Now that the two sides have connected, of course they have to exchange information.
It was not convenient to discuss in the food stall, so Ji Feng approached Jian Jing and whispered the latest investigation in her ear. His immediate superior sat opposite and pretended not to see it.
As a result, Jian Jing's information was successfully "leaked".
Cigarette ash and farmland soil… She silently recited the two clues, searching for the corresponding answer in her mind: "The worker smoked, and the brand was not the one you mentioned. State-owned enterprise employees do not smoke, and his teeth have no traces of being smoked. Farmland soil is even more difficult, because every family has a potted plant."
My stomach hurts when the monsoon comes, so I quickly drink some hot noodle soup to warm my stomach.
Jian Jing picked up a rice noodle but didn't eat it. The chopsticks were knotted and she wondered: "Why did he freeze to death?"
"Of course it's a sense of ritual." Liang Yi interjected, joining the group chat with great interest, "Long wavy hair, frozen to death, all have special meanings for the murderer. What do you think, you have come into contact with this kind of guy, what do you think?"
Jian Jing shook her head: "I can't tell."
Liang Yi: "Just say whatever you want."
"I haven't seen the body, nor the photo." She asked resentfully, "What do you want me to say?"
"Uh." Liang Yi said awkwardly, "That's right."
Jian Jing poked her head in: "So, you will investigate them tomorrow?"
"Of course." Liang Yi raised his eyebrows. Although his eyes were bloodshot, there was a stubborn look between his brows. He was more energetic than the other men on the scene.
Jian Jing leaned closer, as if she was telling a secret to her best friend: "Take me with you?"
Liang Yi blinked, neither responding nor refusing, but wanted to agree.
The previous collaborations with Jian Jing were quite pleasant, and the girls were more comfortable communicating with each other. Unlike the others, Captain Wang felt that she was young and needed more care, and Brother Zhao thought he had more experience and didn't pay much attention to her ideas. Ji Feng, who was about the same age... Forget it, there were so many people that he was too lazy to list them.
"Let me ask." She winked.
Jian Jing made an "ok" gesture.
Monsoon: “…”
He tactfully pretended not to hear.
The meal was almost finished. Since this was dinner for Liang Yi and his three friends, everything was eaten up in less than ten minutes.
Liang Yi was determined to solve the case, and his eyes were fixed on the distance. Seeing that the maintenance worker was about to finish his bowl of noodle soup, he immediately asked, "Captain Wang, can I go over and take a look?"
Captain Wang said, "Hey, go back and have a rest. Ask Xiao Ji to follow me."
"No, I'm not tired." Liang Yi hated being "taken care of" the most in his life, and was extremely anxious, "Let me go."
Brother Zhao also put down his chopsticks: "I'll go with Xiao Liang."
Captain Wang relented: "Okay, then Xiao Ji will go back today and take over tomorrow. You may be young, but you still have to take care of your health."
Liang Yi murmured twice and merged into the crowd calmly, following behind suspect No. 1.
Captain Wang glanced at Ji Feng and said, "Give it to someone else."
Ji Feng said weakly: "I know."
The leader left satisfied.
As soon as he left, Ji Feng came alive again: "Chat?"
"I'm tired." Jian Jing stretched and patted the knight who was chewing the roasted lamb leg (without seasoning). "Let's go home."
She stood up and left, and the knight had to reluctantly let go of the bones in his mouth, hesitating and looking back every few steps.
Ji Feng looked at the motionless fried rice noodles and asked, "There's a bakery halfway around the corner, do you want to go?"
"It's so late and still open?"
"open ah."
The bakery was indeed open, with a bright front and the remaining bread on sale, making it a great bargain. Ji Feng bought a large bag of bread, just enough for tomorrow's breakfast.
Jian Jing picked and chose, and finally chose a matcha pound cake, which was packaged slice by slice and put in her pocket so that she could eat a piece whenever she wanted.
She stuffed a few pieces into Ji Feng's hand and said, "Bring them to Liang..."
"What?" He pretended not to hear, opened the package and stuffed it into his mouth, "Not bad, not too sweet."
He stuffed the remaining money into his coat pocket.
Jian Jing narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"
He sighed and said, "Don't you think about it? I wrote the report and I said it for you, otherwise you wouldn't have heard it. But you ended up killing me and getting together with Liang Yi. Where's your conscience?"
Jian Jing: "Go away."
The two were about to argue when Ji Feng's phone rang. He picked it up and laughed, "Good luck."
"how?"
"My aunt is going to deliver the performance report to her colleagues in the anti-pornography team." He said, "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. See you downstairs."
Jian Jing reacted and regretted: "Oh, if I had known, I would have..."
Well, suspect No. 1 has incompatible hobbies. He went to the hair salon yesterday. If we had called the police at that time, we could have visited his house today.
What a mistake. He is not as skilled as Liang Yi.
"Don't break your promise." Jian Jing was very concerned about this case and warned.
Ji Feng: "Teacher Jian, my character is not that bad."
"hehe."
Facts have proved that Ji Feng is not that bad.
Early the next morning, he called Jian Jing three times in a row and dragged her out of her house: "I'll be at your floor in five minutes."
"Ten minutes, I also need to eat breakfast," she said.
"I brought you some buns and soy milk." Ji Feng said, "Seven minutes."
Jian Jing: "I don't want to eat buns."
He glanced out the car window: "Shaobing?"
"I want to eat pan-fried buns," she said.
Ji Feng thought to himself, where can I find you some fried dough sticks? "How about an omelette? With fried dough sticks."
“Jianbing Guozi,” she said, “add crispy biscuits, shredded potatoes, meat floss, peanuts, and more sauce.”
Monsoon compromised: "Okay."
So it took me eight and a half minutes to get to her house, picked up Jian Jing who was walking upstairs and having her hair tied, and headed straight to the destination.
The maintenance worker's surname is Dong, let's call him Worker Dong, and he lives in the urban-rural fringe.
The housing prices here are low, the management is chaotic, and the environment is rather bad.
Jian Jing put on the hood of her sweatshirt and walked carefully on the sewage-filled street. It rained late last night, and the garbage and rainwater mixed together, emitting a foul smell.
Couriers, deliverymen, maintenance workers, and migrant workers… their busy figures shuttle through the streets and alleys, supporting the convenient urban life.
Gongren Dong lived on the top floor of a self-built residential building. When the landlord came to open the door, he did not ask what the tenant had done wrong. He coldly said "Don't mess it up" and hurried off to play mahjong.
The monsoon came into the house and first swept across the environment, which was a little dirty.
The sofa was covered in stains and had several holes burned by cigarette butts. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, with white ashes flying out and scattered on the floor.
"Several brands of cigarettes." Jian Jing also noticed this, "Yours only has one kind of ash?"
The monsoon is coming.
I went into the bedroom again and saw a torn quilt and several cardboard boxes. There was no balcony to dry clothes, so all the clothes were hung outside the window.
Jian Jing walked into the bathroom. It was very narrow, with only a shower area and no bathtub. It was very simple. She couldn't help wondering, "Is there no place to freeze to death here?"
"Do you think people can only be frozen to death in the ice and snow?" Ji Feng asked.
She frowned.
"We've checked all the cold storages in the city, and we've also checked all the cold chain vehicles." He said slowly, "Besides that, is there any other way to freeze people to death without alerting anyone?"
Jian Jing considered: "If you must say, wet is fine."
People don't always need to be in a cold environment to die of hypothermia. If the temperature is around 0 degrees and the body is damp, the body temperature will quickly drop until death.
"Wan Yuan's body may be different. The corpse spots of the other three female corpses were mainly deposited on the limbs."
She raised her eyebrows: "Sitting to death?"
Ji Feng nodded and added: "There was also an injury on the upper body, which was relatively minor. He died while sitting down and was later laid flat. Therefore, the area where the murder took place should be relatively small."
For example, this family bathroom.
Jian Jing pondered: "□□?"
"Here." Ji Feng was tall and directly opened the water and electricity meters on the wall.
In order to facilitate billing, the water and electricity of this kind of rented house are all separated, which is convenient for him. After calculating the number, he shook his head: "It's not much."
So, Jian Jing went back to her original question: "Why did he freeze to death in such a small place?"
"My aunt said that the murderer was abused by her stepmother when she was a child and almost froze to death, so she is still brooding over it." Ji Feng joked, "You are still waiting for her. She has already checked the missing lady at the hair salon she checked yesterday."
Jian Jing held her forehead with her hand: "If it's true, it's too classic."
He nodded slightly: "That's just how strange it is."
Thanks to all kinds of film and television dramas, people are no strangers to perverted killers: they specifically choose unclean lower-class women as their victims, they use special secret codes, they are eager to become famous and get a special title... there are too many of them.
Are there so many people like this in reality
In a year and a half, Jian Jing solved so many cases, but only met one Wang Shi.
"Let's go to No. 3's house and have a look."
Suspect No. 3, a state-owned enterprise employee, surnamed Zhu, is the office director and is also known as Director Zhu. He works from 9 to 5 and works late. When the two arrived, he had not yet gone to work.
Director Zhu was surprised: "Excuse me, is there anything?"
"Can I ask you a few questions before I get in?" Ji Feng asked.
Director Zhu hesitated for a moment, opened the door and let them in, but said, "I have to go to work soon, can you come in quickly?"
Ji Feng: “Just a few questions.”
He said, "What?"
"Have you seen any suspicious people nearby recently?" Ji Feng asked.
Director Zhu was very cautious: "I come back from work very late every day, and I haven't paid attention to the surrounding area. What happened? What is considered suspicious?"
"Is there anyone you don't know, and who is trying to get information secretly?" Ji Feng fooled him.
Director Zhu thought about it and shook his head: "I haven't encountered it before."
As they asked and answered each other, Jian Jing walked around the living room, investigating the Zhu family from every angle.
His house has a typical layout of two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. The kitchen is fully equipped with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The tile countertop has a faint glow and is often used.
I peeked into the bedroom again and saw a neatly laid out big bed with two pillows.
She looked for a moment longer, then glanced toward the bathroom.
The place is also not big, but there is a bathtub, shampoo and shower gel bottles are displayed on the shelf, there are two toothbrush cups on the washstand, and there is a storage rack hanging on the wall, which is difficult to pick up and look at.
Jian Jing winked.
Ji Feng stood up, walked to the TV cabinet, and picked up a photo on the side: "Excuse me, are these your children and your lover?"
"Yes." Director Zhu followed unconsciously and said, "This was taken when my son graduated from junior high school and our family went to Sanya."
Jian Jing took the opportunity to pick up the air cushion comb on the shelf and carefully combed its teeth.
Clean and tidy.
Ji Feng also asked: "Has your wife mentioned anyone recently?"
"She went back to her hometown," Director Zhu said. "My son is out of town. I really don't know."
He looked at the watch on his wrist, as if to chase the guests away: "Sorry, it's time for me to go to work, you guys see..."
Ji Feng said cheerfully: "Sorry to bother you."
He said goodbye to Jian Jing and pretended to go to the next building to make inquiries, but he quietly hid in a corner. He waited until Director Zhu was far away before asking about the neighbors.
This time, it was him who was asked.
The neighborhood is neither new nor old, and the neighbors don’t know each other well, but they are also not completely unfamiliar with each other.
"Director Zhu? I know him. He's a nice guy, always smiling and polite. He cares about his family and often goes out to buy groceries. His wife is very busy with her business and doesn't come home until late at night."
"Married couples? Well, it's hard to say. Sometimes they quarrel. I live on the first floor and sometimes I hear some noises. But everyone quarrels. I didn't pay attention."
"His son is rare, so he should study in another place."
"What day did his wife go? I don't know, 1st or 2nd?"
Everyone talked at once and provided a lot of information, which was disorganized.
Ji Feng asked: "Teacher Jian, what do you think?"
Jian Jing pondered: "There is something strange."
he:"?"
"Their combs are so clean."