As soon as Team B got busy, it was already evening.

Working too hard will turn your brain into a mess, especially for middle-aged and elderly people like Uncle Jiu who can't stand the hunger. The group combined work and rest and went to the food stalls to eat. As soon as they sat down, they whispered about the case.

Forensic officer Sir Xu explained to Jiayi, who was sitting next to him, how he extracted clues from the bones found today, while chewing on a phoenix claw.

His long flowing hair hung down on the side of his face from time to time, and then he instinctively tucked the loose hair behind his ears with his little finger. He obviously cut his hair to look cool, but now his shiny and smooth black hair made him look a bit effeminate without realizing it.

Jiayi listened carefully to the knowledge, but at the same time she was worried that Xu Sir's hair would be stained with the oil from the phoenix claws, and she was worried sick.

Everyone had a lot of delicious food at this meal, with a wide variety and good taste, but she was thinking about the latest case, so it was not satisfying enough in the end.

Even when talking about the case, she had to be careful of the crowd in the food stall, and she only dared to whisper with the person sitting next to her. Suddenly, she had an idea, but she couldn't share it with Fang Zhenyue immediately, which was really unpleasant.

After the meal, everyone went home. Fang Zhenyue stood at the door of the food stall. He turned around and saw Jiayi chatting with Xu Sir while walking out slowly. He looked at his watch and waved to the little policewoman.

Jiayi hurriedly said goodbye to Xu Sir and ran to Fang Zhenyue.

"I'll take you there." He said, patted the policewoman's neck gently, and said goodbye to Mr. Xu and others.

The policewoman followed him without any objection, as if she was under a spell.

Mr. Xu looked at Jia Yi and Fang Zhenyue's backs and asked Lin Wangjiu beside him:

"Aren't Mr. Fang's two luxury houses one in Mid-Levels and one in Repulse Bay? How come he not only has houses in rich areas, but also in places like Sham Shui Po where ordinary people and poor people live? Is he experiencing life?"

"That's what you don't understand. As long as Mr. Fang wants, anywhere can be his home." Lin Wangjiu said calmly, and then he swaggered out of the food stall and turned to his simple car.

"..." Mr. Xu savored Uncle Jiu's words, and always felt that there were stories between the lines.

……

……

The next day, everyone arrived at the police station early, as if they were all impatient with the case.

As soon as the members of Team B arrived, they were busy, but the imagined plot of working hard to solve the case did not happen.

The real process of solving a case turned out to be so anxious and helpless waiting, and blind hard work without knowing whether there would be any results.

At around 2 pm, Uncle Jiu and Sanfu returned to the police station in a dusty state.

After sitting down in the office of Team B, Uncle Jiu smoothed his hair that was messed up by the sea breeze, and when he wiped his face, he felt that his palms were full of salt particles. His mouth was full of bitterness. He found the black tea that Jiayi had brewed in the teapot, poured a cup without caring about the hotness, and gulped it down.

Sanfu sat at his desk, frowning as he thought about all the people he had checked today and all the information he had captured.

The more he thought about it, the angrier

he got. "Have a cup of tea." Uncle Jiu glanced at Sanfu and poured him a cup.

Young people are still full of passion, always rushing forward and rushing around. When they encounter some setbacks and are in a mess, they are easily shocked.

Old people like them are more stable. They have experienced everything, have no expectations or disappointments, but are emotionally stable.

Sanfu took a sip of black tea, felt his body gradually warming up, and then he let out a long sigh of relief. He felt that the surging restlessness in his body was resolved, and he relaxed a lot.

Fang Zhenyue brought Jiayi back from the forensic department, and when he saw the two people, he asked:

"How is it? What did you find?"

"We walked for most of the day and finally met a fisherman. He said that he did see a man driving a car, carrying something, crying and going to the port to burn it in the middle of the night.

"We followed the license plate number, car model and other information vaguely remembered by the fisherman and went to several nearby car dealerships. We also asked colleagues in the traffic police department for help and finally found the person.

"As a result, hey, I went to ask and found out that the woman was heartbroken, so she took all the gifts her boyfriend gave her when they were dating, as well as her own diary, and ran to the beach to burn them all, just to say goodbye to the past." Sanfu said, slapping the table and angrily said:

"It's a waste of effort!"

"The time span is too large, and the time interval is too long. Even if someone really saw the murderer, I'm afraid they have forgotten it." Lin Wangjiu also sighed, they really tried their best. " Finding

a needle in a haystack." Sanfu rubbed his forehead.

Jiayi took a small plate from the office table and handed it to Sanfu and Lin Wangjiu, "Have some desserts, you will feel better."

Sanfu looked up at Jiayi, and touched the cup of hot black tea. The warm drink and sweets soothed his body and mind, and soothed his frustrated mood after running for most of the day...Having Yi Jiayi in Group B did bring many warm moments.

He pinched a custard bun and took a bite. The warm and sweet heart flowed into his mouth, and there was a taste of milk and coconut milk. He chewed it carefully and tasted the aroma of the noodles and the natural sweetness of the noodles after heating.

The delicious feeling makes people want to smile involuntarily. Good food is really full of healing power.

He said sincerely: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Thank you for your hard work." Jiayi nodded to Sanfu.

Sanfu raised the corner of his lip. His condition at this moment was really a hundred times better than when he just returned to the police station.

"Take a rest for a while, and then we will set off again and continue to visit along the coastline." After eating a custard bun, Sanfu raised his head to express his opinion to Fang Zhenyue.

Fang Zhenyue patted Sanfu on the shoulder and nodded to Lin Wangjiu.

No matter how subtle and difficult the clues are, they must be done. Even if they feel that they are doing useless work, they still have to use the greatest patience and perseverance to investigate.

They have to ask every potential witness, even if these people point randomly here and there, they will run around to see if there are any clues to dig up.

This is the police.

...

On the morning of the third day after the body was found, Jiayi went all the way to the Customs Immigration Department. After a long time of communicating with the other party about all the procedures, she finally took the materials away.

When she returned to the police station, it was already afternoon.

16 men of similar age, height and other conditions who only entered the country but did not leave the country, most of them came to Hong Kong with two-way permits and stayed to make money. If the police did not come to visit, they would stay.

Jiayi spread out the dark copies of these people's ID photos on the table and carefully identified them one by one.

This one is too fat, it's not him.

This one has a long face, it's not him.

This one is bald, it's not him.

This one has no eyebrows, it's not him...

Suddenly, Jiayi stared at a person's ID photo with her eyes wide open.

She brought it in front of her, closed her eyes and recalled for a while, then looked at it again.

It's him!

He has high eyebrows, round eyes, a straight nose and a wide jaw, and his facial features are very three-dimensional. He is a very handsome man. Even this blurry copy of the ID photo can't damage his looks.

Jiayi picked up all his information and put the information of others behind.

Then she took a deep breath and ran to the Forensic Department to find Fang Zhenyue.

Sir Fang was comparing the test results with Brother Da Guangming. Gary and the lab technician Diane brought back dozens of samples. All the forensic officers worked overtime and quickly locked down an area, just above the wholesale food market at Cheung Sha Wan Pier.

Gary also went into the water to check. There were many sunken stones and construction waste thrown down when the pier was built in the seaweed under the pier, as well as some wires and other objects.

Gary found fragments of a nylon bag on a wire. It can be inferred that after the murderer threw the body, the body bag sank to the bottom and hung on the wire, and it has never been moved. It was not until the night before yesterday when there was a storm and the waves were too strong that the body bag broke free from the wire and was even washed ashore. After

that, the forensic department sent people there again to search the sea together, but no more clues were found.

"If it has been hanging there underwater, judging from the temperature in recent months and the microbial conditions in the waters there, the deceased died about a month and a half ago, maybe at the beginning of last month." Chen Guangyao sat behind his desk.

"Thank you for your hard work." Fang Zhenyue nodded and drew a circle on the map in front of him.

At this time, Jiayi knocked on the door and came in:

"Brother Yue, the customs has screened out 16 men who have only entered the country and not left the country in the past three months."

"Let's screen again, just filter out those who have been in the past two months." Fang Zhenyue stood up, nodded to Chen Guangyao, and took Jiayi and Gary back to the B team office.

Jiayi sat at the desk and screened out another 7 people according to what Fang Sir said.

Among the remaining 9 people, Zhou Jianguo, the deceased in the flow image, was still placed at the top.

When handing it to Sir Fang, she asked tentatively: "Brother Yue, are we going to start the investigation?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhenyue glanced at the man's reason for entry and the information left in the top document, "The second-tier distributor of Hengxiang massage chairs in mainland China... buyer... connecting to Xiangjiang Hengxiang Wangye, No. 33 North Street, Mong Kok Road... Let's go, start the investigation from this person."

When walking out of the police station, they met Lin Wangjiu and Sanfu who had rushed back from the beach. Fang Zhenyue immediately made a decision:

"Uncle Jiu and Sanfu, come as well, don't do the witness investigation yet. Let's get the information provided by the customs and go to investigate the deceased."

Lin Wangjiu and Sanfu got off a car and got on another one.

It was not until Fang Zhenyue's jeep sped along and finally stopped in the alley parking lot that Sanfu realized that they were going to X33 North Mong Kok Road. He stood downstairs and looked up at the storefront in front of him: the

first, second and third floors here used to belong to Hengxiang Wangye, a first-class distributor of Japanese Hengxiang massage chairs in China.

Japan Hengxiang has a manufacturing plant in Hong Kong. When Hengxiang expanded its Asian market, it announced the strategy of "making in Hong Kong, selling in Hong Kong, and repairing in Hong Kong."

The Japanese head office invested a lot, and the Hong Kong company was also doing well. In three years, the number of salesmen who only sold massage chairs for business purposes increased from less than 10 to more than 30.

Each of them is responsible for the sales of massage chairs in a region. The KPI is very high, but Hong Kong is in the stage of economic boom. Although the products are not cheap, they have been selling well.

Cooperation with the mainland and selling massage chairs to the mainland only started last year. There are indeed many second-tier dealers from the mainland who come here to purchase goods and discuss business.

Sanfu stood outside the door and introduced the company in detail in one breath.

Gary turned around in astonishment, "Wow, Sanfu, are you an undercover planted by Hengxiang in the serious crime team? How come you know more about this company than the police station?"

"..." Sanfu pursed his lips and curled his mouth downwards, not wanting to answer.

After Fang Zhenyue and Sanfu walked in first, Lin Wangjiu turned around and whispered to Gary and Jiayi:

"His ex-wife is a salesperson here, what a lover."

"Wow, Sanfu is not a bachelor, he was married..." Gary looked very surprised.

Jiayi hurriedly turned to him, "Hey, keep your voice down."

The two of them quickly followed the team and were invited into the reception room with Fang Sir to wait.

Fang Zhenyue sat for a while and then stood up, holding Zhou Jianguo's photo and walked out of the conference room. He turned to Sanfu and asked, "Where is the salesperson's office?"

"I'll lead the way." Sanfu sighed and resignedly walked towards the stairs with familiarity.

Without the need for a receptionist to lead the way, he led everyone up to the second floor and headed straight for a large office area on the left.

After turning into the small trail, Sanfu pointed to an area in front and said, "Those sitting here should all be salesmen." Fang

Zhenyue nodded, walked over directly, gave his name, showed his ID, and then asked the people sitting in the cubicles one by one who knew Zhou Jianguo in the photo, and carefully observed the expressions of each salesperson when answering the questions.

Sanfu glanced at Brother Yue, then turned around and went to the office of the sales manager.

Lin Wangjiu found an empty seat and sat down, sighing quietly, leaning comfortably against the back of the chair. It was indeed a company that made massage chairs, and it was enjoyable to sit in any chair.

Gary and Jiayi followed Brother Yue, learning from him and observing him.

Fang Zhenyue observed the expressions of these people, and they observed the desks of these people and the expressions of the people around them.

When asking about the sixth person, she chuckled as soon as she saw the photo, "This is Zhou Jianguo, huh~"

"What? Are you the salesperson in charge of connecting with him?" Fang Zhenyue immediately became serious.

"Are you from the serious case team?" The woman asked instead of answering, while scanning the people behind Fang Zhenyue with her eyes.

"Team B, what's the problem?" Gary frowned slightly. Why is this woman so rude?

"Isn't Tan Sanfu here?" The woman snorted.

Fang Zhenyue and the others understood instantly that this woman was probably Sanfu's ex-wife.

Jiayi glanced at the name tag on her desk: Ding Wanzhi. Looking

at her desk again, next to the big-butt computer that took up space, there were a bunch of folders. A small photo frame was surrounded by the clutter. It was a wedding photo. The man in the photo was certainly not Sanfu.

Without waiting for the agents to answer, Ding Wanzhi stood up and said to the man in a cubicle a few steps away:

"Yongtao, is the sir looking for you?"

After shouting, she turned to Fang Zhenyue and said, "Sir Fang, right? That Wang Yongtao is the salesperson who is in contact with Zhou Jianguo. If you have any questions, go find him."

"Thank you." Fang Zhenyue nodded and walked towards Wang Yongtao.

Wang Yongtao, who was sitting on a swivel chair, turned his head and saw a tall and aloof man approaching him, looking down at him with an imposing manner.

The hair on his arms stood up for no reason. After he stood up, he looked at the ID card that Fang Zhenyue showed him and asked with a smile:

"Sir, what's the matter? I am a first-class citizen."

"Do you know this man?" Fang Zhenyue held up a photo of Zhou Jianguo.

"Oh, I know him. He is a client of our company in Shenzhen. What's the matter, sir? Did he commit a crime? It has nothing to do with me." Wang Yongtao was so scared that he waved his hands.

Fang Zhenyue did not answer, but nodded to Gary and the others.

Then he took Wang Yongtao and went to a meeting room next door to question him and take notes.

Wang Yongtao still didn't know what he had done. He was sitting in his familiar office, but he was still a little uneasy.

Gary sat opposite Wang Yongtao and took out a photo of the watch worn by the deceased:

"Let me ask you, does Zhou Jianguo have a watch like this?"

Wang Yongtao looked at Gary nervously, then at Fang Zhenyue.

After seeing Fang's indifferent eyes, he swallowed dryly, picked up the photo Gary handed to him, looked at it carefully, and recalled.

"Look carefully, don't talk nonsense, understand? It is illegal to hinder the police's investigation and provide false confessions." Gary was afraid that he would make up a story if he couldn't remember clearly, so he warned him.

Wang Yongtao nodded, wiped the sweat off his face, and suddenly remembered that the last time he saw Zhou Jianguo, when he rolled up his shirt sleeves, a watch seemed to be exposed.

"Yes, it's the same color as his shirt, it seems to be this watch!"

Gary and Fang Zhenyue looked at each other, both of them were nervous, but they tacitly concealed their emotions, still keeping a cold face and not showing any expression.

"Then you don't remember what clothes, pants, and shoes Zhou Jianguo wore when you last saw him?" Gary continued to ask.

"It seemed... it seemed to be a black shirt, a bit thick, the kind you wear in spring and autumn. I remember he kept wiping his sweat and unbuttoning it... The buttons seemed to be made of metal, and they were easy to unbutton. I thought at the time that the buttons must be very slippery, and they would be pushed open by stretching his arms. Women can't wear such shirts..." Wang Yongtao talked about a lot of random things, and then came to his senses and quickly got back to the topic:

"It seems to be matched with a gray belt. The female colleagues in the office all say that Zhou Jianguo is very good at dressing up, isn't it because he looks handsome. But this belt is well matched. We salesmen have to pay attention to our appearance. Sir, I have carefully observed this and I should be right."

Wang Yongtao said this, and he was a little complacent again.

Fang Zhenyue and Gary looked at each other again. They did not find the belt in the nylon bag containing the body.

If the murderer took it, why did the murderer take his belt?

"The pants seem to be black too. Mainlanders dress very low-key. They like to wear black, gray, or black, white and gray. They are very reserved. I used to often meet mainlanders wearing red, but now business people don't dress like that." Wang Yongtao said this and tilted his head to recall:

"The shoes seem to be a pair of gray... or maybe black, I really don't remember it. But the toe is very round, I remember that the shoes look very obedient, and they don't match his clothes."

Wang Yongtao shook his head as he spoke.

The clothes, pants and shoes all matched. At this time, Fang Zhenyue and others had already determined that Zhou Jianguo was most likely the deceased.

There were a total of 9 possible victims. It would take them half a day to check any one of them.

Fang Zhenyue was mentally prepared. They would be lucky if they could find the identity of the deceased within a week.

But what happened? !

The first person they found was the deceased!

What good luck! This

saved too much time and energy. The speed of the case and the probability of solving the case were greatly improved!

In their line of work, sometimes time is opportunity - the opportunity to catch the murderer!

Fang Zhenyue breathed a sigh of relief, holding the information of the other 8 people in his hand, rolled it up and put it in his trouser pocket. He felt relieved after a few days of depression.

Jiayi, who put Zhou Jianguo's information at the top of the file, stood by and asked seriously.

He hides his merits and fame.

Next, Gary asked about the last time Wang Yongtao saw Zhou Jianguo.

It was confirmed to be the 6th of last month, the night when the deal was concluded, the contract was signed, and he and Zhou Jianguo went out for a drink together.

This way the time was right.

Walking to the window, Fang Zhenyue whispered to Yi Jiayi in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Wang Yongtao is telling the truth."

"How did Brother Yue know?"

Jiayi immediately raised her eyebrows. She was 100% sure that Zhou Jianguo was the deceased. After all, she had seen it herself. But she only saw the murder scene and was not very clear about Zhou Jianguo's situation.

Wang Yongtao's description of Zhou Jianguo's clothes was indeed true, but she had no way of judging whether the other words were true or false.

Why did Sir Fang know?

"When a person tells the truth, because life is three-dimensional and rich, he or she will miss the main point and be easily distracted by details, talking about irrelevant things and giving out too much useless information. But if it is a lie, it is easier to make it particularly logical and clear in main points, because it has been repeatedly considered and carefully worded." Fang Zhenyue narrated softly, with a nonchalant look as if this was common sense.

Jiayi showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and great admiration. Good! It makes sense!

"I see." She nodded vigorously, her expression and eyes showed that she was 100% convinced. She

immediately took out her notebook, pressed the tip of the ballpoint pen, and started to write down.

So happy, satisfied, I learned it!

"..." Fang Zhenyue never expected the little policewoman to react like this.

Even if ordinary people are convinced by others, they will be afraid of being looked down upon by others and afraid of being discovered by others about their true thoughts and emotions, so they will hide them and pretend not to care or be calm.

But how come this little girl has no pressure to show her true emotions?

Isn't she... too frank?

And... her reaction made him too embarrassed.

Touching his nose, he instinctively restrained his complacency and pride, and forcibly retracted his tail that wanted to spread out.

But since the beginning of this white bone case, the eyebrows that had been curled in one place relaxed uncontrollably, one at the end of the sky, the other at the corner of the sea, each happily stretched out.

And the pair of eyes that had always been dark and cold also warmed up unconsciously.

When Fang Zhenyue turned his head back, Wang Yongtao finished answering the question, raised his head and looked at Sir Fang again, and he didn't feel scared anymore!