Death Photo Gallery (5)

As the police car left, the two left the KTV without stopping, but Meng Siqi always had a question in his mind: what was Jin Yaming doing in the KTV?

The next day, she planned to invite Zhao Leiting to find out what was going on, but she was a little hesitant. Zhao Leiting actually took the initiative to call her, and she agreed without thinking, and the two of them went to a team office together.

She looked at Lu He's desk, but Lu He was not there.

In addition to Luo Xiaoguo, there is another young police officer in the office.

She was about to ask when Lu He's deep and magnetic voice came from behind her: "Looking for me?"

When Meng Siqi turned around, he saw Lu He's handsome and dignified face. There was less judgment in his eyes, but there was still some coldness between his brows.

His gaze leisurely fell on Meng Siqi's face, his pupils flickered slightly, and his thin lips pursed as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth.

Meng Siqi gave a slight forced smile. She didn't know how to face yesterday's encounter, but she decided not to mention it. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

Fortunately, Zhao Lei Ting came to the rescue in time, "Captain Lu, the case we are investigating is related to a person you brought back last night, so I wanted to ask you."

"Who?" Lu He uttered a powerful word.

"Jin Yaming, did he commit any crime?"

"Jin Yaming?" Lu He seemed to think for a moment before saying, "He hasn't done anything wrong. He's just a rich lady's boyfriend, or..." His cold gaze fell on Meng Siqi's face, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Lu He didn't finish his words. It was obvious that Jin Yaming's identity was somewhat different. A boyfriend was a lover, so what was the identity different from a lover?

"Hey, our team always speaks half-heartedly," Luo Xiaoguo swaggered over, "What boyfriend? He's just a duck. You know, when we passed by, the boy was kneeling on the ground and licking the rich woman..."

"Luo Xiaoguo!" Lu He suddenly warned Luo Xiaoguo.

Luo Xiaoguo immediately stopped talking, smiled awkwardly and stepped back.

Meng Siqi was indeed a little embarrassed when she heard what Luo Xiaoguo said, but as a criminal investigator, she actually had nothing to hide. She looked at Lu He and said, "Captain Lu, will Jin Yaming be punished?"

"Criticism is the main focus of education."

"oh."

There was nothing more to know, so the two said goodbye. On the way back to the second team's office, Zhao Leiting said, "I can't believe Jin Yaming has such a hobby."

Meng Siqi didn't have any ideas for a moment, but her brows were never relaxed, as if she was pinched invisibly by someone. After all, Jin Yaming was also related to Hu Dingxiang's missing case. Now that she had done so much investigation, she became more and more confused.

At Zhao Lei Ting's suggestion, the two came to Jin Yaming's girlfriend's workplace the next day. Zhao Lei Ting found out the information in advance that Jin Yaming's girlfriend was named Song Xinran, a pharmacist in a drugstore, and she was 27 years old.

The car was parked diagonally opposite the pharmacy, and I could just see the scene inside the pharmacy. There seemed to be only one female salesperson inside, who was apparently registering the medicines on the shelves. She had a serious expression, was wearing a white coat, and had short black hair. It should be Song Xinran.

"I guess Song Xinran doesn't know about her boyfriend's affair yet," Zhao Leiting said, "You see, she has been working seriously and doesn't seem to be distracted."

Meng Siqi guessed: "Does that mean Song Xinran doesn't know anything about Jin Yaming's photo studio? Hu Dingxiang, maybe she doesn't know either."

Originally, the two wanted to contact Song Xinran today, but in reality, they might not be able to get any information from Song Xinran.

"I just need to buy a tube of erythromycin. Let me go in and take a look," Meng Siqi suggested.

"You want to meet her?"

"I guess so. She probably won't mind if I go. Actually, I'm going to buy a bottle of erythromycin too."

During the last hunt in the woods of Gaoxiang Town, Meng Siqi scratched the skin on his thigh, which has not yet fully healed.

"Okay, I'll wait for you then."

Meng Siqi nodded and got out of the car.

Walking into the pharmacy, Song Xinran, who was holding a writing board and comparing medicines on the shelf, tilted her head and said in a clear voice: "What medicine do you want to buy?"

“Is there any erythromycin?”

"Yes, what price range do you want?" Song Xinran said as he walked to the shelf next to him.

Meng Siqi followed him and looked at the row of anti-inflammatory ointments of different brands. She picked up a cheap one at random.

When she raised her eyes, they met Song Xinran's eyes. Song Xinran seemed to be observing her as well.

The moment the two looked at each other, Meng Siqi was actually a little surprised. There seemed to be a sharp light in Song Xinran's eyes that could read others.

But it was only for that moment, and Song Xinran immediately put on a smile. To be honest, her face was really beautiful. Just this one glance left an impression on Meng Siqi.

Taking the ointment, she walked to the counter and took out a five-yuan note. Song Xinran took the money and got the change from the drawer. She placed the three coins neatly on the counter.

When Meng Siqi took the coins, Song Xinran kept smiling. It was a professional smile because she had a very beautiful face, bright black and white eyes, and delicate red lips. She gave people an unusual beauty, but it also hid a thorn.

Song Xinran was looking at her. The reason why Meng Siqi felt uncomfortable was that she felt her gaze was seeing through her.

In normal life, if someone looks at you deliberately, you will definitely feel that your privacy is being pryed into. This is a kind of psychological defense that arises from human instinct, and in reality there may be nothing wrong.

When Meng Siqi put the coins into his wallet, he asked her in a very natural tone: "Do you know any good photo studios around here?"

"Hmm?" Song Xinran hesitated for a moment, "You want to take a photo."

"Yes, I'm about to graduate, and I want to take an artistic photo as a souvenir."

"I remember there was a restaurant not far away called Yizhihua. Do you live nearby?"

"Yes. How is that company? How is the photographer?"

"If it's an artistic photo shoot, you should definitely give it a try. By the way, your conditions may be discounted."

Meng Siqi was quite interested in this information and asked, "Why is there a discount?"

Song Xinran said: "I remember they had a devilish art photo event before, and the boss would give some rewards to those who had good conditions."

Meng Siqi nodded, "You know them so well."

Song Xinran pursed her red lips slightly, and did not answer immediately. She seemed to pause deliberately before saying, "Yes, I took photos there too."

"Thank you." Meng Siqi felt that they had talked enough, so he turned around and walked out the door.

She did not go to the car parked under the big camphor tree across the street, but walked in the other direction, deliberately walking towards the densely populated area.

She felt that Song Xinran was paying attention to her, and maybe even looking at her back at this moment, so she must make full use of the information she had provided, including "living nearby and not yet graduated".

After walking for more than ten minutes and turning a corner, a car slowly stopped beside them. Zhao Leiting shouted to her through the window: "Get in the car, why are you leaving?"

Meng Siqi opened the door and got in the car. The first thing he asked him was, "When I left just now, did you feel anything strange about Song Xinran?"

"No, she just stood at the door and then went in."

"Standing?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it." Meng Siqi leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyelids.

She felt that she might think too much, especially after entering the criminal investigation work. She always connected various unrelated things together, which made her brain cells insufficient. And in a case like Song Xinran, if you didn't know her at all, she might give people a completely normal impression.

When the car arrived at the police station, Meng Siqi also came back to her senses from her meditation. Zhao Leiting saw her wake up and said, "Siqi, are you a little tired?"

“No.”

"I think that since Hu Dingxiang is missing, Jin Yaming is the most likely suspect. But we may not find any clues if we try to skirt the issue this way. Why don't I ask the Korean team to apply for a search warrant and search Jin Yaming's photo studio?"

Meng Siqi had no idea. She thought Zhao Leiting’s suggestion was good. Otherwise, it would be useless to continue following him. It would be better to go deeper into the tiger’s den.

Soon, Zhao Leiting got the search warrant from the bureau. After listening to Zhao Leiting's report, Han Changlin gave his approval and asked Tang Xiaochuan to participate in the search with them.

The three of them drove the police car all the way to Yizhihua Photo Studio. When they were almost there, Meng Siqi's worries surged in her heart. She thought again and again, and finally suggested: "Zhao Leiting, I have an idea."

Zhao Lei Ting deliberately slowed down the car, "You say."

"Didn't we say last time that we were going to the photo studio to take an artistic photo?"

“Yes, I remember.”

"Why don't I try it today?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Lei Ting said with a slightly surprised tone, turning his head to look at her for a second, "What do you think?"

"If Jin Yaming was really the murderer, Hu Dingxiang's information would never be left in the photo studio. If nothing is found during this search, Jin Yaming's psychological defenses will be very strong."

Perhaps he felt that Meng Siqi's words made some sense, Zhao Leiting pulled the car over and pulled the handbrake. He asked, "I understand, but what can you prove by taking a photo?"

Meng Siqi didn't know how to explain it. She always felt that Jin Yaming's weaknesses would be exposed when he was immersed in work. She expressed it in simple words: "When people are working seriously, they may have no defenses."

Zhao Leiting interpreted her words and turned to ask Tang Xiaochuan in the back row, "Old Tang, what do you think?"

"I just learned about your case," Tang Xiaochuan said, "If you are not completely sure about the search, you can give it a try."

"I'm just worried..." Zhao Lei Ting stopped talking halfway.

Meng Siqi certainly understood that Zhao Leiting was worried about her safety. She smiled and said, "You should still worry about how to report to the Korean team."

If after all the hard work there is no result, those who confidently said that the photo had problems would be slapped in the face.

Zhao Lei Ting scratched the back of his head and smiled.

The matter was settled, and Zhao Leiting drove the car to a more secluded place some distance away from the photo studio.

He took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and said, "Keep it. You'll need money when you take photos later."

"You usually carry a lot with you." Meng Siqi really didn't think about the money. Last time, Jin Yaming said that the fee for taking special artistic photos was 100 yuan.

"I'll return it to you after I'm done using it." Meng Siqi took the money, opened the rearview mirror and adjusted her hair. She was originally wearing casual clothes, and after a little adjustment, she looked more like she was preparing to take pictures.

Zhao Lei Ting smiled and said, "Siqi, you look really good today."

As she opened the door, she said, "Thank you, Officer Zhao."

After walking for a while, someone came out of the photo studio. When she entered, Jin Yaming looked up at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was focusing. After a moment, he said, "Have you been here last time?"

"You have a good memory. Last time I said I was coming to take artistic photos, but you said it was too late, so I did it today." Seeing Jin Yaming again, she still felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps due to the impact of the KTV incident, but for the sake of the case, she acted as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, today is fine."

"Hey, Ya Ming." A woman walked out from behind and met Meng Siqi's eyes. For a moment, her voice stopped.

Meng Siqi was not surprised to run into Song Xinran. Perhaps she also had shifts during normal times. Song Xinran smiled slightly: "I think I've seen you before, last time at the pharmacy?"

Meng Siqi pretended to be surprised. "Yes, it's you. It seems," she pointed at the sign in the photo studio, "you were the one who introduced this store to me."

"Oh, yeah. Actually, I didn't know you before, so I didn't tell you in detail. I'm Ya Ming, a friend of this Mr. Jin. I come to the store sometimes."

Meng Siqi pursed her lips and smiled.

"Oh, by the way, Yaming, you must give this lady a bigger discount today." She smiled with her red lips, looking very charming.

"Okay. Of course, don't worry." Jin Yaming nodded in agreement. He then asked, "What discount do you think is a good deal?"

"It's up to you."

"Thank you." Meng Siqi also hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"Yaming, I just want to tell you something. Please come to the back for a moment." Song Xinran said to Meng Siqi again, "Please wait a moment."

"It's OK."

The two of them entered the room, and Meng Siqi looked around the museum casually for about five minutes. Song Xinran walked out first and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Meng... Lu."

"Ms. Meng, I have something else to do. I'll go to the store first."

"Slow down."

After Song Xinran left, Jin Yaming walked out slowly. His eyes were a little cold as he looked at Meng Siqi. He walked to the table, packed up his notebooks, and said, "Well, let's go to the back to put on some makeup."

"Can."

Jin Yaming walked to the door and pulled down the iron gate.

Meng Siqi's heart sank. She was about to stop him, but Jin Yaming explained, "It takes a long time to put on makeup, and I was worried that someone might come in, so I closed the door."

But Meng Siqi always felt that something was wrong with Jin Yaming. Until he let go, the iron door with the rolling shutter stopped when it was almost at the bottom, leaving a gap at least as high as the pony stool, and it was not completely tightened.

Meng Siqi felt relieved. Jin Yaming stood up and turned his head with a faint smile on his face. "Let's get started."