Except for Jiang Li, the rest of the people looked at each other, thinking that something might happen, Team Liu and Mao Daxin's faces were extremely bad.

Team Liu's newly lit cigarette had already reached his head again, but he didn't notice it, and took two puffs before he realized that something was wrong. He pinched the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "I have already said hello, Xiaomao, you and Jiang Li will go to the victim's house together, and Jiang Li will go to the scene to understand the situation first." I'll go back to the bureau first, and then let everyone check it out, damn, if it was really human, I would never let go of this scumbag. ”

"Yes." Mao Daxin nodded in agreement.

After Team Liu left, Mao Daxin was also ready to take Jiang Li and Jiang Qiao to the victim's house.

Because the community is opposite, you don't even have to drive a car, and a few people walk there.

On the way, Jiang Qiao thought about it again and again, and couldn't help asking: "If it's the last case, then why do you say it's this form of dancing?" ”

Mao Daxin and Jiang Li stopped and looked at Jiang Qiao questioningly.

Jiang Qiao continued: "Such a troublesome and weird form, how easy it is to attract attention. If you really want human life, wouldn't it be nice to quietly commit suicide, making it so public, and attracting the attention of the police, isn't it asking for trouble? ”

"Yes, yes, you have a point. It's so eye-catching. Mao Daxin suddenly realized and echoed the words.

"Otherwise..." Jiang Qiao's eyes rolled, he stopped talking, and looked at Mao Daxin with some sympathy.

"Or what?" Mao Daxin said urgently.

"Otherwise, I just don't take you police seriously, and deliberately want to play you around." Jiang Qiao stuck out his tongue and said cautiously.

"Don't put us police in your eyes, hmph, sooner or later we will let him know how powerful the Chinese people's police are." Come on! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

These words provoked Mao Daxin, a stunned young man, to almost have a cerebral hemorrhage, if it was another old oily policeman, he might have laughed at this kind of laughter. But after all, Mao Daxin has just graduated from the police academy, and he has a sense of enthusiasm and mission to serve the people, so how can he stand this.

Jiang Qiao looked at Mao Daxin, who was striding forward, touched his nose funny, and said to Jiang Li beside him: "Hahaha, this Mao Daxin is too cute." ”

But he suddenly found that Jiang Li had lost his usual stunned face, and his face, which had always been expressionless, showed a rare faint expectation.

Jiang Qiao was stunned, was he expecting something?

The deceased's husband opened the door, who looked to be in his forties, and it was not difficult to see from his meticulously combed hairstyle and neat three-piece suit that he had a successful career. Although there was no obvious expression of decadence and grief, the obvious dark circles under his eyes and the beard with a stubble on his chin still betrayed his grief of bereavement.

Several people were invited into the house, as soon as they entered the house, Jiang Qiao was full of praise for the cleanliness and comfort in the house, and the just right home arrangement reflected the hostess's intentions for this home, of course, the most eye-catching thing was a huge oil painting that occupied a whole wall in the living room.

In the painting, a young girl in a white dance dress is dancing. This painting is very expressive, the girl in the painting seems to come from a dream, stepping on a bunch of blue stars, full of plain face, green silk and ink dye, like a fairy. Even in this still painting, it is as if you can hear the music coming to your ears, as if you can see the girl dancing to the beat in the next moment.

Although Jiang Qiao has no artistic cells, he is still amazed by the beauty of this painting.

It wasn't until Mao Daxin urged a few times that he reluctantly moved to the sofa, and his eyes couldn't help but knock on the side.

The victim's husband, Mr. Chen, saw Jiang Qiao's affection and said: "When my wife took my daughter to France for a trip, a local painter painted this painting. Originally, I said that the painting was too big to fit anywhere, and it would be good to put it away and take it out once in a while, but she refused to say anything, and insisted on putting it in a place where you could see it as soon as you entered the living room. ”

Jiang Qiao exclaimed: "This painting is really beautiful, is it your wife in the painting?" ”

Mr. Chen shook his head and said, "Oh, that's not it, my wife said, this painting was painted by the painter imagining my daughter when she was twenty years old." ”

Mao Daxin interjected at this time and asked, "Does your wife know how to dance?" ”

Mr. Chen shook his head and said, "My wife won't, she said that when she was a child, her family was poor and she was a girl, so she didn't have the opportunity to learn these expensive things. But she trained her daughter to learn ballet from an early age. said that he would let his daughter go to France to study in the future, and said that he would see his daughter standing on the stage of Broadway in the future. But she... ”

Thinking of the happy past of these families, Mr. Chen's eyes turned red again, and he lowered his head to hide his sadness.

Jiang Qiao and Mao Daxin on the side glanced at each other sensitively, and the two of them caught the key word at the same time: ballet.

Mao Daxin seized the opportunity to continue asking: "Then as far as you know, has your wife had a grudge with anyone recently?" ”

"Grudge?" Mr. Chen raised his head, a little excited, and said, "My wife is a housewife, she is very timid, and she doesn't dare to quarrel with others. What's more, all her thoughts are on her daughter, her life revolves around her daughter, sending her to and from school, going to tutoring and dancing, where will she have a grudge with others. ”

"Don't get excited, we'll ask as usual." Mao Daxin hurriedly reassured.

Jiang Li suddenly interjected: "Can you tell us more about the situation that day." ”

Mr. Chen was a little wary of Jiang Li, who had been wearing sunglasses and was silent, and sighed and said: "I had a customer that day, but I was not there, I smelled a burning smell when I got home, only to find that my wife had been... Fortunately, my daughter was sleeping at the time, if she saw her mother become like that... The child ... ”

At the thought of his beloved daughter having lost her mother's love, Mr. Chen was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Jiang Qiao remembered that he almost lost his mother before, and couldn't help but empathize and comforted: "Mr. Chen, you have to cheer up, your daughter has no mother, she can't live without her father." ”

Mr. Chan whimpered: "It's all my fault, if I insist on moving my family to Hong Kong for development, my wife won't die." ”

As a police officer, in fact, the most difficult thing is not to solve the case and find clues, but to be powerless in the face of the grieving family of the deceased.

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and in the face of the grieving loss of their loved ones, everyone could not bear to ask anything more.

Jiang Li suddenly opened his mouth and broke the silence: "Can I go to your daughter's room and have a look?" ”

Faced with such an abrupt request, everyone else was stunned, and Mr. Chen reacted for a few seconds before replying, "Oh, okay, on the second floor, I'll take you there." ”

"No, I'll just go myself." Jiang Li got up without saying anything and quickly went to the second floor.

Mr. Chen nervously asked, "What's the matter, what does this have to do with my daughter, why did you go to her room?" "Then I'm going to go upstairs.