Long Zihan took Mo Bei to find him and asked, "Boss, see if you have seen this woman." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As he spoke, he took out Du Weiqi's photo.

The boss took a look at it and said, "Yes, she often comes to buy supper." ”

Long Zihan asked again: "Then did she come last night?"

The stall owner thought for a while and said, "I've been here, and I also bought a small wonton without coriander and vinegar." ”

Mo Bei asked, "Do you remember where she went after she bought supper, and in which direction did she go?"

The stall owner thought about it, pointed in one direction and said, "It seems to be going that way......"

And he's ......"

After saying that, he immediately went to that side.

Mo Bei hurriedly followed and asked, "Long Shao, what's going on?"

Long Zihan said as he walked: "The scene of the murder is Wang Jian's house. ”

"Huh?"

With puzzlement, Mo Bei followed Long Zihan's footsteps and chased after him.

came to the door of Wang Jian's house and knocked on the door, but there was no one at home. Long Zihan looked at the structure of the gate, and there was a protruding stone slab on the door.

He reached out and touched it, and sure enough, he pulled out a key from it.

Mo Bei said in surprise: "Long Shao, you are a god, how do you know that there is a key here?"

"Some people like to keep their spare keys under the mat in front of the door, under the flower pots, to prevent themselves from forgetting to bring the keys and being locked out. I'm just guessing, by luck. ”

The corners of Mo Bei's mouth twitched, and he said, "Your luck is not ordinarily good. ”

As soon as I entered the room, I found that the room was unusually clean, and it was obviously thoroughly cleaned.

When he found a white and somewhat unusual place on the wall of the living room, Long Zihan stretched out his hand and touched it, but his hand was white.

"It's chalk ......"

After completely wiping off the chalk ash, a bright red patch appeared on the wall.

Long Zihan's eyes were cold: "Notify the forensic department ......"

Soon Wang Jian's family woke up to the "big army", and everyone searched and checked inside and outside the house.

"What about Erin?" Seeing that Erin was not there, Long Zihan asked.

Liu Yuanheng, who was searching the scene on the side, said: "I haven't come back yet." ”

At this moment, the voice of the Chu people rang out.

"There was a blood reaction on the floor of the living room all the way to the bathroom and bathtub. Splatters of blood on the walls are covered up with chalk. ”

Wang Xiaoguang said: "A few hairs of different lengths were found in the bathroom and bathtub, and there were no fingerprints. On the handle on the inside of the door, as well as on the curtains, fingerprints were taken. ”

Long Zihan nodded, and instructed Zhao Xiaohu to say: "Take someone nearby to ask, see how much they know about Wang Jian, why does he live alone, and where are the rest of his family?"

Zhao Xiaohu responded: "Yes, I'll inquire." ”

Mo Bei asked, "Long Shao, how do you know that this is the scene of the crime?"

"The supper that the deceased Du Weiqi bought last night was sent to Dean Wang Jian. And she didn't know that Wang Jian went to Hangzhou last night. I remember that the train to Hangzhou was at 8:05 p.m. ”

Mo Bei said: "Their relationship is not ordinary, Du Weiqi dares to send supper to the door at night, that is, if Wang Jian was at home at the time, there should be no one at home." ”

Long Zihan sighed and said faintly: "But Wang Jian is not at home, there is someone else waiting for Du Weiqi at home." ”

Mo Bei asked: "Didn't you think at that time, maybe the deceased met the murderer on the way back to the hospital?"

Long Zihan shook his head and said, "No, soaking the corpse in hot water requires a safe place and a container." Wang Jian is the dean, the conditions at home must be good, and there must be a bathtub. And the bathtub is the best container, isn't it?"

Mo Bei said admiringly: "Long Shao is thoughtful. ”

Long Zihan came to the back window of the living room, and a car was parked in the courtyard.

He looked down and saw a flower bed outside.

In the flower bed, there is a cylindrical wooden stick. The sticks look quite thick and sturdy.

Long Zihan hurriedly called Wang Xiaoguang: "Look at this stick, does it match the murder weapon that caused the deceased's head injury?"

Wang Xiaoguang opened the window, carefully picked it up, looked at it and said, "It's really about the same size." ”

Subsequently, he did a fingerprint extraction, and the fingerprints were indeed collected.

And the end inserted into the soil also showed a bloodstain reaction. There is no doubt that this is the murder weapon.

Long Zihan pointed to the car behind him and said, "Go and check, there is always a means of transportation to transport the corpses......"

Wang Xiaoguang nodded and agreed, "Okay." ”

However, when Wang Xiaoguang found his long hair in the back seat of the car and his fingerprints were collected on the steering wheel, the on-site work was almost done.

At this time, Zhao Xiaohu came back.

"Long Shao, I found out that Wang Jian originally lived here with his wife and son. Three years ago, his wife, who suffers from chronic depression, committed suicide, and his son, for some reason, quarreled with him and moved to his grandparents' house, rarely returning. But Wang Jian loves his son very much and often goes back to his parents' house to visit his son. ”

Long Zihan asked, "How old is his son?"

Wang Jian's son, Wang Yuanzheng, is 15 years old this year. Because he suspected his father of cheating, his mother suffered from depression and finally died. Therefore, he has always regarded his father as an enemy all these years. ”

Erin said as she walked in through the door.

Long Zihan looked at Erin and frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "Actually, it's not like this, right?"

Erin nodded and said, "Actually, Wang Jian also has a son, but this son died in an accident when he was six years old. And Wang Jian injured his body in that accident, so he ......"

Long Zihan's eyes widened fiercely and said, "So, Wang Yuanzheng is the child of Du Weiqi and his husband?"

Erin was more subtle, but he understood.

Wang Jian injured his body, he couldn't do it, and he couldn't have any more children.

can't have children, so, where did this Wang Yuanzheng come from?

Thinking about the delicate relationship between Du Weiqi and Wang Jian, Long Zihan immediately guessed that Wang Yuanzheng was actually Du Weiqi's child.

"What?"

As soon as Long Zihan said this, the people on the side were a little surprised.

Erin nodded again and said, "Yes, according to Du Weiqi's husband, Wang Jian's wife has been a bit depressed since then. In order to comfort his wife, he took home the child that his friend Du Weiqi had just given birth to but was unable to raise. At first, his wife took care of the children as her own, but things improved. But ......"

Long Zihan said: "But her illness came and went, and in the end, she still couldn't resist the grief of losing her child and committed suicide." ”

Erin nodded and said, "Yes, but Wang Yuanzheng doesn't know, he just thinks that his father has never loved his mother, which makes his mother depressed, and finally can't think of committing suicide." ”