steel bodies. The place where these steel columns converge is the center of the wheel. There are two layers of countless messy but orderly steel pipes bridging the surface to stabilize the structure, and the dead are hanging on the bottom layer. A very strong special rope is fixed to an inconspicuous X-shaped steel pipe, but the other end does not hang straight down, but is parallel to the steel frame, extending horizontally for nearly half a meter, and then bending 90 degrees on a steel pipe as thick as an arm, and then going down one meter, before disappearing in the neck of the dead. To put it simply, the rope is in an inverted "L" shape, which looks quite weird. "This knot is tied professionally!" Han Xu squinted and looked at the dead knot fixed on the X-shaped cross from a distance. "It's quite professional. This technique seems to be used by people in special industries, right?" Song Jiaer was attracted by Han Xu's words and took over the conversation. Han Xu nodded slightly and said, "This is a knot. Although it looks simple, it is practical. Most people rarely make it! The rope is also a mountaineering rope. If it is suicide, it is too professional." "How did he get up there?" Song Jiaer repeated the previous question, but it was obvious that the direction of this "he" was no longer clear. It could be the deceased or the suspect. Han Xu heard something, but his eyes didn't move away from the dead man. "He climbed up, didn't he fly up?" "I'm talking to you seriously," Song Jiaer was a little angry. Han Xu curled his lips and pointed to a round column on the right, "You can go up there, but it's very dangerous. You stay here and don't think about climbing up!" "What do you care?" In fact, Song Jiaer saw that there was a simple iron ladder on the column for maintenance personnel to climb, but it was at least two or three meters above the ground. Without any equipment or external force, it would be like climbing to the sky, not to mention that the dead man was wearing high heels. "Go up one by one, let me see!" Song Jiaer curled her lips and said. "Miss, if I go up, what will happen? Will you marry me?" Han Xu smiled. "Get lost!" Song Jiaer was unsure and was determined not to be fooled! Although this kid looks careless, he has a very good brain. He might really be able to go up, so there is no need to take risks. When the two were arguing, a series of sirens came from a distance. About five or six minutes later, the area of several hundred square meters was surrounded by the police, and the outermost cordon was even pulled to the entrance of the ticket office. This is an amusement park, and it is also one of the few scenic spots in Yancheng. Such a big battle is understandable.
Once the scene is not sealed well, it will attract some media to publicize it, which will have a great impact. The Beijiao Police Station also attaches great importance to this police incident. But Qin Fen did not come, after all, it was not clear whether it was suicide or murder. The police station sent the leader of the fourth team, Xu Fei. They are from the same police station, and they are familiar with each other. Han Xu and Song Jiaer went to greet him, "Team Leader Xu, you are here." Xu Fei looked to be thirty-five or thirty-six years old, in his prime, and was also a backbone of the Beijiao Police Station, but he was very low-key and easy to get along with, but sometimes he had a hot temper. "Xiao Xu, you are here, why is Jia Er here too?" This question hit the nail on the head.