Chapter 67

More than half an hour later, Lin Jiafan, Luo Jingyao and their group successfully arrived at a high-end apartment located in the central business district of Tianjin.

Even from a distance, Luo Jingyao saw the four big words "Glory Bauhinia" hanging on the wall of the apartment.

The apartments here are divided into four buildings: A, B, C, and D. The four buildings are surrounded by two-meter-high iron fences and have two entrances and exits for pedestrians and vehicles, one in front and one in the back.

Lin Jiafan rolled down the car window, showed his ID to the security guard in the security booth at the door, and was allowed to pass smoothly.

But before pressing the remote to raise the barrier, the young security guard reminded us, "Officer, please park your car somewhere out of the way. Don't block the sidewalk or damage the lawn. Our apartment complex has a separate parking system for pedestrians and cars, so all cars go to the underground parking lot. We just received a complaint from a resident about two police cars blocking most of the sidewalk."

"..." Pang Guang, who was sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but say sarcastically, "We're just temporarily parking for an investigation. What's the matter? If a local resident calls the police for an emergency, the police car has to find a parking space first, too?"

“It seems that even if the fire truck comes, it will have to find a parking space first.”

Lin Jiafan rolled up the car window just in time, interrupting the young man's next harsh words: "Alright, we're out on a mission, not here for you to argue about right and wrong."

Guo Zhen also laughed at the side: "Yes, Rongyao Zijing has always been very famous in the city. When people mention it, everyone says it is high-end and noble. A few more rules are worthy of the money spent by the owners."

"Tsk!" Pang Guang snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.

After driving around the park, Lin Jiafan barely found a place where he could park the car without getting in the way.

After getting off the car, he identified the direction and led everyone towards Apartment Building B.

As soon as they entered the lobby, everyone was dazzled by the surrounding decoration. Not in a descriptive sense, but in the real sense.

Because both the walls and the floor are made of the kind of mirror-like light brown building material that reflects things, and there are also tiny patterns of redbud flowers printed on them. At a glance, the content is too rich, which inevitably makes people feel dizzy.

It was already dark outside. There were many people returning home in a hurry in the lobby. The sound of their heels hitting the ground was endless, but apart from that, there was really no other movement.

The administrator behind the lobby reception desk immediately recognized the four people as not being apartment owners. With a formal smile on his face, he asked, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Lin Jiafan showed his ID and stated his purpose as usual. The administrator did not make things difficult for them and directly sent them to the elevator and swiped the card for the corresponding floor.

The elevator went up all the way and finally stopped at the 29th floor.

"Captain Lin!" As soon as they exited the elevator, someone in the wide corridor waved enthusiastically at them: "Here, Room 2918 is where the deceased Cheng Yinan lived."

The man looked strangely familiar. Although Luo Jingyao didn't know his specific name, she knew that he should be from the Inspection Department of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Our work is coming to an end. The house is full of traces of daily life. No bloodstains were found, and there was no evidence of a fight." The male police officer said as he bent down and took out a stack of shoe covers and gloves from the tool box at the door.

Subconsciously taking the shoe covers that the male police officer handed to her, Luo Jingyao opened her mouth to say something.

Is this possible?!

Although this has happened before, the police's behavior this time was too natural, wasn't it?

While he was stunned, Pang Guang, who had already entered the door, turned back and urged: "Coach Luo, why are you standing at the door? Come in!"

After hearing the noise, Lin Jiafan, who was at the front, also turned sideways and urged silently with his eyes.

"..." Luo Jingyao put on her shoe covers in silence, carefully stepping on the floor tiles that the previous people had walked on, and walked to the French window in the living room: "Officer Lin, is it proper for me to come in?"

rule?

The man raised his eyebrows, and she clearly saw the defiant indifference in his black eyes behind his glasses, and instantly recalled everything that had happened in the past two months.

She was worrying too much. What was the point of talking about rules with this guy?

Unexpectedly, two seconds later, Lin Jiafan spoke calmly, "In certain special cases, the police are allowed to consult consultants for certain professional knowledge. So, Coach Luo, please use your professional perspective to see if there are any new discoveries."

"Consultant? Is there any money to be made?" Luo Jingyao blinked expectantly.

After staring at her in silence for a long while, Lin Jiafan turned and left the window: "Yes, I will apply for it for you later."

Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, Luo Jingyao began to look around the apartment in front of her. The floor area was about 110 to 120 square meters, with north-south ventilation, a square layout with two bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom.

Although the apartment is not large, it has an excellent location. It is not only close to the city's central business district, but also has a sea view.

"We found several sets of fingerprints and DNA in the apartment. Two of them have been successfully matched with the deceased Cheng Yinan and the suspect Liu Pinsen. The remaining two sets have been thrown into the database, and there are no results yet." Not far away, the male police officer was quietly reporting the progress to Lin Jiafan.

Lin Jiafan took out the expensive glass he had bought from the cafeteria and handed it over. "Compare it with the fingerprints and DNA on it again."

The male police officer nodded in agreement.

Luo Jingyao stopped paying attention to the situation over there and turned around to continue pacing around the apartment, but after looking left and right, she didn't find anything suspicious.

It's easy to imagine that the laboratory is so professional that even if there is a rat hole in the house, they will dig it out to check. It's unlikely that there will be anything left behind for an outsider like her to take advantage of.

She wandered aimlessly like this, and finally returned to the living room. She looked at the night view outside the window for a while, and then her eyes were attracted by several photos reflected on the glass window.

After confirming again and again, Luo Jingyao turned around. It was a small piece of solid wood board installed on the wall next to the sofa, with many photos fixed on it with pins.

The protagonists of the photo are naturally Cheng Yinan and the people around him. She even saw the figures of Wu Yugang and Lu Yue in it. It seems that these people have really traveled to many places at home and abroad, up and down the mountains and in the sea.

but……

Luo Jingyao frowned, stretched out her gloved hand, and pulled one of the photos off the wooden board.

Just as she lowered her eyes, trying to figure out what was going on, the male police officer from the laboratory couldn't help but exclaim, "Captain Lin?! There's actually a set of fingerprints that matched the ones extracted from the glass you brought back!"

"Really?" Guo Zhen followed Lin Jiafan and went over. "Captain Lin, our bet was right this time. Qi Huimei really knew the deceased."

"It only means that they know each other." Lin Jiafan didn't seem optimistic. After thinking for two seconds, he said again: "Let's call him to the police station for questioning."

At this moment, he noticed the woman who had been standing by the sofa, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Coach Luo, what are you looking at?"

Luo Jingyao came back to her senses and raised the photo in her hand.

Pang Guang took two steps forward and took the photo, turning it over and over. "There's nothing written on the front or back. The deceased, Cheng Yinan, is the only person in the photo, and the background looks quite ordinary."

The young man didn't find anything wrong, so he muttered and handed the photo to his captain.

Lin Jiafan's gaze moved around the photo for a few times, and then returned to Luo Jingyao's face.

"Here." Luo Jingyao patiently stepped forward and, in front of the three grown men, reached out and tapped somewhere on the dark blue background of the photo. "If I remember correctly, this small fragment of a logo is the logo of the Beihe Province Free Fighting Super League. You have to be invited to take a photo in front of this wall, at least. Ordinary spectators are definitely not allowed."

"Really?" Pang Guang quickly pulled out his phone and searched online. "Hey! This is amazing! Coach Luo, you can even remember this?"

"After all, I used to work in a related industry, so it's inevitable that I pay more attention to it. Moreover, the leagues in provinces across the country have officially started recently. Those who play well may be able to enter the national team or national clubs." Luo Jingyao explained in general terms, with a somewhat hesitant expression.

"But how could a shady player like Cheng Yinan attend such an event?"

You have to know that in the eyes of these active professional players, playing in illegal tournaments is no different from a rat in the gutter. Once you are involved in illegal tournaments, your career will be over.

After much thought, the only person around Cheng Yinan who could barely make it to the Beihe Provincial League was Qi Huimei.

In theory, reporters from Shengye Entertainment Co., Ltd. can freely enter and exit the venues of these major events, but this identity does not seem to be enough to allow Cheng Yinan to take photos in front of that background wall.

"Pang Guang, investigate Qi Huimei's identity further." After a while, Lin Jiafan ordered.

As the first person to arrive at the crime scene, the police verified their identity and took a brief statement, but didn't investigate further. That's how criminal investigations work; everything has to be prioritized. If every person even remotely connected to the case had to be investigated back three generations, even if the current police force was increased tenfold, it wouldn't be enough.

"Okay!" The young man sat down on the sofa beside him, took out a mini notebook from his shoulder bag and started typing away.

"In our public security database, there's very little information related to Qi Huimei: her registered residence, address, a few phone numbers... and some accommodation records. But that's not surprising. Journalists travel a lot." Pang Guang shrugged and subconsciously complained, "Speaking of which, our database doesn't actually hold much useful information."

"You still have to rely on me..." He swallowed his boast back in the middle of the conversation: "There's no trace of Qi Huimei online. Apart from some reports she wrote, there's nothing else to find."

No?

Luo Jingyao's eyes suddenly flashed with the woman's recognizable face. Judging from her skills, she was obviously professionally trained. How could there be no information related to this profession at all?

Sometimes being too clean can actually arouse suspicion.

"Officer Pang, can your self-created search system perform facial recognition?" she asked.

"Since we can't find much information about the ID number, why not try a different approach?"

Hearing this, Pang Guang's eyes suddenly lit up!