Ai Liang did some tricks on the water pipe, so that even in the middle of the night, Wang Zi's house was not connected to water, just to prevent him from continuing to light the fire and use the sewer to burn the gloves into residue and wash them away.
Thanks to him, Wang Zi's family went out to eat and take a shower tonight.
Because the gloves are made of cotton, throwing them directly into a public toilet is likely to cause a blockage. Since there are surveillance cameras around, it is better to find other places to dispose of the gloves.
Wang Zi tiptoed to the living room and put his head against the door of his parents' room. After hearing the even breathing, he turned on the small table lamp next to the door, put on his sneakers, gently opened the security door and left.
He didn't dare to walk through the main entrance of the community, so he clumsily climbed out from the side railing.
Perhaps because he was doing bad things, Wang Zi would look back after walking a hundred or two hundred meters, always feeling as if someone was following him.
Just like that, he turned back a few steps and even woke up a homeless man who was sleeping on a bench. To be precise, the two of them startled each other.
After dilly-dallying for nearly two hours, he finally came to a scrap recycling station.
He was finally smart for once and ran here instead of just throwing his gloves near home.
If the police are suspicious of him, they will definitely call in surrounding surveillance and search the trash cans.
Even if the trash cans are cleaned every morning by garbage trucks, the police can follow the clues and find the garbage dump.
Moreover, in order to prevent residents from dumping garbage randomly, most trash cans are monitored. He secretly took out a black plastic piece from his pocket and threw it in. He did not tell the police clearly that I had a problem.
In comparison, although the waste recycling station is not big, it is often visited by rag pickers. He only needs to throw his gloves here, and they will be used by the rag pickers early tomorrow morning. It is reasonable to wear two gloves when picking up rags. Right?
Who would have thought that those gloves would be a murder tool.
Another point is that this pair of gloves was secretly taken from the warehouse of his own supermarket. There is no purchase record at all. It is even more difficult to identify the murderer by screening people who have recently purchased gloves.
Apart from this, it is not certain whether the glasses can eliminate the suspicion. Maybe the criminal police simply convicted the glasses because they could not find other suspects.
Wang Zi immediately felt relieved when he thought of this. He threw the garbage bag in through the iron door and left.
What Wang Zi didn't know was that Glasses was not at school at all last night, and the police had already targeted him through Gao Jiajia's interpersonal relationships.
After Wang Zi left, Ai Liang walked to the gate of waste recycling, but he did not go in to pick up the bag.
All of Wang Zi's anti-reconnaissance capabilities come from the details in that novel. Apart from the details described in the book, he is just an idiot who commits crimes impulsively.
Have you never thought about fingerprints on garbage bags?
I didn't even know to wipe it with clothes before throwing it away.
Ai Liang looked at his leaving back and shook his head.
According to Ai Liang's previous judgment, he knew to wear gloves when committing the crime; he knew to cut off the surveillance power; he knew to lead the crime tools and other evidence chains to scavengers in the school.
Ai Liang was initially worried that Wang Zi was a highly intelligent criminal and would look for opportunities to destroy evidence, causing the police to be unable to convict him even if they knew he was the murderer.
After meeting Wang Zi and reading his brain, I discovered that he was just an ordinary boy who could be seen everywhere, and all those details came from novels.
Thinking of this, Ai Liang didn't care much. In Ai Liang's opinion, as long as the police use a little interrogation techniques, he can make him confess. He told Xia Qinian before that the police would catch the murderer within a week. He really looked down on the police. I'm an acquaintance. There are traces of the crime, and he will be arrested by the end of this week at the most.
Even so, Ai Liang still didn't leave. He planned to stay here all night.
Only the offices and warehouses in the waste recycling bin were monitored, so it didn't matter even if Wang Zi climbed over the wall and came in. Even a fool would have a good idea. He was worried that if Wang Zi reacted and brought a lighter, he would burn the glove directly. Something bad happened.
It was now midnight, and most of the criminal police officers were resting. It would be a bit fussy to call the police just because someone went to the recycling station and threw a bag of garbage in the middle of the night.
After all, no one else knew that the bag contained crime tools, and Ai Liang had no evidence to prove it, so he had better wait until dawn today.
Ai Liang took out his mobile phone. It had been on standby all day yesterday and had very little power left. He found a mobile phone charging box nearby, scanned the QR code to pay, and put the phone on the charging pad.
Too lazy to pick a spot, I just sat on a chair near the charging box and quietly waited for the morning to arrive.
...
It's dawn, the criminal police team.
"I brought you breakfast. Let's take a sip of tea to refresh you."
"Thanks."
Officer Wang, who took Xia Qinian into the criminal police team yesterday, said without raising his head.
"I have to check the surveillance very early in the morning. The technical department is really hard."
The other detective sighed. He put the buns on the table and stood behind Officer Wang with a cup of tea.
"It wasn't early in the morning. I didn't sleep at all. Captain Shi gave me a death order. When he comes to the team today, he must see the relevant video of the suspect."
Officer Wang's eyes were bloodshot, and he controlled the mouse with his right hand to continuously zoom in and out on certain details of the video.
"Who asked you to bring Xia Qinian in yesterday so that Team Shi could meet him without death? If not, who would you punish?"
Listening to the gloating voices behind him, Officer Wang's face dropped, and he expressed his sorrow.
"Okay, what key evidence did Team Stone find yesterday? It's impossible for you to check the surveillance without any characteristics, right?" A colleague standing behind him sat down next to him.
"Lao Zhang extracted two kinds of red and white textiles from the victim's fingernails. One kind matched the gloves worn by the prisoner, and the other can only be inferred to be some kind of decoration worn on the hand. The victim was struggling. In the process of catching the murderer, maybe the grasping force was too weak or the skin tissue cells were not extracted through the clothes."
Officer Wang left the computer, put two drops of eye-protecting liquid into his eyes, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and rested.
"Didn't most students take off their school uniforms on a hot day? It's hard to find them with bare arms?"
"It's easy to find, but these nearly a thousand students and teachers are almost blind when they look at them one by one. You don't know how to help. It would take just two people to get it done in a few hours at most."
The colleague looked at Officer Wang with disdain, as if looking at a broom star: "Come on, whoever dares to help you at this time is clearly going against Captain Shi? It's not like you can't do this job alone. "
"The entire technical department has been badly affected by you. I heard that Captain Shi gave someone a scolding when he caught him yesterday. Fortunately, I asked for leave yesterday."
The colleague was very glad that he had escaped disaster because he asked for leave. Now he was full of a sense of superiority, and he did not notice that Officer Wang next to him was biting his lip as if trying to endure something.
"Oh? So you feel lucky?"
"That's not true. I was given the nickname Lucky Star..."
The colleague was holding the tea cup and was about to mock Officer Wang, the unfortunate guy, when he suddenly realized that the voice came from behind, and the voice sounded a bit familiar.
He suddenly stood up from his chair and stood in a military posture.
"Gao Bin, you look quite relaxed. You are holding a cup of tea here so early in the morning. I thought some leader came to inspect."
A cold voice came from behind, scaring Gao Bin into a cold sweat and not even daring to turn around. Officer Wang next to him tried hard to hold back his laughter.
"Wang Xun, are you done with the comparison?"
Captain Gao Binshi, who has just returned, is more concerned with the monitoring and comparison results here.
"Yes! The target has been targeted based on the victim's interpersonal relationship!"
Officer Wang immediately stopped laughing and replied loudly.
"Then..."
Buzz, buzz.
The vibrating sound of the mobile phone interrupted Captain Shi's words.
He frowned and picked up the phone. When he saw Xia Qinian's name, he hung up without even thinking.
Buzz, buzz.
"Take the buns out to eat, don't make the whole house smelly."
Wang Xun and Gao Bin immediately felt as if they had received an amnesty and slipped out with their buns in hand.
After sending the two of them away, Captain Shi picked up the phone again and this time it was an unfamiliar number.
"I'm Shi Feng, who are you?"
"Captain Shi, this is Ai Liang. I may have found the crime gloves. Can you please bring someone over?"
...
The screen returns to the scrap recycling bin.
Unlike the scavengers wearing shabby and dirty clothes around him, Ai Liang standing at the door of the waste recycling station was very eye-catching.
Neat and clean clothes, handsome and handsome face, he is incompatible with the scavengers around him.
Several people around him kept a distance from Ai Liang with vigilant eyes, fearing that he was the kind of pervert who would enjoy bullying scavengers for fun.
An elderly hunchbacked man walked over with a woven bag in hand, keeping a distance of two or three meters, and asked: "Student boy, why are you here if you don't go to study so early in the morning?"
"Looking for something."
Ai Liang looked at the hunchbacked old man and narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that this man looked familiar.
"This is a recycling bin. It's full of junk stuff. What good stuff can there be? You're not here to do some happiness survey again, are you? I said you students don't go to those big bosses, but you have to go to us bad guys. What are you doing, old man and old lady, please go away quickly, we don’t know how to read, so don’t stop us from picking up things.”
The hunchbacked old man noticed that Ai Liang was looking at him and thought he disliked him, so he suddenly showed an evil smile that was not very friendly and looked very vulgar.
Ai Liang didn't speak. After seeing this wretched smile, he remembered who this person was. This wretched old man was the beggar who harassed Gao Jiajia in Wang Zi's memory.
But it was useless to remember, because he looked at the old man with squinted eyes, and the scavengers around him gathered quietly, as if they were worried that Ai Liang would become angry and attack.
Ai Liang didn't intend to get involved with them, but they had an attitude of trying to chase them away.
Just then the sound of glasses suddenly came.
"Ai Liang, why are you here?"
Following the sound, a group of scavengers were all happy.
"Xiao Xu!"
"It's Zhihai who's back!"
"Were you okay when you were taken away by the police yesterday?"
"That's right, if anything happens, just tell us. Although our lives are not valuable, we can't use them to blame them!"
The scavengers, men, women, old and young, who were still hostile to Ai Liang, all gathered in front of the glasses and surrounded him, asking questions one by one.
"It's okay, it's okay. There was a death in the school I took in. They just asked me to come over and cooperate with the investigation."
Xu Zhihai touched the back of his head and smiled honestly at everyone.
"Huh! They don't have any good things! It's not our turn to do good things. If something bad happens, we will be the first to think of it!" An elderly lady mocked bitterly.
"Grandma Liu, that's not the case. Someone killed someone with the rotten rope I picked up, so they asked me to go over and investigate. Didn't I come back intact?"
Xu Zhihai held the old lady's hand and patiently explained to him.
"Fortunately, you didn't bother to go back yesterday to help me sort out the waste cardboard, otherwise they would definitely blame you for this!"
"No, Grandma Liu, we have to believe that the police were right to invite me over. Don't be misled by people with ulterior motives. They even invited me to dinner in the criminal police team yesterday. It was all meat and vegetables."
Xu Zhihai patiently explained to the people around him so that they would not cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Zhihai, do you know that guy?"
The hunchbacked old man who first talked to Ai Liang pointed at Ai Liang and asked without hesitation, as if he had found a backbone.
"We know each other. He is the student I told you about who brings me pancakes every day."
Xu Zhihai quickly spoke to resolve everyone's hostility towards Ai Liang.
After hearing these words, everyone looked at Ai Liang with less vigilance and more recognition.
There are many people who are willing to buy cakes for people like them these days, but they have only heard of Xu Zhihai from one person who insisted on buying them for two years.
"Hey, it turns out we are all acquaintances. Young man, I heard from Zhihai that you like reading books? From now on, grandma, when I pick it up, I will ask Zhihai to deliver it to you."
Grandma Liu was the first to express her stance and open up the relationship.
"Remember to pick up the intact ones, don't give away the tattered ones."
A slovenly middle-aged man warned.
Grandma Liu glared at him angrily.
While everyone was chatting around Xu Zhihai, the owner of the waste recycling station arrived.
"Everyone give way, everyone give way, don't be crowded in a bunch, and you can't let anyone walk!"
A sharp and haughty voice penetrated the crowd.
After everyone stood on one side and separated a path, the owner of the voice nodded with satisfaction and passed through the middle like an emperor parading.
Familiar middle-parted hair, familiar mustache and black leather bag.
The visitor was none other than Lao Sun, whom Ai Liang had met at the breakfast shop.
He was stunned when he saw Ai Liang. He subconsciously touched his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his phone was still there.
