Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The police brought Ding Jian's confiscated mobile phone, and he hurriedly directed the police to open his transaction records.

His income basically comes from scrapyards. If it's a few hundred yuan, he gets it from selling computer parts.

"The 9th, 14th, 21st, and 23rd of last month! And last Tuesday and last Friday." Ding Jian said quickly.

He was afraid that if he spoke slowly, the record would disappear.

The police also quickly called up the surveillance of the past few days. Ding Jian added: "I usually go there at three or four in the afternoon, and I get there around 5:30."

The time of his departure was also carefully considered, just in time to avoid the rush hour of commuting.

When he got to the magazine, it would take him one to two hours to dismantle the parts, and it would be around eight o'clock in the evening before he returned.

After leaving Xinhe Magazine, you have to go through a long tunnel to enter the main city. At that time, no one was passing through.

"Oh, yes, is this you?"

Ding Jian came to the screen and said overjoyed: "It's me! I wear this dress often, and the plastic sheet is also what the scrapyard owner and I asked for. If you ask him, maybe he still remembers it. !”

In the surveillance video, it can be clearly seen that Ding Jianhui passed the nearest intersection to Xinhe Magazine at almost five o'clock and waited until evening to go back.

The first few times, his tricycle was bulging because he put the entire computer screen and host on the car. The next few times, he just transported some parts.

He didn't lie about this.

"How about it! I just said it's not me, I just went there to pick up scrap! You said I stole and detained me for a few days, and I agreed." Ding Jian was very excited, "But if you want to say I kidnapped someone, I won't do it. That kind of outrageous thing."

Although he has no future, he also knows what he must not do.

Ding Jian shook the handcuffs on his hands and said, "Can you please loosen them for me now? This thing is strangling me and it makes me uncomfortable!"

However, the policeman still had a serious expression on his face and said: "No, this video can only prove that you did go to the magazine to steal. It cannot prove that you are not the kidnapper who kidnapped Yuan Jiahao. Unless, You can prove that you had an alibi when Yuan Jiahao disappeared."

"Ah? How can I prove it?" Ding Jian seemed to have been drained of all his strength and slumped on the chair.

He remembered that he obviously just went to have a barbecue that day. He drank some wine with his brothers that day. Although he was not drunk to the point of fragmentation, his memory was a little blurry.

He was originally timid, but now that he was in the police station and faced with questioning from the police, he was even more nervous and couldn't think of anything.

"Sorry, can I ask another question?" Chu Yao said.

The policeman nodded and said, "Excuse me?"

"I want to ask, how do you open the lock when you go to the magazine to pick up scraps?"

"Ah?" Ding Jian was stunned, "Brother, are you still thinking about my skills in collecting waste? It's already this time, I see you're not in a hurry at all..."

He pursed his lips and said, "I used a small vise to pry the lock bolt hard and open it. When I went out, I screwed the lock bolt back."