Halfway through the car, Xiao Ye thought about it, and finally went to the scene of Yang Juan's death, the development zone of Jinghai City. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This wasteland that is being reclaimed for the foundation is particularly deserted, perhaps because people have died, and the migrant workers on the construction site don't go out much, except for sand and soil along the way.

Along the not too wide section, Chu Lingqiao drove very slowly, while Xiao Ye looked out the window and looked at the overgrown ground below.

On the night of Yang Juan's death, the murderer was probably sent from this road, when Yang Juan's hands and feet were tied and then thrown in the back seat. 、

What was the driver thinking at the time? Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and gradually tried to penetrate the scene at that time.

It may be dark at night, the driver is not very fast, he understands that this section of the road is not monitored, he knows the road very well, so he has no fear.

Yang Juan's clothes have a faint nicotine smell on them, but it is impossible for Yang Juan, the victim woman, to smoke, so this shows that the murderer may have smoked a lot of cigarettes in the car at that time, and not only did the smoke smell heavy, but he also smoked a lot.

Therefore, some of Yang Juan's damp clothes revealed the smell of smoke, which should have been smoked by the murderer on the way back in order to relieve pressure in a nervous mood.

Xiao Ye recalled the scene of Yang Juan's death and the slightest traces, and began to slowly analyze along this section of the development of sand and dust.

If the murderer smokes heavily, then his heart rate should not be very stable, he is very nervous, but he is very determined, and even has a trace of madness, he killed Yang Juan, it should be to satisfy his own pleasure.

But is the painter really such a person? Thinking of this, Xiao Ye couldn't help but be a little puzzled, according to reason, it is impossible for a painter to commit a crime, and for some reason, Xiao Ye attaches great importance to feelings, it is impossible for a painter to smoke.

It was very quiet in the car, Chu Lingqiao just drove quietly, seeing that the front was about to arrive at the scene of the crime, suddenly Xiao Ye interrupted Chu Lingqiao with a shout.

"Wait! Stop the car! Xiao Ye suddenly shouted.

Chu Lingqiao was startled, slammed on the brakes, and before he could complain to Xiao Ye, he saw Xiao Ye push the car door and jump down.

There has been no wind these days, but it is empty, dusty, and the sound of construction on the construction site makes it look particularly desolate, but at the edge of the path, there are some things scattered by the stars.

Xiao Ye squinted, walked over, then squatted down, took out a rubber glove out of nowhere, and then put it on his hand.

Chu Lingqiao then got out of the car, very strange about Xiao Ye's actions, and after following over, he asked casually, "What's wrong?" What nerves do you have? ”

Xiao Ye squatted there by himself, and did not answer Chu Lingqiao's words, just looked at the things in his hand intently.

Chu Lingqiao was a little depressed, leaned in, looked down, and instantly felt a little disgusting, Xiao Ye actually held several cigarette butts that others had smoked, and still didn't put them in front of his nose and sniffed them.

Chu Lingqiao said with some evil words: "Hey, what are you doing?" Evil or not disgusting? ”

Xiao Ye pursed his lips, picked up one, and said thoughtfully: "You say, how can there be so many cigarette butts here?" ”

Chu Lingqiao was surprised, "Isn't this nonsense?" It must have been smoked by those foremen when they had nothing to do, while they were wandering around here. ”

Xiao Ye didn't answer, just looked at the cigarette butts in his hand intently, he suddenly felt that these cigarette butts were very familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen them, and he smelled them just now, and they seemed to be very familiar.

"The smell of this cigarette butt seems to be somewhat familiar." Xiao Ye said suddenly.

"I said, did you hit a ghost today? What can cigarette butts taste like? Isn't it all the same? Smoke! Chu Lingqiao replied.

She thought it was strange, Xiao Ye asked such a stupid question, didn't the smell of smoke be the same? Nicotine is nicotine everywhere, can you tell what smoke is not when you smell it? It's not up to heaven to hold your nose?

"No, the smell of this smoke is very choking, obviously inferior cigarettes, and how do I feel that this smoke smell may be a bit similar to the smell on Yang Juan's clothes?"

"What?" Chu Lingqiao suddenly frowned, "Could it be that you mean to ......"

Xiao Ye nodded, "Although it's just a guess, but that's the purpose of my visit today, Yang Juan's scene is honestly nothing, except for the smell of smoke on her body, but Yang Juan doesn't smoke, so it is very likely that she is the murderer, but is the murderer really so cautious that he has taken away the cigarette butts in his face?"

I don't think it's very likely, because from the way he tied up Yang Juan, it is a little unfamiliar, to be honest, this is very different from Li Da's death, including Hua An and Lu Ming, but Yang Juan's case is very different, so I think there seems to be something hidden in this. ”

"And this cigarette butt?"

"I think that on the night of the crime, the murderer probably used a vehicle to transport Yang Juan here, but the murderer was difficult to calm down, so he smoked a lot of cigarettes, and the smell of smoke stuck to Yang Juan's clothes, and the murderer probably did not carefully dispose of the cigarette butts, so I guess that on this road, there are likely to be cigarette butts smoked by the murderer."

Chu Lingqiao was a little happy, the facts at the moment seemed to really make Xiao Ye right, if they were really lucky, this cigarette butt belonged to the murderer, then after the test, it might be easier to find the murderer.

"Then why don't we take this cigarette butt and test it, we will probably find the painter." Chu Lingqiao said.

Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes, and then sighed, "If you are really lucky, this is what the murderer left, then I think the person who killed Yang Juan is not a painter." “

Chu Lingqiao was stunned, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"My meaning is very simple, because the person who killed Yang Juan is not a painter at all."

"What do you say? How can it be? Chu Lingqiao couldn't believe Xiao Ye's judgment, because she could see the scene of the crime very clearly, there were paintings left by the painter on it, how could this not be the painter's doing?

Xiao Ye pursed his lips lightly, "It's too early to say anything, whether my analysis is right or not, I still need some evidence, I think I will be able to catch Yang Juan's murderer soon, but painter, I can't guarantee it for the time being, because this is terrible." ”

Chu Lingqiao didn't know what Xiao Ye meant, but looking at Xiao Ye's appearance, she seemed to have some kind of thinking, she thought about it, and then said, "Are you sure?" ”

"Are you referring to catching the murderer who killed Yang Juan? Or a painter? Xiao Ye asked back.

Chu Lingqiao paused, and then his tone was a little low: "It's all there." ”

Xiao Ye thought for a while, "There is a front, but there is no ...... behind"