"The forensic department determined that the murderer had been wearing rubber gloves during the crime, but they were not found at home or in the trash can outside the building. Either the murderer took them home, or the murderer threw them somewhere else. The search area is too large and it is unlikely to be found."

- The murderer was well prepared.

"The victim's home was wiped very clean, and other people had to wear slippers to enter the house. Some footprints that can be found are all from the victim's slippers. Even if the murderer wore slippers, it would be difficult to find clues from the different gait and different forces because the room is too small and people walk very slowly inside. In addition, they don't walk too many steps, which is not enough to make an analytical conclusion. There were too many residents coming and going outside, and no suspicious footprints were found."

- The murderer did not leave more traces, which was very cunning.

"The deceased's closest friends at the Daliyuan Nightclub were the people in the group photo. She has recently been talking to her manager, Sister Yun, about changing careers and doing something else. She no longer wants to be a hostess. Sister Yun is willing to provide her with a sum of start-up capital as an investment to open a small fish ball shop together. The deceased knows a lot about seafood, and can explain various costs in detail. She is also very experienced in making delicious fish balls, so Sister Yun is very relieved. The reason why we made an appointment to look at the shop together today is also for this matter."

- It may be a dispute of interest in business or financial transactions, but among the people investigated in this matter, no one has a motive for committing the crime. Sister Yun wanted to cooperate with the deceased to make money together, and she needed the deceased's skills, and there was no need for him to kill anyone.

"There are only a few customers who buy wine and give tips for her sake. We have initially asked Sister Yun and other hostesses, and they said that the deceased had no recent entanglements with these people. The deceased is not interested in this now, and the relationship between him and the customers is somewhat distant."

- Preliminary judgment is that he did not die because of emotional entanglements with customers.

"The most suspicious one is Clara. She had a big fight with the deceased in the early morning yesterday. She said that the deceased stole her regular customers and was immoral. The other ladies and Sister Yun said that the deceased was not that kind of person, it was just a misunderstanding. It was all because Clara was too strong-willed and too irritable, and liked to lose her temper."

- The only person with a motive to kill was a competitor who stole customers.

"Clara and her roommate Qin Hongliang were not at home today. We went there but no one answered the door. We will go to Clara's house again or go to Daliyuan Nightclub to meet people. Regular customers who often came into contact with the deceased will also record their statements."

Everyone reported the information one after another, and it was the turn of Jiayi and Uncle Jiu who came back last.

Uncle Jiu lowered his head when he heard that he was going to speak, and Fang Zhenyue called Jiayi's name.

Jiayi had so much information in her mind that it took her a while to organize her words and she spoke slowly:

"The deceased's mother didn't want to mention her daughter and she refused to talk. The deceased's father went out to sea to fish and would return home early the next morning. The deceased also had an older sister who married her former client and now lives in Sham Shui Po.

"Uncle Jiu and I visited the neighbors nearby and collected some information:

"The deceased's family is a normal poor family. Her parents make a living by fishing. The fish that can't be sold will be made into salted fish and other seafood products for sale, and they raised their two daughters. The deceased also learned how to make seafood snacks such as fish balls while growing up, so she wanted to start this business with Sister Yun.

"The deceased has been prettier than most people around her since she was a child, and she is also smart and clever, and is very much favored by her parents. Before puberty, she had good grades, but probably because of her beauty, she was targeted by some bad kids. "

At first, those bad kids nicknamed her 'Salted Fish Girl'.

'Salted Fish' is not a good word. In the police circle, 'Salted Fish' is even a nickname for corpse.

Later, somehow, the deceased not only did not become an enemy of those who targeted and laughed at her, but joined them.

"She gradually began to wear some expensive clothes that her parents had never seen before, wore a watch worth hundreds of Hong Kong dollars, and associated with some little punks of unknown origin.

"Her parents were afraid that she would go astray, so they beat and scolded her, but these had no effect on the deceased who was in her sensitive adolescence. The deceased was exposed to the colorful world that she could not understand, and became greedy and vain. She despised her parents for being poor and her sister for being old-fashioned. She would scold back every time she was scolded, and beat back every time she was beaten. The most vicious time, she bit her own father's arm until her mouth was full of blood. She cursed with particularly unbearable swear words and vowed that she would never come back to this home that was worse than a stable and a dung pit.

"After that, she ran away and did not show up for a long time. Everyone said that she went to the city to work as a call girl. There were also rumors that she was beaten to death by a customer. This rumor spread among the neighbors for many years. "

In a village with low population mobility, such rumors are very hurtful.

Some neighbors said that for a long time, the father of the deceased could not raise his head in front of the neighbors. He became silent and sensitive. He would suddenly be hurt by trivial things and have conflicts with others.

The relationship between their family and the neighbors gradually became distant, and they never had any contact with those gossipers who were best at making sarcastic remarks.

Jiayi lowered her eyes and blinked. She was silent for a while before continuing:

"The eldest sister of the deceased was named Zhao Meizhi. She worked in a hiring center in Sham Shui Po, specializing in taking care of some elderly people living alone. Although her price is a little more expensive than Fei Yong, she has a clean background and is honest and reliable, which also makes her favored by many customers. Because she was very good at housework and caring for the elderly, she worked in a family for nearly a year. Later, she fell in love with the young male owner and got married at the end of last year. Although the man was just a typist in a company, he was dedicated to making money to support his family and was very honest. The woman was hardworking and kind. The couple lived a prosperous life and often subsidized the elderly couple.

"About last year, Zhao Meini began to come home one after another. But her parents did not let her enter the house once, and threw away all the things they bought and the money. I heard that she wanted to talk to her eldest sister, but her eldest sister did not even tell her where she lived now. She was afraid of getting involved with someone like her and causing trouble."

Later, Zhao Meini died mysteriously in her own home.

From these patchwork silhouettes, everyone gradually pieced together the story of the deceased.

"It seems that her family relationship is estranged, and her parents probably don't even know where she lives. Her father was fishing at sea yesterday, so he should have nothing to do with her death." Gary continued.

Jiayi was sure that the murderer would not be the deceased's parents, but she had not met the murderer's sister yet.

"Tomorrow we will go to the deceased's sister's house to sit down. Now we have basically ruled out the suspicion of the deceased's parents, but the suspicion of the sister has not been completely ruled out." Uncle Jiu began to play with his cigarette again.

In such a family environment, the deceased's sister may also kill people because she hates her sister and doesn't want her family and herself to be entangled by her sister.

There are many things that the police don't know the inside story, so they can't rule out suspicion, and they must get to the bottom of it and find out clearly.

"Okay." Fang Zhenyue wrote a few more words on the whiteboard.

"Now the evidence chain is actually very clear, everything points to Clara, and the motive for the murder is also clear." Liu Jiaming felt that it was time to say this. He stared at the whiteboard for a while and continued:

"Clara and the deceased were superficially friends and seemed to be sisters in the nightclub, but in fact they were jealous rivals. They were at loggerheads over stealing customers and competing for appearances. After a major conflict yesterday morning, Clara harbored hatred and planned to kill the deceased."

"We haven't seen Clara yet, and we haven't confirmed the time of death of the deceased, or whether Clara has any witnesses. The other clues are still vague, so let's continue to deduce after we meet the person." Qiu Susan waved her hands. Many clues had not been found yet, so it was too early to say anything.

Fang Zhenyue nodded, drew a line under Clara's name, glanced at the time, and suggested:

"Let's go have dinner first, and then go to Clara's house together."

"Okay." Several people said in unison.

When leaving the house, Fang Zhenyue picked up the key and saw Jiayi walking out slowly, obviously distracted.

He walked to her side and asked: "Why are you so worried? You didn't talk much when discussing the case. What are you thinking about?"

"I always feel that these clues are too deliberate." Jiayi raised her head and pointed her finger at Fang Zhenyue:

"Since the murderer cleaned the house neatly, why did he leave a few hairs?

"If the murderer is really a person who will think carefully before killing, why did he drop his earrings under the sofa without noticing? "If Clara committed the murder,

why didn't she take the photo of herself and the deceased, but tore it up and threw it into the trash? Didn't she expect the police to put the photos together? "If it was a murder in passion, she had an argument with the deceased, tore up the photos and threw them away before killing him, and forgot about the photos... that would be inconsistent with the clean scene. "There are too many contradictions, Brother Yue. "It's like a smart person doing stupid things, a neat person doing sloppy things, and a person who dealt with the scene seriously overlooking important evidence... Don't you think it's strange?" Fang Zhenyue couldn't help but chuckle and nodded, "Maintaining this questioning spirit is one of the most important abilities of an excellent detective. How about writing down these questions one by one, and looking for the answers as we slowly uncover the truth of the case? " Jiayi nodded. ... During dinner, everyone was still discussing who the murderer was. They discussed the sister of the deceased, Zhao Meini, and Sister Yun. They had guessed all kinds of weird reasons, but in the end, the suspect was still Clara. With this curiosity, everyone finished their dinner as quickly as chewing wax, put down their chopsticks and turned directly to Portland Street. This time, someone finally answered the door. The one who opened the door was a tall woman with black hair. It was not Clara with brown hair, but her roommate Qin Hongliang. Jiayi was a little disappointed. She was eager to see if the "flawed" Clara was the murderer. Standing behind Uncle Jiu, Jiayi sighed and looked up. She saw through the crack of the door: Qin Hongliang's tall , with broad shoulders. Jiayi suddenly remembered that among the three tall women in the photo, there was Qin Hongliang, so her eyes turned to Qin Hongliang's body again. As her eyes traced Qin Hongliang's limbs and torso, Jiayi tried hard to recall the ruthless silhouette she saw in the flow image. Then she realized that even though Qin Hongliang's clothes were loose at the moment, her strong muscles could still be seen in her sleeves and trousers when she walked. It was exactly the same as the silhouette in the flow image! Jiayi held her breath for a moment, and then she wondered if she and Clara were both tall and muscular, like two roommates who learned dance or fitness together. But the next moment, Jiayi dismissed the idea. "Blah." "Gua La La..." This sound! In the flow image, she had heard such a sound before, and at that time she judged that it might be a key. This was the sound made when Qin Hongliang made way for everyone to come in. Jiayi's hair stood on end, and she stepped into the door stiffly. When she brushed against Qin Hongliang, she looked down and saw a bunch of keys hanging on Qin Hongliang's waist. Many people in this era have put keys on their waists. The habit of hanging the key around her waist clearly showed that Qin Hongliang was one of them. After entering the room, Jiayi still tilted her ears and listened carefully. After repeated consideration and identification, Jiayi was 100% sure that the voice was absolutely the same as the one she heard in telepathic resonance. After carefully looking at Qin Hongliang's outline and listening to her voice when she talked to Sanfu, Jiayi gradually determined that the murderer was Qin Hongliang! ... Standing in the room, Jiayi felt a chill in her heart as she watched Qin Hongliang pour everyone a glass of water before knocking on Clara's door. Qin Hongliang was Clara's roommate, someone who lived in the same room with her every day, and he was a murderer. Or he was a villain who framed the crime on himself...Clara could definitely be said to have invited a wolf into the house. "Are you asking for my life? Wait a minute." An impatient voice came from inside Clara's door. Qin Hongliang turned around and said embarrassedly: "Clara just got up and is washing and putting on makeup. You may have to wait a while. " That expression was as kind as it could be, completely different from the poor and vicious image that Jiayi had imagined. The room was really too small, and several big men standing in it filled it up. Uncle Jiu and Gary simply didn't go in, but went straight to ask the neighbors and the housekeeper downstairs whether they saw anyone coming back around 6 o'clock in the morning, or going out at four or five o'clock last night. "Can I ask you a few questions alone first?" Sanfu walked around the tea table and sat down on the low sofa with difficulty. "Please ask, sir." Qin Hongliang's voice was more neutral. "You are good friends with Zhao Meini and Clara. You all work in the Daliyuan nightclub, right? "Sanfu took out a notebook and took notes while asking. "Yes, we were all recruited in the same year after Daliyuan was renovated and upgraded. I am a dancer, and Minnie and Clara are in charge of serving drinks." "May I ask what kind of dance it is?" Sanfu asked again. "Pole dancing." Qin Hongliang lowered her eyes and smiled meaningfully. Because of pole dancing, her arm and leg strength are very strong.

After the conversation, Qin Hongliang saw Yi Jiayi walk to the door of a room and asked with a smile: "Madam, that's my room, do you want to see it?"

"Can I?" Jiayi restrained all her emotions when facing Qin Hongliang and asked calmly.

"I didn't tidy it up, it's a bit messy." Qin Hongliang smiled and softly rejected Jiayi's request.

In the absence of a search warrant, if the citizens refuse, you can't force your way in, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you are reported.

Although Jiayi really wanted to go in and take a look, she had to give up. Turning around, she looked at other areas in the house while secretly glancing at Qin Hongliang.

Being led by the nose by the murderer, being played around by the murderer and still sitting there fearlessly, pretending to be innocent, Jiayi felt powerless and a little angry.

Thinking of the scene she saw in the flow image, she couldn't help but grind her teeth.

If she had superhuman abilities, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. She could just glare and shoot Qin Hongliang, and close the case on the spot.

It's a pity that we can't use such a simple and crude method, which is a pity.

"Have you noticed anything different about Clara and Zhao Meini recently?" Sanfu continued to ask. "

It seems that there is nothing... It was just that Meini and Clara had a quarrel at dawn yesterday, but these two sisters are like this, they often quarrel, a big quarrel every three days and a small quarrel every two days, and everyone is used to it. Anyway, they will make up in a few days." Qin Hongliang answered casually.

Jiayi turned her back to Qin Hongliang, staring at the kettle in front of her, frowning slightly, and retorting to Qin Hongliang in her mind: A small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every two days? Bullshit! What are you pretending for! You are just misleading the detectives, making the detectives think that the deceased and Clara were not on good terms, setting a trap for Clara and making up a motive for her to kill!

Liu Jiaming, who was listening to Sanfu asking questions and looking around, accidentally saw Jiayi standing in the small kitchen.

Huh? Why is Eleven frowning so hard at the kettle? It seems like he is arguing with the kettle.

"Did anything special happen when you said goodbye to Zhao Meini last night?" Sanfu continued to ask.

"It seems not. I don't really know what Mei Ni was doing at that time." Qin Hongliang thought seriously for a while before answering.

Jiayi turned to face the seasoning bottles arranged by size beside the kitchen sink and blew hard: How could you not know? You know very well! You planned to kill Zhao Mei Ni, how could you not know what Zhao Mei Ni was doing at that time? !

Liu Jiaming's eyes retracted from the bottles and jars in front of Jiayi, which were placed with a fingernail-sized gap between every 6 bottles, or in a row of 6 bottles, and fell on Jiayi's face, and couldn't help wondering: Huh? How come those seasoning jars also offended Shiyi? She seemed to be scolding the seasoning jars.

"Did Clara go home with you last night?" Sanfu continued.

"Oh, that's not the case." Qin Hongliang avoided his gaze a little embarrassedly, and then continued to answer: "Actually, I went to my boyfriend's house with him, and then slept there until the afternoon. We also went shopping and had dinner together, and just came back more than an hour ago. Sir, you want to talk to Clara, and it is also related to Minnie. Did something happen between the two of them?"

Sanfu turned his head to look at Clara's still closed door. If he was not sure that all the windows on this floor were locked with iron bars and anti-theft windows, he would really suspect that Clara had escaped.

Not wanting to stir up trouble and wanting to see the truest emotional expressions of the interrogator under various problems, Sanfu did not answer Qin Hongliang's question, but continued:

"Was Clara at home when you came back today?"

Qin Hongliang turned around and glanced at Clara's door, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Is there anything strange in the house? Or is there anything different about Clara today?" Sanfu continued to ask.

Qin Hongliang made an expression of getting nervous, looking around, and then nervously clenched his fist.

Jiayi turned around and stared at Qin Hongliang's hands, once, twice...six times.

Even when Qin Hongliang performed the nervous fist clenching action, he clenched it six times.

Is this a habit? Or a ritual?

Was Qin Hongliang misled and deceived by some evil person, and was she achieving some weird purpose through certain behaviors?

Or was there some other reason?

6 What's so special about

it? "It doesn't seem to be anything special? I... I didn't pay much attention to it, sir..." Qin Hongliang's voice became stuttering.

"It doesn't matter, think about it, just say it casually." Sanfu was completely intimidated by Qin Hongliang and even began to comfort her.

Jiayi was on the side, with her back to Qin Hongliang, and she was about to roll her eyes. Someone was hammering in her head. If the scene in her mind fell into reality, Qin Hongliang's brain would have been hammered by now.

Liu Jiaming couldn't help but walk to Jiayi's side. He was so worried about Jiayi. She seemed to be unwell.

Or is there something wrong with this room? Or maybe Jiayi found something that they couldn't see, so now she is not staring at the TV cabinet, but staring at something they can't see?

Liu Jiaming suddenly remembered what Uncle Jiu had said with confidence: Jiayi, it's very weird.

He suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he unconsciously cast his eyes towards the TV cabinet. I clearly didn't see anything... Could it be... there is actually someone sitting on the TV cabinet... uh...

At this moment, Qin Hongliang finally seemed to think of something and spoke:

"In the past, we got off work in the early morning, and Clara slept until noon and got up. Today, it seems that she slept until I came back. And after waking up, it seems that she didn't sleep enough. She is full of grumpiness and seems to be more irritable than before... What happened, sir?"

When Sanfu heard this, he immediately turned to look at Fang Zhenyue, with a look of "Look! Things are very clear now. There is definitely something wrong with this Clara. The reason why she didn't get enough sleep is, of course, because she ran out to kill someone last night and lacked sleep.'

Jiayi's patience is really reaching its limit when she hears this.

She lowered her head and stared at the shoe cabinet at the door, clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth. She hates being deceived the most, not to mention being treated like fools like this.

Sir Fang is the leader she respects the most, and Sanfu and the others are one of her favorite teammates... and everyone was fooled into a trap like this, it's really infuriating!

Qin Hongliang might be laughing in her heart right now, and she might even proudly think that she is the smartest and most powerful person in the world, and that she is flawless, and she is so arrogant that she wants to laugh three times, right?

Thinking of this, and recalling the scenes of Qin Hongliang brutally killing people in the mind flow image, as well as the shocking wounds on Zhao Meini's body, Jiayi felt that she was about to lose her mind due to anger.

If they didn't have any evidence now, they couldn't make a scene, and they couldn't let other detectives think that she had a problem with her brain... She really wanted to tell everything!

Liu Jiaming finally couldn't help it, because Jiayi's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and she seemed to be fighting with her leather shoes and slippers.

Feeling that the little policewoman clenched her fists in anger, and her arm muscles were even tense to the point of trembling slightly, he walked to Jiayi and touched Jiayi's arm carefully. When the other party suddenly came back to her senses and looked at him in confusion and confusion, he whispered:

"Are you okay? Do you want some water?"

"I'm fine, no, thank you, Brother Jiaming." Jiayi raised her eyes and smiled.

Liu Jiaming nodded, but he was still worried about Jiayi. He pulled her and pressed her to sit on the sofa, whispered "Wait a moment", and went out.

He thought Jiayi said she didn't want to drink water, which meant she didn't want to drink water from the suspect's house, so he prepared to go downstairs to the car to get her the mineral water they brought. Sanfu asked

Qin Hongliang a few more questions before asking her to sign the transcript. He got up and walked to Clara's door and knocked on it to urge her.

After Sanfu, who was sitting between the two women, left, only Jiayi and Qin Hongliang were left on the sofa.

Fang Zhenyue leaned against the door from beginning to end, looking at Qin Hongliang's every expression with his eyes, analyzing whether the content of her expression was consistent with the content of her words.

When Sanfu went to knock on the door, he still hadn't retracted his gaze.

Qin Hongliang seemed to be a little fidgety because of being stared at, but she still did not stand up, but turned to look at Sanfu, pretending to care about Clara.

"Please use the bathroom." Fang Zhenyue finally moved his feet.

"In--" Qin Hongliang was about to stand up and give instructions, Fang Zhenyue motioned for her to continue sitting, and walked towards the bathroom.

The small space in the living room was suddenly empty, with only two women sitting stiffly on the sofa.

Although Fang Zhenyue was in the bathroom inside the house, and Sanfu was arguing with Clara in front of Clara's door behind him, but probably because Qin Hongliang's presence in Jiayi's consciousness was too strong, Jiayi felt that other people seemed to be very far away.

She and Qin Hongliang were only an arm's length apart. One of them knew that the other was the murderer, but could not act rashly; the other knew that she was the murderer, so she regarded all the police as enemies.

Both of them chose to sit sideways with half of their bodies facing each other. If someone who is particularly knowledgeable about psychology finds out that even though they look as if no one is around, they are actually taking a defensive posture against each other.

At night, the wind blew outside the window again, making strange noises on the iron windows and iron awnings outside the old building.

The two young women did not speak, but both had smiles on their faces, and at the same time, they stood tall with hair all over their bodies.

They seemed to be relaxed and indifferent, but in fact, they were on edge at the same time.