Under Lao Li's guidance, we saw a thin and long pipe coming out of the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car, and the pipe extended into the car.

"This woman may want to use the exhaust fumes of the car to keep warm, but she should know that it is dangerous to do so, how can she ......" I frowned, a little puzzled, this is not a normal person's practice.

There was a thick layer of snow in front of the car, and I thought that Sun Xiaoli was likely to have died of murder, but who was the murderer? Why kill a woman who sings at KTV?

No matter what, Sun Xiaoli's fate was still said by Old Man Zheng, Zheng Ming was quite helpless, who would have thought that if he ate something he shouldn't eat, he would be hit by a flying disaster?

We walked up to Zhou Hao, who was still talking to the man. We listened quietly, taking out our pens from time to time to take notes.

"How did you find the dead?" Zhou Hao asked.

The man thought for a moment and said cautiously, "When I was passing by here, I saw a car parked in the snow, and I thought it was a little strange. I walked over and took a look, only to see that the man was dead in the driver's seat. I'll turn off the engine and call you. ”

After Zhou Hao listened, he glanced at the man: "What's your name?" How old and what profession? ”

"Oh, my name is Pan Xiang, 24 years old, not long after graduating from college, working in a foreign trade company." The man took out his ID card and handed it to Zhou Hao.

Zheng Ming stopped recording and couldn't help but laugh. Zhou Hao and Pan Xiang looked at him together, and Zheng Ming said to Pan Xiang: "Dude, when the police ask you, you dare to lie, you are not small." ”

"I, I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth......" Pan Xiang hurriedly defended.

"You just said that you turned off the engine after you found out that the deceased was dead, right?" Zheng Ming confirmed to Pan Xiang.

Zhou Hao looked at the two of them with a smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking. Pan Xiang had to nod and said, "Yes, yes, is there any problem?" ”

Zheng Ming shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's the biggest problem. Sun Xiaoli died three hours ago, and if the engine had been on, there would never have been such a thick layer of snow on the front lid, because the heat generated by the engine was enough to melt the snow away. As far as I know, the police went from the time they received the call to the time they came to the scene. It only took ten minutes, but how did such a thick layer of snow form on the front lid of the car? ”

That's right, the reason why there is such a thick snow on the front lid of the car only means that the engine was turned off a long time ago!

Pan Xiang was speechless for a while, and Zhou Hao patted Zheng Ming's shoulder: "Boy, the analysis is good, there is progress." ”

Zheng Ming smiled, looked at Pan Xiang again and said, "Could he be the murderer?" ”

"Possibly." Zhou Hao said.

Pan Xiang immediately cried with a sad face, waved his hand and said, "It's not me, it's really not me who did it." If I kill someone and it's too late to run, how can I call the police? ”

"Why lie when you didn't do it?" Zhou Hao said coldly.

Pan Xiang looked embarrassed, and he vomited for a long time, but he didn't make it clear.

"Oh, I see, you're a colleague of the murderer, aren't you?" Zheng Ming said.

"No, no, I was passing by and I saw a note in the window, and I had to do as he said." Pan Xiang shuddered and took out a note from his pocket.

The note read: Make a call to the police and do as I say, otherwise, Room 1102, Building 12, Donghu Community.