After a meticulous search, they found no trace of the murder weapon.

"Forget it, forget it, let's eat first! I'm hungry!"

Yao Jin looked at the time on his watch, and it was almost ten o'clock at this time.

"Brother Yao, you came over directly after filming, and you didn't eat, did you?"

Then, Yao Jin looked at Lin Yao and asked.

Lin Yao shook his head, and replied with a solemn face:

"I won't eat anymore, and I'm going to go out, it's too much of a delay."

"After all, there's just over two hours left before they take off."

"You don't have to go out."

Yao Jin said directly, and then pointed to the operation room over there and said,

"I just saw that there are a few leftover in-flight meals there, and we can heat them up and we'll eat them."

"Well, that's fine."

Lin Yao looked over there, then nodded.

It's so late now, and I'm a little hungry indeed.

"Okay, I'll heat it up!"

Yao Jin said a word, and walked directly inside.

Lin Yao frowned and continued to search along the aisle.

There was no murder weapon on the plane, could it really be that the murderer took him off the plane?

What kind of murder weapon is it?

Lin Yao searched suspiciously, and shook his head secretly.

The urgency of time put him under a lot of pressure.

The killer must have been among those people on the plane.

If the case cannot be solved, after more than two hours, the murderer will take off with the other passengers and escape.

"It's here, Brother Yao! You eat a lot of food, eat three portions, and I will eat two."

After a while, Yao Jin walked out with a plate carrying five portions of food wrapped in tin foil.

Lin Yao had to put down the search for the time being and sat down on the chair next to him.

"What is this?"

Lin Yao glanced up at the food on Yao Jin's plate and asked him.

"Hot dog, I just warmed it up."

After Yao Jin finished speaking, he put the dinner plate aside, then picked one up from it and handed it to Lin Yao's hand.

After Lin Yao took it, he peeled off the tin foil.

Suddenly, Lin Yao's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the food in his hand tightly.

Yao Jingang took a bite and saw Lin Yao's expression, so he asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong? Brother Yao, isn't this hot dog appetizing? Let's make do with it, and pad your stomach."

Lin Yao stared at the hot dog in his hand tightly, then suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Is this the same packaging for passengers on the plane when they eat it?"

Yao Jin was slightly stunned, then looked at the few people next to him, and then said:

"I guess so. I called the stewardess over and asked."

"I'll go."

A police officer hurriedly called in the flight attendant who was waiting outside.

The others looked at Lin Yao suspiciously, not knowing what he was thinking again.

Soon, the flight attendant walked in.

Lin Yao asked her the question.

The stewardess nodded and said:

"Yes, that's how we give out in-flight meals to our passengers."

After Lin Yao heard this answer, his expression was solemn.

This is, Yao Jin on the side couldn't help it, so he asked Lin Yao:

"Brother Yao, is there anything wrong with this hot dog? Do you suspect that the murderer poisoned it?"

….

Lin Yao didn't speak, but took the hot dog out of it and put it aside.

Then hold the tin foil in both hands and fold it up.

The others watched him suspiciously.

Lin Yao folded the tin foil repeatedly, getting smaller and smaller, and finally folded it into the shape of a sharp knife.

Seeing this, everyone was already vaguely clear

What does it mean to be white, staring at the "knife" in his hand with wide eyes.

Then, Lin Yao took out the sausage from the hot dog and put it on the table.

Suddenly, Lin Yao held the "knife" in his right hand and stabbed the sausage frantically.

Suddenly, the "knife" directly penetrated the sausage.

After a few clicks, the sausage became miserable.

Lin Yao stopped at this time and put the "knife" aside.

"Brother Yao, do you mean that the murder weapon used by the murderer was this thing folded from tin foil wrapped in food?"

After seeing its lethality, Yao Jin suddenly said loudly in surprise.

Wang Lei next to him couldn't help but nod slightly and said:

"A murder weapon made of tin foil is indeed enough to penetrate a person's throat."

"Non-Newtonian fluids are able to maintain their original state when they are moving at high speeds."

After Wang Lei finished speaking, the others couldn't stop nodding.

"In that case, there's a good chance that the murder weapon is this thing? After all, we can't find any other murder weapons."

Yao Jin nodded and couldn't help but say,

"If the murder weapon is confirmed, then we can be considered to have made great progress."

"It's easy to find out if the murder weapon is this thing, just ask them to test the deceased's wound for aluminum powder."

Wang Lei on the side had a serious face, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Huh? Check the aluminium powder?"

Yao Jin couldn't help frowning suspiciously, and then asked:

"The murder weapon is tin foil, why do you need to check for aluminum powder?"

Wang Lei explained to him while making a phone call:

"Tin foil is actually aluminum foil, and it's made of aluminum, not tin."

"Oh, I see, I really don't know."

Yao Jin smiled and nodded,

"I have increased my knowledge again."

"Hey? Hurry up and check whether there is aluminum powder in the wound of the deceased. Yes, it's aluminum powder."

After the phone was connected, Wang Lei immediately said to his colleague who was conducting an autopsy.

Then he hung up.

Everyone present was anxiously waiting for the result.

After a while, Wang Lei's phone rang.

"Hey? The result? Got aluminum powder?! Okay, I got it!"

Wang Lei finished excitedly, and then put away the phone.

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Yao with admiration.

He was right!

But Lin Yao frowned slightly, shook his head and said:

"If the murder weapon is tin foil, then it will be easier for the murderer to deal with it."

Then, he turned his head to look at Wang Lei and asked:

"When I checked just now, I didn't find the folded tin foil, did I?"

"No, if I found out, I would have reported it a long time ago."

Wang Lei shook his head directly and denied.

Then, Lin Yao turned his head to look at the flight attendant again, and then asked:

….

"The tin foil left over after the passengers have eaten the food, will you collect it collectively or what?"

The flight attendant immediately replied to Lin Yao:

"We have a paper bag for passengers to put their garbage in each seat, but usually after a while after the food is distributed, we will collect the garbage en masse."

"Did you receive it this time?"

Lin Yao's eyes were fixed on her.

"Accepted."

The flight attendant nodded immediately.

Lin Yao and the others suddenly breathed a sigh of helplessness.

If you don't collect it, you can also tell by looking at which seat doesn't have tin foil on it.

Now that they've taken away all their garbage, they can't even check it like this.

"But. I remember one passenger who didn't throw the tin foil in the trash

。」

Just when everyone was downcast, the stewardess suddenly said something again.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened and they looked at her.

"Are you sure?"

Lin Yao looked at her with some excitement and asked.

The stewardess thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively and said:

"I'm sure, because we were pushing a cart to collect the garbage, and we came over there, and everybody handed us the garbage."

"But when I got him here, his garbage bag was empty, and there was no tin foil on the table."

"At that time, I was a little puzzled, thinking that he was not hygienic and didn't know where to stuff it casually, so I was more impressed."

"Do you remember which seat he sat in?"

After Lin Yao listened, he immediately asked her.

"yes, yes."

The stewardess nodded, then pointed to a seat in front of her and said:

"That's it."

"Quick, hurry up and check the information of the passenger sitting in this seat."

Wang Lei immediately said to a colleague next to him.

The police officer then searched the registered passenger information.

"That's it, the passenger named Sun Qiqian, forty-one years old."

After a few moments, the officer immediately pointed to his notebook.

"Okay, I'm almost sure the murderer is this kid, I'll go find him! What room is he in?"

After Yao Jin heard this, he instantly became excited, and he was about to run out of the plane directly.

Lin Yao looked at him helplessly and shouted:

"Wait a minute, don't get excited! I'll go with you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yao wrote down Sun Qiqian's room number, and then walked out with Yao Jin.

"Officer Lin, do you want to call a few people to go with you, if this Sun Qiqian is really the murderer, I'm afraid that he will resist, you are in danger!"

Wang Lei couldn't help but shout at them with concern from behind.

Yao Jin looked back and said with a smile:

"What do you think, brother! If you have a war tiger to go, can you still let him run?"

After saying that, the two walked directly out of the exit of the plane.

"This kid, I'll see what he says when I confront him face to face!"

"This kid is so hateful, he dares to kill people in public! I also let us not go back to eat at night, and investigate the case here!"

Yao Jin couldn't help but complain to Lin Yao as he walked.

The pressure that had just been suppressed in my heart was completely vented at this moment.

But Lin Yao frowned, constantly thinking about the whole case.

….

Soon, the two came to the hotel next to the airport, and then came to the door of Sun Qiqian's room.

"Knock!"

"Open the door!"

Yao Jin knocked directly on the door of the room.

"Who?"

Suddenly, the impatient voice of a middle-aged man came from inside.

"Police, open the door!"

Yao Jin shouted directly without patience.

In his heart, this Sun Qiqian is basically the murderer.

"Bang."

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Out of it came a middle-aged man with a beard and a little sloppy.

"You're finally here, and you're going to keep us here for as long as you want!"

Before Yao Jin could question him, he yelled directly at Yao Jin.

Yao Jin was suddenly a little stunned, and what he wanted to say was on his lips.

It was a long time before he reacted.

Your grandmother's, you killed someone, and you dare to be so arrogant with me?!

Then, Yao Jin was about to question him.

But Sun Qiqian immediately shouted emotionally:

"Say! I'll wait for us to go

Go home and see my son! My wife has given birth to a second child, and she is still waiting in the hospital!"

"You"

Yao Jingang wanted to say something, and Lin Yao walked up from behind.

"Don't get excited, let's go in and talk."

Then, Lin Yao pushed the two of them and walked directly into the room.

"Say what! Let's get our plane to take off! I'm going home!"

After entering the room, Sun Qiqian still shouted emotionally.

Yao Jin looked at him and snorted coldly, and then said:

"Don't bluff to cover up your weakness."

"Huh? What? Weak heart, say weak heart?"

Sun Qiqian was slightly stunned, stared at Yao Jin, and then shouted:

"You are the ones who should be weak-hearted! With so many of us locked up here, who will bear the delay."

Yao Jin stared at his eyes tightly, his expression was solemn, and then he took out a ball of tin foil from his pocket, held it in front of him, and asked sharply:

"I ask you! Eating hot dogs on the plane at the time, where did your tin foil go?"

After Yao Jin finished asking, Lin Yao also just stared at Sun Qiqian, observing his expression.

"Huh? Tin foil?"

Sun Qiqian's face tightened, staring at the ball of tin foil in Yao Jin's hand, with an inexplicable expression.

Lin Yao couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Yes! After our investigation, we found that the murder weapon was a sharp object folded from tin foil."

Yao Jin stared at him and said sharply,

"And through our inquiries with the flight attendants, we learned that when they collected the garbage, everyone's tin foil was recycled, but you didn't have tin foil there, how do you explain?"

After Yao Jin finished speaking, Sun Qiqian was completely stunned.

After a long time, he looked at Yao Jin and said hesitantly:

"This, this. What do you mean? You don't suspect me of being a murderer, do you?"

Yao Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and then spoke:

"The murder weapon is tin foil, only your tin foil is gone, do you think we don't suspect who you should suspect?"

When Sun Qiqian heard this, he waved his hand anxiously, and then said:

"No, I said comrade policeman, you can't mess around! You can't just splash dirty water on me if you can't catch someone!"

"Tin foil is so soft, how can it kill people?! You are guilty of sin, and there is no excuse for it."

Yao Jin immediately said:

"Pay attention to your words, so now you answer my question, where did the tin foil go after you ate the hot dog?"

"I'm throwing my tin foil straight to the ground."

Sun Qiqian's emotional speech was a little unfavorable, and he hurriedly said.

"Throw it on the ground? Where did you throw it on?"

Yao Jin asked closely.

"Just threw it in the aisle."

Sun Qiqian said immediately.

"Thrown in the aisle?"

Yao Jin raised an eyebrow and stared at him, then asked:

"Then why didn't we see it when we checked it, and didn't see it when the flight attendants collected the garbage? You tell the truth!"

At this time, Sun Qiqian knew that he was now suspected of being a murderer, and he was also frightened.

He heard Yao Jin say this, so he explained again and again:

"When I finished eating, I threw it on the floor of the aisle, and then I rested."

"When the stewardess came to collect the garbage after a while, I looked on the ground and saw that the tin foil was gone, and I don't know who picked it up!"

On the day of my employment, I carried the wanted criminal report with one hand!.

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