"If you think about it, who will this scarf be?" Zheng Wanjiang said.

"I remember, this is Sister Qiulan's, one day she came to my house, my parents were not at home, I stayed with her for a while, and I saw that she was tied around her neck with this white gauze scarf."

"What time is that?" Huang Limei asked.

"I can't remember exactly, it should have been a while." He Fang said.

"What kind of perfume is she wearing?" Zheng Wanjiang asked.

"Sister Qiulan is not easy to dress up, and she usually doesn't use perfume at all." He Fang said.

"Does He Jinqiang have any deposits?" Zheng Wanjiang asked suddenly.

"There are more than 108,000 of them, which are stored in the ICBC Street Savings Office in the city, and I have seen passbooks." He Fang said with certainty.

"His deposit was withdrawn on the 18th of 18,000 yuan, which is a large amount, do you know about it?" Zheng Wanjiang asked.

"We really don't know about it, maybe he did it himself." Du Yuelan said.

"No way, he had an accident at that time, who could it be, do you have any impression." Huang Limei said.

"Well, we can't tell, none of us have ever entered his house." Du Yuelan said.

"Could it be He Jiaqi's branch?" Sun Yaozhang said to himself.

"It's even more impossible, I haven't heard of it, and he doesn't care about the child's money." Du Yuelan said. It seems that they really don't know about it, and there are no fingerprints on the passbook, which shows that there is a problem here, and someone is deliberately doing this to draw people's attention away.

"Let me ask you, when did you learn about He Jinqiang's death?" Zheng Wanjiang asked.

"This?" Du Yuelan hesitated a little, glanced at He Fang and said: "I really don't know the specific situation, her father knows, I was blindsided after I heard it, you better ask him." Du Yuelan said.

"Xiaofang, do you know? Don't be afraid, we'll call the shots for you. Zheng Wanjiang said.

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything about it, my dad won't let me tell." He Fang said with some fear.

It seems that they won't tell the truth, this must be found by He Jiaqi to understand the situation, he knows the inside story of the matter, but this old man is a man, short-tempered, easy to get excited, talking makes people scratch their heads, sometimes choking you enough, it is really not easy for him to tell the truth.

"Has He Jinqiang been living at home?" Zheng Wanjiang changed the topic and asked.

"Generally, he lives at home, unless he is on duty at night or does not come back from the car, he is different from King Kong, he fools around outside all day long, and he does not live in the unit without special circumstances, saying that the unit is too chaotic and not comfortable to live at home." Du Yuelan replied.

"Where did he live before He Jinqiang's accident, that is, on the night of the 16th? After our investigation, he did not live in the unit either? Zheng Wanjiang asked.

"He quarreled with his father that day, and he didn't come back at night, I thought it was because he lived in the unit with her father in anger, where did I think that such a big thing would happen, and I didn't expect that it would be the last time I saw him, and suffered such a catastrophe, it was like killing me." Du Yuelan couldn't go on.

At this time, He Jiaqi hadn't come back yet, and he didn't know what to do.

Sun Yaozhang found four Chinese cigarettes and two panda cigarettes in the closet, one of which has been opened, and there are still two boxes left, these high-end cigarettes are expensive, and ordinary people can't afford to consume them, Zheng Wanjiang remembered the situation reported by his neighbor Cui Yunlu, He Jinqiang used to smoke famous brand cigarettes such as Zhonghua brand.

With He Jinqiang's salary income level, although the driver's income is higher, it is impossible to buy Chinese cigarettes often, occasionally once or twice, this is reasonable, no one can afford to smoke this cigarette for a long time, unless someone sent him, He Jinqiang is just a driver, why did someone give him high-end cigarettes, according to the common sense of ordinary people, when there is a request for others, in order to get things done, only to buy some high-end gifts. But He Jinqiang is just a big truck driver, who would ask him, is he using the bus to do things for people, what is he doing, and he will give such a valuable gift. If he is going to give it to someone, then he is going to give it to someone, He Jinqiang must have something to ask him for or achieve something, what this person does, and whether he has anything to do with the case. Sun Yaozhang extracted the fingerprints left on it.

"He Jinqiang often smokes high-end cigarettes? Where does all this smoke come from? Did he buy it himself? Sun Yaozhang asked. Du Yuelan's mother and daughter both shook their heads, saying that they didn't know.

Zheng Wanjiang and the others came out of He Jinqiang's house and returned to the Public Security Bureau, it seems that someone preemptively attacked, after He Jinqiang was killed, he sneaked into his room twice, withdrew the deposit and put the passbook back in place, but who was the person who entered He Jinqiang's house? What kind of person is he? That footprint is a woman's footprint, and the white gauze scarf is Li Qiulan's, but whose lipstick pen will it be? It may also be hers, could this be Li Qiulan, but judging from the traces of footprints, it should be a relatively fat woman, Li Qiulan is not so fat? Why did she do this, could she be a murderer, and those high-end cigarettes, did she buy them herself, or did someone give them, or was she going to give them to someone, and what was the purpose of sending the cigarettes? Zheng Wanjiang thought carefully and repeatedly.