I have to say that Zhang Leifeng said this question made Fan Miaomiao feel no difficulty, and opened his mouth to answer: "Express delivery, takeaway, police, fire protection, property, check the ...... of water meter"

Zhang Leifeng hurriedly stopped without waiting for her to finish.

"Okay, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough." Rolling his eyes, he replied.

Fan Miaomiao squinted her eyes and squinted at him. I thought, let me talk about you too, and you were the one who was stopped after I just said it.

It is not possible to go to the property of the community where the deceased is located, as they will be contacted by phone. The police were, but only after she died. Not to mention the use of checking the water meter, there is no need for someone to come to inquire about the electricity through the network payment. As for what Fan Miaomiao said, it is impossible to go to these fires.

So now it seems that there are only two characters left who are likely to go, and most likely.

"Couriers" deliver goods from sellers to buyers, but now couriers don't have to meet in person, and they don't necessarily see the deceased. And through his own analysis of the corridor, the cabinet placed near the door is used for courier delivery. In this way, the courier will not necessarily knock on the door.

"Delivery people" deliver food to customers rain or shine, and this industry can be regarded as an industry where more than 99% of them can see themselves.

Zhang Leifeng sat on the sofa and kept rubbing his hands.

His mind repeated what he saw over and over again, and he tried to connect them together, but it was almost there.

Knock knock!

Who will knock on that door?

Knock knock!

While he was thinking, there was a knock on his door.

Fan Miaomiao walked over and opened the door, it was a middle-aged man with a peaked cap, wearing a dark blue Nizi coat, a pair of shabby sneakers on his feet, and there was a smell that Fan Miaomiao was not used to.

He kept standing in the doorway with his head down, and the anger around him became a little weird.

"You...... Who to look for? Fan Miao asked tentatively with the courage to do so.

The middle-aged man pushed the brim of his hat with his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Is this Zhang Leifeng's house?" ”

Fan Miaomiao nodded in astonishment: "Yes." He replied.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over: "Please give this to him." After speaking, without waiting for Fan Miaomiao to speak, she turned around and ran downstairs.

The sound of footsteps coming downstairs echoed in the hallway, sounding very hurried.

Fan Miaomiao closed the door with a puzzled face, turned back to Zhang Leifeng, and threw the letter on the coffee table: "Hehe, that person is really strange." He muttered.

Zhang Leifeng stretched out his hand to take the letter, opened it and quickly skimmed it, and then threw it on the coffee table.

With his hands wrapped around his chest, he frowned and fell into thought.

Fan Miaomiao was a little puzzled when she saw him: "What is written on this letter?" ”

"See for yourself." Zhang Leifeng replied.

Fan Miaomiao watched Zhang Leifeng take the letter from the coffee table:

Hello Zhang Leifeng, I know that you are a detective, so there is one thing I want your help with. My eldest brother opened a shop next to the national highway ten years ago, and he was killed in the store the day before the Chinese New Year ten years ago. At that time, there was no surveillance on the road in front of his door, and the police did not find any clues or evidence at the scene, and the matter has been hanging since then, and the murderer of my eldest brother has not been found.

So I can only take the liberty of asking for your help, I didn't know you could help us.

Please call me on 130XXXX if you can.

Oh, by the way, I can't pay you much, and I look forward to hearing from you!

After reading the letter, Fan Miaomiao looked up at Zhang Leifeng, his brows were locked from beginning to end: "What do you think about this matter?" Whispered.

Zhang Leifeng ignored Fan Miaomiao, and after about five minutes, he suddenly slapped his thighs with both hands and bounced up from the sofa: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?" A scream came out of his mouth.

"What didn't you think of?" Fan Miaomiao asked curiously.

Zhang Leifeng looked at her with some excitement: "If it is really a courier or takeaway, the surveillance at the door of the community will definitely be able to be photographed, but on the day of the crime, there were no couriers and takeaways in and out of the community." He explained in a very quick tone.

Fan Miaomiao was confused, and she didn't understand what he was saying at all.

"If there are no couriers and takeaways in and out of the community that day, then there is only one possibility, they are wearing ordinary clothes when they enter the community, and before entering the deceased's house, they change into a certain kind of work clothes, and then knock on the door of the deceased's house......" Zhang Leifeng thought of this, goosebumps all over his body, as if he had seen the sunshine behind the dark clouds.

"Then let Xing Dongjie find the monitoring for you." Fan Miaomiao replied very plainly.

Zhang Leifeng immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Xing Dongjie's phone: "Where are you?" ”

"I'm in the bureau."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, put on his coat and hurried out of the house. Fan Miaomiao hurriedly changed her shoes and caught up with him: "You wait for me." ”

The two came to the Public Security Bureau to see Xing Dongjie and told him the purpose of their visit, Xing Dongjie took them to the monitoring and analysis room, where they found the surveillance records of the day of the incident.

Zhang Leifeng stood in front of the computer and said to the policeman, "Fast forward." ”

The police officer turned his head and glanced at him, the slower others watched the surveillance, the better, how could this guy come up and let him fast forward.

"Fast forward, a little faster, a little faster, a little faster." Zhang Leifeng's mouth kept talking.

At this time, the speed has reached sixteen times the playback speed, and the picture is so fast that even the license plate number cannot be seen clearly. I really don't know if he's looking at the surveillance or the pictures.

Zhang Leifeng's eyes kept turning.

Syllable!

The officer hits enter.

"At this point, the victim is dead." replied to Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng nodded: "There is no murderer among these people." A very affirmative answer.

"How do you know?" The officer asked unconvinced. I thought to myself, we are going to be blind when we look here, and we don't dare to be so sure, so you come up and give a positive answer directly after reading it. Although they all know that Zhang Leifeng is a "psychopath", they still don't believe that he can have such ability.

"Because I don't need to look at their faces, I just need to look at the way they walk."

"Do you know how the murderer walks?" The officer continued to ask.

Zhang Leifeng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and patted him on the shoulder with his hand: "The scene has already given you the answer." With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

The police officer watching the video was angry and wanted to scold him, but Xing Dongjie hurriedly stopped: "Okay, don't pay attention to him, continue to be busy." He comforted the officer.

(End of chapter)