Ling Fan held in his hand the information about Shen Zimin obtained from the headquarters. He was from Qingshan City and lived in the outskirts of the city. He was an unemployed vagrant. His biggest hobby was also surfing the Internet. Ling Fan was standing in front of a dilapidated tiled house.
, looking at the almost black and oily wooden house, he couldn't help but frowned, thinking that this Shen Zimin was really a gangster with nothing to do, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a miserable state at this time.
Ling Fan thought about it but still knocked on Shen Zimin's door. Not long after, a sharp and snarky voice came from inside: "Damn, who the hell is knocking on my door so early in the morning! Get out!!!"
Chu Tianyu, who was standing next to Ling Fan at this heated conversation, was very angry. He pushed Ling Fan away with one hand, and then kicked the door violently. He heard a loud bang, and the already dilapidated room door was now closed.
Broken into countless pieces.
Shen Zimin, who was lying under the quilt in the room, was shocked by the loud noise. He hurriedly put his head out and looked at Chu Tianyu who looked like a murderous god at the door, and trembled: "You... who are you?
Ah...why did you come to me?"
Ling Fan walked into the house and was immediately stung by the turbid smell in the house. What was it? The smell of feet, the smell of rice, the smell of moisture, the smell of rice, the smell of certain organic matter decaying. Anyway, it smells like anything.
Ling Fan thought that even a rotten corpse would probably smell like this. Chu Tianyu at the door quickly stretched out her delicate hands and covered her nose tightly. She was a few feet away from the tile-roofed house. She really couldn't stand this disgusting smell.
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Ling Fan carefully walked on the ground in the house. He was careful because there were abandoned noodle boxes everywhere in the house, and the soup inside was flowing everywhere. If he accidentally stepped on them, it would be too late to regret. Ling Fan
Finally, he walked to Shen Zimin's bed and took out his police ID card from his pocket: "We are the police, and we are looking for you today about a murder case."
Hearing the word "murder case", Shen Zimin's expression became even more abnormal. Although his body was covered under the quilt, Ling Fan still felt his body shaking violently, which aroused Ling Fan's curiosity even more.
"Officer...I didn't kill anyone! I really didn't kill anyone!!" Shen Zimin almost shouted with a trembling voice.
"Where were you last night and the day before yesterday between twelve o'clock and one o'clock in the morning?" Ling Fan asked directly.
Shen Zimin didn't even think about it, he just jumped out of his mouth: "I've been staying up all night playing games at the Xinghui Internet Cafe not far ahead this week."
"Are you in a private room or in the lobby? Can anyone testify for you?" Ling Fan's voice was still so cold and tough.
"Oh, yes, let me think about it!" Shen Zimin rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "I remembered it. I remember I asked the network administrator of the Internet cafe for a lighter to light my cigarette at half past twelve.
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Shen Zimin's alibi is very obvious. All he needs to do is go to Xinghui Internet Cafe and call the network administrator to investigate later. Ling Fan took out the photo from his pocket and placed it in front of Shen Zimin's eyes. "Then do you know the person in the photo?"
Two people?”
"We know each other! They are netizens who met on the Internet. The one on the left is called Liu Tao and the one on the right is named Hu Ming. We usually have a good relationship and we occasionally go out to play." Shen Zimin looked at the photo and said: "Officer, what happened to them?
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"They're dead!" Ling Fan said coldly, and then observed Shen Zimin's reaction. Sometimes a person's reaction can tell what he is thinking. A turn of the head, a blink of the eye, or a slight scratch on the corner of the clothes.
Expose a person's truest thoughts.
"What...you said they are dead!!!" Shen Zimin's expression was very surprised. It didn't seem like he was pretending, and there was also a hint of fear in his surprise.
"Yes, they died. They died in their own room. The door was locked from behind. They both died of fright!" Ling Fan kept staring at Shen Zimin with his sharp eyes and said word by word: "They are dying.
I was on QQ before, chatting with someone called 'old friend'!"
Ling Fan specially bit the word 'old friend' very tightly, hoping that Shen Zimin would notice: "Do you know this netizen named old friend?"
"Recognize... recognize..." Shen Zimin's face became increasingly uncomfortable, and his body under the quilt was shaking even more violently!
"Who is he? What is his name? Where does he live?" Ling Fan asked Shen Zimin in one breath without giving Shen Zimin a chance to think.
"Her...name is Xiaoling. She is a female netizen I know. She is a high school student, but we have not contacted each other for more than a year...maybe she has already entered college." Shen Zimin's face was still pale, and his lips were still pale.
He was also trembling slightly.
"Do Hu Ming and Liu Tao also know this Ling?" Ling Fan then asked.
"Yes, I introduced Xiaoling to the two of them, but we haven't contacted Xiaoling for a long time. Maybe she has changed her phone number a long time ago." Shen Zimin said slowly.
"Have you seen this girl named Xiaoling?" Ling Fan asked again.
"No...no, never met. We are just ordinary netizens. I once mentioned hanging out, but she refused every time, so we gradually lost contact." Shen Zimin thought about the past memories.
road.
Ling Fan looked at Shen Zimin and then at his room. He always felt a little unnatural, but he couldn't see where the unnatural place was. Ling Fan took out his mobile phone from his arms and turned on the "Midnight Forbidden"
The chat QQ' topic post was opened and placed in front of Shen Zimin. He asked him if he knew about this post and who the person who posted it was. Shen Zimin shook his head and said that he didn't fall in love with any forum at all.
, he doesn’t even know how to post or reply to posts, so he doesn’t know about this mysterious post at all.
Ling Fan took the phone back. It seemed that the information he got from Shen Zimin was that this strange QQ owner was a girl named Xiaoling. "That's it for today. If you remember anything, please call this phone number.
Me." Ling Fan quickly wrote down a row of phone numbers on a piece of white paper and handed it to Shen Zimin.
"Well, okay." Shen Zimin quickly took the note and responded.
Since there are no clues here, the qq line has also been disconnected. If we continue to investigate, we have to start from this mysterious post. Then we have to go back to the headquarters and use the internal system of the police station.
Find out the IP address of this post, and then call this computer. Thinking of this, Ling Fan quickly walked out of this room without hesitation. This room had already reached the limit of his patience. By the time Ling Fan was about to arrive
When he was at the door of the room, a laser suddenly flashed across his head, and he quickly turned around to stare at Shen Zimin's back.