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(The first update of tomorrow will be updated immediately after 0:00 at midnight!) After the discussion, the policemen were sweating profusely with a bowl of rice. In the middle of the coffee table are two huge porcelain basins, one is a red oil mixed ear leaf, and the other is a vermicelli eel. Liu Xiaolin wiped his forehead and sandwiched a large piece of eel: "It's still the spicy taste of Sichuan cuisine, one word, cool!" ”

Mao Qiang pushed open the door, looked anxious, and shouted: "Damn, don't you leave some for Lao Tzu!" ”

Everyone laughed wildly, Yuan Feiteng pinched his throat, and raised an orchid finger in a sharp voice: "**, you should be full...... right" Wang Lei laughed so much that he had already thrown the bowl into the trash can.

Mao Qiang glared at Yuan Feiteng, grabbed an empty bowl next to him, added a few spoonfuls to the brim, squeezed Wang Lei away, and ate it.

In fact, Kong Zhaodi said that the two of them went to the hotel restaurant to dine together, but Mao Qiang thought that he hadn't done anything yet, so he insisted on coming first. Kong Zhaodi has already slept after taking a bath, women, what she is thinking about at any time is to lose weight, and the director of the public security bureau is no exception, it doesn't matter if you eat a meal or not.

Of course, the two of them are really tired, especially Mao Qiang, who sat for so long for the test, and then there were two consecutive gut battles, and the exaggerated statement is that the walking feet are already a little soft.

Mao Qiang's mouth was full of vermicelli, and the eel had already been caught by everyone, so he asked vaguely: "How is the information checked?" Did you find a clue? ”

No one paid attention to him, except for Wang Lei, who put down the bowl and smoked on the side: "Everything else can be ruled out, we will go to Ding Fengchun's house for dinner, and strive to find a clue from home, this case now seems to be difficult." ”

Ding Fengchun's home is in the Dongyun Machinery Factory, the dormitory building is more than ten years ago, and the exterior wall is very old-fashioned red brick wall.

The whole building is decorated with clothes and bed sheets from various families, which looks almost the same as the colorful flags hanging outside the United Nations headquarters.

Ding Fengchun's house is on the second floor, a two-bedroom house with a small apartment. A middle-aged woman with a wrinkled head opened the door, this is Ding Fengchun's mother.

The father went out to look at the store and buy groceries, although the death of his daughter made the couple very sad, but life had to go on.

It was rare for so many people to come back from the house, so the old woman panicked and asked everyone to sit down, and went to the kitchen to find a few cups, one of which was already a little notched.

The old woman lowered her head and apologized: "That's the way it is at home, I'm sorry..."

Mao Qiang looked around, and the painted furniture and an ancient 21-inch TV were all the furnishings in the house.

Although it is dilapidated, it is still neat, which shows that the owner of the house still loves cleanliness and hygiene.

Speaking of her daughter, Ding Fengchun's mother's tears couldn't stop falling. Ding Fengchun is very sensible, after graduating from high school and joining the workforce, he only left a small part of his monthly salary, and gave the majority of it to his parents.

In Ding Fengchun's own words, "We saved enough money early to change houses, and my parents should live in a new house in this life." ”

Ding Fengchun basically has no expenses except for buying some clothes, and she also goes to the wholesale market to buy clothes at cheap prices.

When she goes out to play with her parents, she usually goes when her classmates tell her to go. Whenever she goes out, she must go home before 12 o'clock every night, and the only time she doesn't come home on time is the day she dies.

Ding Fengchun's mother opened her daughter's room, Wang Lei stood at the door and looked carefully, the room was very small, a single bed and an old wardrobe occupied most of the place.

The measly little space left was a writing desk, the same as the student desks of many years ago. There are a few underwear littered on the single bed, and the writing desk is messy.

In today's society, there are very few children who can know how to be filial to their parents, even if the room is not kept tidy, which is already a small problem that can be forgiven.

Wang Lei looked at every thing in the room carefully, and then went in and opened the drawer of the desk, opened the wardrobe, and every item passed his inspection.

At the end, Wang Lei bent down and picked up a photo from under the single bed. This is an ordinary group photo, which should have been taken in early spring, and Ding Fengchun in the photo was smiling happily.

What puzzled everyone was that this kind of photo was only half cut now, and it was cut out from the middle, and when Ding Fengchun's mother was asked, she also said that she didn't know what kind of photo Lu Dao was, and she didn't know who Ding Fengchun took it with.

Mao Qiang pointed with his hand, Yuan Feiteng and several people poured into the room, this time the search was the most thorough, each book pinched the spine and shook three times, and the other half of the photo was never found.

A second photo of the same did not appear. It seems that Ding Fengchun was careless and fell into bed, and she shouldn't know what to do.

Mao Qiang also asked Ding Fengchun's mother about her emotional situation, and got a meaningless answer. When children fall in love, parents are always the last ones to know the truth.

After coming out of Ding Fengchun's house, before getting into the car, Mao Qiang asked: "Wang Lei, where to find the clues of this half photo now?" ”

The most useful thing in the hands of the police is the half of the photo they just found, and perhaps, the other person in the photo is the murderer.

Wang Lei pondered for a moment: "Let's go to He Zhiqiang to have a look." At least the news I learned so far is that the man closest to Ding Fengchun is him. Maybe he might know who the other person in this picture is? ”

When they came to He Zhiqiang's furniture processing factory, Xie Dahua said that in fact, they should have come here first and then go to Ding Fengchun's house. According to the route map, they ran half a circle around half of the city of Shinonome.

Yuan Feiteng quietly pursed the corners of his mouth: Come here first. You also sent someone to Ding Fengchun's house, why didn't you find that half of the photo?!

There are some proud teams with a high rate of solving crimes, whether it is Yuan Feiteng or Li Yuan or Liu Xiaolin, no one thinks it matters to run more. Relative to this time, the clues are the most important.

Ho Zhiqiang is about 165 centimeters, not tall, skinny, and wearing a denim suit covered with sawdust. He also did not show a surprised look on the surface of the police's visit, thinking that this is the third time that the police have come this week, and who will get used to it.

The furniture factory is small, with an office and a factory. The machines in the factory roared, and He Zhiqiang led everyone to his office.

said that it was an office, and there were also some raw materials piled up in it, and there were only two chairs, He Zhiqiang was busy moving stools around, but Mao Qiang stopped him: "He Zhiqiang, don't look for stools." We're going to get you some information and just stand for a while. ”

He Zhiqiang also glanced at Xie Dahua with some surprise, the first time Xie Dahua led the team, he knew that this was the captain of the criminal investigation team of the Dongyun City Bureau, how could he become a companion this time?

Wang Lei put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the factory: "Team Mao, I'll go and see the factory, you ask." Mao Qiang tilted his head to signal, and Yuan Feiteng followed.

There are three workers in the factory who are busy, compared to the little sawdust on He Zhiqiang's body, they are already about to become tree people in Western fantasy.

In the face of the splashing sawdust, Wang Lei pulled his hands in his pockets, wrapped himself tighter, and shouted loudly: "Master yet, please stop for a while......."

The machine sounded more cheerfully, perhaps because Wang Lei's voice was not heard, no one looked back at the door, and no one paid attention to him. Yuan Feiteng, who came with him, looked at the wall and walked directly over to take down the switch switch. The machine idled a few times, gradually slowed down, and became much quieter.

The three master carpenters then looked around for the reason, muttering, they all thought it was a sudden power outage. Wang Lei clapped his palms, the three carpenters turned their heads neatly, one of them took off the big mask and hung it around his neck, and asked, "Is there anything in there?" Buy furniture and go to the office to find the boss. ”

Yuan Feiteng took out his documents: "We are from the Public Security Bureau, I want you to understand some information, and I hope you will cooperate." ”

The three carpenters usually quarrel at most in the vegetable market, and when they come home, they scold their wives and children, and the first two times the police came they trembled, and they were still uniformed policemen, but they heard that this kind of non-uniform policemen are even more powerful.

The three of them stood honestly with their hands down, waiting for questioning. After waiting for a while, but no sound reached their ears, the three of them raised their heads weakly, and the two people in front of them had already run to a corner of the factory, where they were studying something.

The carpenters discussed a few words and leaned over boldly. Wang Lei and Yuan Feiteng were looking at a few molds on the ground, and the appearance of several molds was strange, and people couldn't guess the purpose.

The three carpenters plucked up the courage to explain in Yuan Feiteng's curious questioning: "This is specially purchased by the furniture factory, and some European and American furniture carving tools are not carved out with a carving knife, but are directly used according to the drawings and poured out of the mold." ”

The carpenter's door gives an example: for example, some furniture has crosses, which are carved with carving knives by domestic carpenters, and the picture is distorted; Second, it is time-consuming and laborious.

A mold of a cross is poured, and then it is heated and pressed directly on the wooden board, and the pattern that comes out is so vivid that people can't tell the real from the fake.

"Yuan Feiteng, see it, now the fakes and copycats are also refined." The two looked at each other and smiled.

Didn't learn anything useful from the carpenters, Wang Lei and Yuan Feiteng returned to He Zhiqiang's office, Mao Qiang glanced at the door, Wang Lei shook his head slightly.

Mao Qiang stood up disappointed: "Xie Lu, thank you for your cooperation, He Zhiqiang, we will come back to you if we need it in the future." If you go to work on your factory, we won't delay you. ”

He Zhiqiang's attitude has always been very good, and he enthusiastically sent a few people out of Changmen, and when saying goodbye, he thought about it and asked Mao Qiang with some sadness: "This, Captain Mao, I want to ask, if I personally give tens of thousands of yuan to reward the murderer, is it okay?" ”

Mao Qiang patted Xie Dahua on the shoulder: "Captain Xie, this is your Dongyun business, can I ask you." "Xie Dahua is very angry, and the police have not announced that the case cannot be solved, what are you doing in a hurry to offer a reward, slapping the police in the face?

"Not for the time being, I'll tell you when I can, so be it." Xie Dahua coldly shook off a sentence.