Jian Jing asked for the information of three people, including their names, home addresses, work units and license plate numbers. It was hard to tell from the information alone, so he had to investigate it himself.

In view of the shortage of manpower, he had to take care of three people and use different strategies.

The maintenance workers' movements were more varied, and it was time-consuming and laborious to follow them. Jian Jing then activated the black technology and attached the positioning device to the rearview mirror of his car, connecting it to the black technology watch. He

then spent another 5 minutes to turn on Bluetooth and connect it to the tablet. In this way, the workers' movement routes today would appear on the tablet, and they could check them against the map later. The

remaining white-collar executives and state-owned enterprise employees were all office workers, so they were not busy tracking them, but first inquired about their personal information.

The executive's company was located in the CBD and rented several floors of a building as an office.

This kind of enterprise has a characteristic. Every time it is mealtime, the staff will go to the surrounding restaurants in groups to eat. Those who want to lose weight eat light meals, those who don't care about anything eat lunch sets, and those who have money consider Japanese food.

Looking around, there are elite men and women.

And they usually like to have a cup of coffee after dinner.

Jian Jing only needs to walk around the coffee shop twice, find someone with the same company's access card, buy a cup of coffee, and share a table to chat.

The conversation started like this: "Are you from XX company? Do you know a man driving a blue Mercedes-Benz who scratched my car..."

The female colleague who was spoken to immediately showed a look of understanding and disgust.

Jian Jing immediately controlled her tone: "Who is this person!"

So, the gossip came.

This executive is a man with a sexual orientation, semi-openly out, and extremely hates women. More than once, he mocked a certain female executive for spreading her legs to get to the top and being completely incompetent. He would also criticize his female colleagues for their incompetent business skills from time to time.

All the female employees in the company disliked him, but the reason they hated him was that character and ability were usually not necessarily related.

He was capable and could make money, and it was impossible for a big boss to have trouble with money. Whenever there was a conflict, he would try to smooth things over and occasionally even take sides.

Jian Jing asked in detail: "Does he hate all women? Or does he specifically hate a certain type?"

"He hates all women who don't have Dior!"

Everyone spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.

Jian Jing nodded, looking angry, sharing the same hatred, but in her heart she was thinking: The victims of the Snow Woman Corpse Case all had long brown wavy hair with a clear pattern, which seemed inconsistent.

Then, she drove to the unit of the state-owned enterprise employees and followed the third suspect off work.

As we all know, state-owned enterprises are different from private enterprises. There is rarely a 996 schedule. Unless it is a particularly busy day, they work from 9 to 5 and get off work on time.

The same is true for suspect No. 3.

He left the unit at around 5 o'clock and did not go home. He made an appointment with his colleagues to go to dinner. The two had a meal and did not go home until around 8 o'clock.

Jian Jing waited until the lights in his house were turned off and no one came out, then she went home.

Of course, now that she is not living alone, the first thing she does when she gets home is to ride her motorcycle, take it around the community, and verify the route of suspect No. 1.

This maintenance worker is very busy and has received four orders. She entered several locations into the map, compared the routes after automatic navigation, and found that they were all normal routes, and there were no obvious detours.

But when he came out of the last neighborhood, he went to a hair salon.

Jian Jing: "Ah~~"

However, speaking of the facts, none of the three suspects had any flaws at present.

She decided to visit Mrs. Wan again the next day.

As the saying goes, family shame should not be made public. Wan Yuan had already been found, but Mrs. Wan became calm and refused to say more: "He drank too much and had an accident."

Jian Jing understood her concerns, but said: "I don't know if the police told you that I found the body."

Mrs. Wan's expression changed subtly for a moment: "Oh? What a coincidence."

Her words were earnest, but her eyes did not show gratitude, but rather some vigilance. Jian Jing knew what was going on, and said slowly: "He was not wearing that suit when he went out - did you know about this?"

"I was abroad and didn't know what he was wearing that day." Mrs. Wan didn't reveal a single detail.

Jian Jing said, "You know what I mean."

"Why are you so interested in my husband's affairs?" Mrs. Wan looked at her suspiciously, "You said before that you were a student of the College of Arts. Which class? What classes did he teach you?"

Jian Jing said, "I have never had direct contact with the dean."

Mrs. Wan was even more impolite: "As a student, these things have nothing to do with you. Please go back."

"I have a photo of the dean that day." Jian Jing was prepared and showed her a screenshot of the bar's surveillance. "I don't plan to tell anyone about this, but I hope you can answer a few questions for me."

Mrs. Wan wanted to refuse, but her eyes fell on the screen uncontrollably. In an instant, disgust, hatred, shame and other emotions flashed through her eyes one after another, and her mouth was tightly pursed, extremely unhappy.

"It's just a personal hobby, you don't have to be so nervous." Jian Jing said, "I don't plan to tell anyone, but you know about this, right?"

Mrs. Wan's throat rolled slightly, and she didn't answer.

Jian Jing stared into her eyes, forcing her with silence.

After a long stalemate, Mrs. Wan gave in and said, "Yes, I know. This kind of thing...how could he do such a thing, without considering the feelings of me and the children at all. If people knew...our whole family would lose face."

"I want to know," Jian Jing chose her words carefully so as not to irritate her, "is he doing this purely out of a hobby, or is he a minority physiologically?"

Mrs. Wan picked up a tissue, wiped her nose, and said, "He has a problem with his brain. He likes to do such embarrassing things, but others should not."

Jian Jing nodded without making it difficult: "Can I see the dean's room?"

"What's there to see?" Mrs. Wan was very resistant.

"The case is still under investigation, I can't disclose it to the public." Jian Jing suddenly realized that keeping secrets is really a good way to fool people. "If you don't trust me, you can call the police."

Mrs. Wan hesitated, obviously not wanting more people to know, and said, "You can look at it, but don't mess around."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Jian Jing carefully searched Wan Yuan's bedroom.

As Mrs. Wan said, he only has a hobby of cross-dressing, and his sexual orientation is still the majority. No props of Wan Wan were found. The hidden directory in the computer also confirmed this.

There are no men, only women.

Jian Jing watched silently and made up her mind to clear her hard drive before she died.

Ahem. Let's get back to the point.

Since Wan Yuan disguised himself just to relax and didn't plan to have a one-night stand, he wouldn't take the initiative to leave with anyone.

Similarly, the murderer probably didn't do it in the nightclub. No matter how bad the environment there is, once the conversation starts, it's not impossible to distinguish between men and women. The fact

that they got the wrong person proves that there was no communication between the two parties.

He was probably leaving after drinking and was still near the nightclub, so the murderer sent him back and pretended that he was drunk and frozen to death.

From the surveillance testimony, we can make the following summary:

Suspect No. 1: On the evening of the 3rd, 9:10-9:45, had a midnight snack; on the morning of the 5th, 7:20-7:35, had a mission nearby and had breakfast

Suspect No. 2: On the evening of the 3rd, 8:35-12:10, went to a bar and disco; on the evening of the 6th, 9:05-11:30, went to a bar and disco

Suspect No. 3: On the evening of the 3rd, 10:20-10:45, had a midnight snack; on the morning of the 5th, 8:40-8:55, sent a down jacket to the dry cleaner

Considering that when Suspect No. 2 left, he clearly photographed the driver in the driver's seat, although his face could not be seen clearly, he should not be the deceased.

He is temporarily excluded as a suspect.

Both No. 1 and No. 3 had midnight snacks and came on the morning and morning of the 5th, so it is difficult to distinguish.

It's so sad.

What kind of midnight snack is so delicious?

That night.

Jian Jing followed the guidance of the positioning device, took the dog on a leash, pretended to walk the dog, and rubbed against the car of suspect No. 1. Her nimble fingers wiped the rearview mirror and successfully retrieved the device.

Then, she took a quick look at his car.

A very ordinary small van, white in color, with a very dirty body and muddy tires.

It was enough to transport corpses.

She turned around and looked at the midnight snack street opposite.

In the December night, the lights were bright and the voices were bustling.

There were few proper shops, only stalls that were set up next to each other, with plastic tables and chairs crammed together, and only nylon tents around to block the wind. There were exposed wires above their heads, and light bulbs hanging brightly on their heads, emitting a lot of heat.

Noodles, barbecue, spicy hot pot, oden, teppanyaki fried rice, stinky tofu... The fresh, spicy and fragrant smell was floating in the air, making people hungry.

No wonder two of the three suspects came here for a midnight snack.

She looked around and naturally found the maintenance worker. He was eating teppanyaki fried rice, which was very fragrant, but Jian Jing had already eaten dinner and didn't want to eat anymore.

She glanced at the barbecue stall on the left, then the Malatang on the right, and hesitated.

While she was thinking about it, someone suddenly asked from behind: "What are you doing?"

Jian Jing was startled and gave her a backhand elbow.

Ji Feng: "Fuck! Did I offend you?"

She turned around and asked without mercy: "Who are you scaring?"

"Say hello, what are you guilty of?" Ji Feng's eyes were already patrolling, looking for suspicious persons.

Jian Jing's face didn't change: "Walk the dog."

Knight: "Wow!"

"Who are you kidding?" He lowered his voice, "Your home is at least 5 kilometers away from here, why do you come here to walk the dog?"

Jian Jing: "Let's have a late night snack."

"This street is full of food stalls, you know there is a ghost here." Ji Feng sneered.

Jian Jing: "It's none of your business."

"Jian Jing, why are you here?" Liang Yi came up from behind and greeted him warmly, "What are you eating? How about eating together?"

Jian Jing immediately asked for advice: "Which one is delicious?"

Liang Yi thought about it: "It's too cold, let's eat spicy hot pot."

"Then I'll do the same as you." Jian Jing stood in front of the stall and paused.

The ingredients in the refrigerator didn't look very fresh.

"Tell me, what case are you investigating? I said I'd treat you to a midnight snack." Ji Feng set a trap.

Jian Jing sneered: "I'll treat you to a meal, and you tell me what you are investigating?"

Ji Feng: "Okay."

She: "???"

Liang Yi was incredulous: "You actually let a girl treat us?"

Ji Feng said: "She suggested it, and even if I agree, it's not okay?"

Jian Jing felt something was wrong: "Are you crazy?"

"What are you arguing about?" A short and fat middle-aged man came over, looked at Liang Yi, then at Ji Feng, and finally at Jian Jing, surprised, "Are you Jian Jing? Ji Feng, you're quick enough to call people here."

He said to Jian Jing: "We have received Wanyuan's report, it's very valuable. Come, sit together and let's talk."

Jian Jing was silent for a moment, staring at Ji Feng.

He was so shameless that he actually said, "Teacher Jian has always been enthusiastic and helped us a lot. He must have some ideas this time. It's time to have a good exchange. Well, I'll go buy some midnight snacks." Then

he ran away.

Jian Jing was invited to the side by the middle-aged man to join their dinner.

Liang Yishang knew more and introduced them, "This is Captain Wang, and this is Brother Zhao." He also introduced Jian Jing's identity to them.

Everyone recognized each other and got straight to the point.

"We just finished our investigation and saw Wanyuan's case. Since you are the person involved, can you tell us more about it?" Brother Zhao asked.

Jian Jing naturally agreed and narrated the whole story again in a low voice.

"Who are you following now?" Ji Feng had come back without knowing when, and sat next to her, handing her a bowl of freshly fried rice noodles, "Where is he?"

"At nine o'clock, a man wearing a black jacket and smoking." Jian Jing said, stepping heavily.

Ji Feng: "..."

She asked it herself.

He wouldn't really ask her to treat him.

Can't I just joke?

Shit, it really hurts.