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Chapter 1663

Chapter 1663

Xing Ronghuo finally heard some of the meaning, frowned and asked: "What do you mean? Can't you say it more honestly?"

Jiang Zhihao laughed dumbly and said: "You...forget it, think about it carefully, and then tell me who are the suspects you think are least likely to commit the crime after your investigation?"

"That's a lot, including the deceased's aunt, neighbors..." Xing Ronghuo listed a bunch of people.

After Jiang Zhihao listened, he asked: "Does she have no children?"

"You have a son, what's wrong?"

"Then why weren't you included?" Jiang Zhihao asked.

Xing Ronghuo's eyes widened and he said: "That child was only six years old at the time. What's there to say? Hey, don't tell me that you suspect this child is the murderer. That's too funny and impossible."

Jiang Zhihao asked: "Why do you think it's impossible?"

"Because he is too young, not to mention it is his mother." Xing Ronghuo said.

"Have you never seen Sherlock Holmes? The most unlikely person is the most likely murderer. When you eliminate all possibilities, the remaining possibility, no matter how incredible, must be the only truth." Jiang Zhihao raised his hand.

The potato inside said: "My intuition tells me that your original investigation of this child should not be clear enough, just like whether the bean sprouts are born from potatoes, you still haven't figured out."

Xing Ronghuo was stunned for a moment: "You mean, you suspect that the child is not her biological child? But so what if it is not her biological child? How could a six-year-old child kill an adult and sink her body in the river?

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Jiang Zhihao shrugged, put the potatoes into the bag, and said, "That's not my concern. I'm just expressing my intuition, and I'm not a god who can see what happened."

Xing Ronghuo was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you sure?"

"You are so long-winded." Jiang Zhihao asked, "If you don't have confidence, why bother asking me."

Xing Ronghuo stared at him and said: "Re-investigating the child's matter will harass a lot of people during this period. If nothing is found in the end, I will be in great trouble."

"I won't go if I'm afraid of trouble," Jiang Zhihao said.

His indifferent look left Xing Ronghuo speechless. He could only snort and say: "If after investigation it is found that you are talking nonsense..."

He didn't finish what he said, obviously to leave some room, but his words already showed his personal attitude.

Jiang Zhihao understands that people in this profession are accustomed to threatening others forcefully. After all, they are dealing with extremely vicious criminals. If they don't act more fiercely, how can they suppress those bad guys?

Seeing Xing Ronghuo turning around and leaving, Jiang Zhihao sighed slightly.

The murderer in the previous life surrendered himself, but in this life, he might be caught early because of his revelations, which would destroy a family.

But Jiang Zhihao does not feel that he has done anything wrong and deserves punishment for killing someone.

Don't give up on punishing him just because time has passed. That would be the greatest insult to the deceased.

After leaving Rongcheng, Xing Ronghuo returned to the office and immediately pulled out the files from that year and examined them carefully.

The people in the archives room were puzzled and said: "Old Xing, why are you looking at this case again? It's been decades, and it's long been impossible to find out."

"That's a lot of nonsense." Xing Ronghuo took the file bag away without raising his head and said, "I took this thing with me."

People in the archives office are not surprised and have long been accustomed to his style.

Anyway, no one cares about this kind of old case. Even if the file is lost, no one will say anything about it.


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