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It's just that the man didn't accept it, and his face was ugly.

Maybe it was because his father's unintentional death made him a little difficult to accept, maybe he was frightened because this man looked too much like a dead person at first glance, or maybe it was because he ...... What about anything else? Who can get it for sure?

"You're also a detective?" The man's tone was bad, but even then he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, and his voice was tepid, but suspicious.

This is not to blame him, but Shi Jing looks smaller than anyone else. In fact, she was only nineteen years old, just about to graduate from college.

"Perhaps, you should introduce yourself first." Shi Jing said slowly, compared to this man, she knows how to control the situation better, which has nothing to do with age.

"Zheng Jianhua, I'm third."

Zheng Jianhua frowned, already looking impatient. If he hadn't wanted to know why his father's death had been re-determined, he would have opened his mouth to get rid of people, even if the other party was a criminal policeman.

The name doesn't lead to any conclusions, it's just a code name, which everyone must wear from birth and cannot be avoided.

"Shi Jing." Shi Jing raised his eyes and habitually pressed the hot water bottle, but did not say that he was actually a college student who had not yet graduated. Maybe he will really solve cases as a serious crime team detective in the future, but in modern times, detectives are not a likable profession, and they will always be linked to the investigation of extramarital affairs.

"Are you investigating very seriously? I don't want to disturb my father's rest. Zheng Jianhua's gaze was cold for a moment, "If it is said that my father was murdered, please come up with enough evidence to prove it." ”

Evidence!

This is the most important thing, each case has its own unique characteristics, clues, fingerprints, corpses, scenes, etc. are unique and corresponding, any clues can judge whether the accident of the case is man-made, provided that you can find it.

A lot of the time, the clue is exposed right under the nose of the person, and it is there motionless. But it's not out of its control, and it's up to you to find out.

"Naturally, the evidence is there, but it is small enough to overturn what was previously defined as unexpected." Shi Jing reached out and took out one of the photos on the coffee table and handed it to him, "You take a look at this photo first." ”

Zheng Jianhua stretched out his hand to take it.

The angle of the photograph is facing away from the window, the corpse lying on its back on the ground, the side of the back burnt into charred skin and texture, the surface of the corpse is stuck with some white ashes, and on the ground, a lot of burned oil flows.

Bai Chengfeng and Yang Lin also leaned over to look at it carefully, they had seen the photos many times, and it was a normal ossification. But the two also knew that Shi Jing would not let Zheng Jianhua see it for no reason, so they looked up at Shi Jing.

"Generally speaking, people who are in a fire and start to suffocate usually fall to the ground with their hands around their necks and turn over and over in the hope that they will be better, and in doing so, the body will spontaneously retain facial expressions and movements.

However, before that, the corpse will successively produce early phenomena such as muscle relaxation, corpse cold, corpse stiffness, corpse spots, local dryness, and autolysis.

This corpse is not. Shi Jing said, picking up a photo again, the photo was taken from the side, but it was facing the side of the window, "This corpse is zombie at the moment of death, there is no muscle relaxation and no corpse cold, this is a phenomenon that only appears when the corpse spasms."

And most importantly, the skin on his back was completely burned. If a person is drunk, he will fall asleep, but if he sits on a chair, he will slide to the ground and fall asleep, and when he burns, one side of his back or belly will be burned to ashes.

But the fact is......" His eyes were cold, Shi Jing pressed the photo in his hand on the coffee table with his index finger, "all his skin has been burned, and there is no dead angle in the real 365°." ”

"What do you mean......" Bai Chengfeng frowned, and a faint answer appeared in his mind, which was not very obvious.

"He was burned while sitting?" Jiang Sheng suddenly spoke.

Reasoning requires clues, and reasoning without clues can only be hypotheses.

This sentence is enough to show the importance of evidence, and Shi Jing has always thought so.

Yang Fucheng, who was looking at the paintings on the wall on the first floor, probably thought the same way. In order to verify Shi Jing's so-called 'the owner of this house seems to particularly like the number '9', he ran through the three floors and went down from the third floor.

The results obtained completely verified Shi Jing's thoughts, there are indeed 9 paintings on the first floor, 19 on the second floor, and ...... on the third floor

No!

That's right, there are no paintings on the third floor, there are just a huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, clean and draped with European-style curtains.

He also thought it would be the '99' that Shi Jing was thinking about.

"It's a pity." Sighing regretfully, Yang Fucheng put his hands on his waist and pondered for a while about where '99' might appear.

After thinking about it, he turned his head to look at the young man who looked like a thug sitting on the sofa. said that he was a gangster because he had a lot of chains on his clothes and pants, and his ears were pierced for the fourth brother and five respectively, and he wore various stud earrings that seemed vulgar to him.

But at least his hair is very clean, half-short broken hair, chestnut, some Korean style, his face is very delicate, and it is quite eye-catching if you ignore the messy things hanging on his ears and ears.

However, since it was Zheng Jianhua who brought him, he must also be a relative of his family.

Yang Fucheng thought like this, so he walked over and sat down beside him, "Hello, I am Yang Fucheng, the criminal policeman in charge of this case, may I ask ...... you are?"

The young man turned to look at him and did not speak. After about five seconds, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked to one side, and his narrow eyes were full of disdain, "Criminal police? A group of wild wolves who walk on the edge of the law in the face of justice, even if they kill people, they don't have to bear any responsibility under the pretext of maintaining social order. ”

Yang Fucheng's face sank, and while he was not happy that this young man was quite prejudiced against the criminal police, he was also surprised that he could actually say such deep words.

But he couldn't help but retort, "No, your statement is too absolute. I can't guarantee that all the criminal police are people who abide by public discipline, but it is also impossible for them to be fake police officers. At least, I'm not. ”

The young man sneered, neither objecting nor approving. Turning his head, he took out his cigarette and lighter, lit it with a snap, and smoked it.

The smell of nicotine slid down his nose and into his lungs, and the comfortable feeling made his face full of extreme enjoyment, like a drug addict.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, say, "As you say, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, and I can listen to you, but I will reserve my own judgment." ”

The implication is that the criminal police are scum is still determined, and this cannot be changed.

Yang Fucheng's face was a little ugly, and when he was reprimanded to his face for what he considered a sacred profession, the anger in his heart could not be explained by one or two points. But after all, he was handling the case, and he still endured it.

"Jingxian, how do you speak?"

The sudden sound made Yang Fucheng stunned, and when he looked up, he saw a professional woman in a small suit walking in, holding a big red wallet in her hand.

After stopping in front of Yang Fucheng, he smiled faintly and stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry, my brother's temperament is not very good, if there is anything offended, please Haihan." ”

"Where, where. Are you ......" Yang Fucheng got up and stretched out his hand to shake it, and suddenly heard 'Jingxian' sneer, his voice full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Jingxian!" Zheng En warned again, and then said to Yang Fucheng: "I am Zheng En, the second sister." He is our fourth brother, Jung Choi Kyung-hyun, who retains his mother's surname. We also have a big brother above, Zheng Yuncheng, who has been out of town, and it is estimated that he is still on the plane, and it will take a while to catch back. Have a seat. ”

Home is a relationship network that needs to be carefully compiled by all members, and the intention is inseparable and can prevent wind and rain; If you don't care, it's sparse, like a dominite bone card, it will fall down as soon as it pushes, and it is weak.

Jung Eun and Jung Choi Kyung-hyun exemplify the second type.

Shi Jing, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, could see it clearly.

Sometimes, the messy and clueless clues are often pulled out of the interpersonal relationship.

"Hello." walked downstairs, sat down on the sofa opposite Zheng Cui Jingxian, and stretched out his hand to Zheng Cui Jingxian.

The voice is neither salty nor light, and I can't hear any emotion. It's just that the pair of dull pupils revealed a strange look, which made his scalp tingle, and he involuntarily leaned back, but he still held back his heartbeat and stretched out his hand to shake it.

Suddenly, he heard her say, "Your heart is beating at a rate of 2 times/s," his eyes narrowed slightly, as sharp as a knife, and fell on Zheng Cui Jingxian, making him shiver coldly, "What are you afraid of?" ”