243. Injured
Feng Yifan had a hunch that that stone was likely to become the last straw that crushed the camel. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
At this moment, Feng Yifan and Xiao Zhou were sitting in the same car, and the person driving was a colleague in the bureau. Because Feng Yifan had some inexplicable festivals with Xiao Zhou before, even the discerning people could see that Feng Yifan was very resistant to chatting with the other party, but Xiao Zhou seemed to not understand.
Along the way, I was chattering in the back seat, and I was talking to myself very happily.
The original plan of the three of them was to go to Chu Mengyun's house to find out if there was any new evidence, but halfway through, they received a call from Uncle Zhou.
He said a little hesitantly on the other end of the phone: "Girl, I sent you the address, and I will go to the deceased's rental apartment to slow down in advance." Just now, Professor Xu ordered you to come down and let you go and get the evidence back first. β
Feng Yifan didn't doubt him, clicked on the call interface, looked at the address sent by Uncle Zhou, and said angrily: By the way? One is in the east of the city and the other is in the west of the city, is this also considered a way?
"Okay." Feng Yifan hung up the phone, synchronized the address to the navigation device in the car, and asked his colleagues to drive the car in that direction.
He lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to the boyfriend who had a personal vendetta.
Feng Yifan sent it over: Great god, you declare your personal vendetta, and your wife is too naΓ―ve, right?! Why didn't I see that you were such a person before, and you were cold and unkind? I feel more and more that you don't have a good relationship with these two words!
Xu Xiaonan came back: Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
Feng Yifan suddenly realized that he was not Xu Xiaonan's opponent at all, so he simply stopped replying to him, looked at the road conditions that were gradually familiar in front of him, put his mobile phone in his coat pocket, and waited until the car stopped and drove the door down.
She walked side by side with the policeman who was driving, leaving Xiao Zhou behind. Soon, they came to the location of the evidence collection.
Feng Yifan reached out and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by an otaku with curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses and pajamas. Feng Yifan glanced at him and confirmed the identity of the other party.
The eyes are full of red bloodshots, and there are very conspicuous traces of cigarettes between the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, and between the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, and there is a lot of dirt on the fingers.
In the next second, after Feng Yifan confirmed that this was the object of a private message with her earlier, he immediately reported to his home.
"Hello, I am a blogger who sent you a private message on Weibo last night, chatting about that stone, and at the same time, I am a police officer who specializes in the Bund floating corpse case, my surname is Feng. This time, I want to retrieve the evidence involved in the Bund case, and I hope you will cooperate. β
When the words fell, I saw that the other party reacted quickly and was about to close the door, who didn't expect another colleague to be fast, not only could the door not close, but was pressed to the ground with three or two clicks.
"Wait...... Let me go first. I didn't do anything, why are you doing, the police can't bully people, right? β
Feng Yifan motioned for his colleague to let go.
After the other party stood firm, he rubbed his sore shoulder and asked, "Officer Feng, how did you recognize me?" β
"It's not difficult. You have the aftermath of playing games all night last night. For example, your fingers, but also your eyes. You can tell you smoke and you're in high demand. Smoking is bad for your health, so it's better to smoke less in the future. Also, although you were woken up by us as soon as you fell asleep, I'm sorry, you now have five minutes to wash your face, change your clothes and go back to the bureau with us to record a statement. β
"Oh my God, you're amazing!"
Feng Yifan coughed and motioned to the other party to hurry up. Soon, they took the evidence on the way back. This time, Xiao Zhou seemed to have found a friend of the same friend, and chatted with the comrade who was about to return to the bureau to record a confession.
In order not to be poisoned, Feng Yifan asked to get off the bus first halfway. instructed the colleague who drove to take someone back to the bureau first, and she went to the apartment rented by Chu Mengyun by herself.
Feng Yifan took the toolbox, took a taxi and parted ways with them.
Since the police had to inspect the scene several times, they asked for an extra key from the landlord. At this moment, Feng Yifan directly opened the door of Chu Mengyun's apartment and dodged in.
The situation inside has not changed much from when they left.
The little girl was busy in the house alone, and for a long time she found nothing else. In the end, she locked her target on the wall where the gold was hidden, and Feng Yifan took the gadget and knocked it gently.
The wall was overwhelmed by the hollow problem, and it was almost effortless to smash a hole.
Maybe Feng Yifan's movement was too big, which led the landlord over.
The two looked at each other, and Feng Yifan was frightened when he saw the landlord's uncle's expression of "I know who you are, but don't say it", and thought about introducing himself first with a polite question.
Unexpectedly, the landlord pulled her out without saying a word, and didn't let go until he came to the door, Feng Yifan stood at the door in confusion and waited for him to come out.
Soon, the landlord took the things and came out quickly.
Feng Yifan heard the footsteps, turned around and just wanted to ask what the situation was, but in the next second, after his eyes met the things in the landlord's uncle's hand, the whole person was stunned.
She nervously asked, "You...... How did you have these three dolls? β
For fear of scaring others, Feng Yifan didn't say that, why did these three dolls and my father's undercover diary, the last page of which was drawn...... Same?
Xu Xiaoyan's face was even worse.
The two have been together for so long, and it is the first time that Xu Xiaonan has not returned home at night.
In the first half of the night, Feng Yifan had been waiting for him, thinking that he would definitely come back if he admitted the problem with the bed, so she had to cheer up and open the door for him. In the second half of the night, I couldn't hold back my sleepiness, and I lay on the sofa alone and slept until dawn.
Thankfully, she caught a cold.
Back in the bureau, the two met each other, and no one paid attention to the cold war. Even Situ Qian saw that something was wrong with the two, and secretly pulled Feng Yifan to the stairwell, "Are you guys quarreling?" β
"Obviously?" She squeezed her nose.
Situ Qian was speechless, "There is almost no one who posted a piece of paper to tell the world." Isn't the professor angry that you've been leaving him alone lately? Do you want to put ......?"
"Don't! It's not fun. Feng Yifan decisively refused.
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Seeing that Situ Qian was deflated, Feng Yifan stepped forward again and comforted: "It's okay, compared to the hard work now, I believe that in a few days, he will know the truth and will love me for 10,000 years." β
"In terms of being thick-skinned, no one can beat you." Situ Qian opened the door and went out, leaving Feng Yifan alone in the stairwell. The little girl was about to catch up, but her phone rang.
On the screen is a text message from a stranger.
Feng Yifan was puzzled, wiped his nose and clicked on it, a photo of her when she was a child jumped into sight.
"Who are you?" (To be continued.) )