When Ling Fei took out her police officer ID card, the security guard was obviously stunned for a moment.
Although it was not obvious, Ning Fan could capture a certain problem in this person's heart, otherwise he would not be so scared when seeing the police, and he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.
"You are the police. What can I do for you?" Zhao Quan asked.
"Well, we are investigating a murder case, so we need to know something from you."
"A murder case, but there is no murder case in our community?"
Ling Fei said: "You don't need to know where exactly it happened. Have you seen this fruit knife somewhere? Or is it sold near you?"
When I came here just now, there were no shops nearby.
Zhao Quan glanced at the bloody fruit knife on the photo and casually denied it: "I've never seen this before, and we don't sell it here."
"Well, what's unusual about your community at night recently? For example, a certain owner goes out late at night and looks flustered?"
"That's not the case. The people living in our community are all civilized people from the upper class. How could they do such a sinful thing?"
Ling Fei glanced at Zhao Quan, then at the office, and asked, "Can we go in and have a look?"
"Okay, come in!"
As soon as Ning Fan approached Zhao Quan, he could clearly smell the smell of blood on Zhao Quan's body. Even though the other party had already taken a shower and changed clothes, he still had it.
I'm very sensitive to the smell of blood, so I can't go wrong.
After arriving in the office, there were fruits and a fruit knife on the coffee table.
Ling Fei picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then said, "Didn't you say you've never seen a fruit knife of this brand before? Why do you have one here?"
"This...can't be true. I really didn't see it clearly. I'm sorry, officer." Zhao Quan said apologetically.
Because the fruit knife in the photo has not been cleaned, Zhao Quan's statement that he did not see it clearly is indeed reasonable.
"Sister Feifei, I think there is nothing wrong here, let's go?" Ning Fan said.
Ling Fei nodded and said to Zhao Quan: "Okay, excuse me."
"It's okay, it's okay, two officers, move slowly!"
Once back in the car, Ling Fei asked: "Ning Fan, did you feel anything was wrong? What did you see?"
Ning Fan said lightly: "The smell of blood, the man just now is named Zhao Quan, and he is a security guard. Although his appearance is very good, the smell of blood on his body cannot be concealed."
"You mean he is most likely the murderer?"
"It's very possible, but our emphasis on evidence is not. You can ask someone to check the information about this person Zhao Quan."
"Then what?"
Ning Fan lowered the backrest of the seat, lay down comfortably, and said, "Wait!"
After a long while, Ling Fei patted Ning Fan awake and threw a piece of information in Ning Fan's face: "You're still asleep, can you take a look?"
After looking at the information in his hand, he nodded and said, "That makes sense. He is twenty-nine years old. He was once a student of the Drama Academy and studied martial arts?"
"Well, I was banned by the film and television company three years ago and was reduced to working as a security guard." Ling Fei said.
"Who is the company in this community?"
"From the Ouyang family."
Ning Fan put the information aside and said, "Let's go back first. Let's take a look tonight?"
"No, this Zhao Quan is a serious suspect. I have to take him back now."
"Excuse me, we haven't found any evidence yet. Isn't there no chance of arresting the other party now? It's said that Zhao Quan has studied acting, so acting is certainly justified."