Let go of the murderer and let me come!

For the first time, Lin Sihang felt that making a phone call would be so difficult, even more difficult than asking him to do a high school math problem again. Song Haozhe leaned on the fence of the rooftop, smoking a cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Sihang stared at the phone number and contact person for half an hour, and finally pressed it cruelly.

While waiting for the phone to connect, Lin Sihang suddenly remembered that when he received the news of Lin Siyang's death in the line of duty, it was the director himself who notified him on the phone.

Zhao Bureau...

Will it be as difficult to speak as it is now?

"...Which one?" Li Le's voice sounded weak and hoarse.

Lin Sihang subconsciously grabbed Song Haozhe's hand to feel relieved, hesitated for a while and said, "It was me... Li Ling's autopsy report came out..."

Li Le didn't speak, but through the receiver, he could hear Li Le's breathing gradually getting heavier, looking very nervous.

"It's mechanical suffocation..." Lin Sihang licked his dry lips.

Song Haozhe stubbed out the cigarette, pinched the back of Lin Sihang's neck with one hand, trying to make Lin Sihang relax.

"I see." Li Le spoke in a very soft voice, pausing for a few seconds before continuing, "Thank you."

Lin Sihang didn't heave a sigh of relief until the busy tone came from the phone, and by the time he realized it, his palms were already sweating from tension.

He thought that Li Le would cry, get angry, or refuse to accept it, but he never thought that Li Le would say the four words "I see" so calmly.

"You..." Lin Sihang turned around and put his arms around Song Haozhe's waist, "Back then, when you heard about Uncle, you were also sad, right?"

Song Haozhe touched Lin Sihang's back, and comforted him, "I was too young at that time, I just remember that when I woke up from the hospital bed, a policeman told me that my father had died, I can't say it was sad, it just felt... a little helpless accept."

"And then?" Lin Sihang raised his head and asked.

"I want to remember something, but I can't remember anything..." Song Haozhe frowned, as if he was about to fall into memory, "I have a terrible headache... the surrounding noises are also noisy, which makes me feel scared and scared. Trying to grab something, only to find that there is nothing for me to grab except the railing of the hospital bed..."

Lin Sihang rubbed Song Haozhe's cheek with the tip of his nose, "Who will take care of you from now on?"

"I have no impression." Song Haozhe said.

Song Haozhe didn't remember what he said. I don't know if he didn't want to think about it, or he really didn't. Lin Sihang squeezed Song Haozhe's hand distressedly, turned around and said with a sigh, "Go down first."

"What about you?" Song Haozhe asked behind Lin Sihang.

Lin Sihang paused in his walking posture, then turned around slowly, and said calmly, "In my heart, I have never accepted it until now."

Fang Bo and the others were looking at the transcript. Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang only had time to look up when they came back, "How is it? How did Brother Li Ling react?"

Lin Sihang shrugged his shoulders, picked up Song Haozhe's cup and drank a few sips of water, his voice was comfortable before he said unrealistically, "It's very calm, it feels like listening to me say 'eat fried chicken tonight'."

Han Yue sighed and tapped on the keyboard.

"When the matter is over, you can ask him to come to the bureau to talk to me." Fang Bo said.

"What's wrong?" Song Haozhe asked with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not sure yet, but many people will react differently after hearing more shocking news, such as loose thinking, indifferent emotion, and a little dull..." Fang Bo stroked his chin with his hand Momo, "I need to meet Li Le to know the specifics. I think he has not accepted the fact now, but has trapped himself in his own thinking."

"That is to say, not only did he not accept the facts, but he thought what we were telling were lies?" Lin Sihang opened his mouth, a little dumbfounded.

Fang Bo nodded.

"That's it..." Song Haozhe clapped his hands, bringing a few people back to their senses, "Yang Yizong and Fang Bo, you two, go and visit around Li Ling's house to see if the neighbors have heard anything, Han Yue investigates the surveillance around Li Ling Video, Li Ling's activity track in the day before the incident, who he met... and what he did, Sun Shaoshi was reading the transcript, called Li Ling's father, and asked him and Lu Qin about the incident. What did you do the day before, Zhang Tuo checks Fang Yue!"

"Received!" Several people were gearing up.

Song Haozhe hooked his fingers towards Lin Sihang, "I'll go to the Trace Department with you Brother Lin, and the meeting will be held later!"

The trace department is on the other side of the corridor on the same floor. The officer in charge of collecting evidence at the scene was named Liu. He looked older, but he was meticulous and responsible in his work.

"Sihang, you told me earlier that I specifically extracted the physical evidence on the bed sheet I brought back for testing, but it's a pity that I didn't find anything." Officer Liu shook his head, "Could it be that piece? Something went wrong?"

Lin Sihang nodded, "There is indeed a problem. Think about it, since the murderer wants to forge evidence, the bed sheets that Li Ling was lying on at that time will definitely be replaced with new ones. Now that the sleeping pills have been sent to investigate, I think there is still a need to go to the bed." Go to the scene, we need to find the sheets that were changed."

Song Haozhe nodded, took the trace report from Police Officer Liu, turned around and walked out the door.

"Officer Liu looks quite old..." Lin Sihang pinched his chin with his hands and turned his head while walking, "Is he an old policeman in the bureau?"

"At least I've been doing it for quite a few years..." Song Haozhe put a hand on Lin Sihang's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"Many years?..." Lin Sihang turned his head, looked at Song Haozhe's handsome face close at hand, and asked uncertainly, "Uncle, who was responsible for the case 20 years ago?"

When Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang were walking near Li Ling's house, they happened to meet Yang Yizong and Fang Bo who came out from the house next door.

"How is it?" Song Haozhe asked.

"The owner of this neighbor died of illness two years ago, and it has been vacant since then. I happened to see the owner's daughter who came here to pick up things today, but she didn't come back on the day of the incident... When I heard that someone died at the opposite door, I was so scared that I wanted to sell the house quickly." Fang Bo frowned, a little helpless, "Who is it..."

"Where's the landlord?" Lin Sihang asked.

"Stop talking..." Yang Yizong hugged his chest, "The landlord is abroad. Li Ling found a house through an intermediary. The contract expired last month and she hasn't had time to renew the contract. The landlord sees that she lives in a good place, and the rent is not bad. The call was timely, and there was no reminder, it was only when we contacted that we found out that something happened!"

"Okay..." Song Haozhe narrowed his eyes and swayed around twice. "Let's find something first."

"What are you looking for?" Fang Bo asked.

"Sheets and quilts." Lin Sihang clapped his hands, "Turn through the trash can!"

This time when he entered Li Ling's house, Lin Sihang frowned. The first time he came, there were a lot of police officers handling the case, but Lin Sihang didn't pay attention. Only when he came today did he realize that Li Ling's house always felt very empty.

"Go and have a look in the cabinet first." Song Haozhe said, ready to call Sun Shaoshi, "I asked Xiaobai to ask Fang Yue, how many sets of bed sheets and quilts are there at home?"

Lin Sihang nodded, and entered the bedroom with Yang Yizong.

There is nothing special in the cabinet, except that the clothes that are not worn in winter are packed in compression bags and placed on the top, and the neatly packed clothes are stacked together.

"Not here." Lin Sihang closed the cabinet door.

Li Ling's house is not big, and there is nothing else in the cabinet except clothes.

Yang Yizong subconsciously squatted down and looked under the bed.

"Brother Lin!"

Lin Sihang followed Yang Yizong's voice and looked over, within a few seconds Yang Yizong pulled out the three large drawers under the bed, and inside were neatly placed sheets, quilt covers and pillows.

"It's clean."

"Fang Yue said that in addition to the set on the bed, there are also three sets in the drawer under the bed at home." Song Haozhe hung up the phone and walked over, squatting beside Lin Sihang, flipping through the drawer with his hand and looking at "here There are two sets... plus the one from Traces... plus the one we're looking for..."

"Fuck?" Lin Sihang stood up abruptly, "Are you sure Fang Yue is right? There are four sets in total!"

"She and Li Ling have lived here for so long, it's impossible for her to remember the sets of sheets and quilts in her house." Song Haozhe continued to squat, frowning and said uncertainly, "Who comes in to kill people, and will take another set?"

"Could it be like this..." Fang Bo leaned against the door of the bedroom. "In normal households, bed sheets and quilts are usually put in the closet, but Li Ling's house is small, and the closet can't fit the clothes. After the murderer came in to commit the crime, he saw that the sheets were dirty and wanted to replace them with new ones, but he couldn’t find them in the closet, because he couldn’t think normally when he was in a panic, so he ignored the drawer under the bed and went straight out to replace them. Bought a set...”

"It means that the murderer is not familiar with Li Ling's family?" Lin Sihang looked at Song Haozhe and asked.

"It always feels a little weird..."

The four of them were thinking about it when there was a sudden movement outside the door.

"Who!" Song Haozhe stood up abruptly, strode to the door.

A courier boy stood stupidly at the door, seeing Song Haozhe trembled twice before asking, "Who are you...?"

"Who are you?" Lin Sihang asked with a straight face.

"I'm the only one delivering the courier!" The little brother stomped his feet on the spot. "No one told me that something happened here! I came here with the courier and only looked at the cordon outside!"

"Nonsense!" Yang Yizong stretched out his hand to hold the courier brother's arm, "Everyone around here knows that you are a courier delivering goods around here every day, how could you not know?"

The courier boy guessed what the four of them were doing when he saw this posture, he was a little incoherent, and explained anxiously, "I didn't lie! You can't wrong me! I was delivering things to that girl that day, and suddenly something happened in the afternoon. I asked for a few days off, and came back to work as soon as I came back today, who would have thought of it!"

"When?" Song Haozhe asked with a frown.

"Three...three days ago!" The courier brother thought for a while, "Yes! I came to deliver something that morning!"

The courier boy's words stunned the few. It was the day Li Ling had an accident three days ago.

"You said you saw Li Ling himself?" Fang Bo asked.

The courier brother saw the serious expressions of the four people, and nodded quickly, "Yes, I often come to deliver the courier to that girl! That's right, she was herself that day!"

"What time?" Lin Sihang asked.

"In the morning...it's less than ten o'clock!" The courier boy said with certainty, "She took it herself! She even signed it!"

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