"Hee-hee-hee......" Chen Kangle raised his chin at Ge Bin and smiled proudly, revealing a smug look that belonged to the winner.

Ge Bin turned his face to the side and ignored her.

Chen Kangle didn't mind, and turned to Huang Fangyuan and grinned: "Sheriff Huang, where are you going?" ”

Huang Fangyuan didn't answer and asked, "Why haven't you gone back yet?" ”

"I just accompanied Gong Lingling to the supermarket and purchased some daily necessities."

"Why don't you just buy some toiletries like toothbrushes, toothpaste, and towels, and take that long?" Ge Bin couldn't help but complain.

"What do you know? It's not just about shopping, it's about other things! Chen Kangle defended, "When I went to the funeral home to identify the body in the morning, the staff asked about the cremation of Gong Lingling's body, and she hesitated to send her daughter back to her hometown, and the relevant procedures were not handled before a decision was made." Later, Cui contacted a hotel, and I accompanied her to check in, and accompanied her to the supermarket to buy some necessities. In the process, she suddenly remembered about her daughter's body again, and asked me about the cost of transporting the body, the procedures that needed to be completed, etc., and asked me to help me with an idea. What do I have in mind? I had to ask someone else again. Obediently, do you know, it turns out that the cost of transporting the body across provinces is so powerful! As soon as she heard the price, she immediately dispelled her thoughts, and after thinking about it for a while, she decided that the body would be cremated here and the ashes would be taken back to her hometown for burial. After contacting the funeral home, because it was too late today, they had already left work, so they could only go again tomorrow to go through the relevant procedures for the cremation of the body. ”

As they spoke, the three had already arrived in the garage and got into the police car. Ge Bin, who was in charge of driving, took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat, Huang Fangyuan occupied the co-pilot's seat, and Chen Kangle could only sit obediently in the back row.

"Have you reported to Deputy Director Cui about going to the funeral home tomorrow?" Huang Fangyuan asked.

"Nope." Chen Kangle said frankly, "However, just now Uncle Xiao called me and asked me how I felt on my first day of work, and I told him about it." ”

Ge Bin gasped directly after hearing this. Originally, he also wanted to come up with the theory of "reporting level by level" to preach to Chen Kangle and teach her the rules. But this row of people - directly reporting to the head of the task force - where is there still a place for him to speak. Not everyone can do it, and your superiors may not be able to take care of you if you don't have a little weight.

I don't know if Huang Fangyuan is in the same mind as Ge Bin, in short, he didn't say anything after listening to Chen Kangle's answer.

Ge Bin drove the police car out of the garage to the ground, and saw An Huaisheng standing next to a brown Buick business car from a distance. Ge Bin slowed down the car and slowly leaned in. An Huaisheng got into the back seat of the car and sat next to Chen Kangle. He looked suspiciously at the inexplicable extra person, and when he saw that the other party was wearing a uniform, he didn't say much.

Chen Kangle responded with a sweet smile and enthusiastically introduced himself: "My name is Chen Kangle, and I am a new trainee police officer under Sergeant Huang. ”

An Huaisheng's high head was slightly lowered slightly, which could be regarded as a nod in return.

The car started again and turned onto the road, and the brown Buick business van from earlier quietly followed.

Huang Fangyuan glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. An, is the commercial vehicle in the rear your car?" ”

An Huaisheng turned around, and through the rear windshield, the huge headlights of the Buick locked firmly on him like the two big eyes of a monster.

"Yes, that's right, it's my car." An Huaisheng straightened his body again, and sorted out the crumpled suit by the way.

"I didn't expect your car to be so low-key." Ge Bin said.

"I have always pursued the principle of 'low-key life and high-profile work'." An Huaisheng responded indifferently.

"Really? You are low-key, but you are generous with your niece, and you actually gave a Ferrari as a birthday present. Tsk......" Chen Kangle smacked his lips exaggeratedly.

Ge Bin frowned, wondering how she knew about Ferrari? After thinking about it again, she soon understood that she must have heard what God had told her. This person, no need to guess, is 100% the big-mouthed Ba Lin Xuan.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the group came to the gate of An's old house. Ge Bin turned his head to take in the surroundings. This is the second time he's been here. The last time I visited, it was quite lively, and a group of people gathered at the door. And this time, it was deserted, and even the owner of the house was not at home. However, in just four or five days, the scene in front of me has been very different, making people have the illusion of being separated from each other.

An Huaisheng walked at the front of everyone, walked quickly to the door, and naturally took out the key from his pocket and prepared to open the door. However, the door and door frame, which had been twisted and deformed, although it could be seen that they had been re-repaired afterwards, were not as tightly fitting as before, except that the deadbolt could barely hang the lock hole, so that the door would not be in the point of being pushed open.

Xu Zhonghui's hasty handling of this gate made An Huaisheng very annoyed. Even if Enron is no longer there, but the family's belongings are still there, isn't such a hasty disposal tantamount to opening the door and letting the thief into the house? An Huaisheng was furious, raised his right foot, and kicked the door hard, and the door opened in response. The key that he had stolen from his place of safety and had been carefully kept was clearly useless.

Ge Bin didn't expect Xu Zhonghui's attitude towards this home to be so careless, and he didn't even want to take the time to change the door again. Is this man overly sad and unintentional, or does he have other plans and no time for other care?

An Huaisheng was the first to step into the house, and in the darkness, he reached out and skillfully touched the location of the switch. In the next second, the white light suddenly lit up, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Ge Bin blinked, adjusting to the sudden bright light. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room, and Ge Bin began to look around.

"Feel free to see whatever you want." An Huaisheng greeted Huang Fangyuan and the others as if he was at home.

Huang Fangyuan pointed to the inner room with his finger and motioned for Ge Bin to go there, while he walked around the place where there was a stove outside. Huang Fangyuan's gaze lingered on a knife for a long time, this is the only knife that has appeared in this house, whether it is the style, material or brand, it is exactly the same as the murder weapon in the nanny murder case. Huang Fangyuan guessed that this knife should be specially configured for her according to the nanny's knife habits. After looking at the knife, he continued to wander outside, sometimes squatting, sometimes tiptoeing, looking around, and constantly checking.

The layout of the first floor is not much different from when Ge Bin first came here, the only difference is that the inner room, which was used as a bedroom during An Ran's recuperation, is now home to a set of sofas. Ge Bin carefully observed the decoration style of the house, the placement of lamps and lanterns, and the decorations on the walls, and it was clear that this place was originally planned as a living room, but it was only changed into her bedroom after An Ran's illness, and now the return of the sofa also indicates that this place has returned to its previous function.

After Ge Bin hurriedly took a turn in the room, he saw Huang Fangyuan walking towards the second floor, so he hurriedly followed. Going up to the second floor, the south-facing room on the left hand side is a bedroom; The north-facing room on the right-hand side, judging from the furniture on the display, should have been planned as a study and guest bedroom. But now, the house is filled with all kinds of clothes and miscellaneous items, and it has apparently become a storage room.

With no place to stay in the storage room, Huang Fangyuan gave up his plan to enter and turned around and went to the bedroom. At this moment, a black folder the size of an A4 on the bedside table caught his attention. He stepped forward and picked up the folder and flipped through it.

On the first page of the folder, several large letters in bold black marker appeared, "Accident or murder? This typesetting occupies an entire page at a 45-degree angle.