The villain boss stole the boss

When the fire trucks arrived, everything had already been reduced to ashes.

"A lot of gasoline was poured inside, and the fire started right away." The fire chief with his face covered in black ashes wiped his face, "Fortunately, there are not many things inside, otherwise the loss will be great."

In the original setting, this is a private fire brigade, and the police charge is expensive, and the bill is sent directly to the caller or the victim, but they also have the ability to analyze the fire scene.

Yin Yang walked into the warehouse together with several fire trace analysis experts. As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of smoke and fire rushed over his face. The roof and four walls were burned to blackness, and several rows of iron frames were placed against the wall. Transformed, standing there miserable.

The materials in the warehouse were burnt clean, and the ashes were mixed into a ball by the liquid sprayed from the powerful faucet of the fire truck, and the original shape could not be seen.

Yin Yang walked slowly in the fire field with a cold face, and every step was sunk in the gray mud. These materials, which were full of goodwill from well-meaning people and entrusted the expectations of poor households, were turned into nothing by greed.

Yin Yang was standing in the wasteland-like warehouse, the sunlight leaking from the broken glass windows shone on his face, those eyes that always had a smile like a spring breeze were clearly shrouded in a layer of coldness. murderous look.

According to the material records provided by Dinghua Company, there should be a large amount of cotton fabrics and packaged food here, which are winter supplies to be sent to dozens of impoverished areas across the country.

"Does it look like there are [-] cotton-padded jackets in the ashes here?" Yin Yang asked.

An expert said: "Judging from the thickness of the remaining ash, there should be none, at most [-] pieces."

Ah?There are [-] more?Yin Yang sneered in his heart. He didn't believe that the mastermind behind the scenes would make such a big move like killing people and setting fire to the warehouse for such a little greed.

He pondered for a while: "Then, is this ash really the ash from the cotton jacket?"

Another expert answered: "The burning is so severe that the shape is not preserved at all. If they are all fabrics, it is difficult to distinguish them."

"You check first, and you must confirm what the original form of these ashes is!" Yin Yang glanced coldly around the warehouse, turned and left.

The office of the general manager of Dinghua Company not far from the warehouse is also in a mess. The hard disk of the computer has been removed, and all the paper materials have disappeared.

Yin Yang was not surprised, he dialed Lu Yunfeng's number: "It's the same as what we guessed yesterday."

"I've already received the news. This guy surnamed Lu is still slow-witted. If I did this, by the time you think about it, the ashes will be cold. How can it be smoke and fire to make you Look at the fun..."

"How is your investigation?" Yin Yang interrupted Lu Yunfeng's trembling voice.

"Wei Lin's neighbor said that there was a young woman who frequently came and went in and out of her house a while ago, but the community where Wei Lin used to live was too old, except for a camera installed at the entrance of a small supermarket, there was no one. Monitoring equipment."

"Can the neighbor describe in detail what that woman looks like?"

"Hey, an old lady, what do you expect her to say, just two sentences, "A handsome girl with long hair, she is completely different from that sly Wei Lin", nothing else. Oh, By the way, the old lady showed me her artistic talent and drew the woman for me. I have to say that the painting is very masterful."

Yin Yang was overjoyed. If he could find this woman, he might be able to find new clues.

"let me see."

A few seconds later, Yin Yang received a black and white line drawing on his mobile phone.

Sure enough, he has the style of a master.

Picasso, a proper world-class master.

The author has something to say: 1. If you haven’t seen the little angel in Picasso’s figure painting, you can search it.

2. The Spring Festival holiday is over, and the update will be changed to [-] pm in the future.If there is an accident, I will ask for leave.Run around in circles.