It was almost noon when Yuan Chen rushed to the scene of the crime.
Hao Weida didn't explain clearly on the phone. He only said that there was a murder and hung up in a hurry. It seemed that the work at the scene was quite busy.
The crime occurred in a high-end community. In Jinghai City, where land is at a premium, those who can afford to live in such an area are basically considered elites from all walks of life.
The apartment building where the accident occurred was already crowded with people. In addition to police cars and ambulances, there were also many media.
Who is this dead person? Is there such a big movement?
As soon as I got off the car, I saw a chubby figure running over.
"Why did you come here? My legs are numb standing here." Hao Weida complained repeatedly.
"Where's Auntie? Her precious son came out to investigate the case. Why didn't she come with him?" Yuan Chen asked half-jokingly.
"Don't mention it."
He hooked Yuan Chen's shoulders, with an aggrieved look on his face, "It's not my fault, but I'm actually a little grateful for this case. It came at the right time, otherwise my old lady would have had to harass all the female colleagues."
Yuan Chen didn't answer and turned his head away.
No matter how troublesome or nagging, at least he still has his mother who cares about him, but as for him, his mother disappeared ten years ago...
"Hey, you were in such a hurry to leave this morning. What were you going to do? I see you even ran out to answer a phone call. Are you going again..."
"Stop it, don't think wrongly, I'm going to see our old man."
Old man?
Hao Weida was confused when he heard this. After knowing him for so long, this was the first time he heard of such a famous person.
In fact, it is not surprising that he has never heard of Ma Jingtian. After all, Yuan Chen was still a child when he practiced Sanda, and Hao Weida might have been busy playing video games at that time.
Yuan Chen didn't bother to explain to him and directly changed the subject.
"Tell me, what happened this time?" He pressed the elevator button.
"The identity of the deceased this time is really special."
Hao Weida showed a mysterious expression.
"The one who died was a big model named Zhao Yingling, the one who often appeared in fashion magazines."
Yuan Chen was stunned. He knew the name. Zhao Yingling was a model who had just debuted in the past two years. Although she had not become famous for a short time, she was quite popular. Because she often took sexy photos for fashion magazines, she seemed to have become a new generation of "otaku goddess".
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But at the same time, she is also a topical figure. Although she is not very young, she has many scandals.
The death of such a popular traffic star is indeed a huge event. No wonder there are so many media gathered below, all of whom seem to be planning to release this explosive news as soon as possible.
When a person dies, the first thing they think about is not how to deal with the aftermath of the deceased, but how to squeeze out the last bit of value from her body to gain attention. It is really sad.
Just as Yuan Chen was thinking about it, the elevator door opened.
Since the scene was cordoned off in a timely manner, there were no idlers in the corridor.
The door was wide open. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a familiar figure. Li Ting was taking notes to an old lady.
When she saw Yuan Chen, she smiled and said hello.
"This is..."
Yuan Chen glanced at the old lady. She was still holding a broom in her hand. Her clothes were very simple and her face was full of panic.
"Oh, she is the cleaning staff of this apartment and the first discoverer of the body." Li Ting explained.
Seeing Li Ting's expression, the old lady knew that the two who came were policemen. One policeman was already enough, but now there were three of them, and one of them was very arrogant, so she immediately spoke.
"Comrade police, please don't get me wrong. I'm really kind-hearted. When I came here to clean the house in the morning, I saw the door was half open. I just wanted her to close the door. Who knew..."
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening behind him, and a woman came out cursing.
"Noise, noisy, noisy, noisy day and night!"
She seemed to have just woken up and was still wearing suspender pajamas.
When he saw Yuan Chen and others wearing police uniforms, their faces immediately froze.
"Hey, um, what happened?"
Her tone softened immediately, and she felt regretful for her actions just now. She ran into the police when she went out. What a big deal!
Yuan Chen didn't care about the change in her attitude, but asked:
"You said her house was noisy in the middle of the night, is that true?"
"Yes, yes, it was so noisy that I thought someone was going to die."
She described the situation last night in detail. Starting from nine o'clock in the evening, there were constant quarrels at Zhao Yingling's house. Until later, she couldn't bear it anymore and took a look through the peephole at the door.
I happened to see a person walking out of Zhao Yingling's home.
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In a villa in Baiyan District, Jinghai City.
Jin Zhang sat blankly on the sofa, his eyes extremely empty.
It's almost noon now, so the time gap...
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the bathroom.
On the sink in the bathroom were the clothes that my wife had changed out of last night, which had not been washed.
He slowly stretched his hand over and into the pocket of his clothes.
From his pocket, he took out some photos.
Jin Zhang stood there, flipping through the photos one by one. When he saw these photos again, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The person in the photo is none other than himself!
Next to him, there is a gorgeously dressed woman. Judging from the photos, the two people behave very intimately and even make some large-scale movements, just like a couple.
At this moment, footsteps came from behind.
Jin Zhang turned around quickly and saw his wife Xu Li standing at the door. She was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair disheveled, looking at him with an extremely cold look.
In the living room, the news is being broadcast on the TV.
"Dear viewers, just this morning, a large number of police officers gathered at the home of female model Zhao Yinling. Although the police personnel tightly blocked the scene, the reporter still saw a body carried out from the building where Zhao Yinling lived. The deceased
Who exactly is it? The police are still refusing to disclose the situation. Our reporters from the front will continue to follow up..."
Jin Zhang slowly turned his head towards the photo placed on the coffee table.
The woman in the photo who is gorgeously dressed and behaving intimately with him is the female model mentioned on TV, Zhao Yinling.
Is she dead?
Jin Zhang covered his face with his hands and tried his best to recall the scene last night.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a lighter.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that his wife had set the photos on fire. The fire was slowly devouring the photos, and the pungent smell filled the room. Soon, there was only a pile of black ashes left.
Jin Zhang watched all this blankly. During the whole process, she just sat there, watching the photos burn quietly, her eyes never wandering for a moment.
She looked up at her husband, without any color on her face.
"Remember, last night, we were all at home and stayed together."