Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 257

Motive?

While thinking, Meng Yao casually walked around the office, her eyes sweeping across the desk.Finally, it was fixed on a notebook on the desktop.

Seeing that she had noticed the notebook, Zhang Dongxu explained, "That is Sun Yu's daily record of turnover. I read it, but I didn't find anything of concern."

Glancing at him, Meng Yao casually picked it up and flipped through it, scanning the numbers on it, "This fishing ground seems to have a lot of turnover every day, and it seems to be quite profitable."

Zhang Dongxu answered her words casually, "That's right, otherwise her daughter-in-law would ask for both money and a house, and the daily income here would be at least three or four thousand, and it would be 10,000+ in a month.

It is much better than those of us who eat public food, otherwise people who are a little bit capable will do it by themselves, let alone be their own boss, and earn more money. "

Flipping through the notebook in his hand and listening to what he said, Meng Yao gradually discovered a problem.

"It's strange, the rest of the above records are very clear, why there is a blurred point every two days."

"What is it?" Zhang Dongxu stepped forward curiously, and looked along where Meng Yao pointed.

"This should also be consumed, but why didn't you remember much?
And there is a sum almost every other day! "

The two looked at each other, and Meng Yao handed the notebook to Zhang Dongxu, "Go to Zhang Cheng and ask him to see if he knows anything about it.

In addition, you can find someone who can talk to those villagers and inquire about it, and see what Lin Li said about building a good relationship. "

Nodding his head, Zhang Dongxu walked out with his notebook, Yuan Shuai then walked in and continued to walk around the office with Meng Yao.

Across a curtain, the other is the lounge.

A semi-large double bed, 1.5 meters wide and [-] meters long, with no mat on it, and a thin blanket folded squarely on the pillow.

Meng Yao raised her eyebrows, recalling what Zhang Dongxu had said in her mind, and asked unconsciously, "Didn't Zhang Cheng say that Sun Yu usually likes to be covered with quilts?

But why are the blankets folded here? "

Glancing at Yuan Shuai, Meng Yao stepped forward suspiciously and flipped through the blanket, and found two hairs on the pillow, judging by the color and length, they really looked like Sun Yu's.

"Maybe it's because the blanket is too thin, and it doesn't look good when laid flat!"

Yuan Shuai thought for a while and came to such a conclusion.

Frowning and watching for a while, Meng Yao returned the blanket to its original shape, and called the police to take two photos.

"Let's go, let's go to the kitchen again."

Yuan Shuai was taken aback, "Do you suspect that the murder weapon was in the kitchen?"

"Judging from the incision on the neck of the deceased, the murder weapon was extremely sharp, and the head of the deceased should have been chopped off in one stroke, and the surrounding area was very smooth, and there was no trauma caused by multiple cuts."

Meng Yao answered his question as he walked out the door, and asked a policeman to lead the way.

Out of the door, along the west side of the house is a row of bungalows, which are private rooms for eating in the fishing ground, each of which is an independent room, and there is a simple corridor outside.

The kitchen is in another room separated from Sun Yu's office, and there is a room between the kitchen and the lounge, which is the material warehouse.

As soon as they reached the door of the kitchen, a police officer hurried over and said without even breathing, "Captain Yuan, forensic doctor Meng, the head of the deceased has been found."

　(╰╯) Call it a day, see you tomorrow!

　　Sleep well~(^з^)-☆

　　
　
(End of this chapter)