"Mrs. Huang, are you going out?" The doorman stood up with a smile, leaning over the small table to greet her in a friendly manner.
"Yes, something happened next door recently, and we old couple don't have much appetite. Let's go out and buy some ready-made food to deal with it." The old lady sighed, but her eyes were glancing around, as if she was worried that someone was following her.
"Oh, a good room has become a haunted house." The doorman sighed regretfully.
The old lady was in no mood to be sad with him here, so she nodded and walked away in a hurry.
Yi Jiayi clenched her fists to resist the urge to rush out and grab the other person.
She had no evidence now, and she couldn't accuse the other person of having a weird laugh again.
As long as the old lady didn't suddenly beat someone up in the street, no one could arrest anyone. What if the police fail to arrest the murderer and alarm him, causing him to kill the baby and escape? That would be terrible.
Yi Jiayi gritted her teeth and watched the old lady leave before she pretended to be gossipy and asked the gatekeeper:
"Is this the neighbor of the baby-stealing case? How miserable! Living next door to the murderer's house, what do they do? If they had money, they might as well sell the house and move away."
The gatekeeper loved to chat and was easily hooked:
"Yes, they live in 302. It seems they used to run a building materials store. Later, their son grew up and became filial, so they lived here and lived out their old age in peace and comfort.
"But it's a pity that Old Huang had a serious illness a few years ago and has been in poor health for years. It is said that he only has three to five years to live.
"His son was in a car accident last year, and now his neighbor has been killed. His house is either a haunted house or its value has plummeted. These days, even people upstairs and downstairs say they often hear a woman crying and looking for her child in the middle of the night. His house must be even more unlucky. He is really unlucky."
Yi Jiayi silently memorized this information, chatted with her grandfather for a few more sentences, and then she couldn't sit still. She sorted out the take-out food garbage and prepared to leave.
The grandfather suddenly sighed again, "I heard that the old man's son couldn't have children after the car accident. It
's really tragic. He won't be able to enjoy the blessing of having children around him until he dies." Then he said to Yi Jiayi seriously, "You are young, so find a good man to marry early. Have children while you are healthy, and have a happy family. That's happiness. Grandpa advises you not to waste time on a bad man, but to find a good match."
Yi Jiayi stood at the door and opened her lips slightly. The grandfather's words kept repeating in her mind: The son can't have children, the son can't have children...
The truth is indeed hidden among the people.
Yi Jiayi thanked the gatekeeper seriously and loudly, and then ran away quickly.
She got on the bicycle and pedaled hard. After returning to the police station, she anxiously thought about how to inform the detectives of Group B in a clever way without arousing suspicion. She
ran downstairs again and again, and finally found the right opportunity to look inside when she passed by the meeting room of Group B at around 2 pm.
Sir Fang and his friends were not there, only Uncle Jiu took the time to take a nap on the table, snoring loudly.
She held her breath and scanned the huge whiteboard standing in front of the office. In the middle of the messy, information-refining text, it was clearly written [302 Mr. and Mrs. Huang].
Although the couple may not be listed as suspects, it is obvious that Sir Fang and his friends have already checked the couple and are paying attention to them as important clues. With
her heart beating faster, her ears hot and her mouth dry, Yi Jiayi looked around nervously, and seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she stepped into the office.
He picked up the red marker in the groove of the whiteboard and quickly drew a big circle on [302 Huang and his wife]. He didn't dare to look at it any more. He put down the pen and turned around and ran.
Uncle Jiu's snoring gradually faded away behind him. Yi Jiayi could only hear her heartbeat like a drum, as if it was going to burst her eardrums.
After stepping onto the stairs, her nervous mood was slightly relieved. She tried to take a deep breath to adjust her mood. Suddenly, she heard a series of footsteps coming from above.
Looking up, she saw Fang Zhenyue leading the team downstairs. They were walking in a hurry. Liu Jiaming didn't even have the mood to chat with Xiao Jiayi.
When they passed by, Yi Jiayi turned around on the stairs, looked at Sir Fang's back, and prayed silently.
...
Liu Jiaming returned to the office and saw that Fang Zhenyue looked unhappy. He hurriedly poked Lin Wangjiu who was sleeping soundly.
Uncle Jiu was disturbed and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. After looking around blankly, he put his arm on the table to wake himself up.
Seeing Fang Zhenyue pulling a chair and sitting in front of the whiteboard in deep thought, he exchanged a glance with Liu Jiaming, then quietly slipped out of the office to wash his face and go to the toilet.
Fang Zhenyue glanced at Lin Wangjiu and slipped out without saying a word.
Everyone was tired of hoping that the baby was still alive and trying to race against time to fight against death.
He pinched his eyebrows and held back the urge to sigh. No matter what, as a sergeant, he could not show dejection and powerlessness.
The deceased's husband Zhang Zhaohe swore that the deceased was unfaithful to her husband and that the murderer must be the deceased's lover.
But after visiting the neighbors, the doorman, the owner of the vegetable market, the community clinic, etc. that the deceased often came into contact with, there was not a single clue that there were other suspicious men around the deceased.
On the contrary, these people all accused the deceased's husband of being suspicious, not telling the truth, but suspecting his wife all day long, and calling her a gentleman.
We visited Zhang Zhaohe's unit and interviewed Zhang Zhaohe's suspected cheating partner, but we also gained nothing.
The cheating partner was obviously just playing around, there was some romance, but there was not much true love. Moreover, when the deceased died, Zhang Zhaohe was at the home of the third party, and with the community security guard and others as an alibi, he was quickly ruled out of suspicion.
The deceased couple are ordinary people, with no enemies or particularly good friends. Most of the relatives live in the countryside and do not interact much.
The deceased was a mild-mannered and cowardly person who had not had any conflict with anyone in years.
At this point in the investigation, all clues were tied up, unrelated to each other, and without a direction.
Fang Zhenyue's brows were tightly furrowed. He was only 28 years old, but there was already a vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows that could not be dissolved.
He did not slump in the chair like Liu Jiaming and others. He still stared at the whiteboard without giving up, staring at every word on it as if he wanted to shoot through it.
Who would kill a pregnant woman?
Why steal a baby?
Is it to make the Zhang family extinct? Is it to trace back to the older hatred between Zhang Zhao and his father?
Or what use can a baby have?
Cult behavior?
No, if that was the case, how could only one baby be killed?
Fang Zhenyue's eyes suddenly shot to Gary, who was slumped over the chair like a pile of mud, "Go check if there are any other unsolved cases of missing babies and children in the city in the past six months, and the grudges between Zhang Zhao and his father."
"Yes." Gary immediately accepted the order.
Fang Zhenyue's eyes turned back, and suddenly, he noticed the overweight and oversized red circle drawn outside the words [302 Huang and his wife].
His eyebrows raised. It seemed that there was no red circle before he went out just now?
After staring at it for a while, he recalled the information about this neighbor couple with some doubts. What is special about them that needs to be specially drawn?
After watching for a few seconds, a question suddenly came to his mind: Who would need a baby?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and asked Liu Jiaming: "Do the old couple in 302 have children?"
"Yes, the son is in his twenties and has been married for three or four years." Liu Jiaming thought about it and answered very affirmatively.
Fang Zhenyue frowned and fell silent again.
A few minutes later, he pinched his nose and asked again: "Does their son have children?"
"..." Liu Jiaming couldn't answer.
"Go check immediately." Fang Zhenyue stood up, gave the order, walked to the whiteboard, faced the red circle, and before Liu Jiaming left, he said: "By the way, check if there are other neighbors in that building who don't have children or are infertile."
"Yes, sir" Liu Jiaming took the order and rushed out like the wind.
Ten minutes later, Fang Zhenyue received a call from Liu Jiaming:
"Brother Yue, the old couple in Room 302 have only one son. They lost their fertility in a car accident last year. They wanted to adopt a child in the first half of this year, but because they developed an alcoholism after the car accident, their applications were rejected."
Fang Zhenyue stood up suddenly and said to Lin Wangjiu, "Go apply for a search warrant."
Lin Wangjiu looked confused, and Fang Zhenyue had to briefly explain the reasons for searching the Huang couple.
Liu Jiaming on the other side of the phone was still reporting:
"Brother Yue, the old couple said they live next to a haunted house and can't sleep well at night, so they're going to stay at their son's house for a few days. The old woman has already gone downstairs to the bus stop--"
"Stop!" Fang Zhenyue quickly gave an order: "We're coming over right now, you keep an eye on the two old people, don't let them have a chance to deal with the baby."
After saying that, Fang Zhenyue hung up the phone and ran out.
Lin Wangjiu was just walking in from outside, "Sir Fang, the search warrant has been applied for, and it may take--" "
Let Sanfu go and urge the search warrant, you follow me." While Fang Zhenyue was talking, he was already a few meters away.
Lin Wangjiu hurriedly gave Sanfu a warning, and quickly caught up with Fang Zhenyue, whispering, "I have a fake search warrant in my pocket. If I use this, what if--"
In order to facilitate the operation, their group secretly stored several fake things.
"It's okay. When the case is closed, just submit the real search warrant." Fang Zhenyue's face was cold and his voice was deep, not allowing any arguments.
In front of life, nothing can be taken care of.
Lin Wangjiu shut up.
The police car was driven away by others, and Fang Zhenyue decisively ran straight to his jeep.
Lin Wangjiu got in the car, and the moment the door closed, the jeep drove out like an arrow from a bow. The strong push on his back pushed him hard into the seat, and his hands, which did not tremble even when firing the gun, silently grasped the seat belt in front of his chest.
Weak, pitiful, helpless.
Riding on Master Fang's plane again, it was too exciting.
…
When Fang Zhenyue's jeep drove out of the garage and rushed onto the road, Yi Jiayi stood behind the window in the small office on the top floor of the police station, staring at the jeep that was roaring away and would disappear in the blink of an eye, and silently clenched her fists in front of her chest.
Biting her lower lip, she prayed to all the gods and Buddhas at home and abroad: We must catch the murderer! We must!
Sister Yin, who was drinking tea on time, raised her ears and vaguely heard Yi Jiayi muttering:
"…If I can summon Ultraman Tiga, there is no need for this. I don't have the wealth of Batman, I can just find a genetically modified spider to bite me. I can only see but not catch, which is frustrating..."