Criminal Investigation: Three Points Wildfire

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Chen Zhao briefly talked to Zhao Yinghui, and then took Zhao Yinghui to the morgue. There were mournful cries in the morgue, and Zhao Yinghui's expression turned ugly. out.

Chen Zhao frowned and looked at Zhao Yinghui's back, then walked into the morgue.

Baozi was comforting Wu Yue, but when she saw Chen Zhao coming in, Wu Yue refused to speak, and kept crying in a low voice, silently shedding tears.

Chen Zhao wanted to say a few words to her, but Wu Yue avoided him very much, so Chen Zhao had no choice but to back off.

Wu Yue looked at the corpse for a while, and finally left—the case was not closed yet, and they couldn't take the corpse away, so they could only stay here.

After Wu Yue left, Baozi immediately went to Chen Zhao's side and whispered to Chen Zhao: "Brother Chen, I found out that she gave me this, saying that her daughter used to secretly use it. She knew it, but she didn't." Tell the father of the deceased that their family is strictly controlled and they don’t allow the deceased to use his mobile phone.

Baozi handed Chen Zhao a mobile phone, an old-fashioned mobile phone, very similar to the kind sold in the second-hand market, 50 yuan each, Chen Zhao frowned and fiddled with it in his hand twice, and asked Baozi: "What did you say specifically?"

"Just say that her husband looks down on her and treats her badly. She has a difficult life, and her daughter doesn't like her, and blames her for being incompetent. She also said that her husband, that is, Zhao Yinghui, has an affair with their school female teacher, oops , Said a lot, but it’s useless.”

The phone was out of battery, and couldn't be turned on no matter how pressed, Chen Zhao said in a low voice, "Give it to the Technical Investigation Division", and then asked, "Where's Chen Qiang?"

"Not yet." Baozi walked back and said, "Maybe in the afternoon."

Chen Zhao squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and when Baozi left, he took one last look at the corpse.

The girl's body was already rotten, and the white cloth was her last dignity. Chen Zhao smoothed the wrinkles on the white cloth, and stood quietly in the morgue for a while.

Whenever there was no new progress in the case, he would come to the morgue and stand here for a while, and the anxiety in his heart would calm down.

Investigating a case is like peeling back the cocoon, every clue has to be carefully pursued, some people can detect the monsters and ghosts inside the cocoon at a glance, some people don't have this talent, so they can only grind a little bit and work hard to find it.

Chen Zhao is the latter.

He stroked the white cloth with his fingers, he had done this action thousands of times, the cool white cloth icyed his fingers, he couldn't help sighing, he really got old and his temper sank.

When he was young, he was a full-fledged stunned young man, wishing to poke a hole in the sky. He couldn't wait for any clues. If it was him a few years ago, he wanted to chase him out and force Wu Yue to tell everything she knew. He rushed into Chen Qiang's house last night, protected Chen Qiang strongly, and then, like a violent lion, clamored for a fight with the murderer.

Smoothing out the folds of the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, Chen Zhao let out a breath of stale air. He silently recited his oath to the white cloth.

The murderer will surely be punished, and I will also put him in shackles as I stroke the hand of the white cloth.

After retracting his hand, Chen Zhao turned around and left the morgue, suppressing his irritable mood, and carefully thinking about the details of the case.

After suffering too much, he summed up his experience. After thinking about it, Chen Zhao could still think of some doubts.

He thought about it, and found that his body was a little cold. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had left the police station at some point and was on his way home. When he looked up, he saw a house more than ten meters away. .

How did he come back?

Chen Zhao walked around the door, and finally walked in slowly.

Let's take a look when we get back, I don't know what Xie Yu cooked for lunch.

His house has changed a lot recently. The garbage in the yard has been thrown away by Xie Yu. Xie Yu seems to have no tolerance for the garbage. He has cleaned everything inside and out. When he walked to the first floor, he opened the door and walked in. Scanning it, I almost couldn't tell if it was my own home.

The land in his house was overturned, several workers were busy, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air. When Chen Zhao came back, he vaguely remembered that Xie Yu had said that he would invite workers to come, but he did not expect Xie Yu So fast.

Chen Zhao just stepped into the door, looked around and didn't see Xie Yu, when he heard a "boom" footsteps on the second floor, Chen Zhao raised his head, and saw Xie Yu walking away with an insulated food box down.

Xie Yu changed into a sea-blue down jacket today, with a milky white scarf around his neck, and walked down in white sneakers. While walking, he said "speed up" to the workers below. A little bored, when he spoke, the lower half of his face was buried in the scarf. From Chen Zhao's perspective, he could see his straight nose and half of his side eyebrows.

Xie Yu has thin and long eyebrows, the tip of his eyebrows is slightly raised, his eyes are peach-blossom eyes with double eyelids, and the tails of his eyes are rippling. When he came down from the corridor, he walked lightly, and the strand of hair on the top of his head trembled along with it. , Chen Zhao stared at Xie Yu's face, and suddenly remembered the children who had died in the past few days.

She is the same age as Xie Yu.

Chen Zhao licked the line of his lips, thinking, Bureau Wang is doing the job well, sending Xie Yu here will at least help the child grow up well.

Hearing Xie Yu's voice, the workers responded to his words in twos and threes. As soon as Xie Yu lowered his head, he saw Chen Zhao at the door.

Chen Zhao was wearing a leather jacket, looking up with his head held high. His hair was stubble short, his face was tough, and his eyes showed an indescribable unruliness when he looked up from the bottom. He stood at the door with half of his face His body was exposed under the light of the living room, and half of his body was hidden in the dark doorway. In the silhouette of light and darkness, Xie Yu saw Chen Zhao holding his head up, probing the tip of his light pink tongue, and gently licking his dark pink lips.

Like a lazy lion lifting its eyelids, its slightly curled tongue licks its fangs, dangerous and sexy.