“Qingyun, what do you think?” Zheng Xing looked at Shen Weidong and Song Qingyun.

Shen Weidong has always been confident in Song Qingyun. His eyes also fell on Song Qingyun, and he left this opportunity to show his face in front of the leaders to Song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun smiled and nodded, "Okay."

"Since Comrade Song thinks there's no problem, let's go directly to the Municipal Bureau."

The case was selected by Qi Changjun from the cases of the Municipal Bureau. The distance between the Provincial Department and the Municipal Bureau is not far.

Half an hour later, the leaders of the provincial department, Shen Weidong and Song Qingyun sat together in the office of the municipal bureau.

The current director of the Municipal Bureau is a little old man in his fifties named Zhang Dashan, who used to be a scout.

He is an old comrade with a very high level of ideological awareness and rich work experience.

He also had a good relationship with Shen Weidong and had known Song Qingyun for a long time. After all, the cases Shen Weidong and his team had solved were so good that even he envied them.

After a brief meeting, Zhang Dashan's eyes fell on Song Qingyun.

"Comrade Song, I've long heard of your name."

"Director Zhang, you're welcome." Song Qingyun responded quickly.

"Should we meet the neighbors first? Or should we meet the victim's husband first?" asked Zhang Dashan.

"Meet the victim's husband first." Song Qingyun said.

Generally speaking, in cases where the wife and children are killed but the husband is safe and sound, the husband is the first suspect.

Zhang Dashan nodded and appreciated Song Qingyun's choice.

"OK."

Not long after, the victim's husband Wang Aiguo was taken to the police station.

Sitting on the interrogation chair again, Wang Aiguo was still a little nervous. He looked quite haggard, with black eye sockets.

It's obvious that he hasn't had enough rest these days.

"Hello, Comrade Wang." Song Qingyun greeted him in a gentle voice.

"Hello, comrade, I have told you everything I know. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Song Qingyun looked at him and asked, "Is there something I want to ask you?"

"Yes, you asked."

"Have you always had a good relationship with your wife?" Song Qingyun asked.

Wang Aiguo nodded. "We grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Our two families are neighbors, and we've had a good relationship since we were young."

"How many years have you been married?"

"Ten years," Wang Aiguo replied. "The child is three years old this year."

Song Qingyun nodded.

"You've been married for ten years and only had a child in recent years. Did you and your wife have a lot of pressure before?" Song Qingyun asked.

The tone of her voice was always gentle, which inexplicably made people relax.

Wang Aiguo nodded.

"Yes, there's a lot of pressure at home. My parents used to have a very good relationship with Xiaohui's parents, but because we've been married for so many years and haven't had children, the relationship between the two families has become strained."

"My parents want me to divorce and remarry, saying I'm their only son and they can't let the family line end with me."

"But Xiaohui and I have feelings for each other. I can't bear to leave her, and she can't bear to leave me. My parents have been complaining about us every time we go home over the years." Wang Aiguo sighed.

"It's not easy for you and Xiaohui." Song Qingyun said.

Wang Aiguo nodded immediately.

"But fortunately, your hard work paid off and you had a child," said Song Qingyun.

Wang Aiguo lowered his head. "Yes, we finally had a child and raised him to this age. Who could have imagined that something like this would happen?"

Wang Aiguo covered his face and cried, looking extremely sad.

Song Qingyun soothed Wang Aiguo with a gentle voice, "I understand everything I need to know. Comrade Wang, you go home first. We will notify you if there is any progress in the case."

"Okay, thank you, comrade."

Wang Aiguo was sent back home. When he walked to the door of the Public Security Bureau, he looked back uncertainly. He always felt that something was wrong today.

But the questions asked by the police who questioned him were similar to those asked by the previous people, and they didn't seem to be problematic.

Wang Aiguo thought about it and finally went home.

He is now resting at home. The leaders of the plastic factory learned that his wife and children have passed away, and came to express their condolences several times.

After seeing Wang Aiguo off, Song Qingyun met with the neighbor witness.

Because it was a home invasion, robbery and murder, the Wang family made quite a commotion and several neighbors were alarmed.

However, everyone at home was asleep at that time. When they got up, they saw the man running out and bumped head-on into an elderly couple.

But the man was wearing a mask and it was dark, so they really couldn't see the man's exact appearance, they just vaguely saw a silhouette.

Song Qingyun first went to ask other neighbors about the basic information of the criminal.

It can be roughly judged that the criminal is about 1.7 meters tall, with a strong build, and looks strong. The neighbors cannot describe his other appearance.

Finally, Song Qingyun met the elderly couple who had run head-on into the criminals.

The old couple has not slept well these past two days, always worried that the criminal would come to their house and kill people to silence them.

The police promised to protect them, and two police officers often hung around his house, which made the couple feel a lot more at ease.

Song Qingyun started asking questions with the atlas in hand, and flipped through the pictures one by one according to the descriptions of the two people.

Finally, they found the suspect's eyes and the outline of the upper half of his face, but they were blocked by the mask, so they couldn't see or describe it.

When Song Qingyun successfully found the eyes, upper half of the face and hairstyle described by the old couple.

Cover it with your hands and let the two of them take another look.

"Yes, that's the person, that's it!"

The old couple said in unison.

"That man was very fierce that day. He was scary."

Song Qingyun comforted the couple and asked them to wait a little longer.

Then, Song Qingyun added masks according to the old couple's description, finished the painting, and adjusted the lighting and eyes.

At this time, Qi Changjun, who was accompanying Song Qingyun in the interrogation, had changed his expression.

"Please take another look at this." Song Qingyun handed the portrait he had drawn to the two of them.

"Ah! He has the same look, exactly the same!" The old lady was so frightened that her body couldn't help but shiver.

The old man hurriedly supported his old wife and said, "Yes, this is it."

Song Qingyun put away the drawing paper and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard at all. You are so awesome, girl." The old man calmed himself down and praised.

Song Qingyun smiled embarrassedly and saw the two out.

"Deputy Director Qi, this is the portrait I re-adjusted based on the witness's description. Comrades participating in the training must have some basic painting skills and be very patient."

"Comrade Song, I solemnly apologize for my suspicion of you." Qi Changjun said solemnly.

"I beg your pardon."

"Deputy Director Qi, I'm not angry. I'm also trying." Song Qingyun said in a gentle voice.

Deputy Director Qi's evaluation of Song Qingyun soared...

She is sincere and modest in her actions. She is not anxious when being doubted and does not become arrogant after proving herself.

Good comrade.