I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

"Call Yi Guang and ask him to come and take notes!" Zheng Fenglin said to one colleague, and then told another colleague: "Bring over the victim's information."

The two colleagues acted quickly, and the team leader in charge of the case came over and said, "Feng Lin, what's wrong?"

Zheng Fenglin said: "The one who appeared on Mount Taizi is not necessarily the deceased. He did not have an alibi from the 20th to the 22nd."

As soon as Zheng Fenglin explained, the team leader immediately understood something, and suddenly realized: "His suspicion has not been cleared!"

The victim's information was quickly sent to the table, and the team leader and Zheng Fenglin looked through it together, both frowning.

"The deceased arrived in this city on the 20th, but booked a flight ticket to go back on the 22nd. This shows that she originally planned to go home after seeing each other. She might have plans to go to the bookstore, but she definitely had no plan to climb the mountain. Why did she suddenly appear on the 23rd? Prince Hill?"

"But the hotel has been booked for several days, and Yi Guang booked it. Did he have the idea of ​​'staying' here?"

"Su Xiang said that Yi Guang made an appointment with the deceased, and that the deceased was a lover of beauty. But we found no such content in the Weibo in the hotel."

"Could it be that Yi Guang prepared this Weibo in advance, just to confuse people's attention? Did Yi Guang plan it so long in advance?"

"But that girl's Weibo is still being updated today," Su Xiang showed the phone to the two, and explained at the same time: "It's because of this that I concluded that he didn't do anything, maybe it's just some fellow friends It's just a party. Unless he took away the dead man's mobile phone and is still posting Weibo as usual, just to show me."

Su Xiang felt incredible, she thought Yi Guang was a normal and good man even though he was a little weird.With him, pretending not to see those nasty things, you can live for a long time.But now, it's not, not only can't entrust him for life, but he has done very bad things.

"No," Zheng Fenglin shook his head and said, "This logic is not correct. We found the victim's mobile phone, and it was in her hotel. She even prepared two mobile phones, just to take pictures of Yi Guang's hooking up with her. Evidence .And she came to this city on the 20th and planned to go back on the 22nd. And you, you just told me that the woman only planned to play here on the 22nd. Are you sure that the deceased and the woman you knew were alone Is it?"

"There are two people!" The team leader suddenly realized, and said: "Yi Guang has a complex emotional relationship, and he may have hooked up with two women at the same time. One is the deceased, and the other is a woman A we don't know yet."

"Female A and Yi Guang are both lovers of the same perverted activity - Xiu Se." Zheng Fenglin added.

"The deceased and female A came to the city one after the other and met Yi Guang. Assuming that the murderer and the person who dumped the corpse were really Yi Guang, then the only time Yi Guang went to Prince Hill to dump the corpse was on the 23rd."

"On the 23rd, Yi Guang went with Female A." Zheng Fenglin picked up the team leader's words and said, "If Yi Guang really dismembered the deceased in advance, then when the body was thrown out on the 23rd, the presence of Female A Won't it get in the way?"

"Unless, female A is his accomplice." The team leader frowned, pointed his fingers on the table, and emphasized: "This female A is our current breakthrough!"

Zheng Fenglin stretched out his hand to Su Xiang, and Su Xiang handed over the phone politely.Zheng Fenglin passed the phone to another colleague and said, "Check with Sina as soon as possible to confirm the user's latest login date and location, as well as the recent activity track."

The colleague took the mobile phone and went to make a call.

Su Xiang has been on the sidelines, watching the criminal policemen busy, a little at a loss. "Mr. Zheng, Yi Guang, can he really kill people?"

Zheng Fenglin looked at Su Xiang and said, "You are familiar with him, what do you think?"

Su Xiang stopped talking, covered her mouth and didn't know what she was thinking.The tears in the eyes are looming, and it really can't be true.

Could it be that the two of them have real feelings?Zheng Fenglin thought.

"Look, I know that bastard is not a good person, you still—" Mrs. Su cursed a few times, but after seeing her daughter's expression, she fell silent, sighed and said: "We mothers look at men My eyesight is not good, why is my life so hard?"

At this time, another criminal policeman who notified Yi Guang to come over to take notes came over and said in a low voice, "Team leader, Yi Guang's phone can't be reached."

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Lao Chen ate a bowl of rice noodles and several skewers of meat at the barbecue stand. When he settled the bill, the boss reported: "42 yuan and [-] cents."

Old Chen waved his hand and said, "40 yuan."

"This small business is only a fraction of two yuan and a half, and I can't afford it—" The boss spread his hands, and when he wanted to continue arguing, he saw the tattoo on Lao Chen's arm.

Lao Chen looked at the boss with a pair of old-fashioned eyes, and said, "You also said, it's only two yuan and a half, what can't afford it? Forty yuan, it's forty."

These eyes are very fierce, a little panicked.The boss nodded repeatedly and said, "Forty is forty, forty."

Old Chen snorted coldly.

What is lacking in this world is people who judge the situation.Everyone thought they had it, but in the end it was Lao Chen himself.

Lao Chen stood up, walked back to his taxi, and suddenly kicked the door: "Damn, female cousin!"

A few days ago, I met a little girl who couldn't judge the situation. I taught her a little lesson. This was done for the society. If it wasn't for me, someone else would teach that little girl to be a human being.But what I didn't expect was that the little girl's mother came to the company to complain about herself.

What was even more unexpected was that the boss actually told himself that as long as the little girl held him accountable, he would be fired.

"Cousin!" Old Chen cursed again, burping out the burp in his throat, and then opened the car door and got in.

Almost as soon as he got in, the co-pilot's door was pulled open.A man in a hoodie sits in and says, "Do you want to go to the suburbs?"

Old Chen took a look at the man in the rearview mirror—his habit—and found that the man still lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly.

This society is becoming more and more indifferent. Many passengers are unwilling to chat with passengers or make eye contact. They feel that they are inferior.Old Chen got used to it, and while starting the engine, he said, "Where are you going? Did you just finish the barbecue?"

"Well, I see that you are a driver, and I have been paying attention to you for a long time." The man said.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a talkative person. Lao Chen came to chat and said, "Good eyesight! Where are you going?"

"On the edge of the moat in the eastern suburbs."

"Oh, there's an old abandoned factory over there. It's very deserted. Why are you going there so late?" Lao Chen drove the car, turned on the navigation, and was already thinking about how to make a detour.

This kind of driving to the suburbs at night is easy to get tricked.Even if they found out, most of them would not dare to say anything, because the steering wheel is in their hands, and they are very tall, so it is impossible to lose with their hands.

The only exception was the little girl who had already arrived there last time, and she still cared about the few steps with herself.If you want to care about it, then I will send you to the mountains!Hmph, let's see if you dare to say anything.

Lao Chen also planned to do the same this time, but he didn't expect the guest sitting next to him to speak first before he planned to turn the corner. "Don't detour, I know."

Old Chen was startled, he laughed and said, "How can that be."

Still drive straight.

What's the matter with this person, why did he know that he planned to take a long way?

"Are you familiar with that area? What do you work for? Surveyor or something?" Old Chen asked.

"Writer." The man's voice was deep, and he seemed to smile slightly.

"Book writers, oh..." Lao Chen said, but he was thinking in his heart: those who sell calligraphy are the ones who sell calligraphy, writers, why pretend to be coercive, huh.