"On the night of Yao Yuan's accident, Ouyang Quan's mother was dazzled by the light coming from the window when she got up. Then she saw clearly that it was a car driving from the door to the city. The location of their home was relatively remote, and there was almost no traffic in the middle of the night.
A vehicle passed by. The night before yesterday, Ouyang Quan was not at home for a while. He explained to his parents that he went to the city to play with his classmates and came home very late. But yesterday, Ouyang Quan left home after lunch.
His whereabouts after that are unknown for the time being." Wen Xin said in one breath.
The three things Wen Xin mentioned seemed very ordinary and nothing strange, but the times when they happened corresponded to the key nodes of the case, and I quickly understood the mystery.
First of all, Ouyang Quan got up at the same time after the car accident. Usually there were almost no vehicles passing by at night. But at this time, a car drove from the door of her house to the city. According to Ouyang Quan's description, when he was in front of her house
The speed of the car was still relatively slow, and then it became faster and faster. From this, we speculated that someone might have got on the car near the door of Ouyang Quan's house.
In rural towns, families are far apart from each other. There is no one within a hundred meters of Ouyang Quan's house. It is impossible for passers-by to pass by in the middle of the night. The person leaving in the car will most likely be Ouyang Quan.
Secondly, the night before yesterday, Zhu Ying saw the woman in white on campus, but Ouyang Quan was not at home during that time, and the time he returned home was after Zhu Ying's accident, so there is a complete possibility that he committed a crime.
Third, Ouyang Quan disappeared from the sight of the police yesterday afternoon in the name of returning to school. After that, a child appeared in my home and Zeng Zhengyi was killed. Ouyang Quan also cannot rule out suspicion.
Wen Xin continued: "Of course, these are our speculations, not direct evidence. We are just summoning Ouyang Quan back and asking him to give an explanation. The first thing is difficult to verify for the time being, after all, he didn't get into his
room, it is impossible to confirm whether he was sleeping at that time; the second thing is to wait for Ouyang Quan to come back and ask him to tell which classmate he found that night and what he did. Is there time to witness? The third thing is
Ask him to tell his whereabouts after leaving home yesterday, and then contact the school to see when he arrived. There are too many coincidences on him. If there are too many coincidences, they are no longer coincidences. I believe no matter how cunning he is,
It’s impossible to cover everything, there will always be flaws.”
She was really thoughtful.
Ouyang Quan goes to college in the provincial capital. It only takes an hour and a half by car from the city. Including some delays in the middle, Ouyang Quan should have arrived at school before five o'clock yesterday afternoon.
I called Crazy Brother and it rang several times. I thought he was sleeping and was about to hang up when he picked up again. Crazy Brother said that he had determined Ouyang Quan’s current location through technical reconnaissance methods and that he was indeed in school.
According to the Internet access records of Ouyang Quan's mobile phone, the login IP addresses after eight o'clock last night were all in the provincial capital, which was three hours later than our previous estimate of five o'clock. I informed him of Wen Xin's discovery, and he
I immediately decided to have someone go to school to bring Ouyang Quan back. I reminded him to remember to check Ouyang Quan's belongings.
After hanging up the phone, I relayed what Crazy Brother said to Wen Xin. After that, I leaned on my seat and imagined Ouyang Quan as the murderer. Then based on his time points, I put him back into the entire murder process, most of which
They all match, but there are some inconsistencies. For example, Ouyang Quan went out after Yao Yuan's car accident. So, who designed the weird scene of "female corpse murder"?
Also, Zeng Zhengyi fell from the building around 11 o'clock last night. Ouyang Quan was in the provincial capital at that time, so it was impossible for him to commit the crime.
"More than one person!" Wen Xin's exclamation brought me back to my thoughts, and also explained what I didn't understand. I smiled, thinking that we really had a tacit understanding, and thought of this problem at the same time.
That's right, if Ouyang Quan is really the murderer, then he is definitely not committing the crime alone! There are many things in between that cannot be done by one person!
However, who else is still worried about Ouyang Fei's death and would be willing to kill someone for Ouyang Fei's sake?
Ouyang Fei does not have a boyfriend, and she has not yet found any suitor who is devoted to her.
So, is it the honest Ouyang Weng? Or the crazy Ouyang Fei’s mother?
I shook my head, they were not alike, not at all. Then besides them, who else could there be?
Is that the kid in black?
Well, it should be, but who is that child?
Like Crazy Brother said, what on earth is he?
I expressed my thoughts, Wen Xin nodded and said: "When I return to the team later, you will take me to see the surveillance video from the forensic building that night. Hum, you kid who stole the body, I have to reveal your true identity!"
When she said this, she pouted her little mouth, looking very cute.
I smiled and said, "Yes, you have a pair of sharp eyes. Maybe you can find clues in the video that we didn't notice before."
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The sudden sound of knocking on the glass startled me. I looked along and found an old woman standing outside the window on the side of the driver's cab. Her hand that knocked on the window was still in the air, with a look on her withered face.
A simple smile.
I rolled down the window, but before I opened my mouth, she said in a local dialect: "Boss, buy some wild fruits. They were just picked from the mountains. Try them, they will be too sweet."
The old lady was wearing a plain black coat. As she spoke, she lifted up the bamboo basket she was carrying in her other hand. The basket contained some small fruits with pink skin. She kept gesturing to me to pick them up and try them.
one time.
The grandma has deep wrinkles on her face, her hair is gray, and her back is severely hunched. I estimate she is in her eighties, about the same age as my grandma when she died. Her face is gray and there are obvious fine lines of sand.
Posted on it, I don’t know how long she had been standing on the side of the road to sell this basket of wild fruits.
I didn’t taste it, so I took a hundred yuan directly to my grandma. She looked at the red note and was a little at a loss. She said she didn’t have that much money to give me change. I smiled and said, “Mother-in-law, there’s no need to change. I like it.”
Sell me your basket together."
"No, no, no, this broken basket isn't worth much..." The old woman shook her head quickly and grinned. I saw that there were not many teeth left in her mouth.
"It's worth it. It's hard to buy handmade bamboo baskets on the market now." I said with a smile, opened the car door and walked out.
The grandma put the basket on the ground, hurriedly took out a small folded handkerchief from her trouser bag, and slowly opened it. I knew what she was doing. My grandma also likes to fold money and put it on a square handkerchief.
Then fold the handkerchief and put it into the bag.
I walked up to her, took her hand, put a hundred yuan into her hand, and said again: "Mother-in-law, you really don't need to give me change, the basket is worth the price."
The grandmother's hands were cold and rough, like rough wood. I looked down and saw that several places were cracked by the frost, but the exposed openings were not bloody, but dry white.