Suspect NO.1

"what happened?"

Yan Twelve took the phone and frowned.

While Yan Twelve was watching, Qian Fan said, "The video before the bus crash was exposed on the Internet, and now? This incident? It has become a hot topic on the Internet."

Shi Ye had already scanned through it quickly, "Now? Even the murder of the Liang family has been exposed. Some radical netizens said that the Liang family deserves to die. It feels like someone is deliberately using public opinion to create pressure on the police."

Yan Twelve finished reading quickly, with a serious expression and deep and cold eyes.

He calmed himself down, thinking about all the details of the case, thinking about everything that had been overlooked.

Yan Twelve looked at Shiye and asked, "Can I find the IP address of the person who posted it?"

"Okay, I'll check now."

Since the other party can spread these things, first of all, it must be explained that the other party is the family member of the victim of the crash, because what they know so far is that the family member of the victim has seen the video.

Secondly, it may also be the murderer who killed the Liang family.

But Lin Chunchun? Has been arrested, so who is behind the scenes manipulating all this?

So there is no doubt about the suspect, Fang Tiantian is dead, Tang Jianlu is in the police station, Tang Tingzhou is also arrested.

The two siblings, Fang Mei and Fang De, are already in the police station, and Lin Chunchun is under arrest.

So... who else?

Shi Ye sat on Yan Twelve's desk, tapped the keyboard with his fingertips quickly, "I found it, the IP address is displayed as Qinchuan No. [-] Middle School."

And just as he spoke, Yan Twelve already thought, "It's Tan Mingran."

"Go, go to school."

The two returned to the bureau within half an hour before they had to leave again.

Before leaving, Yan Twelve said to Qian Fan, "Take a good look at Lin Chunchun. He should have killed someone, but not all of them. He must give a clear account."

"Got it, boss."

Third Middle School.

It was the holiday time, and the school was empty.

Yan Twelve showed his police officer's card, and the door guard let him go.

He was here last time, so it was easy to find Tan Mingran's office.

But at this time the office was empty and no one was there?

The grade director rushed over when he heard the news, and asked in surprise, "What are the two police officers looking for Teacher Tan?"

"We need to ask Teacher Tan to go back and assist in the investigation."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tan is? Not in? The office right now, Comrade police, wait a moment."

The grade director left in a hurry to look for Tan Mingran.

Tan Mingran's desk is by the window, it is very clean, there is a framed photo on the desk, it is a photo of Tan Mingran and his wife.

Yan Twelve's eyes fell on? There, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

Tan Mingran in the photo is full of happiness, and his wife is smiling happily.

If there were no accidents, they should be very happy now, with two lovely children.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and looked back at Tono.

Shi Ye's eyes were narrowed, his eyes were dark, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just then, the grade director came back.

"Comrade police, Mr. Tan is not at the school. I just asked the people in the security room, and they said that Mr. Tan left from the west gate half an hour ago."

The No. [-] Middle School has two gates, east and west. The east gate is used for students to go to and from school, while the west gate is used for the passage of faculty and staff.

Yan Twelve asked him, "Can I contact Teacher Tan?"

The grade director took out his mobile phone, "I have called Mr. Tan several times, but no one has answered."

Shi Ye's eyes lit up, and his face suddenly became ugly, "No, let's go!"

He turned and walked away, walking very fast.

Yan Twelve followed quickly, and the grade director also followed with a blank expression.

"What's wrong?" Yan Twelve grabbed Shi Ye's arm, met his gaze, and suddenly realized.

There was thin sweat on his forehead, his brows were tightly closed, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and together with him, "Let's go."

After getting in the car, Yan Twelve started it immediately.

Shi Ye pulled out the computer and said quickly, "I am now? Locating Tan Mingran's cell phone, I must find him immediately."

Time?, is the most precious moment.

Xicheng Police Station?

Outside the gate, there are cars coming and going, and the noise is lively.

The thin boy was carrying a big schoolbag, his arms were bent, and he was holding the schoolbag strap. He stood under the shade of a tree and looked up at the police station building.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his skin was very fair, and he looked gentle and well-behaved.

Lin Xijin came from the corner of the street. He just went to the convenience store, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and saw the boy standing under the tree at a glance.

"Why, want to go in?"

He stood beside the boy and asked him in a low voice.

Seeing the boy looking over, he lifted his chin slightly and pointed towards the direction of the police station building.

The boy flinched, his face panicked, a little helpless.

"Little classmate, are you? What's the matter? Do you need help from the police uncle?"

The boy looked young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, just in the prime of youth.

It doesn't look like the child will do bad things? Lin Xijin thinks that he may have some difficulties and needs help.

This feeling is inexplicable, but very strong.

Hearing what he said, the boy took another look at him and asked, "Are you a policeman?"

Lin Xijin also wears glasses with gold rims and thin frames.

His brows and eyes are warm, and his sharp eyes are covered, which makes people feel easy to get close to.

But those who are familiar with him know how indifferent and indifferent he is.

He is not a nosy person, he has dealt with dead people a lot, so he doesn't like contact with living people.

In the bureau, the relationship with Yan Twelve is better.

The boy's words made him chuckle, and a soft voice escaped from his lips, "Well, I'm a forensic doctor."

"Then...then you? Can..." The boy thought for a while, but he couldn't say the rest of the words.

He turned around and was about to leave. Lin Xijin felt that something was wrong, and reached out to hook the boy's book? The handle of the bag, "What's wrong? You can tell me. If you don't want to tell me, I can take you in. Then There are trustworthy police uncles inside."

The boy seemed to be hesitating a bit, hesitating, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"Or, you? Tell me first, see if I can help you?"

He handed over his ID to prove his identity, and told the boy by the way that he was not a bad person.

The author has something to say: Boy: Why do you always feel that you are being targeted by an old fox? !

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