Infinite nonsense

"Qiao Jing...what are you talking about..." Yang Mo couldn't hide the shocked look on his face and looked at Qiao Jing's back with his mouth half open.

"You said you were at home on the day of the crime?" Lawyer Lin frowned and asked in confusion.

"Yes." Qiao Jing said calmly.

"What on earth does this guy... want to do... Could it be that he pretended to cooperate with us in the trial in order to remove the criminal suspicion on himself... He actually acted so similar from beginning to end... "Zhang Min looked at him angrily with wide eyes.

What is the difference between this and luring a wolf into the house?

Zhang Min glanced at Qiu Xin and his pupils dilated instantly.

Qiu Xin's face showed a look of shock with his mouth half open.

After Zhang Min saw this, his heart instantly hit rock bottom and his last glimmer of hope was shattered.

I see, even you, old man, can have unpredictable results... And we are the ones who caused this result...

It's almost reached its limit...

Zhang Min sighed and his limbs became a little weak.

"I see... Since you said that you were not at the crime scene but at home when the crime occurred that day." Lawyer Lin cast his eyes from the documents to Qiao Jing.

"Then do you have any relevant witnesses to prove your alibi when the crime occurred that day?"

People in the court hearing gradually stopped whispering and looked at Qiao Jing, who was silent in the audience.

Zhang Min couldn't help but sneer after hearing this.

"Don't be stupid... You don't have any alibi witnesses at all... How can you possibly answer this question... You are 100% the real culprit who killed He Jiaqing... ..." Zhang Min was extremely certain of this fact.

12 hours ago.

"What if the inference turns out that he is not the real murderer..." Zhang Min kept wandering in the living room and worried.

"Don't worry, even if I'm not completely sure whether he is really the murderer, I definitely have a 50% certainty rate." Qiu Xin put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and watched the movement of the cigarette before turning to look at Zhang Min smiled.

"How could such a thing be possible..." Zhang Min looked at Qiu Xin's face in disbelief and trembled.

"It can be done." Qiu Xin looked at Zhang Min's reaction and said strangely.

After hearing this, Zhang Min gritted his teeth and roared.

"Don't be kidding! The murderer's fingerprints, hair, such decisive physical evidence did not exist at the crime scene! In terms of witnesses, except for those in the unit building opposite He Jiaqing who accidentally saw the curtains in He Jiaqing's bedroom on the balcony, How can we confirm that he is the real murderer if we don’t even see the shadow of the murderer in the scene stained with vermilion paint?!”

Qiu Xin looked at Zhang Min's somewhat excited state and opened his mouth.

"I have obtained the fingerprints of the murderer who committed the crime that day."

"Huh?" Zhang Min didn't react for a moment and said with wide eyes and shock.

Qiu Xin turned to look at the breeze blowing from time to time outside the house and continued.

"How is it possible...how did you do it...the identification team searched He Jiaqing's house and couldn't find a single fingerprint?!" Zhang Min said in surprise.

"Ah... it really took me a lot of time to get this fingerprint." Qiu Xin said as he took a roll of transparent tape from the coffee table.

"I had a hundred courages to succeed for this physical evidence." Qiu Xin gritted his teeth and tore off a small piece of tape and carefully stuck it on his thumb.

"You..." Zhang Min slowly opened his eyes and looked at Qiu Xin's movements.

"Ah, you are right." Qiu Xin said as he tore off the tape on his thumb and looked up at Zhang Min with a smile.

"I got Zhang Qiaojing's fingerprints." Qiu Xin pinched the edge of the tape and carefully showed the small piece of tape to Zhang Min.

Zhang Min froze on the spot and looked at the tape in Qiu Xin's hand for a while before shouting.

"Wait...wait a minute! Is there water in your head!? Even if you get Zhang Qiaojing's fingerprints, if they are not the fingerprints from the scene on the day of the crime, it will be useless to hold this in court?!"

"So it's easy for you to forget everything you said when you get excited." Qiu Xin sighed helplessly.

"What I got were the fingerprints from when the crime occurred that day." Qiu Xin said with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhang Min became more and more surprised and had no idea what Qiu Xin was talking about.

Qiu Xin sighed when he saw that Zhang Min couldn't understand.

"Do you still remember the "headphones" that Qiao Jing showed us when he left?"

"Ah... I know this! The abilities he displayed were obtained from that thing, but what does this have to do with headphones... Wait a minute!" Zhang Min reacted instantly.

"Did you...when you got his headphones just now, did you get the fingerprints he left when he committed the crime that day?!"

"Yes, it is true that theoretically speaking, there may be no traces left on the surface of the earphones from the incident that day, but I still took a gamble." Qiu Xin shined the transparent tape under the light and smiled.

"Bet he hasn't been touched by anyone except me. Until the crime was committed, this was the first time he gave his headphones to an outsider."

"Do you know why he rubbed me so hard?" Qiu Xinxiao asked Zhang Min.

"Why?" Zhang Min's mind went blank.

"Because he wants to use this to gain my trust in him." Qiu Xin stood up and put on the coat on the sofa.

"It is precisely because he took advantage of me that I can continue to make this risky move. He thinks too highly of me and thinks that I am 100% sure that he is the real murderer of He Jiaqing." Qiu Xin buttoned up his police uniform. Calmly.

"He's just a kid in junior high school. I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful. I also underestimated him."

Zhang Min couldn't help but ask as he watched Qiu Xin's practice.

"What are you going to do now?"

Qiu Xin turned to look at Zhang Min and smiled.

"Fingerprint verification, do you want to go?"

Eight hours later, the police inspection room.

"The fingerprints are barely attached to the earphones, and with your fingerprints, my workload has been completely increased by you!" A forensic doctor wearing a white mask and rubber gloves on his hands frowned and looked at it. Qiu Xin, who looked like it had nothing to do with me, felt his teeth itching with hatred.

"Oh! You underestimate yourself too much, Lao Gao! A mere fingerprint means nothing! You swept BJ City back then..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop flattering me! Stop nagging me about old things!" Lao Gao sighed and took off his gloves.

"What's the result of Mr. Gao's appraisal?" Zhang Min couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart and asked.

"It's not bad. The fingerprints stayed for a long time and the results show that there were indeed fingerprints left two hours before the incident that day."

"In this case..." Zhang Min stood there stupidly.

"Yes, congratulations on finding the first piece of real physical evidence in this case, but I'm afraid the public won't believe you with such barely abstract evidence." Lao Gao shrugged.

"No, just a little confirmation..." Qiu Xin smiled.

just now.

"So there is no alibi...you definitely don't have one." Zhang Min stared at Qiao Jing's back firmly.

At this time, Qiao Jing seemed to feel the gaze behind him, glanced at Zhang Min, and laughed.

"Innocent."

"I can prove it."

At this time, a loud voice came from the plaintiff's side.

"Zhang Qiaojing was indeed at home on the night when the crime occurred." Suddenly, a slender, young and handsome man stood in front of the courtroom and loudly shouted.

After Lawyer Lin came to his senses, he turned to look at the unexpected man and said unexpectedly.

"Excuse me, are you..."

"Jang Hebin." The man slowly walked to the microphone, bent down and smiled.

"He's Zhang Qiaojing's brother."