A reluctant yet strong smile climbed onto Diao's father's face engraved with vicissitudes. The two turned sideways, trying to let the three standing outside the door into the room.
"I'm sorry to bother you, we won't go in, uncles and aunts, we are here this time to ask, there was a female classmate who had a good relationship with Aijing in high school, where does she live in the village?" Zhang Zichen cut off Cheng's words. Ze wanted to step into the house.
"Huh? What did you say...?" Diao's father might not have reacted a bit.
"I don't know when Aijing was in high school, did she have a female classmate with a good relationship, who still lives in the village?" Xiaowei then asked.
"No...not at all..."
"Um?"
Cheng Ze was a little surprised when he saw Diao's father's reaction, although those were all Zhang Zichen's reasoning. . . Could it be that the reasoning is wrong
"Oh, did you mean Xiaofen? It's alright, old man, you can go back to the house quickly." Diao's mother patted Diao's father on the back behind him.
"Well, Auntie, where is her home?"
"The third house in Dongtou...is there any relationship between Xiaofen, her...and Aijing's matter...?"
This feeling is really that Diao's mother can't bear any more blows, or the whole person will collapse on the spot.
"Don't worry, if there is any progress, we will notify you as soon as possible, you two take care of your health"
Cheng Ze took a deep breath in his heart. Without this person, I'm afraid this hard-won clue would have to be broken again.
"Uncles and aunts, don't be too sad. We are all doing our best to help the police, so you must take care of your health. There will be a day when the truth will be revealed."
Xiao Wei was really upset, but now all she could do was to comfort her.
Ah Liang faced the room, gently knocked on the door behind him, and quickly scanned the situation inside with his eyes. . . But this time. . . The strong uneasiness and doubts swept over more violently.
despair. . . despair. . . despair. . .
Ah Liang walked slowly in the house, scanning every corner, but no matter whether it was the living room, dining room, back room or bathroom, he didn't find anything abnormal at all, but it was the lack of abnormality that made people even more disturbed.
In the end, when Ah Liang's eyes swept over the dining table, he immediately froze there, a letter. . . It was a simple letter, lying peacefully in the center of the dining table. . .
"I heard about it..."
Xiaofen sat on the chair, awkwardly not knowing where to put her hands, and looked at the three people in front of her with dodgy eyes.
The three easily found Xiaofen's family in the village, but Xiaofen's family was still very nervous about the sudden visit by the police, especially after such a big incident happened in the village.
"Don't worry about anything, we'll leave after asking a few questions," Cheng Ze said.
"Mmm..." Xiaofen raised her head, then nodded again.
"When you were in high school, Diao Aijing was the monitor, right?"
"Yes"
"Is your relationship with Diao Aijing and another girl relatively close?"
Although these are all Zhang Zichen's reasoning, it still needs to be confirmed again to make people feel at ease.
"Yes, I, Aijing, and Meishu"
"I don't know Mr. Li Guangming from Wangjiazhuang Middle School, do you know him?"
This is what Cheng Ze wants to ask. Li Guangming, the victim of the Shanqian Avenue case, is a teacher at Wangjiazhuang Middle School and lives in Wangjiazhuang Village.
Although the case is almost closed, the cause and effect are still clear, but first, the murder suspect Lao Tu was poisoned to death in the detention room, the murderer has not been identified, and second, the origin of Li Guangming's parents cannot be found I realized that, just like a black householder, I only know that he lives alone in Wangjiazhuang and has no children.
"Li... Teacher Li? Teacher Li is our head teacher..."
Xiaofen didn't know why the police asked this, but her body couldn't help but tremble with the words, Teacher Li. . . I have heard about it before, and it was killed in the field on the side of Wangjiazhuang. . . Ai Jing. . . Aijing was Teacher Li's class monitor at that time, but yes. . . What exactly is going on. . .
"Is it your head teacher?!"
finally. . . Cheng Ze let out a deep breath, and a feeling of guarding the clouds and seeing the moonlight hit instantly.
"Yes, Teacher Li has been our homeroom teacher since we were in high school, and Ai Jing has also been the class leader for three years, and she is very highly regarded. For this reason, Teacher Li gave her several supplementary lessons alone."
"So Diao Aijing's grades have been very good, and she was admitted to Shinan University?"
"Okay, beauty, you don't have to worry about anything, everyone is safe, the people's police are protecting us"
Zhang Zichen stopped Cheng Ze, who was about to continue asking questions, and comforted the shivering Xiaofen with a smile.
"Let's go!" Before Cheng Ze could react, Zhang Zichen had already pulled Xiao Wei outside.
"Well... girl, I'm sorry to bother you, this is our job, please understand, but please believe that the people's police will protect the people well"
Xiaofen looked down at Cheng Ze secretly with her head down, and then slowly stopped the trembling of her body.
"Why don't you let me ask?"
"There's no need to ask any more questions. The case is already complicated enough. We just need to grab one end and pull it out. No amount of clues will only interfere with it."
Zhang Zichen did not behave like a policeman, and asking the bottom line is not the focus of everything now. Ask what you want to ask, and then continue to investigate according to your own feelings. This is Zhang Zichen's style.
. . .