Jiang Xing was saying goodbye to Gu Wangchun, but he was suddenly bumped by someone, and was about to speak, when the person who hit him seemed to have seen a savior, grabbed his arm tightly, and his eyes were red, "What about my brother...... Who killed my brother...... He can't go...... Give my brother's life back...... I'm just such a brother...... What did he do wrong......"

The girl's spirit is already a little deranged.

Yan Yan was afraid that she would make Jiang Xing unhappy, after all, Lu Lichen's gang had been strict in virtue and strictness in the past two days, so they wanted to come forward and pull the girl away.

Who knew that Jiang Xing stopped her with one hand, looked down at the girl, although his brows were slightly furrowed, he didn't push her away, "Or you-"

When the girl heard the response, she raised her head and stared at Jiang Xing with her red eyes.

Jiang Xing was stunned, and actually held the girl's arm with his backhand.

City Bureau.

stared sternly and angrily at the victim's profile that Shen Du had written on the whiteboard - "Liang Fan, male, eighteen years old, from Huaiyang. ”

On the introduction, Liang Fan's photo before his death was neatly pasted.

"This victim seems to have done nothing wrong, so why should the murderer pick on him!" he slapped the table sternly, "Is it because of bad luck that he was chosen by the murderer?" They are not sincerely repentant at all, they are simply trying to win the sympathy of others. ”

"These murderers are not crying because they feel that they are at fault for killing people, they are just annoyed that their methods of killing people are not clean and neat enough-Boss, why are you beating me!" sternly covered the back of his head and looked at the file in Shen Dui's hand accusatory.

"Work hard, where is so much nonsense. Shen Duan put away his hand, and through the posture of putting the dossier away, he captured traces and looked at Jiang Xing, who was accompanying Liang Fan's sister downstairs, through the bright window of the office on the second floor.

Shen Dui quickly retracted his gaze, walked to the whiteboard, propped up his desk with both hands, and said in a low voice, "How is He Nan?

"Nope. Gu Wangchun shook his head, "The Beicheng Branch said that He Nan was addicted to drugs during his detention, and they searched He Nan's residence and found the drugs and drug tools he hidden, and they have officially arrested him." ”

Shen Dui frowned.

Drugs again.

When Shen Du was secretly investigating, he found that most of the murders in Beicheng were related to drugs.

Are there really so many people who use and sell drugs?

Shen Du pressed his eyebrows, and was about to speak, when several small criminal policemen walked in carrying Liang Fan's personal belongings left in the room and placed them on the table.

He was alone when he was alive, and he didn't leave much behind when he died.

There were almost a few clothes and some packaging bags that they were reluctant to throw away, and to Shen Duan's surprise, Liang Fan actually kept the habit of taking notes.

A thick notebook, the edges are almost smoothed.

Shen Du was a little stunned for a moment.

In the cases she has handled, most of the people who dropped out of high school or even junior high school have a soft spot for diaries, and it is perhaps the most memorable thing in their few school days.

In the days that followed, apart from diaries, they had nothing to remember about their campus time.

Shen Dui flipped a few times with his gloves on.

Liang Fan's diary is very messy, there are all kinds of things in it, except for the daily travel on weekdays, even the account book is recorded on it, bits and pieces, piecing together the short and boring life of this life.

Shen Du flipped for a while and suddenly moved, "Adjust the video screenshot of the day Liang Fan appeared in the Roman Club." ”

Yan Yan quickly projected Liang Fan's figure on the big screen.

Shen Du held the mouse and zoomed in on the screen.

"On the day of the accident, Liang Fan brought a cowhide bag, the thickness of this bag is somewhat amazing, and it is usually used for documents or money. Shen Duan flipped out a page of the diary in his hand and put it on the table, "Liang Fan's sister Liang Ting suffers from leukemia and has been in need of a lot of money for treatment. ”

"The two parents died and had no relatives, so Liang Fan has always been the one who supports all of Liang Ting's expenses, a year ago, Liang Fan got an income of 200,000 yuan to treat Liang Ting, but this income did not write a specific source. There is only one separate number. ”

Gu Wangchun thought for a while, "Could it be the salary advanced by the boss?"

"Liang Fan has just changed to a new job, a foreigner, and he hasn't been at work for a few days, and his appearance is not superior, let alone the kind of person with amazing eloquence, and it is unlikely that he will advance his salary. Shen Duan knocked on the table, "After this income, Liang Fan has a lot of expenses for savings every day, and he should be preparing to repay the loan." ”

"May 20th ......" Shen Dui flipped to the diary of this day, which unusually did not record anything, I don't know if it was deliberately not written, or Liang Fan habitually waited for the evening to write the diary.

Underneath the date, there was only a neat one-time expenditure - thirty thousand yuan.

Shen Du closed the diary, "The deceased went out to the Roman Club on the 20th, and the person he wanted to meet was probably the mysterious person who borrowed his money a year ago, Lao Gu, Yan Xiaomei, you take someone to visit and find out how Liang Fan got this money a year ago." ”

If it's a bank flow, it's relatively simple, peel off the cocoon, and you can always find someone.

But if it's a cash model......

Shen Dui narrowed his eyes, the murderer's calmness and cruelty were far beyond ordinary cases.

From the beginning of borrowing money a year ago to the commission of the crime on May 20, it can be said that it is a long-planned murder case.

After a day of visiting, Shen Dui's ominous premonition came true.

The people around Liang Fan did not admit that they had lent him money, and they all said that they did not know that he had borrowed money, and when they looked at Liang Fan's bank statement, the money was not recorded through any network channels.

Shen Du and Gu Wangchun dragged their tired bodies back to the city bureau.

Just as she was about to enter the door, Shen Du saw Liang Ting curled up in a chair, perhaps because she had been running around for days, she was too tired, and finally relaxed a little at this time, and took a restful rest in the sunset.

Jiang Xing didn't know if he leaned on his face again, took a thin blanket from the city bureau, covered Liang Ting, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes gently, and silently stood aside.

Gu Wangchun walked straight over, afraid of making a noise to Liang Ting, he lowered his voice, "Why are you asleep here?"

Jiang Xing didn't fall asleep, and when he heard Gu Wangchun's voice, a pair of peach blossom eyes opened directly, "She refused to go anywhere else, saying that she would stay here and wait for the murderer to be caught." Are you sweating so much? Is the car too hot, tell me next time you go out to work, take my car, and I'll accompany you. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Xing took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Gu Wangchun, "Wipe your sweat first." ”