Chapter 13: Suspicious Persons
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When I got out of the village house, I looked around, and the beard was already running, and his speed was swishing, definitely fighting for the 100-meter sprint.
Looking at the stance, he still aimed at the bend between the two village houses. I shouted, "Beard! ā
I'm afraid that if he chases the murderer alone, he will be too passive, especially since this murderer killed four people, and the methods are very cruel.
Beard ignored me. I chased it out, too, and I felt my lower back, took out the telescopic stick, and unfolded it in advance.
I was mentally prepared to fight at any time, but I also had a lot of worries, afraid that the murderer would have a gun.
After a few seconds like this, when I had all my strength around the bend to take a look, I immediately took out the posture of the circle and stopped.
Beard was standing not far away, carrying an old woman. He was so hard that he almost lifted the old woman up.
The old woman was so frightened that she didn't have a normal face, and she stammered and asked, "You...... What are you doing? ā
The beard stared coldly at the old woman and asked, "What are you sneaking around, what are you doing in this village?" Say! ā
The old woman twisted her body vigorously to break free, and she took advantage of the time to reply, "I picked up garbage, and I just passed by here." ā
I noticed that at the old woman's feet, there was a large woven bag, and several empty bottles, which were also peeking out of the woven bag.
Beard definitely regarded this old woman as a suspect, he shook his head, he didn't believe the old woman's words at all, and emphasized, "You are so old, why are your legs and feet so good, you were chased by me just now, and you can run so fast." ā
I don't think there's anything suspicious about this old woman, and to be honest, an old man like her who picks up garbage tends to be very athletic.
I walked over and muttered a few words to the beard, which meant, let him go.
As soon as the beard finally let go of her hand, the old woman hurriedly picked up the woven bag and left immediately, and when she was farther away, she turned her head and pointed at the beard and scolded, perverted, hooligan and so on.
The beard was about to fry, pointed at himself and said, "I'm a hooligan!" You old fellow, who believes that? ā
I told the beard not to be serious with the old woman. We slowed down a little, and then went back to the village house.
Beard asked me what I had discovered. I shook my head, but I told him what I had just thought, especially emphasizing that since the murderer could choose to dump the body here, maybe he had a point.
Beard agreed with what I said. I'm going to give Xiaowei a call.
I asked her to check who the original owner of the village house was, and it would be better to get a copy of the information about the owner of the house.
Xiaowei is still the same, and she came up with a very efficient work efficiency, saying that she would do it.
I was born as an informant, and of course I understand that sometimes the information of the police investigation is too formal, and there is very little lace news, but this kind of lace news is very likely to be helpful in solving the case.
I'll call the mouse again. But as soon as the phone rang twice, the mouse refused.
Hu Zi complained, saying that this mouse did it, if you don't come to the meeting in the morning, forget it, and now you are still playing this set.
I told the beard to wait. About five minutes later, the mouse sent me a text message and asked, "Boss, what's going on?" ā
I guess he's been doing some secret mission, and it's inconvenient to answer the phone. I used a text message to tell him to check the news of the village house.
I'm a little vague about what I mean, but I'm sure the mice understand what I mean. And I don't dare to say that it is for the sake of mice, for fear that outsiders will still be able to see the content of his text messages at this time.
The mouse quickly replied with the number 1. I know, that's a response.
Beard and I didn't stay in this village house for long, and we drove BYD F eggs and quickly returned to the police station.
The two of us started working on the live recordings again. Of course, I also called Xiao Qiao while I was free to ask how her stomach was.
Xiao Qiao originally shouted, saying Xiao Stuffy, you really have no conscience, and you won't come to see me.
I was suddenly embarrassed by what she said, but she was just teasing me, and then she said, let me stop thinking about her and do my job.
I said in my heart that this girl has grown up, but her naughty energy is still the same as when she was a child, and she hasn't changed.
I and the beard were quite persistent this time, and we went over and over again to study the case, and it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon.
Sasha came to the small conference room to report. Yesterday, she can be said to be charming and moving, but today she came in a bit of a hurry and didn't put on makeup.
The moment she entered the small conference room, Beard and I looked at her, all stunned.
Of course, I recognized her immediately, but I have to admit that she really felt like two people before and after makeup.
The beard was unobtrusive, shook his head and sighed, "Who the hell invented makeup, and it just killed men." ā
Sasha felt a little uncomfortable when she heard this, but she didn't say much, and after saying hello to the two of us, she found a chair and sat down by herself.
According to the previous plan, if there is no major progress in the investigation today, Hu Zi and I want to go to her office to have a look and try fishing.
I also asked Sasha a few words about this.
Sasha means that she usually starts the broadcast on time at seven o'clock in the evening, and we don't need to rush, just go to the company at four or five o'clock.
During this time, the beard kept looking at Sasha, especially the kind that couldn't take his eyes off it. Sasha was a little sensitive, and finally asked the beard, "Officer, what do you think of me like that?" ā
The beard smiled, and looked like he wanted to say something. I thought to myself, this is not the usual style of a beard.
I let him say anything directly, and he is all his own person, what can't he say.
I thought that the beard was going to say something related to the case, but who knew that he pointed to Sasha's chest and said, "Sister, something is wrong, your gluttony yesterday was quite bulging, why are you holding back today?" ā
It occurred to me that my suggestion was a mistake.
I thought Sasha would be embarrassed, and even blame the beard for it, but who knew that she didn't care, looked down, smiled again, and replied, "I wore pads yesterday." ā
Not only the beard, but I couldn't help but sigh too. Coincidentally, on the projection cloth in the conference room, there were the avatars of the four female anchors.
Sasha also pointed to the four of them and continued, "Many of us who sit on the anchor, especially experienced veterans, wear pads, because if they have beautiful faces and figures, they are easy to attract fans. ā
The beard swished to his feet as if he remembered something.
I was struck by his swift action. Beard walked up to the projection cloth, pointed to the four deceased, and asked Sasha, "So, when they were live broadcasting, their breasts got bigger." ā
Sasha took out a slightly mocking posture, pointed at A and B, and said, "These two are famous for their big breasts, but the last two are ......" Sasha shook her head and added, "Their breasts are really deflated, and they wear too thick cushions, which are easy to expose, so they can't rely on big breasts to attract fans." ā
Beard frowned, not asking.
If you think about it, Beard and I have been struggling with this serial murder case since we came to the police station in the morning, and now the strings in our heads are too tight.
I forced myself to stop thinking about it. I also let the beard relax a little bit, and we can talk about something else together.
In this way, we stayed in the small conference room until four o'clock, during which Xiaowei came to show us the latest information we had collected so far. This includes the village house.
According to the information, the original owner of the village house was an old widow, who owned two houses, including one in the city, and she moved to the city more than ten years ago, and as for the village house, it had been rented out before the move.
As for the tenant's information, the police have not been able to count it. I thought that this information might have to rely on mice, but I didn't have much hope for the clue of the village house, especially if I think about it, an old widow, no matter in terms of age or gender, should not have a contradiction with the four female anchors.
Beard and I finally left the conference room with Sasha.
The beard also asked, "Old sister, will you take our car away?" ā
Sasha said she came by car. And when I went to the backyard of the police station, I saw that good guy, Sasha actually drove a BMW mini Cook, which is commonly known as the little three cars.
I had a vague guess that anchors like Sasha should be quite profitable, but I didn't expect this profession to attract so much money.
And when Sasha saw that I and Hu Zi were just driving a BYD, she smiled and asked us, "Your car is not strong and crowded, do you want to make my car directly to Qinqin's company?" ā
I didn't have anything, and shook my head to decline her kindness. The beard looked a little cheap, and snorted and said, "You lead the way in front, and let go, as fast as you can, my car can keep up." ā
Sasha didn't say anything more, but when she got behind the wheel, she deliberately picked up speed.
This BYD is really not an idle eater, in the hands of the beard, it has been following behind Sasha's car.
We made our way to the suburbs and finally stopped in front of an office building with a yard. This office building looks very ordinary, and the listing is an advertising media company.
This is obviously selling dog meat with a sheep's head, but in fact, if you think about it, you can't publicize its true identity to the outside world, otherwise maybe there will be fans to find it.
We parked our cars in the compound, and after Sasha got out of the car, she deliberately looked at our BYD with a surprised expression on her face.
Beard smiled. I whispered to the beard to remind him to stop bragging.
We ran to the door of the office building. This office building is quite strict, and there is a small door inside the gate, which is used for detection. When we pass through the small door, we have to take out our mobile phones or keys and other things and hand them over to the security guard next to the door for inspection, otherwise, when we enter the door, there will be an alarm sound.
Sasha was pretty neat, because she didn't have anything special on her. And I, with the beard, had to take out the telescopic stick.
This kind of weapon, in the eyes of Sasha and the security guards, is a rarity. The security guard took a suspicious stance. Staring at the two of us, and questioning what the hell are we doing?
Sasha leaned over to the security guard and said a few words, and I faintly heard Brother Li's words.
After such a delay, two more girls were walking towards this side in groups, about to enter the gate.
Beard and I hurriedly hid the telescopic stick, and I was still worried, and said that if this security guard had to be interrogated more seriously, if we showed our police ID cards, we would be able to get him, the question is, wouldn't the identity of me and Beard also be leaked? (To be continued.) )