While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 184 Finding the corpse
The next day, in Du Yifei's office, Song He and others were waiting for the news of the child murder case, while discussing the details of several cases with Du Yifei.

Compared with the unfamiliarity at the beginning, Du Yifei now treats the case more thoughtfully and comprehensively.

Although it is not as good as Ma Xuexian, who has been punished countless times by Song He, he has successfully broken away from Huya's level and is making rapid progress.

Finally, after lunch, part of the investigation results of the child murder suspects were sent to Du Yifei's office immediately.

After reading the information, Song He's depression dissipated slightly, but his mood was unavoidable and he handed the investigation results to Du Yifei.

"It's the child's second uncle." Song He's voice was a little low: "His company had three financial crises, and one happened just before the child was killed, but he survived that time safely."

"Only when the latest financial crisis came, he suddenly took out nearly 200 million funds for turnover, and the source of funds was unknown."

For a moment, everyone in the office was silent.

After a while, feeling the atmosphere was a bit dull, Huya suddenly yelled twice, and Du Yifei also said at the right time: "Consultant Song, I would like to thank you on behalf of the child who was killed. Please rest assured, I will never Let this man escape."

Song He nodded and bid farewell to Du Yifei. Before leaving, Huang Ligong took the time to thank the four of them.

After leaving Yuan County, even though everyone was used to seeing all kinds of cases, they still didn't say much.It wasn't until halfway that they adjusted their moods and started talking and laughing.

When we returned to Yucheng, it was already midnight.

In order not to wake up his sleeping parents, Song He quietly opened the door and crept into his bedroom.

Lying on the familiar bed, Song He felt peaceful in his heart. Thinking back to the private call he made to Shen Jianghe a day ago, he thought to himself, "Heir? Old man, you are as strong as a cow. What are you doing in such a hurry."

Muttering something in his mouth, Song He smiled bitterly again: "The bad old man's sensationalism on the phone made me make such a big promise, and there is no one else. It seems that I am really kind, upright, courageous and resourceful. Young genius."

Satisfied with the boast, Song He closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

The next day, Father Song who woke up early suddenly saw Song He who was busy in the kitchen, and almost screamed out. After finally calming down, he complained: "Can't you say hello when you come back? Scared your father to death."

Song He was taken aback when he heard this, and felt that it was really appropriate for his father to say this sentence to take advantage of him, so he couldn't help but feel happy.

So he smiled and handed a fried egg and a glass of juice to his father, looked him over and said, "Father, the weight loss effect is good, and I'm even thinner than before."

"Of course, I don't even look at who I am." Father Song took the breakfast from his son and ate it three times: "Club?"

"Yeah." Song He nodded, and in a blink of an eye, he ate five fried eggs and nearly a liter of fruit juice: "I really have to eat less in the morning, or my stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"You still have the face to say eat less?" Father Song was already used to his son's soaring appetite, but he still couldn't believe it at this moment: "With your appetite, who wouldn't say you're an idiot?"

Song He couldn't refute the complaint from his father, so he could only say helplessly: "Have you ever seen such a handsome, resourceful and resourceful idiot?"

The father and son hurried on their way while chatting and laughing, and arrived at the club not long after.

"Hello, uncle."

Fang Ming and Feng Zhihui, who arrived earlier, rushed forward to say hello. Several members even came to say hello to Song's father, and Song's father responded happily.

Song He approached Feng Zhihui and asked curiously, "When did my father become so popular?"

"You don't know yet?" Feng Zhihui smiled and said, "Since you got those fake police officers down last time, uncle has become a celebrity in the club, and many members say he has a good son."

"Is it up to them to say that?" Song Hetian said shamelessly, "Shouldn't my excellence be obvious to all?"

Feng Zhihui paused when he heard the words: "It's too choking to chat with you."

"Haha." Song He laughed: "Just get used to it."

"I want a life in full bloom..."

The phone rang, and Song He glanced at it and connected it:
"Hey, Lao Liu, what's the matter?"

"Use me? Come on, what case?"

"I'm sure why you still use me?"

"Understood, you want me to find the hidden corpse."

"No problem, I'll be there at eight o'clock on time."

After hanging up the phone, Song He suddenly noticed that Fang Ming and Feng Zhihui looked at him strangely, understood their thoughts in a blink of an eye, and said with a smile, "What? Did you scare you?"

Fang Ming looked at Song He with some worry, and asked with concern: "Have you been exposed to these cases for a long time? Isn't your head abnormal?"

"Change you!" Song He suddenly laughed angrily: "No matter how much you change, you can't become your muscular brain!"

When Song He came to the serious crime team, Liu Hui was already waiting for him with Hou Yi.

"Xiao Song, you're out of your mind, and you don't know how to come back to see us." Liu Hui greeted us with a smile.

"You still have the face to call me, you are busier than me!" Song He cursed with a smile, looking behind Liu Hui.

But just this one glance made Hou Yi, who had a shadow in his heart, subconsciously shrunk his head, and said with a stiff expression, "Hello, Consultant Song."

Song He nodded, pointed at Hou Yi and asked Liu Hui, "Is it easy to use? Leave it to me if you don't obey. It just so happens that I'm in a bad mood recently."

Hou Yi missed a beat when he heard his heartbeat, and quickly looked at Liu Hui nervously.

"Forget it, Xiaohou is very dedicated to work now, don't blame him." Liu Hui waved his hand and said, "I called you here today because the county has reported a case..."

Song He thought while listening, and gradually sorted out the case in his mind.

Seven days ago, a middle school student reported that her mother was missing, prompting the police to investigate.

Soon, the police found out from the surveillance cameras near the reporter’s home that the reporter’s stepfather had pushed the electric car she usually rode to the surrounding countryside to hide after the missing person disappeared.

In the process of locking the suspect and interrogating him, he voluntarily admitted to killing the missing person, and after dismembering the body, he threw it into the boiler and burned the body to wipe out the traces.

"The case was almost closed when we got here." Liu Hui shook his head and said, "But we found that his boiler did not have the conditions to completely incinerate people."

"Understood." Song He nodded: "You think there is something wrong with this person's confession, so you want me to help you confirm the authenticity."

Liu Hui laughed and said, "That's right, after all, you are a human lie detector, very reliable."

"About your evaluation of me, I only like the second half of the sentence." Song He asked with a smile, "Where is the suspect?"

"Already in the interrogation room." Liu Hui led Song He to an interrogation room.

Song He stood outside the one-way mirror, looking carefully at the man sitting alone inside.

This is a thin man in his forties, sitting quietly in the interrogation chair, with his eyes lowered and his head lowered, thinking about something.

After a moment, Song He nodded to Liu Hui, and the two of them walked in together.

Song He sat opposite the man, and said bluntly: "I am the case consultant of the serious crime team, and I need you to answer a few questions."

(End of this chapter)