He Jun talked about a lot of conflicts with He Taiyang, and then asked Song Lang for a cigarette, smoked depressedly, and said: "I know these things sound trivial to you, but to me, it was true at the time. I was so angry that I wanted to kill He Taiyang... Of course, I just said that I was a prisoner and knew how much it would cost to impulse."
After smoking a cigarette, he continued: “Something happened later that showed me He Taiyang’s attitude. Jingjing and I were getting better. He Taiyang became very angry when he knew it and said a lot of bad things to make me Go away, I finally understand that because I have been in jail, He Taiyang feels that I am inferior, so he squeezes me everywhere and prevents me and Jingjing from coming together."
"How is the relationship between He Taiyang and He Jingjing?" Song Lang asked.
"Ordinary father-daughter relationship, He Taiyang loves this daughter, but he does not allow Jingjing to interfere in the store. It is strange to say that parents usually find jobs for their children, but Jingjing stays at home every day. Don't worry, and don't want to train her to become a successor. I don't know what this old thing is thinking about. I want to raise my daughter for a lifetime and not marry?"
"For all these reasons, do you want to kill He Taiyang?"
"No, I don't. I admit that I adjusted the painting. I want to borrow the hand of that old man to make He Taiyang suffer. One time when I quarreled with He Taiyang, the incident was shaken out, and he was terrified. But I didn’t dare to look for the old man because the painting was hidden by me. He wanted to apologize and he had to take something! It was not until He Taiyang died, I was afraid that you would investigate it, so I quietly released the painting. I went back... Honestly, I did think that I was successful in killing someone with a knife, but it was impossible to think about it. The old man would make him unable to get along, but would not do it directly. After all, he would not be able to get it back. That painting, I have dirty hands."
"Speaking of which, who is this old man?"
"I can't tell you. I won't tell you. You can blow your beard and stare at me at best, but if you tell you, the old man will tell me that I can't hang on in Long'an. I can't pay the price."
"Huh!" Song Lang sneered, "I guess it's a black boss, your business is a gray industry, and you have a relationship with the underworld gangs."
He Jun shrugged, "Guess what you want, anyway, I can't say his name."
"If you don't tell me, let me summarize it for you. You have tuned that person's drawing and pitted He Taiyang, but that person hasn't found out, or didn't take action, right?"
"That's it."
"Then who killed He Taiyang?"
"How could I know that this knife belongs to me, but I really didn't kill anyone. If I kill someone, I won't keep the knife. It's the knife I carry with me every day. I don't have a brain!"
Of course Song Lang took this into consideration. The appearance of this "weapons" had too much traces of blame, and it was obvious that He Jun was not the murderer.
But he deliberately didn't say it. Taking advantage of this opportunity to gather more information, he said: "How did He Taiyang's wife die?"
"He fell ill and died half a month ago."
"We checked the records of the funeral home, and it was strange that He Taiyang was cremated that night as soon as Madam He died. You are doing the funeral for the ashes."
"I don't know, I was not at home at the time."
"How much do you know about that bowl?"
"I've heard the legend of the bowl, but I don't know when He Taiyang received it. It was Jingjing that day when Jingjing mentioned it to you, and I just knew that this game is quite evil. It may be because He Taiyang received the bowl. It’s only been a month of unlucky luck!"
"Thank you, you can go." Song Lang stood up and said.
He Junchang breathed a sigh of relief.
After He Jun left, Song Lang found Lin Qiupu back. He said, "You want to work overtime again? There is no overtime pay here!"
"Captain, when I just came back, I passed by the murder scene and saw a man walking around there. The book says that criminals often go back to the scene, maybe..."
"What feature?"
"Well, it's about 1.7 meters. The dress is very tight. The alley is too dark and I don't see what it looks like."
"In the future, just call for such clues."
"I know... By the way, why was He Jun let go?"
"He Jun is not a suspect."
"But he has no alibi, and the knife was found at the scene. I think he should be detained for a few days at least for observation."
"Hehe, you are planting flowers. How many more days are you going to observe? I can tell if he lied."
Lin Qiupu admired Song Lang's ability to judge whether the other party lied with just his eyes, and asked timidly: "Want to judge whether a person lied, do you want to observe his micro-expression?"
"I have my birthday today." Song Lang said suddenly.
"what?"
"Ha, this sentence is a lie, do you see a change in my expression?"
Lin Qiupu shook his head.
"Most people lie every day. The point is not the lie itself, but what the other party wants to conceal. The more dangerous the thing they want to conceal, the more nervous they will be. To judge whether a person lied or not is not only a matter of watching, but also temptation and intimidation. , The liar will show his flaws when he gets nervous in front of you, understand?"
Lin Qiupu nodded convincingly, remembering this sentence in his heart.
Song Lang was going to Peng Sijue to see if he could find that Lin Qiupu was following behind like a small attendant. Peng Sijue sat alone in the laboratory and compared fingerprints. When he smelled the smoke behind him, he guessed who was coming. .
"Don't smoke in the laboratory." Peng Sijue frowned.
"Does the laboratory have an opinion or do you have an opinion?" Song Lang sat down grinningly, picked up a cup of coffee on the table and drank, "How is the fingerprint result?"
Just now at the Taiyang pawn shop, Peng Sijue collected the fingerprints on the safe. He said, "Only the fingerprints of He Taiyang, He Jun, and He Jingjing. In addition, I did fingerprint identification on the small bowl He Jingjing brought, and guessed the result. "
"There must be no fingerprints of He Taiyang."
"Yes, only He Jingjing owns. He Taiyang and He Jun have never touched that bowl."
"It seems that He Jingjing did set the bowl. Actually, this is not a big problem. I guess she has her own purpose..." Song Lang thought, "Does her own daughter have a motive for killing her father?"
Song Lang sat up suddenly, "Is He Jingjing his daughter?"
"Do you have any bizarre ideas?" Peng Sijue said.
"He Taiyang didn't let her work, and He Jun didn't want to get along with her. When He Jingjing talked about He Taiyang, she didn't have much affection. If she was not her biological daughter, she would be able to explain it! Go, check the household registration database!"