Sister Jiao looked at her reaction and laughed. "Your colleague has confirmed that I'm telling the truth."

"Where did you go after that?"

"I'm home."

"Are there any witnesses?"

"I'm home by myself." Sister Jiao shrugged.

Ling Yi narrowed his eyes, "How did the injury on the back of your hand come about?" ”

Sister Jiao glanced at it casually, "Bang it, don't you say I haven't found it yet." ”

"I was attacked by the killer two nights ago, and I wounded the back of the murderer's hand."

"Heh......" Sister Jiao seemed to hear a joke. This kind of injury is easy to bump out, and it would be too arbitrary to say that I attacked you based on this alone. I don't have the guts to attack the police. ”

"Her psychological quality is enough to emphasise." Xiaomei frowned.

"I'll just say she's cunning." Big A chimed in. But no matter how cunning he is, when he meets his family Ling Yi, it will be difficult to escape.

"Several of the dead have a grudge against you." Ling pushed the photos of the murder scene in front of Sister Jiao, each one very bloody, to stimulate the murderers and observe their reactions.

Sister Jiao smiled, but her eyes were a little evasive.

"Don't you dare to look at it?"

"Normal people feel uncomfortable when they see such bloody photos, and this does not prove that I killed the person." Sister Jiao finished smoking a cigarette and licked her red lips. "You've been in a nightclub, and there's been a lot of fighting, and I can't help myself. Actually, those young ladies, no one will deal with anyone, even if the surface is harmonious, it is also a discord between face and heart, and they all want to stab each other a few times, but I haven't seen anyone use the knife directly. ”

"Just because you have a motive to kill doesn't mean you will kill someone, you know this truth better than me."

Sister Jiao's every answer was without loopholes, and Ling Yiyi couldn't find a breakthrough for a while. The biggest trouble now is that she has an alibi.

Continuing to interrogate Sister Jiao is just a waste of time, and she must find more strong evidence.

Rise.

"It's been an hour, and if you detain me for a maximum of forty-eight hours, you will have to release me. Officer Ling, come on......" Sister Jiao said with a smile.

Ling Yi's footsteps paused and strode out of the interrogation room.

……

The time came to six o'clock in the afternoon.

At the scene of the crime, the blood stains had dried up.

The floor is outlined with chalk to outline the corpse's body.

Ling Yi wore plastic gloves and carefully inspected every corner. Wherever she walks, she will leave traces, and she never believes in any perfect crime. No matter how meticulous the murderer is, as long as he commits the crime, he will definitely leave clues, just to see if he can find it.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, she turned around, and Yan Chen walked in with two lunch boxes.

"Team Words."

I knew she was here. Yan Chen let out a low "um". "Eat."

There was a large area of dried blood on the ground, and the environment for eating was a bit weird, but the two of them had long been accustomed to it.

"Wow, what a fragrant chicken thigh rice."

As soon as he smelled the smell, Ling Yi realized that he was hungry.

She likes the chicken thigh rice the most, it is fried to a crisp, yellow and fragrant one.

"You brought it from Zhang Ji." Zhang Ji is next door to FTK, and his chicken thigh rice is one of her few favorite foods.

"Hmm."

Yan Chen has always been like this, and he doesn't talk much.

The two ate head to head, while Ling Yi sorted out the facts of the case in his mind.

A dumpling slipped into her lunch box.

Her heart warmed, and she looked at it with emotion, Yan Chen lowered her head, as if nothing had happened. He never paid lip service to her, and always did it silently. Silently guarding her.

"Thank you." She muttered to herself. Thank you for being there in her life and bringing her so much warmth.

The two didn't communicate much, and after eating, they each looked for clues.

Colleagues in the Forensic Division have already collected it, and there are not many traces left at the scene.

Ling Yi found a corner and squatted, holding his legs like a kitten, but his eyes were sharper than those of a cheetah, and he didn't let go of any details.

She thinks of herself as Ruan Ling, what was she doing on the night of the crime? Just got back from outside, or have you been staying home?

The eye was suddenly drawn to a pair of sneakers on a shoe rack.