In the reception room, Chen Yuzhi and Zhang Jian, directors of the Youyi Road Police Station, both learned about Sun Haining's killing during the meeting this morning, and Zhang Jian and others learned the information from Song Chuan's mouth.

At this moment, Zhang Jian is reporting on the reception of Sun Haining on the third day: "I have known Officer Sun for a long time, and the year I joined the police happened to be not long after the 718 fire......

"He came the day before yesterday to ask me to help investigate the situation of Zhao Guangming, a taxi driver in the jurisdiction, who was originally an employee of the No. 1 Woolen Mill, and Lao Sun suspected that he had something to do with the fire that year."

"Something to do with the fire that year?"

Song Chuan's expression was a little puzzled: "Officer Zhang, I just looked at the fire file of that year, and the final identification result was the fire caused by the accidental fire of aging wires, why did Officer Sun suspect that Zhao Guangming had something to do with the fire of that year?" ”

Laugh at!

Zhang Jian shook his head and sneered: "What happened to the fire back then, everyone who has experienced it knows that any aging wires accidentally catch fire, it is ......."

"Lao Zhang, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhang Jian's words were suddenly interrupted by Chen Yuzhi, the other party opened his mouth stupidly, and was not speaking, Chen Yuzhi took over the conversation: "The fire identification results of that year were indeed accidental fires caused by aging wires, but because many woolen mill workers died, many people had grievances and fabricated some other reasons. ”

Although Chen Yuzhi explained satisfactorily, Song Chuan could see that Zhang Jian's expression was still a little resentful, and missing this topic, Song Chuan looked at Zhang Jian again: "Officer Zhang, I heard that Officer Sun has been looking for thieves who stole his sister's house all these years, is there a reason for him to look for Zhao Guangming?" ”

Zhang Jian spat out a breath of turbidity and nodded: "Yes, Lao Sun has not been on the front line all these years, but about his sister's affairs back then, he has not given up the investigation." ”

"As far as I know, when Lao Sun's sister and nephew were burned to death, his brother-in-law was also at the scene, and he once saw the person who stole at his house, and Lao Sun traced the person back then according to the clues provided by his brother-in-law."

"The day before yesterday, he asked me to take him to the neighborhood committee of Zhao Guangming Community to check on Zhao Guangming's situation, but it was ......."

Zhang Jian sighed and shook his head: "It's been sixteen years, and all the evidence was destroyed in that fire, just relying on the back of the old grandson's brother-in-law's memory, where to find the murderer?" ”

"Officer Zhang, after Officer Sun left the day before yesterday, do you know where he went?"

"With his character...... He had a clue from Zhao Guangming...... Should go to his brother-in-law...... Zhang Heping. ”

Half an hour later.

During the day, Gongmi Lane is an ordinary self-built housing area, where the sun shines, and the low illegal wooden houses are not so gloomy under the eyes.

Qin Feifei never knew that there was such a place in City A, and it was behind the most prosperous downtown street.

The path was still muddy, and Song Chuan helped Qin Feifei to limp close to the wooden house that Sun Haining had been to before he was killed.

In the daytime, the wooden houses look even more dilapidated, and the smell of decay can be smelled from afar.

Knock knock!

Song Chuan knocked on the wooden door that cracked through multiple cracks, and there was no sound for a long time, Qin Feifei stepped forward to observe the inside through the crack in the door, but only saw a dark patch: "Is there no one inside?" ”

"Who?"

The sharp sound of tiles rubbing metal came from hell, Qin Feifei couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously approached Song Chuan.

"Is it Zhang Heping, I'm a police officer of the Criminal Investigation Detachment."

After Song Chuan finished speaking, there was a little silence in the wooden door for a while, and the harsh voice came again: "The door is not locked." ”

Creak.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was a sound like a ghost biting, and the wind that got into Qin Feifei's collar seemed to be chilly.

The light in the wooden house was dim and it was not real, Song Chuan and Qin Feifei adjusted for a while after entering the wooden house, and then gradually adapted to the light in the wooden house, but this was the ......

Yes!

Qin Feifei's hands clamped around Song Chuan's arm like iron tongs, and the whole person fell on Song Chuan's body, and the screams of horror pierced Song Chuan's eardrums.

However, at this moment, Song Chuan turned a deaf ear to Qin Feifei's screams, and he didn't even have time to feel the soft touch on his back, and he felt a cold air rushing from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, and his whole body was tense, and he resisted the instinct to turn around and escape.

What kind of face is this, like an evil ghost coming out of the cage, scratching people's hearts.

"Hehe, sorry to scare you."

The laughter of the tooth was full of inferiority, and the figure opposite hid into the darkness again, leaving only half an intact face to Song Chuan and Qin Feifei.

For people who can see him for the first time and don't run away, Zhang Heping thinks it's normal, even if the other party is a policeman: "Do you have anything to do with me?" ”

Song Chuan's glasses had adapted to the dim light in the wooden house, so even if Zhang Heping hid next to the wardrobe at the innermost part of the wooden house, he could already see the silhouette of Zhang Heping's side face and burnt ears.

"My name is Song Chuan, this is my colleague Qin Feifei, we are here to find out about the situation of Officer Sun Haining looking for you the day before yesterday."

Zhang Heping, who was in the dark, paused slightly, and did not answer Song Chuan's words, but asked rhetorically: "What's wrong with Sun Haining?" ”

"He's dead."

Bang dang!

Zhang Heping stood up suddenly, knocked over the wooden table beside him, and eagerly ran to Song Chuan's side, his miserable white eyes brought Song Chuan extreme oppression, and also revealed Zhang Heping's side face and scarlet gums that only a few flesh tendons were left to hide: "What did you say?" He's dead? ”

Song Chuan looked at the person in front of him who was full of fear, but he heard even more extreme fear from his voice, it seemed that Sun Haining's death had drained all the strength that the person in front of him could rely on.

Qin Feifei subconsciously hid behind Song Chuan, don't look over her head and dare not look at Zhang Heping.

Song Chuan nodded heavily, looking directly into Zhang Heping's pale eyes: "Officer Sun was killed the night before yesterday. ”

Song Chuan's affirmative answer made Zhang Heping slump on the low stool next to him, muttering to himself: "He's dead...... How could he have died? ”

Song Chuan sighed deeply, Zhang Heping has been like this for sixteen years, it seems that only Sun Haining has contacted him over the years, and has helped him every month, now that Sun Haining is dead, Zhang Heping's original only half of his life is probably gone again.

"Officer Sun was supposed to be investigating a case from 16 years ago before he was killed, and we've heard that he comes to you every time he has a new clue, which means that you may be the last person Officer Sun saw before he was killed."

"I want to know what he told you that day."

Song Chuan did not suspect that the person in front of him killed Sun Haining, not to mention that Zhang Heping had no motive for committing the crime, even if he did, his body could not support him to kill, with Zhang Heping's physical condition, it would be good to be alive.

Zhang Heping sat on the low stool sluggishly, muttering to himself, and after a while, he seemed to accept the fact that Sun Haining was dead, and half of his intact face showed sadness that had nowhere to put it: "My relatives...... They're all dead......"

"He came to me the night before and showed me some photos and materials."