Things that solve crimes

Everyone discussed for a long time before the meeting ended. After the meeting, the police began to check hotels, hostels, TKV and other places where they could stay.

On the first day, there was no news, but everyone was still full of confidence.

The next day, there was no news, and everyone's confidence faded a little.

On the third day, there was still no news, and those who were impatient could no longer sit still.

On the fourth day, there was still no news, and my patience could no longer hold out.

On the fifth day, there was still no news, and everyone's faces fell.

On the sixth day, everyone gathered in the conference room, all with sad faces.

Director He sighed. He was almost, almost able to catch the person. This feeling of not being able to get up or down made him feel so tired.

Qin Henian held his chin with his hand and was thinking about what was wrong. After a while, he said, "We can all think of these places. Do you think Yang Li can think of them? Will he still go?"

"Reverse thinking." An old detective narrowed his eyes, "What if Yang Li really got Song Zhouyi's true biography."

"Then he must have thought that the police would have thought of these places and would not have chosen them."

Everyone frowned, if this was really the case, it would be troublesome.

In the silence, Qin Henian spoke up, "Maybe we should start a crackdown on pornography."

Question marks popped up in everyone's head, but some smart people understood what it meant.

They all forgot that you could stay overnight in that kind of place, and because Yang Li hated call girls so much, everyone subconsciously ignored this.

But what if Yang Li thinks so too? Instead, just stay in that place?

With the clues in hand, the police started a new round of search. This time, everyone was not as confident as they were at the beginning.

There was no news on the first day, and everyone was indifferent. They were used to it.

There was no news the next day, everyone nodded, it was normal.

No news on the third day, everyone: daily operations.

On the fourth day, there was finally news. Everyone asked: Has God shown his spirit?

Everyone was excited, it felt so good to be hit by a pie.

The person who provided clues to the police was a barber in the barber shop, whose stage name was Annie.

Of course, this barber shop is not a serious barber shop, and the barber is not serious.

According to Annie's confession, Yang Li was introduced by an acquaintance of hers a month ago.

Yang Li was very generous, but he had a very strange request. He booked a room in a barber shop. He was always elusive and would only find someone once in a while.

In their line of work, they have seen a lot of weird things, and Annie didn't care about it until Yang Ye left the barber shop four days ago.

According to Annie's story, the police arrested her acquaintance Brother Yiqiang.

Brother Qiang was sitting on the chair in the interrogation room, panicking. He tried hard to recall whether he had committed any crime, and then he was sadly discovered that he had committed many crimes.

Two interrogators walked in, and the fat detective placed a thick pile of information on the table before sitting down.

Ever since Brother Qiang put this pile of information in front of him, his feet couldn't stop shaking. Could this be all evidence of his guilt?

After the routine questioning, the fat detective asked, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Brother Qiang shook his head tremblingly.

"Do you know Yang Li?" the fat detective asked again.

Hearing the familiar name Yang Li, Brother Qiang nodded quickly, "I know you."

"A month ago, I went to places such as bars and hotels to post small advertisements. At that time, Yang Li looked depressed and looked like he was either being dumped or being cheated on."

"Then I approached him and introduced him to Anne."

After getting the clues he wanted, Brother Qiang was quickly transferred to the anti-pornography brigade. He thought that joining the anti-pornography brigade would give him an unforgettable experience.

After several days of investigation by the police, they finally found out that Yang Li went to Song's mother's house after leaving the barber shop.

After learning the news, an idea flashed in Qin Henian's mind. He took out his cell phone and called Mother Song.

"Grandma Song, I want to ask something. Do you have any spare room in your house that is not occupied?" he asked.

Mother Song said, "Yes, there is an old house we used to have at the end of the street."

"This house was used by Song Zhouyi's father and I when we got married. We lived there for more than ten years before we moved to our current accommodation." Speaking of this, Song's mother's tone became gentler.

"Do you still have the key to that house?" Qin Henian continued.

"I'll look for it." After Mrs. Song said, the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the other end of the phone.

After a while, Song's mother-in-law said anxiously, "The key is missing."

"When did you disappear?" Qin Henian asked hurriedly.

Mother Song said, "Let me think about it," and continued after a long time, "It seems that since that person came to visit me half a month ago, he has never seen the key again."

"We will help you get it back." Qin Henian said while suppressing his excitement.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Henian told He Bureau this clue.

"Yang Li is the heir of Song Zhouyi, so it is normal for him to choose the place here." He said.

Considering Yang Li's current character, killing people at his master's place is both a testimony and a proof.

At this time, there was a thunder in the sky, and everyone's expressions changed. On a rainy day, the murderer was about to kill again. Everyone did not dare to delay and rushed to the Song family's old house immediately.

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Guo Jingshu woke up from a coma, "Uh huh huh" and a circle of transparent tape was wrapped around her mouth, preventing her from making any sound.

She was panicking and wanted to move her hands and feet, but she was disappointed. Her hands and feet were tied and she could not move.

"Uh huh" She wanted to shout for help, but no sound came out.

Panic gradually took over her heart, and she squirmed desperately and shook her head.

The next second, her pupils shrank suddenly. Not far away from her, there were two electric saws, several black bags, and a large bucket of unknown liquid.

What was even more frightening was that there was dark red blood on the chainsaw. Guo Jingshu was even more frightened, and she struggled even harder...

At this time, a man came over. He was wearing a white coat and a mask.

Holding the computer in his hand, he put it down, turned on the camera, then slowly put on disposable medical gloves, picked up a syringe and walked towards Guo Jingshu.

"Uh huh" Guo Jingshu shook her head desperately, with a look of pleading in her eyes.

The man stood beside the bed, his hand sliding over Guo Jingshu's exquisite curves, and a muffled voice came from under the mask, "This figure is really good, no wonder so many people like her."

"Since so many people like it, why don't you give it to them? Anyway, you like to be with different men, so stay with them forever."

At the end of the sentence, the man laughed loudly, and then under Guo Jingshu's horrified eyes, he inserted the syringe into her forearm, and then slowly pushed the unknown liquid into her body.

Soon after, Guo Jingshu's eyes slowly closed, and the last thing she saw was the man holding a scalpel...