"Condolences."
Shi Ran saw tears flowing out of the deceased's father's red eyes again, and comforted him again before starting to write down.
The father of the deceased nodded.
Shi Ran continued: "Then let's get started."
The father of the deceased nodded again.
Getting closer, Shi Ran's keen nose smelled a pungent smell.
Shi Ran frowned, this was obviously an onion?
So the father of the deceased cried so heartbrokenly that his eyes were swollen from crying, was he actually pretending?
Alarm bells rang in Shi Ran's heart. At this moment, she already had some suspicion that the deceased's father was the murderer.
But they are police officers, and everything must be based on evidence. They cannot convict someone based on their own suspicion.
With doubts, she asked straight to the point: "Why do you smell of onions?"
The father of the deceased trembled slightly, and his pupils shrank for a moment. Shi Ran observed his micro-expression, and it seemed that he had indeed used onions, and he was not as sad as he appeared.
But this is not enough to prove that he is the murderer of the deceased Qian Junyao. Nationwide, there are very few cases of killing his own son.
"This is because the onion noodles I had for lunch were cut by hand, so..."
This explanation seems reasonable. After all, there is no law that stipulates that people cannot eat onions.
"The deceased is your son Qian Junyao, right?"
"Yes, I am just a son, how could something like this happen..."
"Where's his mother?"
"His mother remarried when he was four years old. At that time, there was a wave of layoffs and I lost my job. His mother disliked my poverty, so she remarried. For so many years, I have raised my son by myself."
"Can the mother of the deceased still be contacted now?"
"Contact her? Why contact her? Just treat her as dead. I haven't cared about her for so many years..."
"What are you doing now?"
"Ten years ago, the grocery store downstairs was no longer available, so I bought it. Over the years, I have relied on this grocery store to support myself and my son."
"You didn't remarry?"
"I'm so poor and I have a child. Which woman would like me?"
"When was the last time you saw the deceased?"
"Well... it was yesterday, it must have been around one o'clock yesterday afternoon. He went out without eating. He said he was going to play with friends. Who would have thought... that was the last time our father and son met!"
As he said this, the deceased's father began to cry again.
Shi Ran took the tissue handed by the police officer behind him and handed it to the deceased's father, waiting for his mood to stabilize before starting.
Ling Qian and Shi Ran walked aside and talked quietly.
"I think something is wrong with him. It is very possible that the murderer is himself." Ling Qian said firmly.
"Let's look at it again. There is no direct evidence pointing out that he is the murderer. According to his testimony, the last time he saw the deceased was around 1pm yesterday, and the time of death of the deceased was between 4pm and 7pm yesterday. During that time, he ran a grocery store. Just ask the neighbors to find out if he had an alibi."
"Um."
The deceased's father calmed down and they continued taking notes.
"Did the deceased say which friend he was going to see?"
"...No, he didn't say who he was looking for." The deceased's father said hesitantly.
"Really? If you think about it carefully, this is very important." Shi Ran felt that the friend he was looking for was very suspicious. It was possible that the two of them could not agree on some issue and acted on impulse. .
"...I really didn't say who he was looking for. He was in the rebellious stage, so when I asked him, he impatiently said he was looking for friends."
"Then do you know who his friends are?"
"He has quite a lot of friends. I often advise him not to associate with those shady people, but he just doesn't listen... Alas! But I only know three of them that he frequently associates with."
"You say."
"One is named Yang Rong, one is named Tang Hanliang, and the other is named Xu Cheng. They usually keep close contact with each other."
"Have there been any conflicts between them recently due to anything?"
"Conflict?" The father of the deceased thought, and after a while, Fang Dingding said: "Xiao Yao seems to have had some conflicts with the man named Xu Cheng recently, but I don't know why, police officer, could he be the one who killed me? Son?"
"Further investigation is needed to determine who the murderer is, and we can't give you an answer yet."
"Yes, you need evidence when handling a case."
Shi Ran continued to ask: "Aren't you worried because the deceased didn't come back all night? Didn't he come out to look for him?"
"How could I not be worried? It's just that he often stayed at friends' houses before, but he would always call me. I was a little worried when he didn't call last night, but I didn't expect that he was harmed!... ..."
The deceased's father started crying again and was extremely emotional, and the transcript could no longer go on.
But I understand everything that needs to be understood.
The deceased used to stay overnight at a friend's house. He separated from his father at home yesterday afternoon and disappeared without a trace.
The whereabouts of the deceased yesterday afternoon became the focus of the subsequent investigation. Who he met and what happened may be closely related to his murder.
In particular, the deceased's father mentioned that the deceased had a friend named Xu Cheng, who had recently had a fierce conflict with the deceased.
Shi Ran looked at the time on his watch. It was now around four in the afternoon. It was still early. They could go visit the young man named Xu Cheng.
The trace inspection department has carefully checked every corner of the scene, but apart from the brick with a trace of blood, no clues were found.
Even the hair found at the scene of the crime was short and most likely belonged to the deceased.
The court walked up to the father of the deceased and took out a document for him to sign. "In order to solve the case as soon as possible, we may need to conduct an autopsy on the body."
"Anatomy?" The deceased's father looked hesitant.
"Only through further autopsy analysis can the time and cause of death of the deceased be clarified," the court explained.
"……All right."
The father of the deceased signed his name, Qian Wei.
Shi Ran was also planning to go to the deceased's home to see if there were any clues. With Ling Qian driving the car, they braved the heavy rain to send the deceased's father home.
The reporters behind them were chasing after them. They circled several times before getting rid of the reporter, and finally stopped not far from the deceased's home.
After the car stopped, they got out of the car, and Shi Ran held an umbrella for the deceased's father.
Ling Qian walked behind them.
On both sides of the narrow and dilapidated road, there are messy shops selling everything. They seem to be disorganized and have no characteristics, and the business is probably not very good.
From the clothes of the deceased's father, Shi Ran confirmed his suspicion that they were not financially well-off.
They entered a grocery store. The door of the grocery store was wide open. It seemed that he was in a hurry when he left and did not have time to lock the door.
Although the public security in recent years has been much better than during the layoff wave more than ten years ago, there are still many thieves. The police station can arrest several thieves every few days, so when people leave home and store, they It is customary to lock the door to prevent loss of belongings.
"My condolences! Old money!"
The speaker was a woman in her forties or fifties, wearing a floral shirt, wide-leg pants, and an apron.
