Zhang Leifeng answered the phone, and Xing Dongjie immediately asked: "What kind of reputation are you kid doing?" How many calls did I give you? ”

"Is there something wrong? I'm too busy to talk to you right now. Zhang Leifeng replied angrily.

Xing Dongjie paused for a moment and said, "Nonsense, I'll look for you if it's okay?" I have a case here that I need your help with. ”

Hearing that it was a case, a light flashed in Zhang Leifeng's eyes, but at present, his current case has not been solved, so he thought about it and answered: "I haven't finished this case yet, I can't help you, you can solve it yourself." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Xing Dongjie looked at the phone that was hung up and couldn't help but scold: "Uncle." ”

Zhang Leifeng hung up the phone and returned to his seat and sat down.

Continue to look through and page by page of dossier and information.

After reading the last page, he closed the information.

Closing his eyes slightly, the whole person fell into thought.

He Hua on the side whispered to Fan Miaomiao and asked, "What is he doing?" ”

Fan Miaomiao turned her hand around her head twice: "He is thinking, if anyone bothers at this time, he will be scolded." He muttered quietly.

He Hua had heard that Zhang Leifeng's temper was a little weird, but this was the first time she had such a close contact with him, and she was very surprised to see his performance when solving the case.

But he didn't speak from the beginning of asking a few questions.

Zhang Leifeng's mind began to arrange the words and pictures he saw on the big screen one by one, as if he was standing in front of a huge shadow cloth, constantly looking at the scrolling screen.

He Hua once said that the murderer liked red the most, but Zhang Leifeng didn't think so, because although these deceased people all had some red clothes, their red color was not the same.

The first place is dark red, the second place is light red, and the third place red can only be regarded as light red, and through the data, the location of the murderer's removal is also different, one is the back, one is the finger, and the other is the scalp......

Thinking of this, Zhang Leifeng didn't just think of a poem.

Xia Yu wrote a poem "Sweet Revenge": Add a little salt to your shadow, pickle it, dry it, and drink it when you are old.

The murderer is definitely not just targeting colors, and it is likely that there are other things that he does not know.

Just as He Hua was staring at Zhang Leifeng, her eyes suddenly widened, and there was a hint of terror in her eyes.

Quickly walked in front of He Hua: "What do these dead victims have in common?" He asked.

He Hua was stunned for a moment: "What are you referring to?" He asked incomprehensibly.

Zhang Leifeng smashed his mouth helplessly: "For example, they have been to the same place, or they know the same people, or they have experienced the same thing." "Give her a rough range.

"Same place?" He Hua muttered quietly.

Zhang Leifeng felt that it was a bit too much time for her to think about it, and asked a little impatiently: "Don't talk about others, tell me all your sister's experiences, you have to tell what you know." ”

He Hua's eyebrows furrowed together.

"My sister?"

"Yes, it's your sister, because you know her better than anyone else."

He Hua nodded, recalling her and her sister's past in her mind.

"My sister is four years older than me and ...... as a child"

"Stop, stop, I don't need to listen to the story of my childhood, just start with the year before your sister was killed." Zhang Leifeng interrupted her and prompted.

He Hua's eyes turned a few times.

"There was nothing special about her that year, she got a good job that year, and she also found a partner, and she was planning to get married. She asked me to go to the bridal shop with her that day and pick out some things for the wedding. ”

"Then we went home together, and on the way home she got a phone call that her boyfriend told her to go."

He Hua recalled.

Zhang Leifeng's mind quickly recorded it.

"And then?"

"Then I went home, and she didn't come back until one o'clock in the middle of the night, and my parents were very worried, and they called her over and over again, but the phone kept going until no one answered, and then the police came to our house......

"Where's your sister's boyfriend?"

"He only found out the next day, and then the police found him......"

"Needless to say, I've seen the rest." Zhang Leifeng interrupted her and said.

The transcripts of the police's interrogations of him are all in the notebook.

According to his answer, it is basically the same as what He Hua said, but Zhang Leifeng always feels that there is something unclear in his heart.

It's normal for a woman to go on errands with her boyfriend, but why doesn't he choose to send her home and leave her alone, not to mention that she has to walk a remote path.

Unless...... Either he was the murderer, or it wasn't dark when her sister separated from him, and there could be no third option.

Zhang Leifeng thought of this and stood up straight.

"Can you contact the families of the remaining deceased?" Zhang Leifeng asked He Hua.

He Hua nodded with some hesitation: "I can contact it, but none of them cooperate with the work, after all, after such a long time, the case has not been solved, and no one wants to mention this matter." ”

"What about the latest case?"

"This should work."

"Okay, take me to meet them." Zhang Leifeng said that he was about to go out.

He Hua and Fan Miaomiao glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed Zhang Leifeng out of the room.

I drove to the door of the victim's family.

He Hua pointed to the door on the left: "This is it." said.

Zhang Leifeng didn't even think about it, and directly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

There was a sharp knock on the door.

The door was slowly opened, and what appeared in front of Zhang Leifeng was a woman with a painful face.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her whole body was constantly twitching, showing the heart-rending pain vividly.

"Hello, we are from the Public Security Bureau." He Hua walked over and whispered their identities.

The woman looked up and swept over the three of them, then turned and walked into the room.

Seeing this, Zhang Leifeng followed her.

On the sofa in the living room sat two men, one with white hair and the other with glasses, who were the deceased's teacher.

Zhang Leifeng sat down next to the young man.

"What are you here for? We've said what needs to be said. The middle-aged man said to them unfriendly.

"We want to know a little bit about the situation." He Hua explained.

"Know what the hell is going on, how many years has the murderer been in society? You police haven't caught it until now, if it weren't for you, would my child have died? The anger that the middle-aged man had suppressed in his heart finally found a place to vent.

(End of chapter)