In the early morning of July 2, Ying Mingyu did not run in the morning, he would skip this matter when there was a case, and after washing, he would open the refrigerator and get special adjustments as before. Seeing a strawberry-shaped magnet on the refrigerator with a card pressed underneath, he bent down and looked at it carefully. Meat, vegetables, and fruits are written on the left, and dates are written on the back, and there are currently only two dates: June 30 and July 1.

When he opened the refrigerator and saw the neatly placed things, Ying Mingyu couldn't help but smile in the faint light of the refrigerator. His special blend is placed on the top layer, and there are only four bottles at the moment, and the person who is doing it now is around, so there is no need to prepare too much in advance. There was a pudding on the middle layer, and one of them had a sticky note on it, Ying Mingyu pulled it out and looked at it: This is mine.

"Isn't this particularly delicious?" Ying Mingyu muttered a sentence to help her push back, didn't look at it carefully, and took a special tune to go out.

When Lu Qianqian got up, there was no one at home, she made an appointment to see the first sample today, packed up and went out with a picture tube. She just got out of the hall on the first floor, and when she walked out, a car drove from the garage, she gave way to the side, the speed of the car slowed down, the window rolled down, and the driver stopped and asked her, "Do you want to take you out?" ”

"Eh, wouldn't it be too much trouble, no need." Lu Qianqian was a little surprised, she didn't know that person.

"It's okay, it's a big place here, and the forest road is long, can I take you to the side of the road for a ride?" The man seemed to be afraid that she would be afraid, and added, "I'm a resident of this fourth-floor building, and you live here too, right?" Then we are neighbors. ”

Unable to excuse himself, Lu Qianqian got into the back seat.

"You're an artist?" After getting into the car, the man explained in a friendly way, "I was doing design, and I saw you carrying a painting tube just now, and I couldn't help but call you to get in the car, it was too abrupt and scared you." ”

"I see, it's okay, you're kind too."

"There are very few people who do this kind of thing now, and there are people who have been killed in the news, and not everyone dares to accept good intentions." The man said with a gentle smile.

Lu Qianqian nodded: "I just moved here, and I'm not familiar with this place yet." ”

"The family is out, and no one drives you?"

"No, I'm renting here." After Lu Qianqian finished speaking, he realized that the people who live here should have a car at home, so the other party will have this question.

"Rent?" The man smiled, "As far as I know, all the houses here were sold in full, and I didn't expect anyone to rent out the rooms......"

"Is that so......" Lu Qianqian still wanted to ask about the house price, but after thinking about it, she just arrived at the intersection, she thanked her and got out of the car.

Later, on the way to the teahouse where he took a taxi to meet, Lu Qianqian kept thinking about whether Ying Mingyu's so-called monthly rent that he heard that others rented out was made up by him, or whether he really asked the people in the sales office and the ideas that others helped him out.

The editor of the publishing house she had cooperated with before asked for an appointment by Lu Qianqian, the teahouse was opened by someone the editor knew, it was in the form of a small personal workshop, very quiet, mainly selling tea, and drinking tea was the part of the product.

The editor also brought the author of the book, a girl who was not much older than her, and they were already making tea when Lu Qianqian arrived, and she quickly joined in.

After chatting for a while, Lu Qianqian took out the painting and showed them and asked them if they had any suggestions for revision.

The writer girl was very satisfied, couldn't put it down for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can I buy this original painting?" I mean, not only did I use it for the cover art, but I also wanted to make a trifold on the inside page, which is kind of an illustration for the book. ”

"Your lotus flower is so well drawn, just like the real thing, as if you can smell the fragrance of lotus flowers. I can increase the fee, but not much. I'm not a very famous writer, and this time I published a book at my own expense, and I can get up to 5,000, is that okay? ”

Lu Qianqian was stunned, she remembered that Ying Mingyu also said the word "incense" last night, which turned out to mean this.

"I'll keep your signature when zooming in, and I'll also note that you're the one who painted the book on the back page, which will not only enrich the content of my book, but also help you recommend paintings, how about it?" Seeing that she does not speak, the writer fights further.

"Thank you, you like my paintings so much, and you can be regarded as a confidant, the price is no problem, I can accept it." Although it is far from the 20,000 yuan that Ying Mingyu said, Lu Qianqian originally wanted to sell the painting to this person, and even if the other party did not increase the price and asked for more places to use, she would not take the initiative to increase the money.

The editor saw that they had a good conversation, and did not interject any more, she was just a middleman.

"Do you know how to illustrate people? Can you draw the hero and heroine of the book? You make an offer. ”

Lu Qianqian simply refused decisively this time: "I'm not very good at drawing characters, you can find someone else." The next time you finish handing in, I'll frame it for you, do you want to add a scroll? If it's boxed, you're better off choosing it yourself. ”

The writer's little girl thanked her: "No, you can frame it and give it to me, and I'll do the rest myself." ”

While drinking tea and talking, the buyer didn't let Lu Qianqian modify it at all, she was in a beautiful mood. After the end, Lu Qianqian asked the tea shop if there was any throat moisturizing tea for sale, and the store introduced her to some, but she didn't choose the sweet taste, and finally only bought a tea mixed with Maimendong and ginseng, saying that the taste would be bitter.

Lu Qianqian came out with a painttube and a tea bag, the sun had already risen, she was still early when she went out, so she didn't bring an umbrella, and now she suffers a big loss. This teahouse is on the side road that forks off the main road, and the location is very good, but she needs to walk to the main road to take a taxi now.

"Miss, classmate?" Someone crossed the road and shouted twice before calling Lu Qianqian.

"Ah, hello, what a coincidence." The person who came was the gentleman who drove her out of the community in the morning.

"I knew you were coming here, so I took you here, I did something on the third floor opposite, do you want me to take you back?"

Lu Qianqian looked at the office building opposite, and followed the man into the car without much excuse.

Once born and twice cooked, this time the two introduced themselves separately, and they knew each other.

"Didn't you sell the painting?" Liu Tianming asked with a light smile.

"No, I'm looking at the first draft today."

"I see. Do you have a studio, or do you create on your own? ”

"Actually, I just graduated, so I took on some odd jobs and exercised."

"Is that bag tea? I seem to smell the smell of tea. ”

"Well, I looked at the paintings at the teahouse, so I bought some and brought them back...... Oh, do you want a little, I'll give you a little? Just bother you twice to return the gift. ”

"I have a tea set at home, if you can trust me, why don't you go upstairs and make a pot to try, I want to see your paintings, can you?"

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, and Lu Qianqian followed the man to the fourth floor.

Bao Zhan and Da Zhuang stayed up all night before, and this morning Ying Mingyu and Ding Yuan replaced them and went to the company first to ask about Hu Xiaodie's last day at work.

As the morning passes, everyone in the company arrives, except for the boss and the dead Hu Xiaodie.

Ying Mingyu looked for personnel and confirmed that Hu Xiaodie's entry was recommended by Ding Zhanpeng, and then checked the attendance machine and found that Hu Xiaodie had a punch on the 24th, and the fingerprint punch could not be fake.

The general manager was not there, so they talked to Ding Zhanpeng first, and they were in the company's conference room.

"What's wrong with Fluttershy? I went out yesterday afternoon, and I only heard about the police coming to the company today. Before they could speak, Ding Zhanpeng asked a question first.

It seems that in order to prevent the people in the company from being too guarded, Bao Zhan did not tell the news that Hu Xiaodie was dead, and the people in front of them seemed to have no idea.

"Why did you introduce Hu Xiaodie to this company as a secretary?"

Ding Zhanpeng scratched his head: "About three months ago, we met at the bar, she was distressed about her work, I knew that the company was recruiting a secretary, so I introduced her." ”

"Of course, I also have selfish intentions, she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, and I hope to have more opportunities to get along, so I ......"

"On the 24th, did you have any contact with Hu Xiaodie? How was she feeling that day, was there anything abnormal? ”

"Twenty-four, oh, that's the last day Fluttershy comes to work, right?" Ding Zhanpeng recalled for a while, "She was not in a good mood those days, and it may have something to do with Mr. Liu...... Tell me, what happened to Fluttershy? ”

Ding Yuan glanced at the boss and said simply: "Someone found her body, as far as we know, she didn't go home on the night of the 24th, and the last record found so far is the company's clock-in." ”

Ding Zhanpeng opened his mouth in surprise, his face was shocked, and after a while, he eased up, and his emotions became very excited: "That afternoon, she had a quarrel with Mr. Liu in the office, and her face was very bad when she came out, I asked her, she just looked like she was about to cry, and she didn't say anything." ”

Ding Zhanpeng said and slammed his fist on the conference table: "It's all my fault, I was busy handing over the design plan that day, and when I finished it, I found that I had already left work, and she had already left." I was going to treat her to dinner and wanted to talk to her. ”

Ying Mingyu looked at the clock-in time, Ding Zhanpeng didn't lie, but this can't completely rule out the possibility of his crime.

"What about your itinerary after work that day, can you tell us?"

Ding Zhanpeng didn't remember much, he went back and got his notepad, and checked his mobile phone again to roughly piece it together.

The medical examiner has confirmed that the time of death of the deceased is from the evening of the 24th to noon of the 25th, and the specific time cannot be given. They speculated that it was most likely the night of the 24th, because the murderer still had to throw the corpse, and it was impossible to drive around with the corpse in broad daylight.

That night, Ding Zhanpeng completed the previous design plan, but failed to make an appointment with Hu Xiaodie, so he called his friends to drink and celebrate, and went home at 12 o'clock in the evening. The community where he lives is monitored, and the bureau immediately arranged for someone to verify it.

As for Mr. Liu who Ding Zhanpeng confessed, they asked other people again, confirming that Mr. Liu and Hu Xiaodie had indeed quarreled in the office that afternoon, and that was not the first time they had quarreled, and Mr. Liu had also loudly scolded Hu Xiaodie before.

This Mr. Liu was too suspicious, they asked the personnel to call to ask, and learned that he had come back and was at home, so they found someone to get the address, and prepared to meet this General Manager Liu for a while.

Seeing the address, Ding Yuan couldn't help but be surprised, and went out to get into the police car before asking: "This seems to be the downstairs where Lu Yatou rents it, right?" ”

Ying Mingyu didn't respond, Ding Yuan didn't say that he also knew that it was downstairs in his house.