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"Jinsheng Advertising Company is a competitor of Xindian Advertising Company. Half a year ago, these two companies competed for elevator advertisements, and Xindian won." During the phone call, Lao Yu said quickly, "Jian Weiyuan had just joined Xindian, and followed Participated in this competition. Coincidentally, Jin Sheng was in charge of this competition was Jian Weiyuan's senior at university, and even more..."

Lao Yu spat out a few words heavily: "It's Jian Weiyuan's ex-boyfriend."

"Chen Mingyong, male, 26 years old, dated Jian Weiyuan, who had just entered school at that time, for a year in his senior year, and they broke up after graduation. According to Chen Mingyong's account, the breakup was because of a different place." After Lao Yu finished speaking, he added, "But I think this The grandson concealed it and touched his watch no less than ten times during the questioning."

"On the day of the competition for the elevator advertisement, Jian Weiyuan and Chen Mingyong met before the start, and came out after the end. Chen Mingyong was very angry and raised his hand to Jian Weiyuan when he went up. Later, Chen Mingyong's colleagues stopped him , he left angrily. Before leaving, he said harsh words - one day he will be killed."

"Contact their college classmates and ask about the situation." Disciplinary glanced at Song Buzhi, and said to Lao Yu on the other end of the phone, "Go and find out what exactly happened in the elevator advertising competition half a year ago. Tell me within two hours." I have the details."

"It's still up to you to explain it to the Ji team. Hehe, I have already ordered the young people under my command to do it!" Old Yu said, "That's all right, let's do this first, hang up."

Song Buzhi obediently waited for Discipline to finish his phone call, and looked at him eagerly.

Discipline was a little creeped by his eyes, and goosebumps popped out bit by bit on his arms.

——The violent temper that had been restrained for many years was provoked a bit, and he really wanted to beat up the person in front of him.

——This emotion came out of nowhere. In the end, the discipline attributed it to "Song Buzhi is sick."

"Follow me." Discipline put the phone back in his pocket, and gave Song Buzhi a sideways look.

Song Buzhi stood up obediently, smiling meekly: "Okay."

Discipline cannot connect the current Song Buzhi with the previous two Song Buzhi.

——Song Buzhi has a secret in him.

Discipline doesn't know what the secret is in him, but obviously, there is a secret.

——Certainly not as simple as mentally retarded or a playwright.

Song Buzhi obviously wouldn't take the initiative to tell him, so he could only observe by himself.

The best observation position is obviously to put him by his side.

Discipline did not drive a police car, but an extremely ordinary Volkswagen.

Song Buzhi put his hand on the doorknob on the side of the co-pilot and didn't move for a while.

Discipline looked from behind and asked, "What?"

Song Buzhi's right hand on the doorknob loosened, tightened and then loosened, and finally his arm even trembled slightly.He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.However, the veins on his forehead still twitched, and Song Buzhi raised his left hand to press it—he really didn't want to go, but, but...

"It's okay, Captain Ji, I'll go up right away." Song Buzhi turned his head and smiled at Discipline.

His skin is fair, his lips are light, and under the sun, it gives people the illusion that he is a fragile porcelain.

Discipline blinked, walked to the driver's seat, and sat in.

After both of them got in, Discipline started the car, turned his head and glanced at Song Buzhi, and said, "Seat belt."

"Yes, yes, I forgot!" Song Buzhi smiled gratefully, and quickly pulled out the seat belt buckle from the side, "Thank you, Team Ji, for reminding me!"

Discipline pulled his lips, but said nothing.

The car roared away, crossed Shuangjing Street, and headed towards the Municipal Bureau.

Discipline directly brought people to the video investigation room.In the office, the detectives are watching the surveillance video outside the Lvjing Garden community before and after the case of dismembering the refrigerator on February 2.

"Ji team."

When the policemen saw the discipline coming, they shouted together.

Discipline nodded to them and asked, "How?"

A policeman who looked to be in his 30s shook his head: "No suspicious person has been found yet."

Discipline said "hmm", and waved to Song Buzhi behind him: "Come here, let's watch the surveillance together."

Song Buzhi's head was full of question marks, and he said in his heart: "I'm mentally retarded, I'm not your subordinate, come here if you say so, how about a dog?"

But the body clearly violated Song Buzhi's will.

He obviously felt that he showed a ridiculous expression of "I will try my best to help you", and then "dengdengdeng" ran up and said, "Okay."

...is really fucking mentally retarded.

How much time is left?

Song Buzhi calculated silently in his heart, thinking, it might take more than an hour...

There is nothing to love.

A policeman quickly brought a chair for Song Buzhi, and said with a smile, "Sit here—hey, you wear so little, aren't you cold? Do you want me to bring you a coat?"

Song Buzhi smiled and declined his kindness: "It's not cold."

Discipline walked up to him, leaned on the table in front of him with one hand, took the mouse with the other, clicked a few times on the surveillance video, and then turned around and said to Song Buzhi, "Look carefully and see if there is anything suspicious."

"Suspicious?" Song Buzhi heard himself ask, "What's suspicious, Team Ji?"

Discipline stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "For example, did Chang Fei and Gao Bin appear in the surveillance, did they show any strange behavior, and for example, did anyone you know suddenly appear near your house... ..."

Song Buzhi quickly nodded a few times: "Yeah, I see."

"Okay, then you watch," Discipline said, "Call me if you find anything."

Discipline went out, and Song Buzhi was "forced" to start a long and boring investigation and monitoring trip.

The anger in his heart can no longer be sighed, Song Buzhi can only pray that the sequelae of this time will pass quickly, go home as soon as possible, and stay away from discipline as soon as possible.

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"You reported that a tattoo was found on the inside of the deceased's left calf?" Discipline came to the forensic room and asked Bai Zhuo who was resting with his eyes closed.

Bai Zhuo's vague voice came from under the notebook covering his head: "Yes, I took a photo, you can see, it's a letter and a number, M1."

Discipline took out a pair of gloves from a nearby cabinet, put them on, bent down to look at the left calf that had been cut into several pieces, and stopped when he turned to the piece above the ankle.He picked it up and stared carefully at a red spot on it.

There are two very small marks on the red place. If you look closely, you can see that they are "M" and "1", but they are really small.

So Discipline looked aside, found out the magnifying glass, aimed at the red mark, and looked carefully.

The letter "M" is flowing, like some kind of artistic font.The same is true for the number "1".

Bai Zhuo was silent for a while, then took the notebook resignedly, wiped his tired face, got up and walked over, saying, "It was done with tattoo techniques and dyes."

Taking a magnifying glass to observe the mark on the corpse from multiple angles, Discipline suddenly said, "Is this tattoo just done?"

Bai Zhuo yawned and nodded: "It's not more than 24 hours, it's very fresh."

Discipline narrowed his eyes: "After death?"

Bai Zhuo shrugged: "I'm not that good yet."

"But..." Bai Zhuo came closer, looked at the bright red "M1" with a magnifying glass in his hand, and said, "I'm more inclined to get tattooed after death."

Discipline threw him the magnifying glass, put down the body parts, took off his gloves, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Xiao Xie, ask Chang Fei immediately."

After hanging up, he called Old Yu again: "Old Yu, when you're talking, ask Jian Weiyuan's colleague and classmate if Jian Weiyuan has a tattoo on the inside of his left calf and ankle."

After hearing him finish the phone call, Bai Zhuo bumped his arm with his elbow: "You also prefer to be tattooed after death, right?"

Discipline glanced at him: "Evidence is important in handling cases."

Bai Zhuo spread his hands: "Yes, yes, but you still have to check if any of the suspects have tattoo skills?"

Discipline is noncommittal.

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"New here," Disciplinary caught a passing trainee policeman, couldn't remember the name, and simply ordered, "Jane Weiyuan's parents are here and notify me as soon as possible."

"Yes!" The trainee policeman stood up straight and replied loudly.

Discipline walked to the elevator, stretched out his hand, paused, and withdrew his hand again.

The bright red and enchanting mark of "M1" appeared in front of his eyes. Discipline rubbed his brows, feeling as if he had heard or seen this mark somewhere.

——He even had a feeling that "it was not tattooed by Jane Weiyuan, nor by the murderer".

When we got to the stairs, there were two policemen from another brigade smoking.

"Discipline team." The two policemen stopped joking, greeted discipline, and then went to another place to smoke.

Discipline waved the remaining smoke and opened the windows wider to let in air.

——He used to smoke, but he quit after entering the police academy.

In the garbage bin at the stairway, there were many cigarette butts lying here and there, one of which was still reddish, and it had just been smoked and had not been completely stamped out.

Bowing his head, he found a contact on his phone, and Discipline sent a message.

Just after sending it, the phone rang——

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"Ji team, here." In the video surveillance room, a picture detective pointed to a picture on the screen and said to discipline, "Mr. Song thinks this picture is suspicious."

This policeman was the one who moved the chair for Song Buzhi earlier. He looked at the picture on the computer screen, scratched his head, and said, "The rest of us can't see anything suspicious about this..."

In the picture, a young man in a dark coat appeared in front of a restaurant. He was walking out and seemed to have just come out of a meal.

This restaurant is exactly the one that Song Buzhi ate with Ji Ji before he came.

This picture was taken through a surveillance camera in front of the hotel.

It is really a very ordinary scene. The man is not holding anything, and his behavior is normal. There is nothing worthy of attention at all.

Discipline asked directly: "What's wrong with this picture?"

Song Buzhi stared at the screen with deep pupils——At this moment, a certain sequelae seemed to be temporarily suppressed, and a heavy emotion that could not be ignored weighed on his heart.

"He doesn't like this store and never eats it."

Song Buzhi said so.