"Where are you going again?"
Not long after Liang An finished his story, he put on his seat belt and turned to look at Jiang Qiu who looked confused.
"Ye Zebei's home." He moved his neck and breathed a sigh of relief, "Before something unexpected happens, we must quickly confirm whether there is any evidence left at his home."
The car was driving on the road again. Jiang Qiu was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a tablet like the one he used to record or analyze, and organize his thoughts.
On the tablet is a notebook-style memo, with lines of writing written on it. The layout is neat, the handwriting is neat, and the fonts are fresh and beautiful.
Every time Liang An sees this scene, he always feels dumbfounded. Although he also has the habit of recording cases in notebooks or electronic devices, Jiang Qiu always does this like a student studying and taking notes in the classroom, more like a Disguised learning - the type that can be used directly on the podium as a blackboard.
"Isn't it... a bit too simple?" The good student said suddenly.
"What's the meaning?"
"I'm referring to the forensic report." The good student certainly has a serious and inquiring attitude. "Many places are not explained clearly. Isn't it incomplete?"
Liang An glanced at him and said in a helpless tone: "Classmate Xiao Jiang, it takes time for forensic doctors to draw all the conclusions and make a specific report. I went to your school girl in advance to ask for such information directly. If you want to try to participate I definitely have no problem with forensic work being used to improve the efficiency of solving crimes, and I think even someone named Mo wouldn’t refuse—what, you want to have a date with the corpse that’s about to be disemboweled?”
"Do you have a misunderstanding about forensic medicine?" Although it is a question, it is obviously about to become a conclusion written into the final report.
Realizing that classmate Jiang was starting to define again, Liang An sighed.
"Most of the examinations done by forensic doctors are useless..." Liang An stepped on the brakes at the traffic light intersection and looked straight ahead, "However, some subtle things can often give people a great surprise. Even the final outcome can be reversed."
"Can you please go back to those simple words? It doesn't suit you."
Liang An choked on his carefully prepared advanced lines again.
"Look, I don't care about the past grievances. Why do you still like to fight against me?" In other words, he was still driving, otherwise he would probably have to show the most aggrieved expression he could perform in response.
It was one of those rare ways of coping that he learned from other people.
Jiang Qiu was silent for a moment, and then looked over with an indescribable expression.
However, Liang An did not respond to this expression. Firstly, it was because he was driving and it was inconvenient. Secondly, because... he did feel guilty for talking nonsense again.
"If it doesn't work, just pretend I didn't say it." He finally added, "But if we want to cooperate, it can't be the same as before. Do you think this is true?"
It's a long way from the police station to Ye Zebei's home.
This is why Liang An was racing against the clock, taking advantage of the time when the police were investigating the address, explaining the case to Jiang Qiu, sharing the known information, and then setting off as soon as he got the information.
If the investigation of a case is an exploration with countless branches next to a straight line, then Liang An's way of handling the case is a parallel line that tries to cover everything. Whether he uses the information obtained by a few colleagues or manages his own time, he has done it all Extreme.
Even if I cherish every minute of the journey, it took a lot of time to get to this place.
Ye Zebei already had a bunch of keys on his body. Liang An also took it with him, but the thing was still kept in the evidence bag. I didn't know if there was any evidence such as fingerprints that needed to be preserved. It would be the best choice not to take it out at all. Therefore, he also kept an eye on it and explained part of his purpose to the property manager downstairs. He was looking for the landlord's address that the property manager asked for, and then the door key that the landlord asked for.
We already know that Ye Zebei is a down-and-out boss. His properties have long been sold off to pay off debts, and now he only rents in this barely decent community. Therefore.
After a little comparison, it can be concluded that the pattern of the door key matches the pattern of one of the keychains in the evidence bag.
The wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound.
The room was very quiet, the lights in the room were turned off, and with the curtains on the windows drawn, all that could be seen was the dimly shrouded hall.
From the first sight of this room, it has been in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. It seems to be just an ordinary residence where the owner is not present. There are only paper boxes on the table.
But Liang An, who was the first to walk into this room... always felt intuitively that there was something strange and subtle in this tranquility.
The furniture is placed just right, as step-by-step as a model house for people to visit. If I had to give an adjective, maybe it lacks the flavor of life.
Perhaps the only mess was that there were two bananas on the plate on the coffee table. The skin was brown and a little black, and they were already overripe. But other than that, all the furnishings were in order, and there was no room for error.
The timid and arrogant sunhat Liu Che met in the hotel seemed different.
If his contradictory performance was a result of selective compromise under the threat of force, then the contrast at this time is an even more incomprehensible fact.
From the most straightforward perspective, once that person is placed in such a scene, the unsophisticated red and green outfit will undoubtedly look out of place. The place where a person lives often indicates a person's temperament. Although there are also people who are glamorous to the outside and slovenly at home. They only try their best to show themselves to the outside world, but the opposite is true - they are sloppy to the outside and slovenly to the inside. The neat situation is much rarer than the former.
This is a very strange contrast, very strange.
Liang An walked into the room and motioned Jiang Qiu to wait for him outside and put on his gloves.
But when he first entered the room, he noticed something more obvious.
There seemed to be the sound of the door turning from the direction of the bedroom, and the rustling sound came secretly from not far away. If you didn't consciously distinguish it, you might even think it was the sound of wind.
But the sound of the wind... would not be in such a hesitant state of closing and releasing.
There is someone in the house.
Liang An's expression was stagnant, but he came to a conclusion in an instant.
This person doesn't seem to be very aggressive, but rather fearful?
So he took two steps back, retreated to the door, knocked on the door as if to make up for it, and asked seriously.
"Is there anyone in the house?"
He said it as if he could erase the fact that he had broken into the house on his own by taking two steps back.
Jiang Qiu, who was standing by the door and was affected by his sudden retreat, also took a step back. He didn't hear the sound from the door, but was surprised by Liang An's strange behavior again.
The bedroom door was finally opened, and someone walked out.
Liang An looked this man up and down intently, but Jiang Qiu was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Liang An, and found that he seemed indifferent and seemed even more confused.
