sincerity of lies

Ji Xun heard half of it beside the household registration department, and he had already developed a strong interest in Qian Shumao.

So he sent another message to Huo Ranyin: "There was an unexpected accident, I still need a search warrant, call for one."

"I'll send someone to bring it to you in an hour." Huo Ranyin asked, "Is my verification machine easy to use?"

Ji Xun was humored: "It's very useful, it would be even better if you can serve it yourself."

The captain of the criminal police is very efficient. It took less than an hour, and only 45 minutes later, Ji Xun got the search warrant he needed.Of course, Huo Ranyin didn't bring the search warrant. Huo Ranyin was still busy and couldn't get away. It was the spectacle detective who was mainly in charge of technical work in Huo Ranyin's team.

All the skilled workers in the office have been dispatched, which shows the extent of the current manpower shortage.

But that's not the point to care about.

It is worth noting that there are two other people living in the home of Qian Shumao, who is single on the household registration book.

A woman in her early thirties and an eight-year-old child.

The children were driven into the room by their mothers to play. As for the mother, she looked calm and entertained them while sitting on the sofa.

Ji Xun is not a policeman, and he has no desire to speak. He just looks at the house on his own, and leaves all the tasks of communicating with Feng Jiamei to the glasses detective.

At the beginning, the detective with glasses asked very smoothly: "Your name? What's the relationship with Qian Shumao?"

"My name is Feng Jiamei, and I am in a cohabitation and love relationship with Lao Qian. You came to the door suddenly, is it..." She was pale, and lightly clasped her hands on her knees, "What happened to my Lao Qian?"

She is a young mother and a young woman.

When she felt uneasy, her lovely and charming style was revealed: "By the way, what's the name of the police officer?"

"My name is Zhong Xiaojin." The glasses detective said.

"It must be rigorous and cautious."

"It's this." Zhong Xiaojin felt a little embarrassed.

The interior of the room is luxuriously decorated, and large emerald Buddha statues are placed on the side table in the hall as decorations. When he entered the door just now, Ji Xun saw the chairs in the study.

The best chair brand in the world, an ergonomic chair costs 1 yuan.

The same is for decoration, some people spend 10,000+, others spend hundreds of thousands, this one should cost millions.

He wandered around with his gaze, and continued to throw Officer Zhong Xiaojin to Ms. Feng Jiamei. Officer Zhong began to ask Feng Jiamei if there was anything unusual about Qian Shumao recently, whether he had provoked any enemies in his life, all kinds of routine questions. .

Feng Jiamei's answer is also normal.

She didn't know much about Qian Shumao's work and friends. In their family, Qian Shumao didn't tell her much about work, and she didn't like to ask, anyway, she couldn't understand.She usually takes care of the children at home, and sometimes goes out to play cards and do beauty treatment.

Suddenly, the door opened.

The little boy who stayed in the room ran out and went straight to the study with the door closed. When his hand touched the doorknob, Feng Jiamei, who had been talking to Zhong Xiaojin in a friendly manner, turned around and shouted loudly: "Don't enter the study! Deaf, didn't you hear me telling you to stay in the room and do your homework?"

The child was so violent that he sat down on the ground and burst into tears on the spot: "Wow, mom scolded me—"

"I'm sorry, Officer Zhong, my child is rather delicate, it's because I didn't teach him well." Turning around again, Feng Jiamei became kind and gentle again.

Zhong Xiaojin obviously didn't have much experience dealing with women, he was a little embarrassed, blushed a little, moved his butt on the sofa uncomfortably: "No, no, sometimes children are just very naughty..."

Ji Xun interjected at this moment: "Why not let him into the study room? Is there still a place in the house that should be kept secret from the children?"

Feng Jiamei smiled: "The study is where Lao Qian works. The child is still young, so I worry that he will mess things up. After all, Lao Qian has a bad temper."

"Then can we go in and have a look?"

"Ah, why don't we wait for the old money to come back..."

"Ms. Feng," Zhong Xiaojin suddenly sobered up, "We have a search warrant, and we must search every corner of the house."

"—Of course." Feng Jiamei said, "You can do whatever you want."

Ji Xun walked in.

The study room was properly tidied up, every book on the shelf was in its own place, there were no loose objects on the coffee table or the carpet, only the desk in the study room contained some used paper and pens.If we say where the owner of this room stays most often, there is no doubt that it is at the desk.

Ji Xun walked to the desk and opened the drawer.

"Yo."

He whistles.

In the drawer, a bottle of silver nitrate, a bag of toffee, and a needle syringe.

An exclamation came from behind, it was Feng Jiamei.

When she followed in, she saw the things in the drawer, and she was full of surprise: "Why do you have these at home?"

"I am also curious about this point. If possible, I would also like to invite Mr. Qian Shumao to answer." Ji Xun said.

"I'll call him and ask him to come back quickly." Feng Jiamei was a little uneasy, and then she added, "Now that there is so much hype on the Internet, he may just be curious... just curious, nothing else, don't think too much, officer .”

"But unfortunately." Ji Xun continued, "Mr. Qian Shumao died in a car accident an hour ago."

February 2, 3:9 p.m., Ning City.

Yuan Yue returned to Ningshi.

He came to visit an important person involved in the case—Sun Fujing, who was also a victim back then and went bankrupt because of the robbery and murder.

Sun Fujing, who was 60 back then, is already in his [-]s this year.

When he visited, Sun Fujing was the only one in the family. Wearing a Chinese-style padded jacket and wearing Buddhist beads, Sun Fujing had a fair face and a healthy body. There were deep smile lines on the corners of his eyes and mouth.

He invited Yuan Yue to sit down and poured tea again.

Yuan Yue noticed that there was a statue of Mazu in the living room, and there was an incense burner in front of the statue. Three incense sticks were burning on the incense burner, and the smell of sandalwood that filled the room overflowed from the three incense sticks that were smoky.

"I didn't believe in God when I was young, but I started praying to God and worshiping Buddha after I went bankrupt." Sun Fujing laughed at himself, "I hope that money is like floating clouds, and my family will be safe."

"The educational institution run by Mrs. Ling should have a good income now." Yuan Yue looked back and asked.

Sun Fujing just smiled: "I'm a dishonest black household, so I can't control these things anymore, it's all taken care of by my wife. Now I'm just a man who eats his wife's soft food."

Yuan Yue: "Mr. Sun, I came to you this time because I want to know more about some things from you."

"What are the things?"

"Do you still remember the robbery and murder case 22 years ago?"

"This is a turning point in my life, how could I not remember it?" Sun Fujing replied, but he added, "After all, 22 years have passed, and I just thought I was impressed, so I dare not say that I remember every detail. No two."

"Hazy memory is inevitable." Yuan Yue nodded, "Do you still remember when the other party broke into your house?"

"About 09:30."

"Why do you remember this prison?"

"Because I was wearing a watch, I hid my arms under my face when I fell down and saw the time."

"How many people came in?"

"Two people."

"Why so sure?"

"I heard their conversation."

"You said they were characterized by..."

"One has a northern accent, one has very long hair and tattoos on his arm."

Twenty-two years have passed, and when talking about these two obvious characteristics, Sun Fujing is still articulate without thinking.

"We have now investigated the identities of the two important suspects who killed Tang Zhixue, but they both have alibi around 9:[-]." Yuan Yue said slowly.

Sun Fujing was also surprised.

He lowered his head and pondered for a long time: "Is there such a possibility...the murderers were not two people, but four people. Two people came to Tang Zhijiao, and two people came to my house, and then they colluded with each other and gave false testimony to each other? I remember one According to video analysis, the perpetrators were all construction workers, and those construction workers ate and slept together, so there is a very high possibility of colluding with each other."

Yuan Yue lowered his head and thought for a while, and seemed to be convinced, he asked again: "So Mr. Sun, do you think that because the number of people involved in the case is much larger than the police imagined, they can easily provide shelter for each other, and the transfer of stolen money is also very convenient?"

"Yes, that's what I thought."

"Then, why did you choose those two people to transfer the stolen money? What if..."

Sun Fujing seemed to be very puzzled and interrupted Yuan Yue: "Officer, who are those two people you are talking about? Why do I not understand your question? I have watched the video and your police report, but it seems that they have never mentioned it. this point?"

Yuan Yue apologized and did not continue this topic, but asked about Zhao Yuanliang and other people's personal relationship with Tang Zhixue, and asked Sun Fujing to recall whether there was any motive for committing the crime other than salary.

They chatted back and forth for a long time. Before leaving, Yuan Yue fiddled with the law enforcement recorder in front of him and said, "Mr. Sun, our conversation tonight has been recorded according to the procedure, I hope you don't mind. "

"No, I understand."

"That's nothing, I'll go first, thank you Mr. Sun for cooperating with our police after such a long time."

Yuan Yue came out of Sun Fujing's house, and saw an acquaintance who was poking his head in the distance.

He was a little astonished, and called out: "Ji Xun?"

"Yuan Yue?" Ji Xun was equally surprised, "When did you return to Ning City?"

"I came back half an hour ago, and I came here to see a witness."

"Sun Fujing?" Ji Xun said, "Is it over now? Is there anything else to do next?"

"There's something else..."

"Sustainable case handling requires a combination of work and rest. I'm hungry. You and I go out to eat skewers at the food stall first, and then we talk about the case while eating skewers."

Ji Xun couldn't help but dragged Yuan Yue away.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was the busiest time for the food stall. Ji Xun pressed Yuan Yue in his seat, and took the tray to pick food from the freezer for the boss to grill. Not long after he left, the phone on the table rang.

It's a video call.

From a long list of names.

Yuan Yue glanced in confusion, and raised his voice to tell Ji Xun, "Your video call."

Ji Xun: "Whose?"

Yuan Yue: "A generous and mean-spirited ghost with yin and yang."

Ji Xun: "Oh—you can take it."

Only then did Yuan Yue pick up his phone and connect to the video, and both parties saw each other in the video.

Yuan Yue looked at Huo Ranyin: "..."

A generous and mean-spirited ghost?

Huo Ranyin looked at Yuan Yue: "..."

Yuan Yue answered Ji Xun's cell phone?