Chapter 49: The Truth Remains the Same

"No, it won't." Paragraph shook his head, his tone very firm. "He didn't have a reason to kill Song Zhengcai, but Song Zhengcai had a reason to kill him. That is Wu Facai's extortion. ”

"Maybe it's a mistake?" Zuo Le continued to argue.

Paragraph 1 suddenly understood what Zuo Le meant, she was not thinking about the problem from an objective point of view, but making more excuses for Song Zhengcai's death, and it seemed that she was "fighting" for Song Zhengcai's chance of innocence.

"Lele, objective facts, will never change because of subjective speculation. You'll know when the truth comes out. ”

Paragraph 1 is very helpless, but he is not willing to argue more.

The atmosphere inside the car was once again awkward and quiet. Zuo Le leaned back in the seat and fell asleep, and Duan pulled the blanket to gently cover her body.

Wait until you get to the city and check in to the hotel.

Zuo Le went back to the hotel to rest first, and paragraph 1 and Fang Zhizhi and Zhao Yu have been bathing in the physical evidence identification room of the Public Security Bureau.

Fang Zhizhi took the paragraph to the appraisal room, and as soon as he entered, he attracted a group of onlookers. Of course, it wasn't her and the carrion that were watching. It's paragraph one.

Paragraph 1 has been a well-known detective in the public procuratorate and legal circle over the years.

It's rare to see photos out, only rumored to be handsome in the sky and on the earth, and there are few in the world with a cold temper and weirdness.

It can be regarded as a blessing to see the real person today, when everyone was watching, Fang Zhizhi and Zhao Yu pouted and despised and went to get busy.

Paragraph 1 tiredly coped with a few words, made a phone call, and the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Leaning on the autopsy room, Duan Yi frowned and looked at the rotting corpse and asked, "The time of death roughly coincides, right?" ”

"According to the degree of decay, coincide. Only a few bruises were found, not fatal, presumably during the fight. Fang Zhizhi replied, "The cause of death was falling from a high altitude at the bottom of the well, and his body was injured and unable to move. I couldn't eat for a long time, and there was less rain in spring, and my stomach and intestines were already digesting on their own. ”

"Starving?" Zhao Yu pouted, saying this, this Song Zhengcai is still quite miserable.

"Exclude him from killing?" Paragraph 1 asked.

"It is not ruled out, because the reason why he fell to the bottom of the well is not known for the time being."

"Hypothetical again?" Duan Yi reached out and stroked his chin, his eyes were slightly heavy, and his eyes were unfocused, as if he was sinking into thought.

"Not for the time being, the traces around it have been exposed to the wind and sun, and I can't find it. If it weren't for a child who smelled the smell and turned on the flashlight and looked at the bottom of the well, no one would have noticed a corpse at the bottom of the well, and everyone thought that the smell was a dead mouse or a dead rabbit. ”

Fang Zhizhi replied as she rummaged through the corpse for more evidence.

"Is there any information that Wu Facai's DNA has been found on him?"

"Not for the time being, you still need to look at it in detail, and it will take time. Boss Duan, we came here to help Song Duan find his father, and now we have found it. After that, leave the matter to the police, it doesn't seem good for us to act as a substitute. Zhao Yu said that if this matter is to be done, it must be negotiated by the leaders of the municipal bureau before it can be dealt with across domains.

"It's okay, I've already called and told you." Paragraph 1 answers.

Zhao Yu was dumbfounded, sure enough, Boss Duan was quite delicate in doing things.

"Leave this to me and Zhizhi for the time being. Boss, you can go to the hotel to rest and rest, and I don't think there is a rest at Song Duan's house recently. ”

"Okay, I'll go and rest first. You and Zhizhi should rest after they are busy here. ”

Duan Yi rubbed his temples, walked to Zhao Yu's side and patted him on the shoulder, beckoned to Fang Zhizhi again, pushed open the door and left.

When he walked out of the appraisal room, he saw Zuo Le standing in the corridor hesitating, not advancing or retreating.

"What's wrong? What are you doing here? Why not rest at a hotel? Paragraph Yi frowned suspiciously, and walked over to her.

"I don't want to rest, let's see how it turns out on your side."

Zuo Le's eyes dodged, as if he was hiding something.

"Song Duan is here?" Paragraph 1 asked.

Zuo Le was stunned. "How do you know?"

"You have answers written all over your face."

Sighing helplessly, he reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Let's go see you."

The two went out of the public security bureau, and Song Duan stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. Facing this tree, he raised his foot and kicked the tree again and again.

One turned around and saw Duan Yi and Zuo Le coming out, and hurriedly greeted him.

"How's it going? Mr. Duan, is there any result? Song Duan hurriedly asked, his face haggard and anxious. Anyone could tell that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Duan Yi shook his head, "We can't determine what is going on until Wu Facai finds it." ”

"If Wu Facai runs away and can't find it forever, won't the matter be solved?" Song Duan's eyes burst red, and he looked at paragraph 1, his eyes cracked.

That kind of desperate mood can be understood by Zuo Le, and it is one thing to understand, and it is another thing to let him face paragraph one like this.

"You calm down first, this matter has to be resolved slowly. Don't be impulsive! ”

Zuo Le pulled Song Duan's sleeve and said in a slow voice.

"Lele, I can't calm down. This is my dad, how did my dad become a murder suspect overnight, and overnight, my dad died. I want to know the truth and justice! ”

A man in his twenties was squatting helplessly at the door of the Public Security Bureau at the moment, crying in despair.

Zuo Le's heart is like a knife, but even if it is stirred into meat residue, it is useless.

"Song Duan, stand up." Paragraph 1's voice was cold to the bones in the warm sunlight, and he was dressed neatly and his posture was erect. Like a god's mansion, his eyes looked at Song Duan coldly.

"You..."

Zuo Le was worried that the indifferent words of paragraph 1 would make Song Duan even more sad, and he was about to stop it. was stopped by a look at the paragraphs.

"Your mother is still lying at home, unable to move, what's the matter with you standing here crying? If you cry, things will be solved? The dead are already dead, and someone will help you find out the truth. But don't you ignore the really living for the sake of the dead, aren't you afraid that your father's death will deal a fatal blow to your mother? ”

The words of paragraph 1 made the other party stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Song Duan wiped the embarrassed tears on his cheeks three or two times.

"I... I shouldn't. I was too anxious just now. Thank you, Mr. Duan. ”

Song Duan wiped away his tears, bowed deeply towards the paragraph, and turned to leave.

It was already nightfall, and Zuo Le watched his figure gradually disappear into the darkness. His throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't say a word when he opened his mouth.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, he shouted a loud sentence.

Song Duan was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at paragraph one.

"Take the key, it's convenient to have a car to drive these days."

Song Duan hurriedly turned around and returned to his side, said thank you, and drove the off-road vehicle towards home.