"What? I'm all stunned by you. Jiang Qiao impatiently took the file and looked at it himself. The prisoner said... Because he was afraid that Zheng Xue would call the police to recognize him afterwards, he stabbed her five or six times with a kitchen knife in the kitchen, and then ran away without disposing of the body. In that case, the body must still be at home. ”

"Yes, if it is according to what the prisoner said, it should be like this, but you see, Zheng Xue's husband's confession, he came home after work and found that the hostess was not at home, a kitchen knife was thrown on the ground, the room was a little messy, he felt a little strange, and no one answered the phone, he waited all night and decided to call the police the next day." Mao Daxin turned to another page of the dossier and pointed to one of the paragraphs and said.

"If you stab someone with a knife, you should have shed a lot of blood? How could my husband not find out when he came back? There are two possibilities, one is that a mortal lies, and the other is that a husband lies. There's no need for a prisoner to lie... That... Did the husband lie? Jiang Qiao looked at Mao Daxin while analyzing.

"There is a third possibility, there is a third person who we don't know about who disposed of the body and the scene." Mao Daxin said: "However, we have time, the husband arrived home at 6:10, and the prisoner left at 6:00, and there is only ten minutes, which is not enough to deal with the body and the scene." ”

"Oh, it was a year ago, this detail, these two people can remember it so clearly, talent!" Jiang Qiao didn't believe Mao Daxin's statement.

"Because of the bell, the family has an antique clock that stands upright, and it rings on time and very loudly. He was so startled by the bell that he didn't even have time to wipe his fingerprints or anything, so he fled. It was the only time he didn't have an aftermath of a crime scene, so he remembers it well. Mao Daxin explained.

"What about the husband? He also remembers it so clearly? Jiang Qiao pointed the finger at another person.

"Well, he doesn't remember it very well, but we transferred his confession when he reported his disappearance, and there was a record in it, as soon as he got home and saw that his wife was not there, he called, and the time on the mobile phone showed six o'clock, indicating that the time between the two of them must have exceeded 10 minutes." Mao Daxin poured two cups of coffee and handed them to Jiang Li and Jiang Qiao, and drank all of his cups.

"You won't go through another sleepless night." Jiang Qiao looked worriedly at the bloodshot in Mao Daxin's eyes and his chin full of green stubble.

"Busy." Mao Daxin turned his head and hid the loneliness in his eyes.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to rest. By the way, I just wanted to ask you, what happened to Luo Qi and Qian Duoduo? Jiang Qiao looked at him distressedly, he couldn't see that this Mao Daxin was still an infatuated species, it had been so long, and he hadn't been able to get out of Mengluan's affairs, and it was not a way to numb himself with work constantly.

"Hey, Qian Duoduo has confirmed it, we found an unrecognizable female corpse in the sea area before, and it has been proved that it is Qian Duoduo. Alas, as for Luo Qi, now that she has been handed over to the court, all the evidence points to her anyway, and she does have a motive to kill. How to judge it depends on the judge. Speaking of this case, Mao Daxin's tone was a little heavy.

"Forget it, we've done our best, you can rest for a few days." Jiang Qiao comforted.

"There's no time now." Mao Daxin smiled bitterly, turned to Jiang Li and said, "There is no need for the prisoner to lie, we have checked that Zheng Xue's husband is not suspicious, and the suspicion that he committed the crime has been ruled out... ”

"Also, there is no need for him to hide the fact that his wife was killed." Jiang Qiao nodded and interjected.

Mao Daxin nodded: "Yes, this case has come to a dead end, but I thought of a possibility last night, we haven't seen Zheng Xue's body, so... I'm wondering if Zheng Xue is actually not dead at all. ”

"Not dead? Is this possible? I was stabbed five or six times! Jiang Qiao also looked at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was bowing his head and drinking the coffee that Mao Daxin brewed for him, when he suddenly felt two inquisitive eyes shooting at him, so he said unhurriedly: "Well, this coffee is good, Jiang Qiao, I will drink this in the future... ”

"Damn, I'll give you ten packs to drink slowly, and leave the coffee alone. Let's talk about the case. I remember Jiang Qiao saying that you can know the last thing that happened to the deceased through his personal belongings. Mao Daxin was almost crazy in the face of Jiang Li's gentle character.

"Hey, yes, yes, quick, do you have Zheng Xue's personal belongings? Alas, you should have come to us a long time ago. Jiang Qiao jumped up from his chair excitedly, almost forgetting Jiang Li's ability.

"Cut, I'm looking for you, you think our police are shameless, if it weren't for some supernatural things, I wouldn't be looking for you." Mao Daxin reluctantly took out a pajama from a bag he had brought with him just now.

"According to Zheng Xue's husband, this pajama was left at home when Zheng Xue disappeared, and we showed it to the prisoner, and he recognized this pajamas as the clothes Zheng Xue was wearing at that time, and there were several holes in the clothes, which we verified and confirmed that they were caused by sharp knives or something." Mao Daxin pointed to a few holes in the pajamas that were still pulling the threads.

"The pajamas confirmed the prisoner's confession, but the body and blood were missing? Hehe, Zheng Xue shouldn't be a snow girl! Jiang Qiao put on his gloves and carefully observed the holes in his pajamas.

"Snow Girl? And what is it? How do you know so many strange things? Hey, Jiang Li, gloves! Mao Daxin frowned and urged Jiang Li.

"He can't feel it when he's wearing gloves." Jiang Qiao snatched the gloves from Mao Da's novice: "Snow Girl... Snow girl, you don't know, a kind of youkai in Japanese legends, the youkai turned into white snow, if you die, it will turn into water. ”

"Oh... Jiang Li, how's it going? Mao Daxin said perfunctorily.

Where is he still in the mood to listen to Jiang Qiao's story, all his attention is on Jiang Li, only to see Jiang Li's fingers lightly touch the silk pajamas, and then he is motionless, as if he is settled.

After five minutes, just when Mao Daxin couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to speak, Jiang Li suddenly let out a "huh" and opened his eyes. Mao Daxin asked nervously: "How is it, how is it, what do you see?" ”

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, looked at him with strange eyes, and said, "You are right, Zheng Xue is not dead, she is still alive." ”

"Really not dead?" Jiang Qiao and Mao Daxin looked at each other, and the most unlikely situation happened.

"And where is she?" Mao Daxin asked anxiously.

"I don't know, I can only see that she is in a small room with a lot of people, there are a lot of people, and the wall says ... Serve. Jiang Li's expression was a little hesitant, it was obvious that he didn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"Serving the people?" Jiang Qiao turned his head and looked at the big characters on the wall, and then looked at Mao Daxin: "Could it be... Zheng Xue is in the police station? ”

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