Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fog Is Approaching
April 17, 2018, 11:00 a.m. sharp.
"You trust Li Xiaonan very much."
Salted fish sat in the passenger seat, and asked Xiang Feng with a heavy face to be buried.
Without an immediate response, Feng Zhifu stepped on the accelerator hard, crossed the double yellow line and overtook a truck at a speed of life and death, and then replied: "At least with the information I have so far, it is impossible for him to be involved in the murder." β
"Although he is indeed a good friend, I would rather use my own logical reasoning to prove his innocence than believe in the university he attended or who he is."
Salted Fish nodded and replied softly, "I think so..."
Before the words fell, with the wind waiting to be buried, the tire made a sharp friction sound against the ground, and the whole person of Salted Fish was carried out by inertia, and the seat belt on his shoulder was immediately tightened.
βC...β While whispering in greeting, Salted Fish rubbed his shoulders and raised his head to look at the road in front of the two of themβthere was no end in sight.
The fastest road from the police station to the city center is blocked for some reason.
"Fuckβ" the wind blurted out the greeting, and then he rolled down the window and stuck his head out to try to find the cause of the traffic jam.
Dozens of seconds later, the salted fish who got the reply patted Feng Beifu's shoulder: "There was a car accident in front, an unmanned truck slipped out of the parking space without dropping the handbrake, knocked over a passing private car and crossed the middle of the road, and is currently contacting the owner." β
Hearing this, Feng Beifu retracted his head back into the car, frowned and asked, "When is it?" β
Salted Fish looked at the message on his phone and replied, "Just twenty minutes ago." β
"So coincidentally?" Feng Beifu responded: "We were just about to go to the hotel, and the road was blocked because of the accident. β
As he spoke, Feng Beifu looked at the electronic clock in the car, which showed the time at 11:15.
After silently calculating the detour in his heart, Feng Beifu restarted the car, trying to break free from the middle of the traffic that had been completely blocked, and the worst result was that he was caught red-handed by the salted fish detective next to him and revoked his driver's license. And in the eyes of Feng Beifu, it would be perfect if a driver's license could be exchanged for some clues about the person behind the scenes.
As the wind waited for the burial to switch the gear to the reverse gear, Salted Fish also understood his intentions, but did not immediately say anything to stop it.
Even though Detective Salted Fish is stubborn in some specific matters, he is not a person who draws the ground as a prison and must follow the rules in everything.
"Hurry up with power." Salted fish thought.
As a result, it was only three seconds before the greeting of the wind waiting for the burial came into the ears of the salted fish again, and at the same time, the sound of the wind waiting for the burial kept pressing the horn.
"Fuck, didn't I just overtake your car."
Feng Beifu looked anxiously at the electronic clock, and the time was already approaching 11:20.
Hearing the screams and scolding of the wind attendant, Salted Fish rolled down the window of the car as if he was surprised, and the truck that had just been overtaken by the wind was clinging to the back of his car at this time, leaving no space for the two of them to turn around and break free.
Seeing this, Salted Fish pressed the wind that wanted to open the car door to be buried, signaled himself to communicate, and said with relief: "There is still time." β
His gaze swept over the figure of Salty Fish opening the car door, and Feng Beifu's hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, looking gloomily at the blocked road in front of him.
Soon, the figure of the salted fish returned to the field of vision of the wind to be buried, and the wind was to be buried and hurriedly beckoned the salted fish to get into the car: "If you can't make it at 12:00, you can only risk contacting the hotel, if 'she' also has eyeliner among the cleaners, we will never be able to track this line." β
"I know!" Salty Fish stood outside the car door and responded loudly to the wind, his voice equally anxious: "We have been fooled, Petrarch, the driver of that truck has disappeared!" β
Hearing this, Feng Beifu hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, and after hurriedly glancing at the time again, he opened the door and turned his head to look at the high front windshield of the truck - the main driver's seat was empty.
After frowning and glancing at the salted fish, Feng Beifu shouted: "It's really too late to drag it out any longer, you stay here and call for support, investigate this truck and the accident in front, I'll go to the hotel." β
Looking at the back of the wind waiting to be buried and hurriedly leaving, the salted fish sighed heavily, and said to himself: "Damn, even poured a bucket of dirty water on me..."
β...β
April 17, 2018, 11:35 a.m.
After stepping on the shiny leather shoes, Feng Beifu ran all the way to the previous intersection and successfully stopped a taxi.
At this time, he sat in the back seat of the taxi, anxiously calculating the distance and time.
"Less than 15 kilometers to go," the wind thought, his eyes wandering unconsciously out of the car window on the street that swept by.
Ten minutes later, there were no more accidents or traffic jams, and the taxi came to the traffic post in front of the destination and waited for the red light to turn green.
Feng Beifu breathed a sigh of relief, and his restless mood regained his calm with the green indicator light.
In fact, he is not a person who is easily agitated, even in the face of extremely dangerous situations or dangerous puzzles, he can calmly face and analyze calmly, but his pride still cannot accept this frustration that he is almost successful.
Time 11:50.
After paying the fare, Feng Beifu quickly ran into the cheap express hotel, and his anxious back was like going to meet some secret lover on the ground in a hurry.
"The wind is buried, detective."
According to the room number on Li Xiaonan's mobile phone, Feng Beifu accurately found the house that Li Xiaonan had rented a few days ago, and successfully waited for the cleaner who came to clean it.
After revealing his identity and the permit he had obtained from Salted Fish, the cleaner cooperated to unlock the door to the room.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Beifu walked into the room where Li Xiaonan had been living temporarily, and his eyes immediately fell on the desk opposite the messy single bedβnext to a thick notebook, there was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.
Immediately, Feng Beifu walked quickly to the desk, and immediately found a clear depression in the sand inside the ashtray...
β...β
April 17, 2018, 13:00 p.m. sharp.
Li Xiaonan rubbed his sore wrist and walked out of the interrogation room.
After Feng Beifu found that there was ironclad evidence that someone else had taken a cigarette butt in the ashtray in the hotel room, he immediately took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Salted Fish under the watchful eye of the cleaner.
Subsequently, Salted Fish, who received the news, came belatedly, and after recording a confession to the cleaner and confirming the scene, he returned to the police station with Feng Beifu and released Li Xiaonan.
"So that's it." Feng Beifu smiled and told Li Xiaonan the ins and outs of the whole morning, hooked Li Xiaonan's shoulder without any sense of boundaries and said, "Do you want to eat crab roe noodles, Xiaokui loves to eat that." β
Li Xiaonan shook his head, which was a little dizzy because of lack of sleep, and nodded: "So who renewed my room, have you found out?" β
"Wen Tingting." Feng Beifu's voice was very soft: "Through your junior brother, Lin Guangfei's identification of the hotel surveillance, Wen Tingting renewed your room on the day you left the hotel and took away the room card. β
"I'll have to find a more formal hotel in the future..."Li Xiaonan thought to herself.
"So..."The wind's mournful voice came again: "How did you get targeted by her?" β
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Li Xiaonan paused for a moment, and his trance-like brain became sober as the question of Feng Waiting for the burial came online again: "Take me to see the surveillance video." β
β...β
After watching it several times, in the eyes of the three pairs full of anticipation, Li Xiaonan shook his head: "No impression... The surveillance of budget hotels is too vague. β
"The only thing I remember about the girl was the mentally handicapped dance at the beginning of the basketball game, and I was sitting far away from the stands, and I was planning a tail shake off at the time, and I didn't even bother to look closely."
"So what is the purpose of framing you..."Salted fish muttered: "Since I chose to use cigarette butts to frame you for suspicion, but I kept the ashtray to take away the cigarette butts on the premise of having a room card..."
"It's like a madman who has no logic in his actions, and he does things according to his preferences."
Feng Beifu looked at the repeated surveillance video without saying a word, rubbing the stubble on his chin with his right hand, and his eyes flickered and thought about something.
"I'm sorry, Ananda." Salted fish approached Li Xiaonan, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "After all, I'm a police detective..."
Li Xiaonan shrugged his shoulders and interrupted, "Understand, of course I know what you're fighting for." β
Looking at the stunned salted fish, Li Xiaonan showed a smile, and then said: "I'll go back and rest first, if there is any news about the victim's DNA comparison results or the rest of the human tissue, remember to contact me as soon as possible." β
Salted fish looked at Li Xiaonan's back and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then wait until the end of the trial and take him to play a few rounds of mahjong." β
On the other side, Li Xiaonan was greeting the white candle sunflower who was running around, and at the same time pulling the wind that had become a "thinking" statue to be buried and walked effortlessly to the outside of the police station, and the ease of clearing the suspicion was instantly blown away by the two funny brothers, he stared at the bloodshot eyes, gritted his back molars and threatened: "Lao Tzu will eat two bowls today!" β
"Li Xiao's difficulty!"
A police officer's voice interrupted the trio's tugging, tugging, and twisted funny behavior, and under the questioning gaze of the trio, the owner of the voice walked out of the office with a thick notebook and a pencil, and said, "This is something found in a hotel room, it must have been left by you." β
Li Xiaonan took the notebook and pencil suspiciously: "Didn't I put it back?" β