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At nine o'clock in the evening, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Zhang Wen on duty was taking a nap. The extension on the table rang. He shook his head, woke up, and answered the phone: "Hello, ** Branch, Criminal Investigation Team."

The caller panicked: "Someone here, here is dead."

Zhang Wenluo woke up from sleep and immediately asked, "Where?"

The other party said: "Hongjiang Bridge Cave."

After Zhang Wen told some matters, he hung up the phone and knocked on the door of the small office nearby: "Deputy team, there is a murder case."

Deputy Xing team immediately connected with the forensic and trace inspection departments.

At 9:30, the criminal investigation team's Cheng team arrived at the scene of the murder.

"Team Cheng."

"Has the identity of the deceased confirmed?"

Deputy Xing team handed over a pair of gloves: "The deceased was named Peng, a foreign national, 23 years old, and he had a student ID in his backpack. He should still be a student."

Team Cheng put on the gloves and entered the bridge hole: "Did you contact your family?"

"not yet."

Team Cheng walked to the front of the corpse and crouched down to check. The corpse was lying on its back. There was not much blood on the ground and there was no trace of fighting: "What about the time of death?"

"About an hour and a half ago." Deputy Xing pointed to the head of the corpse. "The cause of death has to be reported by the forensic doctor. The preliminary estimate is traumatic intracranial hemorrhage, and the murder weapon is still uncertain."

Team Cheng checked around the corpse: "Is there any surveillance nearby?"

Deputy Xing team shook his head: "This area has been deserted for a long time. There is a camera ten meters away, and it is still a blind spot.

Before this bridge hole was abandoned, it was the junction of highways and urban roads. Later, the highway was rebuilt, and there was no access here. One end of the bridge hole was blocked with bricks. The depth is five or six meters. Even if there is a camera outside, it will take pictures. Not the case inside.

The location of the body is a blind spot of vision.

Moreover, the scene was too clean, Team Cheng was having a headache, and a phone call from the Criminal Intelligence Division came.

"Why are you calling me at night?"

The other party greeted first, his voice mixed with a little laziness: "Your criminal investigation team has another case?"

This guy! Team Cheng squatted beside the corpse and chatted with him: "Do you know it again?"

"The crime scene was in Hongjiangqiao Cave?"

Know this!

Team Cheng felt that this guy had a'eyeliner', and said with a smile: "Team Joe, you are very well informed."

Qiao Nanchu was noncommittal, as if chatting, and said: "There should be no surveillance there. If there is an eyewitness," he stopped, took a cigarette, "look for it, maybe."

There is something in the words.

After hanging up the phone, the Cheng team called Zhang Wen from the team over: "Go and get a reward banner for the witness."

This banner was quite useful. At ten o'clock the next morning, witnesses came to the police station.

The witness was in his forties and was a taxi driver.

The driver's eldest brother didn't know what he was excited about. In short, he was very excited. He looked left and right, then raised two fingers: "There are two murderers."

Zhang Wen stopped writing and asked the witness: "Did you see it?"

"I don't have one." The driver's eldest brother immediately emphasized, "But the dash cam in my car captured it. The murderer must be two people."

Said as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

"About what time?"

"About eight o'clock." Fearing that the police comrades would not believe it, he said carefully and carefully, "I have the habit of listening to the radio, and it happened to be listening to the eight o'clock stall."

Zhang Wen followed and asked: "At that point, what are you doing in Hongjiang Bridge Cave?" The pen tapped on the table, "That road is very deserted, and no one usually goes."

"Comrade, you are not suspicious of me." The driver's eldest brother felt that this comrade was not good enough. He didn't even believe in a positive citizen like him. He had to explain quickly, "I drove the customer to the neighborhood and received it again just below the bridge. Two guests."

Zhang Wen continued to ask: "I won't leave after receiving a guest? Waiting to shoot the murderer there?"

The police comrades are so suspicious now? !

"It's the guest waiting for someone. It might be raining. They hit my car and waited in my car." The driver's eldest brother glanced at the opposite comrade, fearing that he would still doubt, his voice was amplified several degrees. , Continued, "After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the dash cam was kept on, and two people were photographed entering and exiting the bridge hole."

"Where is the driving recorder?"

"It has been handed over to your colleagues."

"Are the two guests still impressed?"

The driver's eldest brother thought for a while: "I dyed a blue hair." He slapped his thigh, "Looks like a fairy, and there is a big guy who winces."

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The Criminal Identification Division called over and replied, saying that the video has not been manipulated.

Zhang Wen hung up: "Team Cheng, there is no problem with the driving recorder."

The video taken by the recorder was on the computer of Team Cheng. He tapped the blank button, and the screen was frozen. There was a man and a woman on the screen.

"Go and invite the two suspects."

At three thirty, the Luo family.

Without knocking on the door, Luo Changde directly pushed open the door of Luo Qinghe's room. His eyes were puffy and he looked worried: "The body has been found by the police."

Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Luo Qinghe was wearing earrings. He raised his head and glanced in the mirror: "Why?"

Luo Changde panicked and angry: "Why don't you let me dispose of the body?"

She smiled and asked, "Why do you want to deal with it?"

Luo Changde stayed up all night, his eyes were red, his cheekbones were too high, and his eyes looked a little bulging: "Aren't you afraid that the police will suspect us?"

Luo Qinghe got up from the chair in front of the vanity mirror and turned around: "I didn't kill anyone, what am I afraid of."

"I didn't kill anyone either."

She laughed: "Really?"

Luo Changde glared.

She was still smiling, with thin lips and single eyes, and a very unfeeling look. Unlike Luo Changde, she looked like her mother Xiao.

"I have been thinking yesterday, if it is just to get my handle, are you so exhausting?" She lifted her eyelids and looked at Luo Changde, in an unhurried tone, with a confident tone, "Is it right? Is there such a possibility? The things in the hands of Prophet Peng may not necessarily be directed at me. Perhaps there are also things that are not good for you."

When Luo Changde heard this, his expression flustered: "Is the thing in your hands?"

This reaction...

She was right.

"Dad," she smiled, "what are you pretending to be stupid when you leave me here, don't you know where the things are?"

Luo Changde snorted coldly, "Stop with me."

At this point in the conversation, someone outside the door knocked on the door: "Mr. Miss, the police are here."

Luo Changde's face suddenly changed.

Without waiting for the father and daughter in the room to speak, the criminal investigation team's Cheng team opened the door, came in and took a look, and smiled: "It just so happens that both of them are there, so we don't have to look for them one by one."

Luo Qinghe looked calmly: "Something?"

Of course, their criminal investigation team is not full and nothing to do. The Cheng team showed the proof first: "Last night around 8 o'clock, both of you have been to Hongjiang Bridge Cave."

The expressions of the two of you are not very good now.

The Cheng team is straight to the point, and the handcuffs are taken out: "You are suspected of an intentional homicide. You are now urgently arrested. Do you have something to say? If so, our colleagues will help you record it."

The father and daughter looked at each other, but they didn't speak.

The Cheng team directly asked the brother below to take the people away and searched the scene.

After the criminal investigation team left, the subordinate went to the study: "Chairman." There was no sound inside, and the subordinate did not dare to go in, so he said at the door, "Mr. and Missy were taken away by the police."

Inside, Luo Huaiyu opened the bottom layer of the drawer and took out the file bag. He opened it, took a look, and then fell to the ground severely.

Police station.

Deputy Xing team and Zhang Wen came out of the interrogation room together.

Team Cheng asked: "Is the trial finished?"

Zhang Wen said: "The trial is over."

"How to say?"

Deputy Xing went to pour a glass of water, and Zhang Wen picked it up and sat down on the table: "Neither recognize it, the father and the daughter have negotiated, and the confession is exactly the same. By the time there, the person was dead."

The forensic doctor’s report has not yet come out, and the authenticity of the statement is still unclear.

Team Cheng asked again: "Did you say why they went there?"

Zhang Wen shrugged: "Don't say anything." He took the water handed over by the deputy team and took a sip of throat. "These two have seen the scene, not at all shocked, what else to say—"

Zhang Wenxue repeated Luo Qinghe's tone without missing a word: "It should be your police who are looking for evidence to prove that I am guilty, rather than asking me to find evidence to prove my innocence."

Deputy Xing team took a word: "This woman is arrogant and smart, and most people really can't cure her."

The landline on the table rang.

Team Cheng answered and gave a hum. After listening to that, he replied ‘thank you’ and then hung up: “The forensic doctor said that there was no blood on the second person except Peng Zhongming.”

That is to say, so far, there is no direct evidence to prove that the Luo family and his daughter killed people.

Zhang Wenchang sighed: "This is troublesome. If no evidence is collected at the scene, it will be difficult to prove their guilt by the dash cam alone." He thought and assumed, "These two people are almost the same in and out. Who killed it? I think Luo Qinghe was more calm. Could it be Luo Changde who killed it?"

Zhang Wen touched his chin: "It is also possible that she pretended to be deliberate. Could it be a collusion of father and daughter?"

Team Cheng gave him a false kick: "Don't guess here, go find evidence."

Zhang Wen put down the cup and saluted: "Yes, Sir!"

On the road opposite the criminal investigation team, an off-road vehicle was parked, with the license plate last numbered four and three.

It is not the car of the fourth son of the Qiao family.

He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and looked at the co-pilot: "Who is the murderer?" He put a hand on the steering wheel and tapped slowly, "Luo Changde or Luo Qinghe?"

Jiang Zhi didn't seem to sleep well last night, and his spirits were average: "Is it important?"

Qiao Nanchu smiled and asked, "Isn't it important?"

In Jiang Zhi’s beige coat, there is a pink sweater. You can tell who made it at a glance. With such an ostentatious match, he also wore an expensive boyish look. His hair was dyed a few days ago, and the matte blue It's a bit heavy, and sitting there, the demon is pleasing to the eye.

He said lazily: "It doesn't matter who the murderer is for the time being, as long as the prophet Peng in prison knows that there are these two suspects."

Qiao Nanchu couldn't help but laugh: "Jiang Zhi, who are you calculating?"

He looked at the rearview mirror in the car and scratched the hair on his forehead: "You said if Prophet Peng knew that his son was killed by the Luo family, would he still be tight-lipped?"

Qiao Nanchu laughed and called him a vixen.

Wearing the skin of a beauty, he was cunning in his bones.

The vixen was very satisfied with his hair color, with a smile on the corners of his lips: "Make arrangements for me. I'm going to see him."