In the criminal police office, several people sat together and stared at the photo on the big screen.
The family photo hanging on the wall at the crime scene.
"All these shoes belong to that family." Hao Weida pointed to the shoes worn by Su Liren in the photo, which were exactly the same as the black sneakers found in the plastic bag.
"This is my son's, this is my daughter's, and they are the exact same size as their parents' shoes.
Don't you feel anything about using this family's shoes to fake the scene and cause trouble for us?"
Hao Weida scratched his head, as if he had seen through everything.
Finding these key pieces of evidence finally gave him a sigh of relief.
I had been scolded by the dating consultant who had been hired this morning because of my poor performance. It stands to reason that I should just scold me. As long as there is something in return, it will all be worth it.
However, Yuan Chen called me with an urgent call, forcing me to devote myself wholeheartedly to work.
In the afternoon, I wandered around in the mud for a long time, and the new suit I spent a lot of money on was in vain.
Fortunately, God is wise and will not let him deteriorate like this forever.
"For example, a... trick to deliberately mislead the direction of case investigation?" he asked tentatively.
Yuan Chen did a few operations on the computer, and soon, several comparison pictures of shoe prints appeared on the big screen.
"Although we found four shoe prints at the scene that were suspected to be left by the murderer, the stride lengths between the shoe prints were almost the same. It is very likely that it was a trick performed by one person."
Hao Weida glanced at him. Sure enough, this guy had already noticed it.
"With this kind of stride size, it can be deduced that the murderer's height is about 160cm."
"What do you mean, that is, the entire crime scene was forged by one person, so is it possible that there is only one murderer?" A police officer soon raised a question.
Yuan Chen didn't answer, but his eyes seemed to confirm this.
"But how could one person kill a family of four at once?"
"If the murderer is one of that family, it's possible." Li Ting spoke from the side.
Everyone looked at her with puzzled eyes.
However, Li Ting didn't care and continued:
"Because that family lived a completely separated and completely isolated life, and they didn't care about each other at all."
Indeed, from her inspection of the site, you can also confirm this.
Yuan Chen seemed to have remembered something and suddenly stood up.
"Come and listen to this."
He walked over and turned on the speaker, then returned to his seat, found a piece of audio, and pressed the play button.
A woman's voice came out.
"Home...home...people...help!"
This recording was very short and ended in just a few seconds.
"This is the call that the daughter of this family made to report the crime before she died. I'm here to silence the voice of the reporter and make the surrounding background volume louder. Please listen carefully."
He went back in time a little, to the last words his daughter shouted.
"Help!"
The sound gradually weakened, and almost at the same time, everyone heard a man's voice.
"Haha, beautiful, I scored a goal!"
This is Su Qigong's voice...
"At the time of the incident, a football match was being broadcast on the TV channel."
Yuan Chen's voice slowly became lower.
"The daughter in the room is struggling to her death, but the father across the wall is concentrating on watching the ball... If several people broke in at the same time, this situation would be impossible."
"The analysis is quite similar, but Lao Yuan, you overlooked an important point. The last words the daughter of that family said were, 'home...home...people...' people, she used the plural
Personal name."
Li Ting opened her mouth wide, as if she suddenly remembered something.
"Outside the window! Before she died, the daughter of that family saw someone outside the window! Maybe she saw an unknown witness during the crime."
"The conclusion is drawn."
Yuan Chen glanced at everyone and spoke slowly:
"The murderer who is like a shadow is someone who understands the family's life patterns very well and comes in and out of this home very naturally. There is also someone who has been watching that shadow.
The strangers the daughter of that family mentioned were those two people."
............
Li Ting sat on the chair with a troubled look on her face.
"It's really difficult. Where can I find that so-called 'shadow'?"
Yuan Chen left in a hurry after assigning the tasks. No one knew where he went. After being promoted, he seemed to be really busy.
"Faith, hope, love..." Hao Weida sat aside, flipping through a pile of documents, muttering to himself.
"What are you muttering about?" Li Ting asked curiously.
"Oh, those are the famous three virtues of theology, the greatest of which is love."
Li Ting looked at him with an unbelievable look. It's no wonder that such a high-sounding thing came out of Hao Weida's mouth, which was a very magical thing in itself.
"You actually know this, you can't tell."
Hao Weida smiled proudly. Of course he would not tell Li Ting that this was a sentence he saw on an emotional blogger's Weibo.
I don’t know where he heard the news, saying that talent is the biggest secret for a man to attract women. In this way, for women, he embarked on the road of no return as a pseudo-literary youth, but now it seems to have some effect.
"There is another famous sentence, which talks about crime. It talks about the three major motives for killing: money, infatuation, and hatred. Do you know what the biggest one is?"
"It can't be money, right?" Li Ting was obviously not sure.
"Don't tell me, it's really just money!"
With that said, he handed the document in his hand to Li Ting.
After seeing it, even Li Ting, who had always been calm, was a little surprised.
"Three...three hundred million?" Li Ting couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't expect that Hu Fengyun, an old man who was half buried in the earth, had such a rich net worth.
It turned out that after investigation, we found out that in the 1970s and 1980s, almost everyone in Jinghai City knew about Ms. Hu Fengyun, the "red pants".
The profits from real estate speculation in that era were unimaginably high. Those nouveau riche who speculated in real estate at that time were called "red pants."
"But none of those properties have been inherited yet."
"Speaking of which, most of those properties are real estate. So far, none of them have been changed to my son's name."
"So, what will happen to those properties in the future?"
"I don't know about this, but the old lady doesn't seem to have made a will. Theoretically, she should be inherited by her second son who is a direct relative.
However, there seems to be some problem with the second son."