Yi Ji is an old shop. Although it is kept very clean by Yi Jiadong, the old house is old and has many old things, so it still doesn't look very bright.

When Fang Zhenyue led the way in, he cleverly avoided the water drops from the clothes that the residents on the second floor put up on the wooden rack to dry. Liu Jiaming followed behind and was dripped on his shoulder.

It was dark at this time. The first wave of dinner guests had left. Yi Jiadong was fighting with a Jiamei chicken in the back kitchen. Suddenly he heard the voices of the guests and came out with a kitchen knife to greet them.

Seeing that they were Yi Jiayi's colleagues, including the police officer who personally sent Da Mei home yesterday, he became more enthusiastic and waved the kitchen knife vigorously, which scared Liu Jiaming so much that he sat down on his back and never dared to raise his head again.

Yi Jiadong then put away his knife with embarrassment, asked the distinguished guests to sit down, and distributed the menu, saying that he would invite everyone to taste his signature dish, steamed black chicken with lotus leaf and glutinous rice.

"No need, boss, we have to go back to work overtime soon, one bowl of wonton noodles will do for each person." Liu Jiaming hurriedly stopped Yi Jiadong, then smiled and asked:

"Brother Yi, didn't Jiayi say that you cooked pig's trotter soup for her? Bring it up and give it to us to drink."

"Okay." Yi Jiadong responded readily, turned around and went into the back kitchen, busying himself with the clanging and clanging. Yi

Jiaru, who came to help his elder brother wash vegetables and dishes and serve tea and water after school, took over his elder brother's shining appearance, served tea and water to the table, and took the opportunity to blink his curious eyes and look at his elder sister's colleagues carefully, more seriously than a police officer observing a criminal.

After serving tea, he still didn't want to leave, but Yi Jiayi glared at him for a long time, so he reluctantly left.

"Your sister?" Liu Jiaming asked with a smile.

"Yes, she's still studying, and her grades are very good." Yi Jiayi didn't know when he had caught the problem of his elder brother, and he always praised his younger siblings when he met people.

There was no one in the cafeteria, and the food had not yet been served. Everyone was worried about the case and started chatting again.

"We asked the neighbors around, and no one heard the baby crying, and no one saw anyone suspicious carrying heavy objects, holding children, or dragging boxes." Liu Jiaming shook his head.

"We checked every house in the building, and there is no clue." Lin Wangjiu shrugged helplessly.

"We have set up a checkpoint, and there are people on duty to patrol and guard, but there has been no news so far."

"Brother Yue has also sent people to monitor the places where milk powder and milk are sold. If any suspicious person comes to the door, they will be registered and checked. Now we can only wait."

The baby delivered by cesarean section is not only premature, but also has no breast milk. The murderer does not know why, and the baby is likely to die.

Yi Jiayi frowned and bit the edge of the teacup while drinking water.

The baby was still alive when it was born. Looking at the murderer's cautious posture, he must have wanted the baby to live.

Sir Fang sent people to monitor the sale of milk powder and milk. Maybe it was an idea to catch the murderer.

"I think the murderer is most likely the husband of the deceased. The man said he was on a business trip for four days and he didn't know anything. He cried loudly, but he didn't provide any clues. I don't think he wants us to catch the murderer at all." Liu Jiaming slammed his hand on the table and cursed him as a scumbag.

Yi Jiayi shook her head hard in her heart. The man was indeed a scumbag and deserved to die, but he was not the murderer.

How to tell them that the murderer was two old people? Confused.

"If the murderer is the husband of the deceased, then where is his helper?" Fang Zhenyue frowned.

"Helper?" Liu Jiaming stared at Sir Fang blankly.

Yi Jiayi's eyes lit up.

"The results of the on-site trace examination do not rule out the possibility of multiple people committing the crime." Fang Zhenyue tapped the table with his fingers, using rhythmic small movements to help himself advance his thinking:

"First of all, the forensic department did not detect any drugs in the deceased's blood, which means that the deceased was conscious before her death.

"It is impossible for a conscious person to lie down and let you hurt her without resisting.

"If there was only one person committing the crime, how could there be no traces of fierce struggle and fight at the scene.

"The deceased lost her freedom when she was dissected. But although something was stuffed in her mouth, there were no signs of binding on her hands and feet.

"Someone must have held down the deceased's hands when she was dissected.

"The perpetrator may have been able to hold down one of the deceased's legs with his own leg, but if he had to take care of the dissection, he would definitely not be able to take care of the other three limbs of the deceased.

"I speculate that there are at least two murderers."

Fang Zhenyue's eyebrows were gloomy when he spoke, and the whole person seemed like a bottomless pool, attracting everyone's attention.

Yi Jiayi stared at Officer Fang, shouting in her mind, "Yes! Yes! That's right, Officer Fang!!!" Yi

Jiaru, who was hiding behind the counter pretending to settle accounts and had been peeking, saw the expression of her elder sister staring at Officer Fang, and couldn't help but lower her head and whispered to her younger brother who was doing math problems at the small table under the counter:

"Elder sister is looking at that Officer Fang, and her saliva is almost drooling. A nymphomaniac."

"..." Jiajun lowered his head to do his homework.

"I still like the cheerful one, who is handsome and cool, and looks very interesting at first glance."

"..." Jiajun continued to do his homework.

"I wonder if there are any more handsome and cool guys in the police station, like Xiao Ma Ge, who is romantic and loyal, and walks with the wind."

"..." Jiajun was doing his homework.

"But if you look closely, it is indeed Sir Fang who is more handsome. It turns out that my sister only looks at the face. She is so superficial."

"I also like Officer Fang more." Jiajun suddenly raised his head, pressed the automatic pencil, said a few words, and then lowered his head to continue writing.

"Fang..." Jiaru suddenly tasted something wrong and stared at her brother with a strange look. What's going on? He is a boy, what does it mean to "like Officer Fang"? "???"

Yi Jiaru was about to grab his brother's ear and ask him what he meant by that, when Fang Zhenyue, who was sitting in the hall, suddenly cast a glance behind the counter. Although it might be just a casual glance, his long-honed eyes were already soaked in the flash of swords and swords. This frightened Yi Jiaru so much that he lowered his head and shrank his neck, forgetting about interrogating his brother.

When Fang Zhenyue withdrew his gaze, he ran to the kitchen to help his elder brother, and did not dare to peek again.

Here, Liu Jiaming was still pondering Fang Zhenyue's words, and frowned as he said,

"The gatekeeper is certain that the deceased's husband came back alone."

"There are so many tenants there, and there are a lot of people coming in and out. The old gatekeeper's eyes are blurry, and he's just a decoration sitting there, and he didn't provide any useful information." Lin Wangjiu collapsed on the chair, and the old chair creaked under his pressure.

It is the most exhausting to meet such witnesses. Even if they really have key information in their minds, you need to keep asking them in various ways before you can get the information.

Before you can really capture useful information, you will get more ambiguous information and passive resistance from the other party who is tired of being questioned -

they are innocent people, you can't hold them and force them to question.

Having been an old detective for decades, Lin Wangjiu is full of complaints and is in urgent need of positive energy.

"Tomorrow the deceased's husband will go to work at his workplace. Jiaming will take Gary to visit him and check on his recent condition. We should start with him and try to rule out murder.

"Uncle Jiu will take Sanfu to the neighbors' homes to ask about the couple's conditions in recent months and see if there are other close relatives who often visit them. We will sort out the network of relationships and have a meeting tomorrow afternoon to integrate them and do the first round of suspect screening. "

As soon as the wonton noodles were served, Fang Zhenyue quickly gave instructions, temporarily ending the discussion just now, and started eating with chopsticks.

He was 1.86 meters tall, and he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since the afternoon until 8 o'clock. The Wuhuang Temple was already in chaos.

Yi Jiayi picked up the chopsticks slowly, his eyes wandering.

How could he find an opportunity to see the faces of the suspects that Sir Fang mentioned?

The murderer would not be like the character in the martial arts movie, shouting "I am a fool!" Han San will only use one move today to take your life” before killing someone.

Even if Sir Fang and the others listed the murderer as a suspect, she could only find out his name at most, and she still couldn’t match him up.

In her distress, her chopsticks moved a little slower, and when she returned her attention, the three big men in front of her were almost empty.

She looked up in disbelief: Are these three starving ghosts? Where is the image of a cool detective? Don’t you want it anymore?

Yi Jiadong brought out the soybean pig’s trotter soup, and Liu Jiaming sighed while serving the soup:

“The last case was solved within 24 hours. Did they use up all their luck? I see that with the current situation, this case will take at least half a year to investigate, right?

"Ah, when I think about going to the deceased's house every day, chatting with the deceased's neighbors, looking for all kinds of clues, and investigating endlessly, and it is possible that all the clues are useless in the end... My hair is really going to turn white.

"Jia Yi, is your good luck still there? Do you want to bless our B team again? I don't want to be like A team, who has been investigating for several months and is still at a loss."

Jia Yi sighed with the bowl of soup: I want to help, but how can I help? This ability only looks at pictures, there is no narration, there are bugs...