Under the guidance of Yang Dachong, Ye Chen and Lin Xue came to a snack street a street away from Sun Ke's residence. It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and the snack street is crowded a lot. Almost every stall is full of people. All kinds of people are eating all kinds of delicious food, which is much more lively than any street in the development zone.
"You guy has a good hand! You can find out the news so soon." Ye Chen was holding a large handful of barbecue in his hand, eating with relish while walking. Lin Xue behind her had already given up the image of a lady and enjoyed the delicious food in her hands.
"Brother Chen! I was really lucky this time. The one named Sun Ke is a little beauty. He usually dresses up so hot that he will be noticed everywhere. There are many stalls on this street. My brothers drove it, and they all have an impression of that little Nizi."
Ye Chen knew that several people greeted him along the way, including the barbecue in his hand and the burrito in Lin Xue's hands. They were all forced by the original brothers, and he was originally hungry. Holding his stomach, he didn't mean to refuse at all, even Lin Xue just showed a look that despised Ye Chen and ate the cake.
When passing by an empty stall, Yang Dachong pointed to the stall, “This is the one that sells fried potatoes, called Wangpeng, and quarreled with Sun Ke last month. Sun Ke was about to humiliate him. He said he was useless. People in their 30s who have no children, wives and no serious work can only sell fried potatoes. The specifics must be more cruel than this. I heard that Wangpeng almost poured a pot of hot oil on her at the time. On his body, it would be really playful if it weren't for a few brothers to stop him. But it is strange to say that this baby suddenly disappeared a few days ago, but it is normal for Xiaopogang to suddenly leave this place, and no one will bother."
"When did he disappear?" Ye Chen asked vaguely with a mouthful of barbecue.
"On June 11, there was no stall on that day. It happened to be Shun San'er's birthday. He opened the stall opposite the Wang Peng. He is waiting in the Wang Peng at the moment!"
That's right! It's time for Sun Ke's murder!
Ye Chen felt that his clothes were being pulled. He saw Lin Xue with questioning eyes as soon as he turned his head. She was full of food at this moment, so she could only ask Ye Chen through her eyes...
"It is very likely! Sun Ke's personality, the humiliation of Wang Peng may have hurt his self-esteem, thus inspiring Wang Peng's impulse to commit crimes."
Shun San'er Ye Chen was impressed. He followed Yang Da Chong a long time ago. Not only Shun San'er was waiting for him, but also the landlord Lao Li who had met in the morning. Shun San'er smiled and gave Ye Chen a cigarette, "Brother Chen, we haven't gotten in yet, and the door hasn't been touched. Is it to protect the scene for you?"
"Knock you can!" Ye Chen scolded with a smile, and motioned to Lao Li to open the door for him. Lao Li's hands trembled, and he did not move. Ye Chen immediately understood Lao Li's fear and said, "Don't worry, there are absolutely no corpses in it."
Lao Li smiled and took out the key, "Mainly Lao Zhang is so scared that he hasn't gotten out of bed yet. I really don't want to see him in the morning."
The door opened. This is a single room about the same size as Sun Ke’s room. The walls are covered with exposed posters of women. The quilts, clothes, and socks are piled up in a pile. The only table is covered with books and The CD, just look at the exposed cover, all of them are Chéng Rén books and CDs.
"How do I feel that it is not him?" Lin Xue said suddenly. Although she was convinced that Ye Chen was never wrong, it was difficult for her to associate Wang Peng with the murderer in the scene in front of her. "From the murderer's second modus operandi Judging from it, he is a planned and well-organized person. His room shouldn't be like this. I wrote about his room. It should be very clean. Even if the space is small, things will be placed in an orderly manner. The murderer’s extreme character should not be seen in Chéng Rén CDs and books in ordinary life. Even if he reads it, he will try his best to hide it and not let people who suddenly appear in his house see it."
"Let's go! It's white." Ye Chen rubbed his head. He had actually thought that the murderer should have been caught by him not so easily, but he was quite disappointed after the confirmation.
"Wait a minute!" Lin Xue stopped Ye Chen who had just walked to the door. Ye Chen looked back and found that Lin Xue was staring at an oily handprint on the wall next to the bed, her eyes revealing sheer excitement.
"Wangpeng sells fried potatoes, right?" Even though he heard Yang Dachong's introduction on the way, Lin Xue confirmed to Yang Dachong outside the door again.
Yang Dachong nodded quickly. He heard what Lin Xue said just now. He had no culture and regarded Lin Xue as a contemporary female Sherlock Holmes, but if Ye Chen knew about this, he would be pissed to death.
"I also saw an oily handprint in the corridor where Sun Ke lived. It seemed to be about the same size under the corner of the stairs."
"Awesome! This kind of position can be noticed. It is said that the detective is good at observing the details. It seems to be true." Yang Dachong flattered outside, and Shun San'er and Lao Li beside him quickly nodded in agreement.
Lin Xue, who wanted to be handsome, realized that Ye Chen was holding back a smile. She knew that Ye Chen must know why she had found it. She immediately explained embarrassingly: "I saw it when I was vomiting in the corridor in the morning." After speaking, he didn't even look at the expressions of the people, and directly took out the phone to report to Guo Hao.
And Ye Chen stared at the oily mudra and started thinking, what did you see? (End of this chapter)