8 p.m., In a house in sharp end.
Crack, crack, crack ...
The camera kept flashing.
Zhao Yu stood in the middle of the room, looking at the body on the ground.
The lights were dim, and the room was decorated in a somewhat depressing and strange way.
"The deceased's name is Huang lican," Zeng ke began to report to Zhao Yu."He's the person in charge of the port's container yard. He's 51 years old, divorced, has two children, and his son lives with him ..."
"According to preliminary estimates, the deceased died at about fouro' clock this afternoon. The cause of death should be suffocation after being tied up by a rope ...
"The first person to find the body was his son. He found the scene after returning home from work.
"According to his confession, he said that when he entered the scene, the door was open ..."
After listening to Zeng ke's report, Zhao Yu squatted down and touched the dead man's arm with his gloved hand. A golden goatle suddenly appeared.