"Yes, after a few of us finished playing cards that night, we went to my second son's house to play mahjong, and then we went home. ”

A man in his 50s took the cigarette handed by Zhang Wei and nodded.

Zhang Wei lit a cigarette for him and asked, "Uncle, then you are watching him close the door?"

"Yes, the tables that we also helped him clean up are all from the villagers, and they can't be more cooked, we are watching him go home. The old man took a puff of cigarette, sighed again, and said a little melancholy.

"Are you watching him go home?" Zhang Wei paused when he heard this, found the point of this sentence, and then asked again.

"We watched him ride to his house and told the police, but it didn't work, the factory and his house were in the same direction. The uncle replied.

Song Chenxing's small shop was at the gate of the village, and after a few people finished playing cards, they went to the left and went to the house of their second son, while Song Chenxing went to the right in the opposite direction.

"If I had gone to Lao Wang's house to play cards that night, I would have left with Xiao Song, and this guy would not have been wronged. The old man shook his head and said with some frustration.

"You don't believe that Song Chenxing will kill people?" Zhang Wei asked as he looked at the old man who was not very emotional.

The uncle shook his head when he heard this, and said without disbelief, "This child is something I grew up watching, and he has been honest since he was a child. ”

"Ever since this kid was arrested, his mother is crying at home every day, and his father is driving his mother crazy. ”

"Okay, thank you, uncle. Zhang Wei nodded and said that he knew everything.

"The testimony of these people is basically the same, they must have been asked many times, people's memories will affect each other, whether it is true or not, this kind of thing is completely correct in their brains. ”

After Zhang Wei walked out of the old man's house, he crossed his waist and looked at the vast field not far away with some dissatisfaction.

"Are you going to the scene of the crime now?" Zou Yu asked as he looked at Zhang Wei who was looking into the distance.

Zhang Wei nodded, "Well, go to that factory and see if there are any useful clues." ”

"Hmm. ”

……

According to the footprints left and the simulated situation, the murderer is indeed about the same as Song Chenxing regardless of height and size. No wonder the police are so sure. ”

Zhang Wei held the tablet by the lake next to the factory while impulsively comparing it with the photos on his tablet.

"He doesn't kill people. Zou Yu looked at it as an unfavorable situation, and couldn't help but say again.

"I don't care about him, I'm not Daxiang, what I want to do is to help him get rid of his crimes, not to find the truth. Zhang Wei squatted down and touched the soil by the lake.

"Daxiang?"

"Nothing, you don't know. ”

Daisho Fukayama, the male protagonist of the Japanese drama 99.9 criminal lawyer, a lawyer who does criminal police work, even if he sends his client to prison, he has to find the truth.

"No, everything here is evidence against him. ”

Zhang Wei touched his chin with some distress, could it really be that he was playing a fake alibi or something.

But the other party is an experienced criminal policeman, and it is easy to be debunked if he falsifies evidence in a hurry, no.

……

"Xiao Song, I know that he and the dead Shi Lei are both chefs here, there are only two of them here, and no one has cooked for several days before. ”

The aunt of the factory janitor replied with a smile when she heard Zhang Wei's question.

"Before the crime, you heard Song Chenxing shouting to Shi Lei, I'm going to kill you!, right?" Zou Yu asked while taking a notebook while recording.

"Yes. The aunt nodded affirmatively, "It's not just me, many people in the factory have heard it, and those two guys are still fighting." ”

"Do you believe that Song Chenxing killed people?" Zhang Wei sat on the chair and suddenly asked without a beginning or an end.

"Believe it, why don't you believe it. Hearing this, the aunt nodded affirmatively.

Zou Yu heard his aunt's answer so affirmatively, and asked a little strangely: "People say that Song Chenxing has a good temper and can't kill people, why do you believe that he kills." ”

"This little Song is usually timid, but people with too small a temper will have something wrong if they are in a hurry. "Auntie knows the inside story with a face full of faces, and says a little mysteriously.

"What the hell happened to them. Zhang Wei saw the secret appearance of the aunt and knew what else was going on in the middle, so he quietly handed over something.

"This Shi Lei is a bent, he takes advantage of that Xiao Song at every turn, it seems that he played a little too much that day, and he forced Xiao Song to be anxious. The two of them fought directly. ”

The aunt glanced at the things handed over by Zhang Wei, put them in her pocket, took a bite of melon seeds, and said with some gossip.

When Zou Yu heard this, he asked incredulously: "You mean that there may be an improper relationship between the two of them? Why didn't you say it when I asked before?"

The aunt was a little embarrassed to pinch the 200 yuan in her pocket: "This is also some kind of privacy, and this is all gossip, and we dare not guarantee whether it is true or not." ”

"By the way, lad, how old are you. The aunt suddenly turned her head and asked Zhang Wei with a smile like a chrysanthemum.

"Twenty-four, she's my girlfriend, that aunt, I'll go first. ”

When Zhang Wei heard this, he probably knew what this aunt was going to talk about next, and after speaking, he pulled Zou Yu away.

"Ahh

"What do you mean?"

After going outside the guardhouse, Zou Yu shook off Zhang Wei and took his hand, and looked at him a little unpleasantly, what do you mean by being his girlfriend, and he has never been in love.

But Zhang Wei ignored her at all, put his hands on the car cover, thought for a while, and then asked, "You should have tested it." ”

"What?" Zou Yu asked a little strangely when he heard this unfinished question.

"The distance from that store to the scene of the crime, how long it takes. ”

"It's about five minutes by bike and no more than 15 minutes on foot. ”

"There was no alibi, there was a sufficient motive for the crime, and even the murder weapon found at the scene had his fingerprints on it, and now he has been forced to confess his guilt. ”

Zhang Wei looked at the back of the car glass and kept muttering, no matter how he looked at it now, he had no chance to overturn the case.

"The tool at the scene of the crime is a kitchen knife commonly used in the factory kitchen, he is one of the chefs, and it is normal for the kitchen knife to have his fingerprints on it. ”

Zou Yu couldn't help but defend herself when she heard this, she always believed in her heart that Song Chenxing was innocent.

"Time, place, people, there must be something overlooked. By car! to the police station. ”

Zhang Wei opened the car door, sat in, and shouted to Zou Yu.

"Don't just support me!"