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Ren Wenli called. The son of the victim in the Tongzilou case was indeed not very obedient. He often ran around in the convenience store where his mother worked, and once knocked down the shelves, causing trouble to the store.

But that was before, and now the child has become a mute, unable to speak or dare to contact people, and has become a completely different person.

In the milk tea shop opposite the convenience store, Jin Zhou and Ren Wenli were sitting at the door. There were two cups of milk tea on the small round table, but they didn't move much.

"The murderer must have contact with the victim and the victim's children at the same time, so that he can come to the conclusion that 'children are not sensible'."

Ren Wenli wrote down the key words in the notebook, drawing circles and arrows again, Jin Zhou glanced at it, it was messy, and couldn't understand Ren Wenli's thinking logic.

"This way the scope can be narrowed down." Looking away, Jin Zhou picked up the milk tea and took a sip. The cold liquid slid down his throat, driving away his early drowsiness.

"Children go to school during the day and stay at home at night, so they are unlikely to have contact with the murderer. The time period when the mother and child can be seen by the murderer at the same time is nothing more than on the way to school and on the way back from school."

Ren Wenli drew a long solid line on the notebook again, representing 24 hours in a day.But there wasn't enough blank space on the paper, and the long solid lines inevitably intersected with other information she had written down, making it look messy and unclear.

"I said sister, can you draw a better picture?" Jin Zhou couldn't bear it, took the notebook and signature pen from Ren Wenli's hand, opened a clean page, and clearly listed various possibilities.

"First of all, it is the time on the way to school. During this time, ordinary people often have breakfast and traffic. I guess casually, the murderer may be the owner of the bun shop, or the bus driver. But Luo Xueqing has her own car. So traffic should be ruled out."

"The second is the time when he is in school. I don't think this time can be ruled out. What if the murderer is the school teacher? I don't know which elementary school the convenience store clerk's son attends, but the little girl and Luo Zihao are in the same elementary school. School gatekeepers, cleaners, etc., can all be investigated.”

"The last is the time period on the way from school. This scope is a bit wide. You just said that the children of the convenience store clerks often stay in the store. The murderer is probably a frequent customer of this store. As for the contact with the other two, maybe It was he who passed the elementary school after work."

After talking a lot in one breath, Jin Zhou put down the signature pen in his hand, took another sip of milk tea.

I don't know if it's because of the cold wind blowing at the entrance of the milk tea shop for a long time, but the iced milk tea is not as refreshing as before, but rather cold.

"It's a pity that you didn't become a policeman." Ren Wenli took the notebook back into her hand and looked at what Jin Zhou wrote. "Next, I will ask people to investigate in these three directions."

"Actually, I don't need to tell you, you can definitely think of it." Ren Wenli praised him bluntly, but Jin Zhou didn't think he was very good. "Before, there were only two cases. It's normal to not know the direction. Now there are many more cases. clues, otherwise I have no idea."

"You are still different." Ren Wenli put away her notebook, looked at Jin Zhou and said, "My master also told me that memorizing things is messy and I will ignore some details, but judging by the way you memorize things, it is very clear and clear. Organized."

"Get used to it." Jin Zhou drank his iced milk tea tremblingly, "At least he's a lawyer."

"That's right." Ren Wenli finally drank the milk tea, "Wang Hetai was sent back."

Jin Zhou's eyes froze, and he let out a sigh of relief: "No surprise."

Holding a reception is purely Wang Hetai's personal freedom, and nothing in the photos or videos can be regarded as gathering a crowd for promiscuity. Naturally, it is impossible to do anything to Wang Hetai.

It's just that the police have not given up on investigating Wang Hetai, and all the guests at the reception will be investigated. It depends on how Wang Hetai will respond next.

"But the director of the municipal TV station is out of class." Ren Wenli said again, "This person seems to have a tendency to speak up."

"Don't be silenced again." Jin Zhou said hopelessly.

"Don't worry." Ren Wenli said, "The Provincial Department is very concerned about this case."

"The provincial department?" Jin Zhou asked in surprise.

It seems that the matter was indeed made a big deal by Luo Xueqing, and it was not in vain for her to suffer these things.

After parting with Ren Wenli, Jin Zhou went straight to the hospital.

Now Luo Zihao is being taken care of by his distant relatives, the child seems to have grown up overnight, he no longer always puts on a dirty face, and knows how to fetch water to wipe his mother's face.

"Uncle Jin, you must help my mother catch the murderer."

It was rare to hear this brat call him uncle, but Jin Zhou felt a little sad.He rubbed Luo Zihao's head and asked, "Did you not see the murderer at all?"

Luo Zihao shook his head: "He was wearing a mask, and he knocked my mother out as soon as he entered the door."

"Wait." Jin Zhou frowned suddenly, "How did he get in?"

Luo Zihao said, "Mother opened the door for him."

acquaintance?

Before he could think deeply, the vibration of the mobile phone interrupted Jin Zhou's thoughts.

"Lawyer Jin, it's me." Xie Yao's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "The court still decided to prosecute Liu Yongchang."

His temples jumped up suddenly, and Jin Zhou felt that he had never had such a headache.

"How could this be?" he asked, "There is obviously insufficient evidence in his case."

"There was indeed room for discussion before, but," Xie Yao said here, the topic changed, "Now we have a new witness."

"Witness?" Jin Zhou was slightly taken aback.

"Liu Qian." Xie Yao said, "She proved that Liu Yongchang was planning to murder that night. First, he went to hack Wang Wu to death, and then returned to the scene to clean up, but he still missed the bloody footprints on the wall."

"Wait, Liu Qian??" Jin Zhou asked incredulously, "Is it the Liu Qian I know?"

"Yes, Liu Yongchang's wife." Xie Yao said.

On top of the headache, there was another bolt from the blue, and Jin Zhou felt dizzy immediately, and supported the window frame of the ward with his hands.

"Impossible." He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "It's impossible for Liu Qian to say such a thing."

Is this not obvious? !

"She came to testify, we recorded the video." Xie Yao said, "You can come and take a look."

At night, Jin Zhou received a stack of photos from Sun Yi.

The freshly released photos are all of the same protagonist—I saw Liu Qian dressed up beautifully, spending money like water in the Parisian temple.

The somersaults I had before seemed to be painless, and I don’t know who lost more than 40 watches in the Paris Temple, and I begged Jin Zhou to help find it.

Well, the scar forgets the pain, and it's Liu Qian I'm talking about.

No, this woman is not that stupid, she is blatantly vicious.

Before, he would pretend to be concerned about Liu Yongchang, but now he has shown his true colors.

The couple have worked hard so far and accumulated a lot of wealth. As long as Liu Yongchang is sent to the high wall, these wealth will be at her disposal.

As Liu Yongchang's lawyer, Jin Zhou would not let Liu Qian do whatever he wanted, but he didn't know how to tell Liu Yongchang that he was stabbed in the back by his wife.

"Yang Shiyu." In the quiet bedroom, Jin Zhou was half lying on the bed, his back was leaning on the pillow, his head rested listlessly on Yang Shiyu's shoulder, and his fingers were idly flicking the golden snow chain in front of him, "Do you believe in love?" ?"

"What's the matter?" Yang Shiyu put down the file in his hand, turned his head to look at Jin Zhou, the anti-skid chain slipped over Jin Zhou's head, making his fingers go empty.

"Liu Yongchang's wife," Jin Zhou withdrew his fingers, raised his chin slightly, looked at Yang Shiyu's jawline and said, "I want to testify that Liu Yongchang killed someone."

"Why?" Yang Shiyu asked.

"She raised a lot of little faces outside." Jin Zhou said, "Although Brother Liu is not much better, but at least a couple, it shouldn't be like this? If Brother Liu is convicted, it may be the death penalty."

"You can claim that she is an interested party and apply for the exclusion of witnesses." Yang Shiyu was not as emotional as Jin Zhou, and gave professional advice based on facts.

"I know." Jin Zhou raised his head from Yang Shiyu's shoulder, dissatisfied that Yang Shiyu didn't understand his point, "I mean, the two of them have been married for so many years, how did they become like this?"

"No one can say anything about feelings." Yang Shiyu straightened his head and continued to read the file in his hand.

"What about us?" Jin Zhou simply crossed his legs towards Yang Shiyu, looked straight at him and asked, "Do you think we will be like them in the future?"

"No." Yang Shiyu said flatly, his eyes still on the file.

"Why not?" Jin Zhou really had mixed feelings. After all, he had known Liu Yongchang and his wife for so many years, unlike Yang Shiyu, who was just watching the story of two strangers.

Seeing that Yang Shiyu didn't respond, Jin Zhou suddenly felt a little confused. He took the file from Yang Shiyu's hand and said stubbornly, "I ask you, Yang Shiyu, will you suddenly stop loving me one day?" ?”

"Zhou Zhou." Yang Shiyu took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and his tone was a little helpless, but also a little funny, "Why do you think I won't love you?"

"You just said that no one can say anything about feelings." Jin Zhou put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his palms, "I don't think I won't love you, Yang Shiyu. After so many years, I'm right Your feelings never change."

"Me too." Yang Shiyu raised his hand and rubbed Jin Zhou's head, "It takes too much energy to tame a puppy. I probably don't have the energy to tame other puppies in my life."

"You are the puppy!" Jin Zhou completely forgot who claimed to be a strong dog at the beginning, "I suddenly thought that I might change my mind, because you always swear, maybe one day my house will collapse."

"You owe again, fuck it?" Yang Shiyu raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck, can you stop doing this?"

Yang Shiyu turned over to hold Jin Zhou down, and the lips and teeth of the two were full of familiar aura.

Deep in love, Jin Zhou stopped kissing, and said to Yang Shiyu on a whim: "Yang Shiyu, why don't we find a place to get married?"

"Okay." Yang Shiyu blocked Jin Zhou's lips as he spoke.

"If you get married," Jin Zhou said distractedly, moving his chin away from his gnawing, "then our title must be determined."

"husband."

The two words that Jin Zhou dreamed of were spat out between his hot lips. He pushed Yang Shiyu's chest away in disbelief, stared at him and said, "What did you call me?"

"Don't like it?" Yang Shiyu asked without answering.

"No, no, call it again." Jin Zhou looked at Yang Shiyu eagerly, but Yang Shiyu stopped answering and concentrated on his chest.

"Hey, wait a minute." Jin Zhou desperately grabbed his trousers that were being taken off, "Let's make things clear today, what will you call me in the future?"

"Jin Zhou." Yang Shiyu called by his full name.

"No!" Jin Zhou frowned in protest.

"Zhou Zhou?" Yang Shiyu changed his address again.

"Don't pretend to be confused!" Jin Zhou yelled.

Yang Shiyu smiled, his lips parted slightly: "Husband."

"Hey! My dear wife!" Jin Zhou tore off his pants excitedly, "I'll give you my life!"