Song Lang was pacing back and forth in Peng Sijue's office. Time was passing by, and he was waiting for news from Lin Qiupu.
At this time, Lin Qiupu called and said excitedly: "Captain, we found a banknote of this number in a supermarket in front of Li Qiang."
"Okay, great, bring it back soon!"
Peng Sijue made a gesture and seemed to have something to say. Song Lang covered the microphone, and Peng Sijue said, “A banknote cannot be used as decisive evidence. The currency of the banknote is very high. Even if Li Qiang’s fingerprints are found on it, his lawyer will be in the future. Other plausible explanations can also be found."
Song Lang thought about Peng Sijue's opinion and said to the phone: "Xiao Lin, don't worry about coming back, you can find more, the more the better."
"Good captain."
After hanging up the phone, Song Lang said, "Xiao Lin is a serious kid. If he didn't even find the banknotes at Li Qiang's house, the banknotes would definitely not be there, but after only a few days, Li Qiang would not be able to spend them all."
"Didn't Li Qiang owe usury? He will use it to repay the debt!" Peng Sijue said.
"No, no, this money is about life and death. If I were him, I would not let the money be tracked down by the police in any way. I would definitely hide it..." Song Lang muttered, "He Jun is the murder weapon. Li Qiang didn’t have the chance to get the knife with him, only He Jingjing. The father and daughter were accomplices. They must have been in contact... By the way, hiding the money with He Jingjing is the safest thing, Lao Peng, Come with me!"
"Can't you find someone else, I have something else!"
"Hurry up, time is running out, you get the appraisal tool."
Peng Sijue looked helpless and had to accompany him.
The two drove to Taiyang Pawnshop. He Jun was cleaning up the mess left by the group of people in the morning. His head was wrapped in a bandage. It was probably because of his injury. He was very angry and said, "Invite me yesterday. Drinking tea in the bureau, and invited Jingjing to have tea today. Your investigation is really efficient. Why hasn't she returned yet!"
"It's possible that she won't be able to come back today." Song Lang said.
"What do you mean!" He Jun stared, "She broke the law?"
"This will naturally tell you when we investigate it clearly. I have something to ask you. Has Li Qiang been here after September 2nd?"
"Li Qiang?" He Jun recalled for a while, "It's the famous old Lai, what is he doing here, I didn't see it anyway."
It seems that He Jun does not know the relationship between Li Qiang and He Jingjing at all.
"Have He Jingjing hid anything?"
"I have no idea."
"Let's go to her bedroom and have a look."
There was a search warrant on Song Lang, and He Jun was not easy to stop him, and allowed the two to enter He Jingjing’s room. Her bedroom was on the second floor. It was a very ordinary room. There was only a TV in the room and no computer. You could see it when you opened the cabinet. There are many brand-name clothes and bags, but a closer look reveals that they are all parallel imports of high imitation.
"Did you give her?" Song Lang asked He Jun.
"He Taiyang bought it, how could I buy these fakes... Hey, should I give Jingjing's LV bag? It won't be He Taiyang who sold it!"
"It seems that He Taiyang loves this'daughter' very much."
"After all, he is such a daughter."
Song Lang carefully checked the beds, cabinets, drawers and even the floor. Peng Sijue also checked some places with identification equipment, but found nothing.
He Jun became impatient and asked them to go. Song Lang said, "You stay outside for a while!"
"What if you steal Jingjing things?"
"If I'm really so cheap, you can complain to me. I don't even need to work for a copycat. I can't even think about it!"
He Jun reluctantly left and went back to his room to lift the barbell.
Song Lang sat down by the bed and lit a cigarette. Peng Sijue said, "Hey, don't smoke here!" Then he handed it an ashtray.
Song Lang was smoking a cigarette dullly, thinking, he said: "He Taiyang, Madam He's room is now vacant, is it possible that the money is hidden there?"
Peng Sijue looked at the table below, "You can search, but according to our search speed, when you find them, the two have been released."
It will be six o'clock in the evening in another hour. Song Lang is a little anxious. If a person wants to hide something, he will never put it in an ordinary place. This house is very large, and many horns can hide a million.
And one million can be broken into pieces and hidden in different places. For example, in movies, they are often hidden in the water tank of the bathroom.
Thinking of this, Song Lang rushed out. At the end of the corridor was a shared toilet and bathroom. Song Lang opened the water tank lid expectantly, but there was nothing inside. Peng Sijue then walked in. Song Lang said, "Go find a screwdriver and take apart the water heater. have a look."
"Are you crazy? The person who hides the money is a woman who lives in someone else's house. She has no such mobility."
"One million, it stacks up so high, where is so much money hidden!"
"Dig a pit and bury it?"
"Impossible. From the time of the incident to the present, the police have been visiting very frequently. He Jingjing has no time to take the money out... Could it be that the money has disappeared? Yes, the money is made of paper, and it burns in a fire!"
"You mean to burn a million? What about this murder."
"He Jingjing can get more than one million. She is already He Taiyang's daughter in the household registration. She can inherit everything here." Song Lang walked out violently, and the long windbreaker caught fire.
He ran to the kitchen and backyard to search, time is running out, his search was very rough, and he was in a mess wherever he went.
He found an old charcoal basin in a corner of the backyard and took it down. There were some paper ashes in it. Peng Sijue carefully picked it up with tweezers, looked at it with a magnifying glass for a while, and said, "It's paper money!"
"What am I talking about!" Song Lang smiled confidently.
Lin Qiupu felt very admired. First of all, Song Lang's judgment, followed by the suspect's "courage". A huge sum of one million was burned as soon as it was burned. It was really successful.
"But can these be used as evidence?"
"I'll leave it to you. Call more people over. It would be better if you can find a box for the money."
"It's easy to say." Lin Qiupu sighed and took the drudgery.
Song Lang rushed back to the bureau with a recognizable number of ashes. Lin Qiupu had also returned. He found five banknotes from restaurants and supermarkets near Li Qiang’s home. The results were better than Song Lang expected. Song Lang took him Praised it a lot.
When he came to the interrogation room again, He Jingjing had already waited impatiently, and said, "Officer Song, can I go? How long do you want to delay?"
"Sorry, you can't walk now, is there a charcoal basin in your yard?"
He Jingjing's eyes suddenly widened, already understanding what Song Lang was going to say.
Song Lang put the piece of ashes on the table, "After our careful search, we found that you handled the tricky one million for Li Qiang. In a very simple and rude way, what else do you have to say?"
He Jingjing frowned and said, "I don't believe there are fingerprints if I burn it like this!"
"We are still investigating this, but you can't go now."
"Why?"
"What do you think you burned? This is RMB!"