"Young man, what are you doing here?"

Because of what happened the day before yesterday, Mustache lost the arrogance in front of Ai Liang that he had in front of Xu Zhihai and others, and pulled him aside and asked.

"Assisting the police in investigating the murder case, last night I saw the suspect throwing a bag of things into the recycling bin and waiting for the door to open."

Ai Liang lied. Just saying that he was looking for something would definitely arouse suspicion. It was better to use the banner of assisting the police in handling the case to calm the mustache first. Anyway, he would have to notify the police later.

"What!"

When Mustache heard the keywords murder and black garbage bags, his face turned pale: "Murder and dump the body?"

"No, the bag is not big. It may just be a tool for committing crimes. I am worried that someone will pick it up, so I am waiting here. I will notify the police after I confirm it."

Ai Liang naturally knew that what was inside was not a corpse, but he couldn't say it directly.

Mustache looked at Ai Liang hesitantly, remembering his calmness when he helped him find his cell phone the day before yesterday and his calmness when facing the thief, and decided to trust him.

Besides, you don’t have any good stuff in your junk recycling bin, so there’s no need to lie to yourself.

"Rang Rang, don't go in yet! The police want to investigate and collect evidence!"

The mustache was no longer stained, and he hurriedly ran to open the door and shouted to the group of scavengers to wait before entering so as not to damage the scene.

The scavengers moved out of the way. Although they didn't believe what Mustache said, there was no need to offend the owner of the waste recycling station just for a moment, so they stepped aside knowingly.

Ai Liang walked in front, and Mustache followed closely behind.

Mustache looked left and right. Those bulging woven bags were usually nothing to look at, but looking at them now always made me feel uncomfortable.

It always feels like they are bleeding out, and if you tear open a small opening, you can see a pile of broken corpses.

The garbage bag Wang Zi threw was not far from the door. The black plastic bag was placed abruptly in the middle of the road. Ai Liang stepped forward to check, and Mustache swallowed nervously.

He took out two napkins and slowly opened them while trying not to damage his fingerprints and took a look. All of this was for outsiders to see.

"What is it?"

Mustache did not dare to come close and kept a meter away from Ai Liang.

"It's a pair of gloves."

Ai Liang gently picked up the bag through the napkin.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Xia Qinian's number.

"Who is this early in the morning?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be awake, and his voice sounded a little tired and impatient.

"I'm Ai Liang. You should have the phone number of the criminal police team. Send it to me."

Ai Liang felt that standing in the middle of the road guarding the garbage bags was not a problem, so he asked Xiaozhu to open his office and carefully move the garbage bags into the office.

"Huh? Where did you get my mobile phone number?"

"I saw it on the business card in your car yesterday. Stop talking nonsense and send me your number. I found the gloves thrown by the suspect."

Xia Qinian, who was on the other end of the phone, was lying on the bed with his eyes squinted. When he heard that Ai Liang had found the evidence, he suddenly woke up with a start.

"Wait a moment! I'll be there soon! Wait with me! Where are you now?"

Xia Qinian lifted the quilt, revealing his strong chest muscles. He held his mobile phone with his shoulder and lifted his pants.

Xia Qinian almost knew part of Ai Liang's character from the day they spent together yesterday. The cold-faced middle school student probably wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, and he would never talk nonsense without being completely sure.

"Look for the scrap recycling station near Jinyang Avenue on the map."

"Hey, don't rush to call the police, remember to wait for me! Hello? This little brat!"

Xia Qinian didn't wash his face or brush his teeth. He got dressed, took his cell phone keys and ran downstairs.

Twenty-five minutes later, Xia Qinian's car stopped at the door of the scrap recycling station.

"Kid, where are the things?"

Xia Qinian asked anxiously after entering the office.

Ai Liang was sitting on a stool in the office drinking soy milk, which Mustache made with the soy milk powder in the office.

"Give me the number on the table. I was squatting at the door of the suspect's neighborhood yesterday and watched him throw things here. There should still be his fingerprints on the bag where the suspect didn't wear gloves last night."

"You actually have a suspect for a long time? Why didn't you say anything yesterday?"

Xia Qinian didn't expect that the reasoning Ai Liang told him yesterday was still concealed, so he immediately questioned him.

"Why should I tell you?"

Ai Liang asked back, "Even if I tell you the truth, what can you do?"

This time it was Xia Qinian's turn to be speechless. Ai Liang was right. Even if he told himself, it would be useless. He had no obligation and even more need to tell himself.

Everyone understands the truth, but when it is their turn, most people cannot accept it.

So Xia Qinian retorted angrily: "If I'm useless, then why are you asking me for the detective's mobile phone number now?"

"Forget it if you don't pay, then I'll call the police directly."

Ai Liang took a sip of soy milk, narrowed his eyes and said.

"I'll give it! I can even help you fight!"

Xia Qinian saw that Ai Liang was convinced and gritted his teeth.

Toot, toot.

"Sorry, the user you dialed."

"Fuck, Shi Feng, you piece of shit still hung up on me!"

Xia Qinian hung up the phone angrily and called up his cell phone number for Ai Liang while cursing.

"I'm Shi Feng, who are you?"

"Captain Shi, I'm Ai Liang. I may have found the crime gloves yesterday. Can you please bring someone over? Well, okay, I'm at the scrap recycling station near Jinyang Avenue."

After hanging up the phone, Ai Liang picked up the soy milk and drank it in small sips.

Xia Qinian, who hadn't had breakfast yet, heard a growl in his stomach. He asked Ai Liang, "Is there any more soy milk?"

Mustache looked at Xia Qinian, and then thought about how he acted like a big brother in society when he scolded the police. He felt that this man was not easy to deal with, so he hurriedly made him another cup of soy milk.

"Thank you." Xia Qinian was not polite to him. He took the cup and took a sip. After drinking the soy milk, Xia Qinian decided to say something to ease the serious atmosphere.

"Boss, your office also has a printer."

Xia Qinian took a gulp of the warm soy milk and came to his desk and typed on the printer.

"Hey, boss, I just collected the tattered stuff. I got it from the second-hand market just to make it easier to print out orders. I don't really use it myself, so I usually give it to Xu Zhihai. It's the one with the swollen forehead that looks a bit silly with glasses.

He helps with these things."

Mustache rubbed his hands and came to Xia Qinian's side to introduce him, his eyes twinkling.

"A rag picker would still use this thing?"

Xia Qinian made it clear that he didn't believe it.

"He's not a rag picker."

Mustache cleared his throat and shifted the topic to the glasses: "He used to be a genius in the Mathematics Department of Beijing University. Later, he came to me to find a job when he was down and out. I thought he was pitiful so I asked him to help me manage this recycling bin."

Talking about Xu Zhihai's past, his mustache made everyone salivate, as if he himself had been admitted to Peking University, explaining his family background and why he had fallen to this point.

No regard for personal privacy at all.

Probably because he wanted to use the incident of a down-and-out genius to increase the reputation of his recycling station.

Listening to Mustache's sincere explanation, Xia Qinian looked doubtfully at the young man with glasses outside weighing waste paper for the scavengers. Why did he feel that he was a fool?

On the other side, after receiving the alarm call from Ai Liang, Shi Feng immediately took Gao Bin and Wang Xun to the scrap recycling station.

Even Ai Liang, the captain of the criminal police team, had to admire Ai Liang's analysis in the interrogation room yesterday. He unknowingly regarded him as a colleague of the criminal police team and the two of them discussed the case together.

Shi Feng decided to believe his words for once.

Shi Feng, who was driving, knew every street very well, and he drove there much faster than Xia Qinian.

"Shi Feng, you are such a thief, you actually hung up on me!"

As soon as they got off the car, they heard Xia Qinian's angry curse. Now that he was not in the criminal police team, Xia Qinian did not need to restrain himself to give him face.

Mustache secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the police finally arrived, and then looked distressedly at the missing half of the bag of soy milk powder.

Xia Qinian was really not polite to him. He kept drinking one cup after another, as if he wasn't afraid of getting hot.

Shi Feng glanced at Xia Qinian and ignored him, and walked straight to Ai Liang.

Ai Liang said nothing and pointed to the garbage bag on the table. Wang Xun, wearing white gloves, immediately stepped forward to check.

"It's a pair of white cotton gloves with scratches on them. As for whether they are a crime tool, we need to take them back to the technical department for comparison."

Wang Xun said to Shi Feng.

"Are you sure this was dropped by the suspect and not forged by yourself? You should think clearly before speaking."
To be continued...