"Dead, dead?" The man looked shocked.
"I heard from Mr. Shi upstairs that you heard a quarrel upstairs around five o'clock?" Tan Wan asked, "Can you tell me more about the situation at that time?"
Man: "My wife and I were watching a movie in the living room. Not long after watching, we heard voices upstairs. It sounded like a man and a woman. It should be Liu Xiaoyan and his son."
Tan Wan interrupted him with a questioning tone: "You knew it was her son just by listening to the voice?"
The woman jumped the gun and said, "Because those two people started arguing!
Her gambler son must have come back to ask for money. Every time the man came back, the two of them would quarrel. When the quarrel got serious, they would smash pots and bowls! ! "
The woman described it vividly, and added: "The family upstairs had a small quarrel every two days and a big quarrel every five days. Our life downstairs was simply not a human life. In the past two years, my husband and I found him more than once. They complained."
When the woman spoke, she had an expression of disgust on her face, and her emotions were more intense than those of the man.
Obviously Liu Xiaoyan's existence has caused great trouble to the family.
"What kind of person is her son? Does he also live here?"
"Her son doesn't live here. He is a fat man and looks to be around thirty years old."
Li Dongliao wrote down the characteristics of the person described by the confessor in his notebook, and asked: "How can you be so sure that it is her son? Is it possible that it is another man's voice? Did you hear it wrong?"
"Probably not." The man thought for a moment and then said.
"The one upstairs doesn't usually go out. We can hear the doors opening and closing upstairs. She doesn't go out much except for every Wednesday."
"Every Wednesday?" Tan Wan asked again.
"Yes, my wife takes off every Wednesday, and she can hear the knocking on the door of the delivery man and courier upstairs.
There is no one there every Wednesday from 8 am to 2 pm. The courier knocks on the door for a long time every time. We can hear it from downstairs. It is very noisy. "
"Miss Police, that's all we know."
Tan Wan nodded slightly and took a step back toward the door: "Thank you for your cooperation, sorry for bothering you."
Li Dongliao's notebook was densely packed with many things, among which Yin Dong and Liu Xiaoyan's son were marked by him.
The two walked slowly outside side by side. Li Dongliao said as they walked: "I think Liu Xiaoyan's son is also very suspicious. From the confessions of the two couples, it sounds like Liu Xiaoyan's son has violent tendencies.
Not long after he arrived, Liu Xiaoyan drowned to death. I think he was no less suspicious than Yin Dong. "
Tan Wan said calmly: "Don't forget, the murderer can only be one person."
Even if someone wants to imitate the orphanage murderer and leave a message, there is no way to explain the threatening letter.
This is a naked serial murder case.
Gao Meizi and Liu Xiaoyan, one of them is the director of the welfare home and the other is a company cleaner.
What is the connection between these two people with completely different identities?
What happened when the crime occurred...
The speed of the murderer's attack was much beyond Tan Wan's expectation, but she knew in her heart that the last step was not reached yet.
As far as she knew, there were three threatening letters.
In other words, the murderer will commit another murder.
We must quickly find the connection between the two and find out the motives and patterns of the murderer's crime...
While Tanwan was deep in thought, Li Dongliao spoke again.
He asked uncertainly: "Are we still looking for Liu Xiaoyan's son?"
"Looking for it, of course." At this moment, Tan Wan received a call from Butler Yang.
On the phone, Butler Yang asked where Tan Wan was, and Tan Wan reported an address and asked him to pick him up here.
Li Dongliao accompanied Tanwan to the gate of the community to wait for someone. It was already late at night.
In order to investigate the case, the two of them didn't even eat dinner, and they were already very hungry at this moment.
There happened to be a stall selling starch sausage at the intersection. The smell was so delicious that Li Dongliao couldn't resist it. He dragged Tan Wan to the starch sausage stall and said, "Tan Wan, do you want to eat? I'll treat you to it!"
Tan Wan was still thinking about the murder, and he had neither appetite nor mood: "If you don't want to eat, you can eat."
"Boss, take two." Li Dongliao stared at the sizzling starch sausage and took out ten yuan, "Put more sweet chili sauce and cumin!!"
Looking at the heat rising on the iron plate, Tan Wan thought of the mirror at the murder scene.
This time the murderer did not blatantly write the words directly on the murder scene, but left the words in this inconspicuous way. This approach seems very contradictory.
At the same time, there was another thing that concerned Tan Wan.
In a house with such poor sound insulation, the murderer kills a person so quietly.
Except for the pinch marks on the back of Liu Xiaoyan's neck, there were no signs of her mouth being forcibly covered. This shows that the person who killed Liu Xiaoyan was someone familiar to the deceased, or at least someone he knew.
"Did the couple say before that the deceased would go out regularly every Wednesday morning?" Tan Wan suddenly thought of this clue and asked Li Dongliao.
"Yes." Li Dongliao already held two pieces of starch sausage in his hands, took a big bite and chewed them in his mouth.
Talking late: "Go find out tomorrow where she goes every Wednesday."
"I think it might be to go to a yoga class." Li Dongliao said bluntly.
"Yoga class?"
"Yes, doesn't she have three or four pairs of yoga pants hanging in her closet?"
She also saw the pairs of yoga pants that Li Dongliao mentioned during the conversation, but she felt that it was popular to wear yoga pants as outer pants, so she didn’t think much about them.
Thinking about it now, Liu Xiaoyan, as a woman in her fifties, may no longer follow these trends, and those yoga pants are still being used for their original purpose.
Tan Wan paused: "Go and find out."
"Got it!" Li Dongliao said with a bulging mouth filled with steam and intestines.
Butler Yang didn't let Tan Wan wait too long in the cold wind, and he arrived soon.
It was already late when we returned to the manor, but the manor was brightly lit.
As soon as we entered the house, we smelled the aroma of food. When we came to the dining room, we saw several plates of food on the table.
The dishes are still slightly steaming, the temperature is moderate and the aroma is wafting.
When she walked into the restaurant, she saw Li Jue bringing the rice: "You're back? Let's eat."
There are two bowls of rice and two pairs of chopsticks on the table.
Tan Wan was a little shocked and stood beside the table and looked at Li Jue: "Have you not eaten yet?"
Li Jue hummed: "I was busy doing courseware and didn't have time to eat. Now that I'm back, let's eat together."
The dishes are very simple, consisting of three home-style dishes and one soup, two vegetarian and one meat, plus a bowl of seaweed and egg soup.
After sitting down in the evening, I picked up a few pieces of small green vegetables with chopsticks and put them in my mouth to chew. The taste of the small green vegetables was different from what Butler Yang usually cooks. The surface of the small green vegetables cooked today was shiny and slightly oily than usual. Some of it was removed, and the root of the vegetable was not completely removed.
She raised her head and glanced at Li Jue, who was sitting opposite, and a bold idea came to her.
Did he cook this table of dishes?
