Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

My watch tells me it's a little past four in the morning, and the thought of going back to my transformed apartment at this time makes me ache all over again, thinking that I might not have the strength to put the mattress back on the bed, even if it was in place , I have to make my own bed, and then I may not be able to sleep much, because Baisha will know about these changes at eight o'clock at the latest, and she will definitely call me. I thought that Huangfu Feili was still waiting for me, she would definitely wait, but I had to let her wait. I hailed a taxi, went to a hammam, barely undressed, wrapped a towel, and staggered into the baking room.

In the very hot air, while sweating profusely, the whole body slowly relaxes, and the pain on the body begins to ease and be forgotten. A waiter kept coming in and out, putting cold towels on my head and changing them.This time he came in with a bucket of cold water and said to me: A policeman outside said he wanted to see you, and he said his surname was Mi. Tell him to come in by himself. He can't come in, he's fully armed, he's soaking wet within two minutes of being in. Tell him I can't go out, I'm going to catch a cold. The waiter goes out. Five minutes later, Mi Shanlou came in, his whole body was on fire.

Little one, you listen.Officer Mi said: I am your backer, don't make a mistake. He took off his police jacket and tie and put them on the wooden chair. I rely on no one.I said: I just want to get rid of the soreness on my body, and I can't go out and talk to you. What do you want, just say it. Well, I said, little one.Shanlou said: You played the trick twice, I don’t know where you played it, but it’s very clever, and I won’t pursue where you played it anymore, the safe has been opened, and Feng Laili and Le Jimei have also all tricked you. Well, Zimomou turned out to be the largest collector of antiques in California. He only collects limited and fixed sources, and all the things he collects have buyers in advance, so he has been playing under our noses for so many years. Tricks, we simply don't know.This is good, and many cases have been solved in one go.

So this time, no matter what tricks your kid plays, I will forget it.However, the murder case is still not solved. I personally think that your understanding of the murder case is a level deeper than that of our police. The murder is my responsibility, I can't deny it, you tell me everything you know, I will never bother you again, let you be comfortable alone, and die here. I said: You are too stubborn about some aspects of this murder case, so you drilled into a dead end. Not necessarily, Tang Nuo, he said: Let me tell you a fact, the only place where blowing arrows can be blown is Huangfu Feili's studio.The only time it is possible to use a blowbow gun to blow darts is when Huangfu Feili and Ha Xuewei are together. At this time, Ha Xuewei saw the blowbow gun protruding from the bathroom window, aiming and aiming based on this evidence , a first-degree murder case could be established.

Can?I asked. Shanlou began to sweat, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead.You bastard, he said: stop arguing with me, just tell me what you know, so that I can get out of this damn place early. Your prejudice is too deep.I said. What's the meaning? You said that the only place where blowing arrows can be blown is Huangfu Feili's studio. Yes, is there a problem? There are some problems, the blow arrow cannot come out of the studio. You are a big fool, Don Nuo.Shanlou said angrily, "Let's try to take this bastard's long pistol and stand in this small storage room. No matter where you stand, even if you stick your upper body out of the window as much as possible, you can't hold it." A blow dart was blown up to Huangfu's chest. As for the blow dart stuck in a high log, I agree with you, it probably was blown up in the room. Very difficult, the hell is five feet four inches long, Dono.

What kind of rifling does this blowgun have?I asked. Rifle?What do you mean?Shanlou asked. You can ask the ballistic department to appraise it for you!I said: You find a bullet, you find a gun, you look at the rifle in the gun, and then try to fire a bullet to see if the bullet came from this gun You are getting worse and worse.Shanlou said: "What's the rifling line of the blowing arrow gun?" Oh Officer Mi, I said: Are you telling me now that you have no way of identifying a blow dart as blown from a particular blowgun? How about the identification method? Then, I said: How can you be sure that the blow arrow that killed Huangfu was blown from Huangfu's blowgun?

Shanlou looked at me, wanted to say something, but stopped automatically.He grabbed the handkerchief, wiped his forehead, and reached into his collar to wipe his neck.You son of a bitch.He said. Come on, I repeat: how can you be sure it came from this blowgun? We can't be sure.Shanlou said slowly. In that case, I say: Another possibility is interesting. Wait a minute, Tang Nuo.If you think about it again, this blow dart must have come out of this blowgun. why? Bowguns are not mass-produced, each one is made to order.When blowing arrows are made, they are specially made for a certain blowing gun, and these blowing arrows are matched with this blowing gun.This set was brought back from Borneo by Mr. Huangfu. Everyone has seen it during the exhibition, and it is impossible to confuse it.

certainly. Why? Because they are made for each other.The blow dart is made according to the blowgun. So.I said: Since we have a blowgun, we can make a special blow dart, and of course we can also make a special blow dart. Pu Lou wiped his hands with a handkerchief, wiped his forehead and neck again, and said: Damn it, I must get out of here quickly. Is someone keeping you?I asked. you! how come? You refuse to tell me what you know. But I've been talking about blowguns with you. Well, let's talk about it.It seems to me that these darts are fired from that blowgun.No matter what you say, it must be.

you sure? Of course, I'm sure. That dart in the wood, it's pretty deep, isn't it? Do you think Mrs. Huangfu blew into the room from the window of the studio, through the light well? This is the only explanation.It is only possible from that place, from the angle you study its origin, it points directly to that window, there is almost no other place possible. Before you say it's impossible, you should think about the possibility.I said: Let me ask you first, have you taken a blow dart, put it in a blowgun, and blow it to see, how deep can you blow the dart into the wood?

No, why try? Might be a worthwhile experiment. The wood is there, and the dart is still in the wood, so you can't argue with me. I didn't argue hard with you.I said: I’m just telling you that it’s impossible for Feili to blow a dart from such a far place and penetrate it so deep into the wood.I can even challenge you, at your size, with this blowgun and the same dart, and you can't blow as deep into a log as long as the tip of your blowgun is three or four feet away. What do you really want to tell me, tell me.Shanlou said. I'll tell you the truth, I said: your problem is here you see a blowgun for shooting darts, and you see a blowgun for shooting in a blowgun, and all of a sudden, You think the darts must have come from a blowgun.

If you're that smart, where do you think it came from?As Shanlou asked, he wiped the sweat from his face and neck, "Hurry up, I can get out of here quickly." You can roll whenever you want.I said: But my idea is that someone built a short-barreled weapon, probably fired with compressed air.This man was standing next to Huangfu in the storage room, and shot a blow dart into Huangfu Youtian's chest.After Huangfu Youtian fell, the man put another blowing arrow into his self-made weapon, aligned a special position he wanted, and shot an arrow at the wood. From the angle I thought it was shot from the studio opposite the window. I thought it would have been a perfectly flawless murder, but the murderer had made a blunder that exposed the complete crime.That is, the murderer underestimated the power of compressed air, which is much greater than the power of a person blowing with his mouth. As soon as I saw the situation in the room, I knew at a glance that the blow dart nailed to the wood was the second blow dart that was deliberately shot after killing someone. You can imagine it yourself, if you were Huangfu Youtian, if you were standing near the window, and someone blew a poisonous arrow in and stuck it in the wood, and missed you, you would still go to the window, put your hand on the window, and look up. Crook your neck and invite someone to come and shoot you a second time?You have to remember that this guy is a person with rich experience in life, who has been in and out of the wilderness again and again. The first time I saw the blow dart stuck in the wood, I knew it couldn't have come from a blowgun. I sit more comfortably, lean back and close my eyes. Shanlou went to the door and barked at the waiter: Hey, get me a towel, God. He came back, stood with his feet apart, looked at me from top to bottom, and wiped his forehead, neck and hands with the towel he asked for from the waiter, and then, suddenly, he rolled the towel into a ball, He fell to the ground, picked up his jacket, turned and walked towards the door without a word. He walked all the way to the door and turned around.You are right, he asked: Who did it? Try the last person who saw him alive.I said, closing my eyes: Don't you often teach rookie policemen like this? Shanlou stood still for a while without saying a word, and then I heard the sound of a swinging door swing telling me he was out.Suddenly the door was pushed, and he came back and said: If it wasn't so hot here, it was too exhausting, or I would have kicked you in the ass of an impolite mule, but it's too hot here, thank you.