The daily life of a double-faced rookie and an awkward old detective

While speaking, Yuan Che took pictures of the girl on the three autopsy reports, then made a phone call and walked out of the office.

He first contacted the director of the police station who was going to intercept Qian Dazhi just now.When the director said that they would reconcile with the old lady, the old lady told how she found out Qian Dazhi came back, how she waited at the door, how she blocked him, and even attracted the surrounding neighbors to watch.

Judging from the old lady's words, Qian Dazhi came back almost as soon as they left.If the old lady called when she knew he was coming back, there might be a chance to stop him.But the old lady just played the police game, and listened to the door for a long time before making a call, and her voice was quite loud.

Probably her loud voice scared Qian Dazhi away.

They went to Qian Dazhi's house to have a look. None of the luggage or items in their house had been touched, only the books in the study room had been rummaged out of the cabinet, as if they were looking for something.

Qian Dazhi was looking for something in the hollowed-out fairy tale collection.What will Qian Dazhi come back to get after disappearing for nearly two days?What are you using it for?This thing is no longer in the box, and it wasn't Qian Dazhi who took it away, who could it be?

From the distance from the office building to the parking lot, Ke Ran followed Yuan Che quietly, smiling quietly.

When he got to the front of the car, Ke Ran immediately opened the passenger door, like a competent professional driver.

Yuan Che ignored him and went straight into the cab.Ke Ran resentfully got into the co-pilot.

Yuan Che looked at his smiling face with a warm and angry face:

"Don't be so hippie, I don't like that."

As expected, Ke Ran was obedient, and he put away his beating face.Yuan Che was about to start the car when Ke Ran suddenly said:

"What did the old man tell you?"

Yuan Che stopped his movements and turned his body sideways to face Ke Ran:

"I would like to ask you what you said to him."

Ke Ran looked at Yuan Che's unkind expression, and scratched his head shyly:

"He asked me why I didn't come home all night, and I said I was at your house, that's all."

"The meaning of his words is as if I brought you into the big dye vat and pressed my head to prevent you from coming out."

"He said he knew you before, and said that you can't be a good example in all aspects. Especially you often hang around bars, worrying that you are probably the kind of person who hangs around flowers."

Yuan Che turned around, looked at the windshield in front of him, and said nothing.

Ke Ran leaned out and leaned over to look at Yuan Che: "What's wrong? Are you angry? He said it all, but I didn't say anything."

"From now on, if I don't ask you anything, you are not allowed to make a sound." After Yuan Che finished speaking, he twisted the car key vigorously, and the car seemed to feel his bad mood, and the sound of ignition was particularly irritable.

On the 30-minute drive from the police station to Yin Li's house, Ke Ran was fine, but his body twisted and twisted like hundreds of lice running together.

Finally, Yuan Che couldn't stand the rustling noise around him, so he recounted the director's description on the phone just now, and finally asked Ke Ran:

"What do you think made him desperate to come back to find this thing? What would this thing be?"

Ke Ran thought for a while and said:

"Tell me, can this thing be a life-saving thing?"

Yuan Che asked, "Why do you say that?"

Ke Ran turned his body to Yuan Che: "We saw from the surveillance that their family seemed to be threatened and ran away in a hurry. In the end, the son really died. If it is normal, under such a dangerous situation, the son suddenly disappeared and lost contact. Are the parents anxious? The most normal way to deal with it is that they will call the police. But the problem is that they have done something shady and cannot call the police. Suppose, the reason for them to run away that scares them is not visible The bare one, the missing square thing? That square thing was what the person who threatened them wanted?"

Yuan Che pouted and said: "So it was that thing that brought them the disaster of killing their lives."

Ke Ran nodded: "Yes, that's why he was going to hand over the things to save his life. But someone took the things away before him."

Yuan Che went on to say: "The people who took the things are not in the same group as the people who threatened them."

Curran agrees.

Yuan Che was silent for a few seconds, then said thoughtfully: "It's still the same problem. They were panicked when they left home, since they had already been threatened at that time. With their fear, if he starts How about taking the things out? Why didn’t he hand them over in the first place? Instead, he came back to find the things after Qian Lang died?”

Ke Ran hesitated for a moment and said, "Perhaps, they were not threatened with their lives at first, or they didn't take the threat seriously. Qian Lang's death made Qian Dazhi feel that the person who threatened them was serious."

Yuan Che said: "In other words, they probably already knew that Qian Lang was dead. Or even witnessed it with their own eyes?"

Ke Ran shook his head: "From the descriptions of the aunt and the driver, we can see that Qian Dazhi is conscious and healthy. If he really witnessed it with his own eyes, he would not just do nothing and watch his son die. A tiger's poison does not eat its child."

Yuan Che turned the steering wheel and overtook the car in front with an accelerator pedal: "Maybe, he didn't see it, but his son disappeared, and he started to get scared. Would you like to trade this for his son's life?"

Ke Ran: "If Qian Dazhi seems to be being chased as described by the driver, is it possible that the murderer has been monitoring Qian Dazhi, knowing where he is, and giving him instructions at any time. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for one person to do it. Completed."

Yuan Che nodded: "The murderer is not alone."

It was almost the evening rush hour, and there were more cars on the road. At a red light ahead, Yuan Che stopped the car and changed the subject:

"Qi Yunda's daughter also committed suicide. He is hesitant to speak again today. Could he be related to this case?"

Ke Ran didn't answer right away, he seemed to be recalling every scene he experienced in the afternoon, and he didn't speak until the car started:

"They live in the same community. It's really convenient if we want to monitor Qian Dazhi's house. I think we should learn more about his daughter's life." He looked at Yuan Che's cell phone, meaning something.

Yuan Che stretched out his hand and waved it feignedly:

"Stop it, I don't want to contact that brave aunt anymore. You, call the director and ask him to help you understand."

During the discussion between the two, the car drove near Yin Li's house, and Yuan Che parked the car in an empty parking space.

They got out of the car and walked along the path for a while, and stopped when they were two streets away from Yin Li's house.

Yuan Che took a look at the surrounding environment.

This neighborhood is full of houses from the 90s of the last century. Both sides of the street are full of cars, leaving only narrow roads. Occasionally, people pass by in twos and threes, some in a hurry, some leisurely.

Yuan Che looked at the time, and it was written in the report that Yin Li's mother was working in a clothing store, so she should still be at work at this time.

There is a breakfast bun shop on this street, only two alleys away from Yin Li's house.

Yuan Che walked into the steamed stuffed bun shop, and the inside was as messy as expected.

He found a table and sat down, watching Ke Ran walk in in all his white clothes, looking very eye-catching.

Ke Ran didn't seem to notice the mottled walls and greasy tables around him at all, and sat directly opposite Yuan Che.

The proprietress is a middle-aged woman in her 40s, who swayed over and yawned:

"What to eat?"

"Three meat buns, how about you?" Yuan Che asked Ke Ran.

Ke Ran smiled and said:

"I want the same."

Yuan Che looked at Ke Ran, who was looking around with great interest, as if they were not sitting in a dirty breakfast shop in a residential alley, but in the lobby of a five-star hotel, and he showed a pleasing expression.

What made Yuan Che even more puzzled was that during this period of time, when watching Ke Ran eat, he was more inclined towards vegetarian dishes. He once saw him pick out the poor meat from the plate and put it aside, so careful that even a shred of meat None stay.

Why is he still eating meat buns now?

"Aren't you a vegetarian?" Yuan Che felt that there was no need to mutter in his heart.

"Me? Who said that?" Ke Ran finally stopped looking around and turned to look at Yuan Che with raised eyebrows.

"I see that you don't seem to like meat very much when you usually eat."

Ke Ran lowered his head and fiddled with the disposable chopsticks on the table:

"Ah, let's see when I'm in a good mood, I'll eat meat. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll be a vegetarian. You see, I'm in a good mood now, so of course I eat meat."

Yuan Che thought about this sentence, why is it a little bit unpleasant to taste it carefully?

The proprietress dragged her slippers and brought up two servings of meat buns. The plate on which the buns were placed was fairly clean. The proprietress also used disposable plastic gloves to hold the buns, but the gloves looked like they had been used for an unknown number of days.

Yuan Che was used to such an environment, he picked up the meat bun and took a bite, watching how Ke Ran could eat it.

As a result, his steamed stuffed bun fell into his mouth, and half of the steamed stuffed bun on Ke Ran's side was already in his stomach. He praised while eating:

"Well, the taste is really good. Ma'am, do you have any secret recipe for this steamed stuffed bun?"

The proprietress raised her chubby arms and was stretching her waist, but she was almost twisted by Ke Ran's words.

Apparently it was the first time she had heard someone talk like that, so talkative, and such a handsome person.Just now she couldn't help but look at Ke Ran twice more, and now she is staring at Ke Ran with a smile on her narrow eyes:

"Are you joking? My steamed stuffed bun is the most common and popular. If there was a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, it would have opened a chain store long ago."

Having said that, the audible tone is obviously very useful.

The proprietress looked at Ke Ran's Ben'erxiang, and she seemed to really like it, and she was even happier. She pulled the chair she was sitting on and asked:

"Seeing that you are neatly dressed, how come you come to our small shop to eat steamed stuffed buns?"

Ke Ran had already swallowed a bun and pointed at Yuan Che with his chin:

"I followed him. You ask him why he came here to eat."

Yuan Che tasted the steamed stuffed bun carefully, and it was indeed not that delicious, so he couldn't help shaking his head at Ke Ran's exaggerated performance.Seeing that Ke Ran threw the conversation to him, he could only pick up:

"I smell the steamed stuffed bun, and I'm just hungry. Ma'am, how long have you been here?"

"It's been more than three years. Fortunately, the people around are not particular, and there aren't many breakfast shops around here, so the business is barely enough." The lady proprietress spoke her chin and watched them eat the buns.

Yuan Che looked around:

"If your place is brighter, the business will be better."

"I'm too busy, it's just me and the dead ghost, and the dead ghost is always away." The proprietress complained.

Yuan Che started to talk about the key points, so that she wouldn't be embarrassed to blame the dead ghost:

"The people who come here to eat are all regulars, right?"

"Well, it's true. People who come and go are familiar with each other. If they are familiar with each other, they will pay on credit. We still have people on credit for small businesses here. This business is really difficult to do." The proprietress seemed to be very distracted. ability.

Yuan Che continued to get closer to the topic: "To be honest, we came here to find someone, but we searched around for several times and couldn't find the place. I don't know if you know him or not."

The proprietress was admiring the two handsome men, she looked very happy, and she answered simply:

"Tell me. Those who have come to buy steamed stuffed buns, I can name them every time they pass by."

"Is there someone named Wang Fanglin living around here?"

The proprietress was staring at Ke Ran who was still licking his lips exaggeratedly after eating three buns, looking at his handsome face, the corners of his mouth had already grinned behind his ears.But when she heard Yuan Che's words, she was stunned for a moment, put down the hand that was supporting her chin, the smile on her face was slightly restrained, and she looked back at Yuan Che's nonchalant expression:

"What are you looking for her for?"

Yuan Che found a reason: "Ah, we are a life insurance company, and we are finally doing an investigation. The person in front of me has just been transferred, and the files have been messed up. Now we are asked to investigate again. We don't even have an address. An approximate place, how to check?"

The proprietress looked at their shirts and trousers, and she was half convinced.It's not for insurance, who would dress like this on such a hot day, she hurriedly said: "Insurance? That's good, if it's insurance, maybe she can live on."

Ke Ran smelled: "What? Is her life difficult?"

The proprietress said with a sympathetic expression: "Can it be better? The man ran away long ago, and the daughter committed suicide again. Oh, no, she died of illness, and it was an accident. Does your insurance not pay for suicide?"

Yuan Che hurriedly answered, "Eldest sister knows a lot. That's why we came to investigate."

The proprietress said firmly: "I said it was definitely not a suicide. We see that girl every day, and she laughs every day. She respects the old and loves the young. The neighbors around praise her for being sensible and filial. How can she commit suicide when she says suicide?"

Yuan Che pretended to be surprised: "Is that so, did you notice anything wrong with that girl before she died?"

The proprietress rolled her eyes: "I didn't. I didn't see her much during that time. Maybe it was because I was too busy studying. If you say that the children are under too much psychological pressure now, maybe it's because of the stress that they got sick. "

Yuan Che asked again: "Where is that Wang Fanglin? How are you doing recently?"

The proprietress shook her head: "I seldom see her. Occasionally I see her with a sad face. Who would be happy if this matter is shared. If it were me, I would have cried to death long ago."

"Then do you know where she works?" Yuan Che asked.

The proprietress thought for a while, then answered ambiguously: "It seems to be a clothing store called Furui, or Fuxiang, a small workshop that specializes in work clothes. Speaking of which, their family used to be quite beautiful. His old man opened a clothing store. She made her own clothes and sometimes designed clothes. His old man sold them out and earned a lot of money. But then his old man became addicted to gambling and always went out to gamble. When he ran away, he owed a lot of debts and lost money. The shops and houses were all sold before they could barely pay back.”

Yuan Che was about to ask again, when there was a knock on the door, the door was open, but someone knocked on the glass door anyway, and a clean and delicate voice came from the door:

"Miss Boss, here are two steamed stuffed buns."

The proprietress turned her head to look at the door. The western light at the door made the faces of the people standing at the door in shadows. She could only walk over to say hello:

"Hey, you, why do you remember to patronize our business?"

Although the proprietress spoke politely, her tone was not quite right.She actually used your address, it seems that the visitor is a very respected person.

When the person at the door walked into the store, Yuan Che could see clearly when the sunset light receded from her body.

An old lady came in, with thin cheeks, almost white hair, gray short sleeves and linen black trousers, she looked clean and neat.Age has drawn a ditch on her face, but it has also added a lot of wisdom.The old lady walked steadily, and her movements when she sat down were even more gentle.

Anyone who sees such an old man can't help but take a second look.

After two glances, Yuan Che realized that he had seen this old lady in a coffee shop today, and there was another woman with her.

Coincidentally, I met him twice a day.