While we were talking, someone else came in.
"Can I interrupt you for a moment?" Shao Zi's voice, whom I haven't seen for a long time, sounded in my ears. It was so kind and gentle that it was refreshing. "Before your gossipy stories end, I thought I had something to show you."
As a naughty child, Lu Bo risked his life and pushed Song Qiaoyu away, lying in front of a dozen envelopes that Shao Zi had brought back, "What is this? Is it fun? Is it good-looking?"
"It's an incredible thing," Shao Zi sighed, "This is an unexpected gain."
The paper of the envelope is very thin, and it looks like very high-grade paper with a light brown pattern border. The paper is not very old, nor is it very new, but it has an inexplicable quaint beauty, with a fresh woody fragrance, which makes people feel calm involuntarily.
"Such paper is very expensive to sell directly. It smells like a flower... I guess the pulp is all custom-made." Mo Zinan marveled, "It's really luxurious and evil capitalism. This Li Liejun is very rich. Is it? Or was it given by someone else?"
"That's the problem. At least in my opinion, it's true that Li Liejun is very rich, but he never spends money, or in other words, he only spends money in cash." Shao Zi waved his hand, "Why should he waste his life?" Why do you still use such high-end and expensive stationery in such a sloppy environment? What is he doing? Or who gave it to him."
"I couldn't find similar patterns on the Internet. Could it be DIY?" Lu Bo was really fast. He searched several well-known engines in less than two minutes. After getting the results, he sighed in disappointment.
"No," Song Qiaoyu curled her lips and shook her head, crossing her arms, "This should be a product printed in batches by the factory. From the specifications to the texture patterns, they are exactly the same. It's just that it was too long ago, so it's not necessarily It will be put on the Internet. Lubo, you trust the Internet too much."
But I was concerned about another thing, "If there is an envelope, why is there no letter or pen?"
"Yes, if what is burned is a letter, then it can explain part of his gas bill problem. But pens... pens are consumables, and they cannot be burned clean easily, unless they are pencils, which will also be used up. What did he do?" Shao Zi took one out of the evidence bag and said, "There are no fingerprints on it at all. It should also be the 'unused' part."
"Young people nowadays rarely write letters. According to what you said, Li Liejun is a special case... I have never heard of him before, but he does look strange. So if Li Liejun is suspected of killing Meng Shanshan, plus Why is he behaving strangely? It cannot be said that this is a revenge murder."
As soon as Mo Zinan finished speaking, an extremely loud noise sounded in the office.
The chaotic piano tune is like a violent tornado, as fast as raindrops, and the crazy and wanton notes are raging everywhere. It is quite alarming...or it can be said to be an annoying ringtone. I listened, and it was the voice coming from Song Qiaoyu.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Although she said this, Song Qiaoyu didn't mean to be sorry at all. Instead, she had a bad look on her face, as if the person on the other side of the phone owed her a hundred million and was unfriendly.
"Hey, Wang Hai, what are you doing for me?" It was just as I expected.
"What?"
Song Qiaoyu's expression suddenly changed.
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"It's a letter." Walking on the way to the crime scene again, Song Qiaoyu was very excited, and could even be said to be excited, "This thing is really getting more and more interesting, so interesting." I always felt that this guy and Sherlock Holmes It was as if he was possessed, and he suddenly became so interested in the case for some reason. He was completely different from his usual "I just fight" gangster style, which made people wonder if this guy had finally reached the age where he had a brain. However, whenever a person repeats a sentence more than thirty times, it is not a good sign, at least for the people sitting next to her.
But overall, it's gratifying. At least she won't fall into a taciturn state again because she has to meet Wang Hai again, with "The world is my enemy" written on her face. Just be a normal person...just fine.
"I dare to use my salary card as a guarantee," Lu Bo snapped his fingers. "This prisoner... no, we can only say that he is the person who wrote the letter. He must be suffering from a very serious secondary disease... no, no, delusion. Obsessive-compulsive disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder? What kind of disease is it? By the way, what exactly is chuunibyou, and what are its... clinical manifestations?" He seemed very proud of the way he expressed it, and seemed to think he was very advanced.
Shao Zi hugged his little notebook and box, and sat helplessly between the two guys who had convulsions. I sympathized with him, even though I knew very well that I couldn't keep up with any of the other four people in the car.
"I did it, but it was his fault. But I still killed him. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to do after I did it. Yes, I knew it was scary, but I wasn't afraid. Why wasn't I afraid? I don't know, I know I want to kill him, but I shouldn't have killed him like this. What was sleeping in my body has awakened again, and I'm afraid..." Mo Zinan read out in an extremely indifferent tone. After saying this, he put down his cell phone indifferently, "First, this letter is really good; Second, I am a science student and don't understand these philosophical things, so what are you doing for me? Last but not least, I am too A forensic examiner, right? Why do you want to separate me from the senior? What kind of shameful thing do you want to do? There is new physical evidence... and it has nothing to do with me? "
"That's because you scolded my little intern to tears. The girl probably doesn't want to see you now." Shao Zi said angrily, "I just came here, and it was the first time I touched a body that was about to be broken into pieces. It was not easy for me to I didn’t vomit it out. Even if you don’t comfort me, if you still find yourself dissatisfied with this, aren’t you sick?”
"Good students are scolded." Mo Zinan rolled his eyes, "If you don't be strict now, what will happen if you get used to it and you will be embarrassed by outsiders?"
"You're a drunkard." Lu Bo smacked his lips and said honestly, "You act like you respect your teacher."
Song Qiaoyu snorted coldly and seemed to agree.
"you……"
Before these people started to get into trouble, I quickly brought the topic to the right track.
"When Wang Hai called us over this time, he shouldn't just let us read the letter, right?"
Song Qiaoyu was stunned when he heard this, "Didn't I just say that he found a strange person in the recent surveillance video, sneaking around next to the guard room, he may be the suspect."
"When did it happen?" I was a little confused. I shouldn't have reached the age of Alzheimer's disease yet, right?
"Captain, you are such an old antique. I just posted in the group and didn't even see it. You are pedantic and old-fashioned. If you don't care about mobile phone messages, you will definitely not be able to do anything important." Lu Bo was merciless and reprimanded me with confidence.
In an instant, Badao stared at me with reproachful eyes.
"I have been driving..." I feel that I really have no dignity, which is really a helpless thing.
But forget it, the kindergarten teacher may be even worse than me. Thinking about it this way can bring some balance.
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"I have good news for you, there are two fingerprints on it." As soon as the car stopped, we got big news.
Old God Wang Hai took out the letter paper that was tightly wrapped in a plastic bag that he didn't know where it came from. There were fingerprints on it that were revealed using magnetic powder.
"Captain Wang, you have stolen my job." Shao Zi took the bag with a smile and put it in his hand.
"Well, respect the old and cherish the young... I'll save you some more time." He stuttered a little for some reason, and even said something that didn't match the words he said. "It's not like I don't know anything. Many."
"Did you really not know that Meng Shanshan died here before?" Mo Zinan once again used her keen sense of smell, and quickly discovered something strange about this guy, and said suspiciously, "Seeing how enthusiastic you are... you didn't do anything before. If you can’t do it, don’t do it?”
"Don't think that I deserve a beating," Wang Hai regained his composure, smiled heartily, and said very seriously, "I am also an excellent and witty people's policeman after all. I don't have any shortcomings except that I talk a lot, right? I think I will change Is it very good? Right? I think I speak a lot more concisely than before. Aunt Lin next door also said the same, saying that my words are very focused..." I couldn't stop talking once I started talking.
"Captain Wang, you must be very suitable for writing novels..."
This guy is really awesome.
"By the way, speaking of Meng Shanshan," Wang Hai finally came back to his senses and started talking about business, "Don't tell me, I actually know that. I just forgot to tell it before. Alas, I am getting old. But Over the years, there have been at least five or six cases in this area, and that matter is not my responsibility."
"Really?" Song Qiaoyu expressed doubt.
"I was reminded by you because the situation at that time was really special." Wang Hai's expression was a bit complicated, "The time point ten years ago... was quite special."
Song Qiaoyu's eyes flashed. I do know what she is thinking... Ten years ago, there was indeed something special. If the police were involved, it couldn't be more sensitive for Song Qiaoyu.
But I just don’t know if Wang Hai is referring to this.
"The team did temporarily detain a boy at that time, and we heard about it, but I was not actually involved in the investigation of that case. To be precise, we only sent two people at that time - because of the lack of manpower. One is a friend of mine, and the other is... uh, forget it, it's Song Jing. Most of you probably don't know her, but she is my teacher." He seemed to be aware of the possible consequences and glanced at Song Qiaoyu, He scratched his head in distress.
"What did you say!?"
