Settled in the sweet spot

"Jiang Xiaoyu, the girl who died under the viaduct, has Tong Yi painted on the sticker in her schoolbag."

An Xu over there understood what he meant. Although he would not be convicted with a flimsy sticker, he was close to the truth of the case.

But what he wanted to talk to He Zheng was not just this matter.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, Fan Xue and Jiang Xiaoyu are not the same person who committed the crime, I am now at the place where Tong Yi held a concert last night..."

After An Xu got out of He Zheng's car with an excuse, he watched the traffic on the street and called his apprentice.

It's been four months since I made a phone call from Africa. I don't know how that bastard Song Zhuima is doing.

As soon as the phone was connected, he heard an excited "Master!", An Xu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, reluctant to let the child be caught by the wolf, and seduced the other side: "Apprentice, it's time to show yourself."

Half an hour later, Song Zhuima picked up An Xu, who was 1.8 meters five, on his electric scooter.

Detective Anda, who was always brilliant on weekdays, now has a slap on his head, and his forehead and arms are wrapped in white gauze. Fortunately, he has a handsome face and a perfect figure, so that he doesn't look so embarrassed.

"Go to the southern outskirts of the city, and the master will take you to experience the crime scene for yourself."

"Okay! After that, can I participate in the investigation?!"

"Uh...it depends on the specific situation."

"All right……"

There is a semi-abandoned football field in the south of the city. Because it has been in disrepair for a long time, only a few retired old men usually play football.

Later, someone found an opportunity and organized a commercial performance. Only three kilometers away from here were there people, because there was a concert just last night, and the long-abandoned football field was not as desolate as before.

Colorful balloons can be seen everywhere on the lawn. It seems that the staff were lazy and didn't clean up the venue, but this is exactly what An Xu expected.

An Xu and Song Zhuima walked to the performance stage in the middle of the stadium. There were still a few rusty shelves behind, and the large trash can was not emptied. An Xu stared at it with a wicked smile on his face.

Patting the little apprentice's shoulder with his right hand, he muttered, "Chasing the horse, the master tells you that the key clues of all cases cannot be separated from the trash can.

Do you see, go, turn it to the bottom and see how many clues you can find. "

As soon as An Xu finished speaking, Song Zhuima's shoulders followed his face immediately collapsed, and he looked at An Xu sadly with a deceived expression.

"Master, you fooled me again! I have turned over the trash can 32 times!"

If his master's arm hadn't been injured, Song Zhuima would definitely shake An Xu's shoulder as hard as before, his master is a liar!

"Short oil~ What did the young man say that you are not fooling around." An Xu started, smiling and Mimi pinched Song Zhuima's cheek.

"What the master taught you is lifelong knowledge, think about it, how happy it is to find evidence from there and bring the criminal to justice.

Digging through the trash can is bittersweet first, and then you don’t need to do it when you become a teacher. Be obedient and go quickly. "He gave Song Zhuima a push.

God damn it was bitter before it was sweet, An Xu couldn't help but rolled his eyes to himself, and stood behind Song Zhuima looking at him.

In August, the trash can was full of flies. Song Zhuima reluctantly put on the gloves An Xu bought on the street, squatted next to the trash can and started to do it.

Drink half of the drink without the lid, unfinished box lunch, paper towels, wet wipes, cotton pads, Song Zhuima turned around, and found a palm-length needle with a needle.

"Master!" Song Zhuima waved the needle at An Xu, "There must be blood in it!"

An Xu's gaze was deep. He couldn't put on his gloves, and bent down to stare at the needle tube in Song Zhuima's hand. There was a thin layer of black and red inside, which was obviously oxidized blood.

"Put it in a bag, look through it again, what else is there?"

"Oh."

An Xu held the bag in his right hand and squinted his eyes to think. Song Zhuima turned the trash can upside down and found nothing else.

When he called He Zhengshi and said Tong Yi's name, An Xu knew that He Zheng's investigation was almost complete, but although there was a common suspect on both sides, he did not believe that the two cases were the same person. cause. "

"I'm asking Xiao Shan to investigate him, Tong Yi is very suspicious, you want to say that Fan Xue was also responsible for Tong Yi?" He Zheng walked out of the school.

"No, it's two people. If Tong Yi moved Jiang Xiaoyu, then the second vampire wants to blame Tong Yi for Fan Xue's case."

"..."

The author has something to say: this one is a bit short (T﹏T), it will be long, trust me.