Chaoguang

Chapter 105 Video
Sanada Ling apologized again before going in, locked the bathroom door, and the expression on her face faded away. She glanced at her fingertips. She saw that she was moving violently just now, and her whole body threw herself on the woman. She pulled back, not using much force, but the woman's instant reaction was extraordinary.

"Domestic violence," she murmured silently.

She just took two steps forward, and her footsteps paused slightly. The closed space was not quite right, as if something was staring at her.

Sanada Ling frowned slightly, glanced at the space of less than twenty square meters, continued to move forward, turned on the faucet, washed her hands slowly, and tidied her hair with wet hands, the hair lying on the car collapsed.

Staring at the mirror in front of him, he scanned every inch of the tiles behind by the reflection of the mirror, and finally, his eyes stopped on the windowsill, where there was a pot of spider plants that purify the air, with a few fake flowers pinned in the middle, intertwined branches and leaves, a touch of A faint red light looms.

Sanada Ling's eyes turned cold, she pulled a tissue, wiped her hands and turned to leave.

When I opened the door, I found the hostess was still standing in the corridor.

The moment Sanada Ling opened the door and met her gaze, the expression on her face returned to the shyness at the beginning.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Mrs. Muroi shook her head, "It's okay, let's go back."

Sanada Ling didn't move this time, and when the woman looked over suspiciously, she lightly flipped the work card on the collar with her fingers, "Mrs. Muroi, I want to go and see Muroi Azalea's room, is that okay?"

Mrs. Muroi froze all of a sudden, her eyes fell on the work card with her fingertips, her face turned paler, and her expression was a little evasive, "Her, her room has been cleaned up, it's been so long, Everyone is buried, so there is nothing to see."

Sanada Ling chuckled, "It's okay, I have to take a look at it, after all, I came here with a mission, and if I don't finish it, I will be scolded when I go back."

Mrs. Muroi stood where she was. She felt that the little girl gave her a different feeling. There was an indescribable tension. She kept rubbing her hands in her sleeves, lowered her head and thought for a long time, and then glanced in the direction of the living room. , finally said, "Come with me, it's on this floor."

Mrs. Muroi stopped in front of a door and pushed it away, "It's all here, you can see for yourself, the police have seen it several times, and it's useless."

After speaking, he walked away in a hurry with small steps, unwilling to take another look inside.

Originally, Muroi Juan's room was cleaned up on the third day after her death, but later the police came and said that the cause of death was wrong, maybe it was murder. in the carton.

Sanada Ling entered the room and closed the door, and looked carefully at the room, light pink wallpaper, beige curtains, a single bed in the corner, and a brown bear on it.

The room has indeed been cleaned up. The desks that are frequently used by students are now empty, and the places where items should have been placed are also gone. In the open space in the middle of the room, there are two cardboard boxes. .

Sanada Ling squatted down and took out the things in the box to look through. There were some photo frames on the top. Sanada Ling scanned it roughly. The child never smiled from the beginning to the end.

If this man named Muroi is a sadist and is keen on domestic violence, then his motive for adopting this little niece is not pure.

There are some bits and pieces in the box that little girls like, but they are more neutral.

The other box contained her clothes. They were not of any big brand, but they were comfortable and decent. They were chosen by the hostess. How could an extremely machismo like Muroi have the leisure to pick these things.

Sanada Ling put the things back in place, and when she was about to stand up, she glanced at one of the photo frames from the corner of her eyes, paused slightly when she stood up, reached out to take it out, and compared the others, this photo frame was more worn out Some.

The content of the photo shows Azalea Muroi standing at the gate of the school wearing a school uniform. Is there any special meaning in this?Asking her to look at this photo repeatedly, Sanada Ling took apart the photo frame after a little thought. Sure enough, there was a small mobile phone memory card in the interlayer between the photo and the photo frame.

Sanada Ling put away the things, put the photo frames together, and dismantled the others, but unfortunately, they were gone.

Sanada Ling stood up and walked around the room, but found no other obvious abnormalities, except for the cartoon stickers on the bedposts on the back of the single bed, which were almost covered with stickers along the outer edges.

Sanada Ling stared at these things and pondered. Why did she feel that those stickers were not right? The more she looked at them, the more she felt a strong sense of disobedience.

It is true that many children like to stick things on the walls and furniture, but this does not include Azalea Muroi. First of all, the age is wrong, and secondly, this little girl is always world-weary, with a neutral style. It's clean, there's no reason why the bedside is so messy.

Sanadaling walked over, tapped the stickers lightly with her fingernails, trying not to tear them, one, two, three were torn off by her, revealing the traces that some people wanted to cover up.

The originally smooth and flat wood is now covered with potholes and semicircular marks, and the sunken places are some dark brown stains, which are rotten and smelly.

Sanada Ling's complexion suddenly sank, and a layer of ice froze in his eyes, staring at these traces.

These, these are left after the fingernails are pressed hard, even so hard that the nails crack and bleed, and the ten fingers connect to the heart. How much pain is it that can make a little girl leave these in extreme despair.

And this angle, this location. Fuck!
Sanada Ling took pictures of these things with her mobile phone, took out a tissue and pressed them on the marks, picked out some brown sawdust, wrapped them up and went back for testing, and glued the stickers back one by one to restore them to their original state.

Before leaving, I looked down at the girl in the photo frame, is death a relief for you?
Toyama Ginshiro looked at the figure of Sanada Rei, finished his words, and they could leave, "Mr. Muroi, thank you for your cooperation. It's getting late, let's take our leave."

Mr. Muroi stood up and said politely, "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

In the police car, three people sat in the back, and the Imada police department was driving.

Hattori Heiji leaned over, "You have been inside for so long, and you found something."

Sanada Ling still gave Hattori the picture taken by the mobile phone, took out the memory card from his pocket and handed it to Minister Toyama, and handed him the sawdust wrapped in a paper towel, "Just in case, go back to the police station to do a DNA comparison , See if it belongs to Muroi Juan."

Toyama Ginshiro looked at the two things in his hand, this child will always be beyond his imagination.

Hattori Heiji stared at the picture on the phone. At first, he couldn't see what it was. After slowly zooming in, his fingers suddenly stopped, "This is, this is the mark of the fingernail. It's so deep. What happened at that time?"

The corner of Sanada Ling's mouth twitched slightly: "Maybe the memory card can tell us everything about what happened in that room."

"By the way, let me add that that man is a domestic violence man."

Hattori Heiji frowned, "No wonder his wife felt something was wrong, what did you see?"

"When I went to the bathroom, I knocked her, and the sleeves were rolled up. There were bruises all over her. The marks seemed to be pulled by a belt, and there were injuries on her waist."

Hattori Heiji's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Bastard!"

"Also," Sanada Ling frowned, "There is a surveillance camera in the flower pot on the window sill of their bathroom. Did the police find it again when they came to investigate last time?"

Install surveillance in a private place like the bathroom?Toyama Ginshiro looked at the Imada police department.

The Imada police department met Minister Toyama through the rearview mirror, trembled unconsciously, and said nervously, "I didn't, I didn't pay attention to it, I will go back and ask the police officer who came to collect evidence at that time."

After the group returned to the police station, the Imada police department immediately went to call people over for questioning. Toyama Ginshiro handed the tissue to the forensic doctor, "Immediately conduct a DNA comparison with Muroi Azalea's blood."

Forensic doctor: "Understood, I'll go right away."

He grabbed another police officer and handed him the storage card, "Now release the contents inside."

"Yes, yes, I'll open it now."

The police officer took the memory card, took out a card reader from the drawer, and inserted it into the computer. The content in the card was only a video.

"Minister Yuanshan, do you want to play it now?"

"Play."

The police officer immediately clicked the mouse, and the whole picture was displayed on the computer screen. The screen was dark and the angle was a bit crooked. It was taken with a mobile phone, and the location seemed to be her bedroom.

Within two seconds, a human head suddenly appeared on the screen, it was Muroi Azalea, the picture was shaking a little, she seemed to be adjusting the angle, and finally stabilized.

The girl's voice came through the computer speaker,

"This angle should be able to take pictures, I hope he won't find out."

"This should be my only chance."

"He went to drink with others again today, I hope he had better not come back."

"If I could, I wish I had never been adopted by him."

After the girl said these words on her own, she turned over and lay down on the bed to sleep, but the video was still being recorded.

In less than an hour, there was a sudden sound of the doorknob shaking up and down in the video, followed by a man's voice, "Damn girl, locked the door again."

Soon the door was hit hard enough to shatter the door, and then there was the sound of the key turning again.

Muroi Cuckoo was awakened the moment the sound came out, and curled up in the corner of the bed like a frightened bird, tightly covering her mouth.

Soon, the door was opened.

A man in a suit appeared in the video. He was obviously drunk and his gait was a little unsteady, but it could still be seen that he was Mr. Muroi who visited today.

"Hiding here again, not obedient at all."

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I... made a mistake, I don't dare to fight anymore. Please, I will work hard and study hard. Don't fight anymore."

The man sneered disdainfully, "You are the same as your father's trash."

The man seemed to be tired from kicking, so he took a break to catch his breath, "Why don't you cry, keep crying, don't stop."

After hearing no sound for a long time, the man became angry again, "Little bastard!"

"I'll know what to say tomorrow," he sneered again, "It's okay if you don't know, anyway, you little bastard doesn't have many friends, and the teacher won't care about you."

The fingers were released, and the girl fell back to the ground with a bang, and now she couldn't even cry out for mercy.

The man picked up the belt and walked away, leaving only the hurt girl lying on the ground.

The police station fell into dead silence, not to mention the soft-hearted female police officers, even the male police officers had red eyes and angry faces.

"Damn it! I'll bring him back right now, I must beat him to death, you bastard!"

　Still the abridged version.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)