Shi Ran noticed that the change in her waistband came from the grain and oil shop next door. She should be the proprietress of the grain and oil shop next door.
When the father of the deceased saw her coming to interrupt, his face stiffened for a moment.
"Oh! I usually told him not to hang out with those friends, but now he's fine! I don't know who killed him!"
The father of the deceased said while patting his thigh in pain.
"Who are you two?" The person who seemed to be the proprietress of the grain and oil store next door asked Shi Ran and Ling Qian.
"police."
"Hi, hello."
Shi Ran and Ling Qian took out their police officer ID cards and were so frightened that the proprietress stammered. Maybe she had never experienced such a murder.
On the street here, the first floor is a store where ordinary people run their own small businesses. There are several floors above that are residential buildings.
The deceased and his father lived on the second floor of their grocery store, and they had to go up the damp concrete stairs.
Shi Ran proposed to visit their house. She followed the deceased's father upstairs, while Ling Qian took notes with several shops downstairs.
"Are you familiar with Qian Wei?" Ling Qian first asked about her relationship with the deceased's father.
"No, we are all neighbors, and we usually help each other take care of the business in the store." The proprietress waved her hand.
Ling Qian walked to the grain and oil store. From here, she could see the deceased's father's grocery store next door, but she couldn't see it completely.
"Did Qian Wei ask you to help him look after the store yesterday afternoon?"
"No, he was in the store yesterday afternoon."
"How are you sure he's in the store?"
"The store is open, and at about six o'clock yesterday, my husband and I asked him if he wanted to come to our store for dinner."
It seems that the deceased's father was in the store yesterday afternoon.
Ling Qian asked several nearby shops, but they all said that they were not sure. They should be there and the doors were open.
Ling Qian returned to the grain and oil store. At this time, a van stopped, and then a man in his forties or fifties, who was as fat as a woman, got out of the driver's seat.
"Tui'er, unload the goods."
"Coming!"
It seems that the man who is the boss's wife is back with some goods.
"Where did you get this?" Ling Qian asked.
"I went to the countryside to collect it. This sweet potato flour is good! It's all bought by someone in the village. My man went there early yesterday morning and collected it for a day before getting it back." The proprietress answered Ling Qian's question while moving the goods.
Ling Qian looked at the quantity of their goods. It would really take a lot of time to collect such a large amount of goods.
The landlady over there was whispering to her man, probably talking about the death of the son of the old Qian's family next door. Her man acted very surprised and in disbelief. It seemed that he just knew about it.
"Xiaoyu isn't here?"
"Maybe he went back..."
"I told you to strangle your mother-in-law. I've reminded you many times to look after the baby carefully. Don't let others throw it away. Now they are..."
"I want to make more money every day. In a society governed by law, how can I make money from multiple traffickers in the city?"
Ling Qian saw that the couple was quarreling, so she didn't stay any longer. She sent Shi Ran a text message and returned to the car.
There are three families living on the second floor. They all have their doors locked. They must have not gotten off work yet. The sound of TVs and game consoles can be heard in some rooms. The children may be playing at home alone.
One of these houses was the home of the deceased.
The father of the deceased used the key to open the door. Perhaps because his hands were shaking due to the cold weather, the key was not inserted into the keyhole several times.
After opening the door, Shi Ran followed the deceased's father into the house.
Surprisingly, the house was extremely clean. He originally thought that their home would be messy. After all, the father and son lived together, and the father looked relatively unkempt.
Shi Ran looked at his black-stained shoes and asked hesitantly, "Do I need to change my shoes?"
"No, no need..."
The father of the deceased seemed to be a little confused when he looked at the house.
"Is there anything wrong at home? Has anyone been here?" Shi Ran asked quickly. This was an important clue.
But unexpectedly, Qian Wei, the father of the deceased, denied that anyone had been at home. He stammered: "No, there shouldn't be. I locked the door, who can come in."
It seemed so. When they came in just now, the door of the house was locked from the outside.
Shi Ran stopped worrying about this and looked around the living room. There didn't seem to be anything strange.
Then she went to the kitchen, and sure enough she found onion skins in the trash can. There was half a handful of noodles on the stove, and there was still noodle soup left in the pot.
In this way, the father of the deceased did not lie. He did eat noodles with onions for lunch.
However, if he had killed his son yesterday and was always ready for the police to come, then it was possible that he would eat noodles mixed with onions and wait.
Shi Ran turned around and saw the father of the deceased holding a photo taken with the deceased. He was secretly sad, and Shi Ran began to spurn the evil of his suspicion just now.
"Can I go into the deceased's room and have a look?" Shi Ran asked. He said he was asking, but in fact he had already decided to go and take a look, and the deceased's father would not refuse.
The father of the deceased opened the door of a room and said, "This is it."
When Shi Ran went in, he found that the lighting in the room was not very good. The black curtains covered the room tightly. Today was another rainy day, so the room was even darker.
There was also a strange smell in the house. It didn't seem like a musty smell caused by rainy days, but it could be described as unpleasant.
Maybe it's because there's not enough ventilation.
"Click!"
The deceased's father turned on the light, and the room suddenly became brighter.
"Officer, just look, you must find the murderer of my son! My son!..."
As he said that, the deceased's father started crying again. He staggered to the sofa and sat down, holding the photo album and crying.
No useful clues were found in the deceased's room, including a 1.5-meter bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.
The desk is next to the window, and the corner of the desk is filled with high school textbooks. The table is also full of textbooks and exercise papers for various subjects.
Shi Ran picked up the top test paper and looked at each question, and found that they were all correct.
This is of course a judgment based on the memory of the original person here.
The deceased was eighteen years old, which should be the time when the college entrance examination was completed. Shi Ran looked at these test papers and saw that with the deceased's grades, it would not be a problem to be admitted to a university in the capital. Why didn't he continue school?
It's already October. The college entrance examination is held in June, and the admission period for universities is at the end of August or early September. It's been more than a month since university admission.
Shi Ran looked through some other things in the room. There was a diary, which did not record any daily activities. It was all study plans, nothing special.
There was also a photo album, and when Shi Ran flipped through the pages, they were all photos of the father and son. It could be seen that the father and son had a very good relationship and a deep affection.
Although photography has become popular nowadays, not many ordinary people take so many photos.
But Shi Ran discovered that there were some photos inside that seemed to have been taken away, or maybe they were put there while dancing.
Shi Ran found some strange carvings on a leg of the desk against the wall.
