Ning Shuyi was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Yes! You're not the first person who, after coming into contact with my parents, has a preconceived idea that I'm the kind of greenhouse flower that is particularly well protected."

"I didn't think so." Huo Yan shook his head, "The greenhouse flowers are not as stubborn as you."

This evaluation made Ning Shuyi a little crying and laughing, and he couldn't tell whether this was a praise or criticism of himself for a while.

The two of them bought some food on the way, drove back to the vicinity of the crime scene, sat in the car and simply filled their stomachs, quietly paying attention to the movements around them.

As time went on, fewer and fewer residents were moving downstairs, and the attention of the two people became more and more focused, carefully paying attention to the wind and grass around them.

As a result, I waited until midnight, and there was no movement around, and no one entered or left the unit where the crime scene was located after late night.

"I've waited in vain tonight." Huo Yan frowned, slightly annoyed.

Ning Shuyi waved his hand at him: "No. Let's also confirm it, the uncle ran out to check the situation before, did he alarm anyone.

According to the uncle, there shouldn't be anyone going upstairs in their house, but before he ran out with a flashlight to check the situation, the old couple heard footsteps more than once.

So I was just guessing that the situation at that time might not be that someone was playing with the takeaway delivery person, but that the uncle's sudden appearance shocked the other party, so the old couple did not hear any movement after that.

There was no movement in our half night tonight, which is equivalent to proving this possibility-the people who attracted the attention of the uncle and aunt because of the footsteps before were not lighter, but did not come again.

Even if you put these aside, isn't there still a harvest from Zhao Dabao's side!"

"The owner's information has been confirmed?" Huo Yan knew that Ning Shuyi asked Zhao Dabao to help check the car that the uncle mentioned some characteristics.

"Well," Ning Shuyi nodded, signaling that Huo Yan could drive back to the bureau, "Thanks to that uncle who remembered the characteristics of the car logo, as well as the two tail numbers, plus the color, with these three restrictions, it is easier to find the registered vehicle that matches."

Zhao Dabao is also more rigorous, after he found the vehicle that meets the conditions we provide, he compared the pictures captured by the road traffic monitoring, and confirmed that it was the car for the second time, and it was absolutely not wrong.

It's just that the owner of the car is not a woman as the uncle said, but a 29-year-old local man.

Zhao Dabao checked this person's personal information, and he was a staff member of a public institution in this city.

It's too late today, we can contact him tomorrow morning to find out who the woman who drove his car is."

Huo Yan nodded, and the car turned from the auxiliary road into the main road: "You live in the duty room tonight?"

"yes, if I sleep at home, I'm afraid of mushrooms." Ning Shuyi smiled and teased, her house is too humid now to be suitable for living, "It just so happens that tonight has been tossed to this time, go back to the unit to make do with half a night."

If it ends early tomorrow, I'll go to Ren Yaya or Yan Xue to make do." Now that she has a solution, Huo Yan didn't talk any more, it was really not early now, and he didn't plan to go back to the dormitory, so he simply went back to the unit with Ning Shuyi.

At seven o'clock in the morning the next day, Ning Shuyi called the contact number of the car owner, and it took several calls to get through, and the other party seemed to be a little impatient when he answered the phone, and his attitude was not very good.

Especially after hearing that Ning Shuyi was from the Public Security Bureau, and wanted to know who the woman who drove her car that day was, the tone sounded even more unpleasant.

"That's my ex-girlfriend, we've broken up, we've been separated for almost a month.

Regarding her matter, can you contact her yourself to deal with it? To tell you the truth, the breakup between the two of us was not particularly pleasant, nor was it crisp at all, and I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore." So said the man.

Whether he is willing to have anything to do with this matter is not particularly concerned about Ge Ning's calligraphy originally, naturally

agreed very happily, the other party breathed a sigh of relief, told Ning Shuyi the woman's name and contact information, and then hung up the phone in a hurry, it seemed that he really didn't want to have more connections with his ex-girlfriend.

In this way, the woman's identity information can be easily confirmed.

This person's name is Zhang Guanghui, an in-service teacher in a key middle school in the city, Chinese New Year's Eve is 31 years old, the city's local household registration, household registration information and parents are in the same place, and there is no bad record.

It can be seen from the household registration records that this family of three moved into the city from other places almost 30 years ago, and coincidentally, their original household registration location turned out to be the same township as Deng Qingrong's family.

Ning Shuyi handed Zhang Guanghui's personal information to Huo Yan: "You see, what the uncle said yesterday was really accurate, Zhang Guanghui's appearance is indeed six or seven points similar to Deng Qingrong!

Moreover, in addition to the fact that their family is the same villager as Deng Qingrong, there is another point that is also very interesting."

As she spoke, she pointed to the blood type column, "Look here!"

"Zhang Guanghui is blood type B." Huo Yan looked at the information that was specially pointed out by Ning Shuyi, "But her adoptive parents, one is type O and the other is type A, and these two blood types can't give birth to type B blood?"

"That's right, and Deng Qingrong's husband Chang Rong, who died of injury before, is blood type B." Ning Shuyi nodded, "That's interesting.

Zhang Guanghui's appearance is highly similar to Deng Qingrong, and his blood type does not match his parents on his household registration, but is exactly the same as Chang Rong, what can you think of?"

Huo Yan's brows furrowed, and he looked at the pages in his hand: "When Deng Qingrong lived in the area where the crime scene was located, she told her neighbors that her life was hard, and she had two children before Chang Junchao, but they couldn't support them and died soon.

She also accidentally revealed her patriarchal thinking many times in and out of her words, and felt that she had to have a son, and she couldn't do without a son.

The old neighbor also told us that Deng Qingrong made great contributions to making her husband Chang Rong have a son, and her words were revealed.

According to the age calculation, when Zhang Guanghui was born, the policy was still relatively strict at that time, and if he had already given birth to a child, whether it was a man or a woman, it was impossible to have another one.

Even if they can violate the policy, the amount of fines they face is not small, and it may be difficult for Deng Qingrong and Chang Rong to bear it with their financial ability back then.

Therefore, this Zhang Guanghui may have been secretly abandoned or given away by Deng Qingrong and his wife after they were born."