Chapter 114
As Lin Jiafan's gaze moved downward, the person standing at the entrance began to look a little uncomfortable, and the muscles all over his body became noticeably tense.
Instead of immediately exposing the young man's pretense of strength, he slowly walked to the balcony, reached out and pulled aside the fluttering curtains, completely exposing the tripod.
Feeling the cold winter wind blowing in his face, Lin Jiafan suggested, "The government will be sending people over to replace the windows in a couple of days. You'd better find a temporary place to stay before you catch a cold at home."
As he spoke, he walked straight to the tripod.
Looking left and right, under the man's nervous gaze, Lin Jiafan said meaningfully, "Photography? Quite an interesting profession."
Then, he turned around as if nothing had happened and seemed to be planning to leave.
But before the tall, thin, curly-haired young man could breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Jiafan's left foot accidentally stepped on a corner of the black cloth that was exposed from under the sofa when he passed by it.
The next second, he just used a little strength, and the black cloth and the things wrapped in it were pulled out.
The black cloth fell apart, and the sins that had been tried so hard to hide were exposed before the two of them.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the curly-haired man tried to run out the door.
But the other party's actions did not affect Lin Jiafan's mood at all. He even squatted down leisurely, picked up a few of the photos and looked at them carefully.
Luo Jingyao, who was originally standing in the corridor, naturally would not let him escape successfully under her nose. She moved and blocked the curly-haired man's way.
But this man didn't seem to take her seriously. He even slightly accelerated his pace and rushed straight towards her!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the curly-haired man gasped, staggered back two steps while holding his painful shoulder, and looked at the motionless Luo Jingyao in disbelief.
Unwilling to believe in evil, he gathered his strength again and rushed forward with all his might!
Luo Jingyao was too lazy to continue dealing with the other party, so she simply stretched out her hands and pushed the person back.
In the living room, Lin Jiafan noticed the movement behind him and turned around, only to see the curly-haired man looking as miserable as a torn sack thrown in.
He didn't care as he watched the man groan twice and then lie on the ground pretending to be dead.
After signaling Luo Jingyao to lock the door, he stood up with a few photos and walked over to the curly-haired man, looking down at him sarcastically, "You're into photography, huh?"
"Do you know that secretly photographing other people's privacy is illegal?"
"I didn't... I just like taking some landscape photos." The curly-haired man insisted.
Lin Jiafan didn't believe a single word of his feeble rebuttal: "You mean, when you were taking pictures of the scenery outside the window, you accidentally captured someone else's life at home?"
"This one doesn't look 'accidental'."
As he said this, he threw one of the photos at the curly-haired man.
Luo Jingyao looked closely and saw that the protagonist in the photo was a teenage girl who was lying on a bed with her feet up and playing with her mobile phone.
While Lin Jiafan was confronting the person lying on the ground, she walked to the sofa and immediately noticed something unusual on the background wall.
The overly obvious dividing line on the white wall proved that something had been hung here for a long time. No wonder Lin Jiafan had discovered something wrong with almost no effort. This person was really guilty and his method of concealing evidence was really crude.
Probably because he was frightened by their sudden visit, he could only tear down the photo cloth on the wall in a hurry.
Leaning down slightly, Luo Jingyao roughly scanned the photos scattered on the black cloth. The girl could be found in almost all of the photos.
Some were sitting, some were lying, some were crying, some were laughing, some were wearing school uniforms, some were wrapped in bath towels.
The more she looked, the more frightened she became. She picked up one of the photos and went to the balcony. Comparing the angles in the photos, she determined that the girl the curly-haired man photographed lived in unit 301 of the building opposite.
That is, upstairs from the crime scene where the body was found.
As if she suddenly thought of something, Luo Jingyao quickly returned to the sofa, curled up there, and began to look at the photos carefully one by one.
Not long after, someone knocked on the security door from outside. It was someone from the laboratory.
Originally, several people from the inspection department were going to the crime scene to re-examine the traces, but unexpectedly this mess happened halfway, so they had to temporarily assign two technicians to come here.
At this time, the curly-haired man who had confessed to the crime of secretly photographing others had already been picked up from the ground by Lin Jiafan, and sat quietly in the restaurant with his head hung down.
"People from the local police station will be here soon, and we can just hand over the evidence we've collected to them..."
On this side, Lin Jiafan was instructing two colleagues in the laboratory department, but Luo Jingyao had a new discovery over there.
"Officer Lin, take a look at this photo!" She got up from the ground and handed the photo in her hand to the man who turned around when he heard the voice.
Lin Jiafan lowered his eyes and stared at the photo for a long time.
Unlike most photos that have been zoomed in and enlarged, this photo happens to include the windows of 201 downstairs in the picture.
In the master bedroom, two figures could be vaguely seen.
However, due to the lighting and photo resolution, it was difficult to identify the true identities of the two figures.
"Where is the original negative of this photo?" Lin Jiafan reached out and knocked on the dining table. After the curly-haired man raised his head, he turned the photo over.
After frowning and thinking carefully, the curly-haired man pointed in the direction of the second bedroom with a trembling hand.
The person from the laboratory understood and walked forward to push open the door. They successfully found the original negatives of all the secretly taken photos from the laptop on the bed in the second bedroom.
After several adjustments, the two figures in the second-floor window finally became clearer.
But it is only limited to the part below the head. Probably because of the shooting angle from top to bottom, the faces of the two people are deeply hidden in the shadows, and the technicians said they are powerless to do anything about it.
"The hands of the person on the right..." Luo Jingyao tapped a spot on the computer screen. "That's consistent with what Officer Guo said before. The deceased, Yu Wenxin, had suffered chemical burns on his hands."
"The watch on the left-hand man's wrist looks strangely familiar." The colleague in the inspection department, who was in charge of restoring the photo, tilted his head and muttered uncertainly, "Among the evidence from the explosion case that was handed over by the Fire Department earlier, there seems to be a watch very similar to the one in the photo."
"It's the same brand, but this style isn't cheap. It costs over 100,000 yuan."
Luo Jingyao raised her eyebrows in surprise, and moved closer to Lin Jiafan. She lowered her voice and speculated, "Could the people in the photo be Hou Guoan and Yu Wenxin?"
As we all know, the two are irreconcilable rivals in love. Is it really reasonable for them to live in the same room so harmoniously?
And judging by what they are wearing in the photo and the greenness of the surrounding trees, this photo was probably taken in the summer.
It was at least three months ago.
In the photo, two figures are standing opposite each other. The one suspected to be Yu Wenxin is holding a lit cigarette in his hand. Judging from the relaxed body language of both parties, it can be seen that the two people are probably chatting rather than arguing.
Lin Jiafan pondered for a while, then turned and left the bedroom, and returned to the curly-haired man in just a few steps.
He first confirmed with the other party the time when the photo was taken, and it was almost the same as what they had just speculated. The photo was indeed taken three or four months ago.
"What impression do you have of the residents on the second floor opposite?" Lin Jiafan asked again.
The curly-haired man shook his head hesitantly. "The second floor... that house doesn't seem to be occupied normally. I only remember their curtains being drawn all year round, only occasionally."
"I've seen a few people coming in and out, but I really didn't pay much attention."
After thinking for two seconds, Lin Jiafan took out the photos of Hou Guoan and Yu Wenxin from his phone and held them under his nose: "Do they look familiar to you?"
"Oh...this..." The curly-haired man looked embarrassed and scratched his head for a long time, but he couldn't give an accurate answer.
"Even though I usually stare at the building opposite when I have nothing to do, I'm not looking at the second floor! I really don't know what those people look like!" He spread his hands in self-abandonment, with an attitude of a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
"But I do know the two people in the photo. This one is the owner of the Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry restaurant outside the community. I often go there for dinner."
"As for the other one, he's a friend of the owner of the spicy stir-fry restaurant."
friend?
Luo Jingyao was startled and subconsciously looked at Lin Jiafan. Both of them saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
"Are you sure they are friends?" Luo Jingyao finally couldn't help but speak.
"Of course." The curly-haired man seemed to feel insulted by her questioning, and he suddenly became a little agitated. "I've already told you I'm a regular at the spicy stir-fry restaurant. Because of work, my schedule is a bit different from others, so I often have to go out in the middle of the night to find something to eat."
"There were a few times when the spicy stir-fry restaurant was closed, and when I went there, the chefs, waiters, and others had all left work. The boss was very nice and always cooked a meal for me personally."
"Once, another guy was in the store too, and he even packed up some fried rice for me with a smile! I remember his hands were covered in scars, and it looked pretty scary."
The basic characteristics of the deceased Yu Wenxin all match, so it seems that there is some truth in what he said.
Lin Jiafan put away his phone, turned around and walked towards the entrance. Seeing this, Luo Jingyao naturally followed him.
Standing beside the shoe cabinet with a serious expression, Lin Jiafan's lips moved slightly: "The development of things is somewhat unexpected."
Nodding in agreement, Luo Jingyao asked the question that puzzled her: "So what is the relationship between Hou Guoan, Yu Wenxin, and Feng Shurong?"
"I'm not sure yet, but it's definitely not as simple as Feng Shurong said." Lin Jiafan leaned against the shoe cabinet, deep in thought. "The only thing I can be sure of right now is that someone has been trying to disrupt the police investigation."
They worked day and night for two days. If Luo Jingyao hadn't suddenly suggested visiting the households today, who knows how long they would have to work before they discovered the hidden truth.
Lin Jiafan took off his glasses tiredly and lowered his eyelids to hide the sharpness that flashed across his black eyes.
It seems that it is time to think of other ways to break this passive situation of being manipulated by others.
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