The fish stall named Zhang Qiuju is a middle-aged woman in her forties. Zhu Yu sat opposite her, looked at her pale and red and swollen, and asked in a very soft tone: "Is there any customers who have come to you in these two days that make you feel strange?"
Zhang Qiuju shook his head, and said with a crying voice: "It's not normal, but it's still the same as before!"
Zhu Yu sighed: "Apart from this bag, is there anything else that is not originally in your store."
Zhang Qiuju thought for a while, and still shook her head every day, "No, only that bag." Her eyes started to flow again when she said that, no matter who saw it, she was really frightened.
Not to mention a woman.
"What time does your fish stall usually open and close?" Zhu Yubian asked, looking around with a pair of eyes.
Zhang Qiuju: "The door usually opens at 4:30 in the morning and closes at about 6 o'clock in the evening."
"Open the door at half past four. After the door opens, will you stay there?" Zhu Yu asked.
Zhang Qiuju: "It's definitely not a plug. Open the door first. The steamed bun shop next to Lao Zhang is also open at about this time. This morning
After the door opened, I said hello to Lao Zhang. The baby had a cold for the past two days, so I went home and gave the baby some medicine before returning to the stall. "
"Xiao Zhou, go and call the people from the Baozi shop." Zhu Yu ordered. Xiao Zhou turned and ran towards the Baozi shop. Within two minutes, Xiao Zhou
He led the owner of the bun shop over.
"After Zhang Qiuju left the store this morning and before she came back, has anyone entered or approached the fish shop?"
Lao Zhang thought about it: "I didn't see it."
Zhu Yu: "At such an early time, there must be very few people passing by. Have you seen anyone passing by or looking at this neighborhood from a distance"
Lao Zhang's horoscope eyebrows are even stronger. Ten seconds later, his eyes lit up in vain and said, "I remember it was about five o'clock.
A dozen minutes later, when I came out holding the steamer, I saw a man in black with the back at the crossroads in front. "
"How tall is it?" Zhu Yu asked again.
Lao Zhang swept around the scene, pointed to Xiao Zhou and said, "The figure is about the same as these police officers."
Cai Liao parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car with the toolbox on his back, and reached the stall in three or two steps.
Seeing him coming, Zhu Yu immediately pointed to the black plastic bag: "Here." After speaking, he took two steps back, and several other police officers also took a few steps back.
Cai Liao looked at their weird behavior without any expression on his face. A pair of eyes seems to be air-conditioned every month and year,
Whoosh coldly.
Put on the gloves, untie the bag, and glanced at it, "The murderer's knife skills have reached the point of perfection. I suggest you look up the murderer."
Start with the job types that use the most knives.
Xiao Zhou: "Use the most knives? Pig killer? Butcher?"
Zhu Yu patted him on the shoulder, "Take a few brothers to investigate immediately."
Xiao Zhou nodded, took two people away, and walked towards the pork market not far away.
Cai Liao tied the strap and threw it into the evidence box of the pawn, and looked at Zhu Yu who was standing in place: "Come back with me and take you for a while!"
Zhu Yu waved his hand: "Forget it, I rode a motorcycle." A skull was placed on the back seat so casually, sitting in the cab. Zhu Yu really felt a little rash, so he decided to ride back by himself.
(End of this chapter)