Inside the apartment where Zhao Yinling lives in Baiyan District.
"Ms. Wang, are you sure you saw the right person?" Li Ting confirmed again and again.
"Oh, Jin Zhang, he's the one who plays the piano and is a musician. He's on TV all the time. He's very famous. I'm sure I won't be mistaken."
Ms. Wang was no longer nervous as before, and her tone was very determined. She probably felt that she had helped the police a lot.
"Strange, why is it so cool in this room? It's much more comfortable than outside."
After Hao Weida said this, Yuan Chen realized this. Especially in the living room, it felt cool from time to time.
He looked back and saw that the air conditioner was on in the west corner of the living room, and the air conditioner was constantly emitting.
Huh?
"Idiots, you turned on this air conditioner? You guys are really enjoying it while investigating a case."
"Shit, no one has touched that air conditioner, okay?"
"Huh? If it wasn't you who drove it, then who did?"
He asked several other police officers one after another. After arriving at the scene, it was true that no one had touched the air conditioner. It seemed that it had been turned on when he arrived. They also found it a bit strange.
"Oh, why do you care so much? It's not good to have air conditioning."
Hao Weida stretched out his two fat and white arms, stood at the air outlet, and let the cold air blow on him.
"Phew, cool!"
Yuan Chen was used to his mentally retarded behavior and didn't bother to care about him, but he already had an idea in his mind.
He walked to the sofa and looked at the actress in front of him who was once madly pursued by countless men. At this moment, she had turned into a cold corpse.
She was wearing a lavender dress, lying on the sofa, her legs slightly curled, her lips were purple, and her right hand was hanging down weakly.
Hao Weida slowly came to his side.
"Old Yuan, why do I have a bad premonition?"
"Huh?" Yuan Chen glanced at him.
"You said it hasn't been long since we came back, but there have already been two murder cases involving female victims. Is it because you are destined to be a woman?"
His expression is very funny.
Yuan Chen almost laughed out loud. This idiot seemed to have been so brainwashed by his mother recently that he had begun to doubt himself.
"Ahem."
He cleared his throat and suppressed his laughter.
"Yes, you have also seen that wherever I go, women die. I am a man destined not to be associated with women, so for the sake of your life, don't mess with me in the future."
"Hey, you shameless bastard, I..."
"What are you two talking about? Are you so happy?"
Li Ting walked in with a notebook. It looked like she had just finished taking notes.
"It's nothing. Some people can't find a partner and just throw the blame on me..." Yuan Chen said, rolling his eyes at Hao Weida.
"Hey, by the way, what did the neighbor across the door say? Is she sure?"
"I was just about to come over and tell you about this."
She opened the notebook in her hand.
"According to Zhao Yinling's neighbor, she heard a fierce quarrel from Zhao Yinling's house next door starting at nine o'clock last night. Later, she planned to check out the situation. Through the peephole, she saw a man walking out of Zhao Yinling's house. At that time
The time is ten past ten."
"Did she see that man's face clearly?" Yuan Chen asked.
Li Ting's expression was a little hesitant.
"Ms. Wang said that the man she saw last night was Jin Zhang."
Yuan Chen and Hao Weida looked at each other. They had obviously heard of this name.
Jin Zhang, male, 51 years old, is a pianist in the Jinghai Symphony Orchestra. He frequently appears in major evening parties and music festivals, and is also one of Jinghai City’s business cards.
In addition to his career success, Jin Zhang also has a happy family.
It is said that he and his wife were childhood sweethearts. They got married very early and have been living peacefully since then. Their son should be an adult now.
In Jinghai City, not to mention a middle-aged woman, even a three-year-old child can easily recognize him.
Since Ms. Wang is so sure, it is very likely that the visitor last night was Jin Zhang.
"What do you think Jin Zhang has to do with Zhao Yingling? Why did he come to her house at night?"
Hao Weida looked at Zhao Yingling, the former great beauty, lying on the sofa with a puzzled expression.
"I don't know, these two people might have an affair."
Yuan Chen leaned down and his eyes stayed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"No way, the age difference between these two is huge. This Jinzhang can be her father. This..."
"The old cow is just eating young grass. What's the fuss? You can learn from him in the future."
After saying this, Yuan Chen ignored Hao Weida and looked at the coffee table, thinking on his own.
"What are you thinking about?"
At some point, Li Ting had already walked to his side.
Yuan Chen pointed to a certain place, "Look here."
Li Ting looked in the direction he pointed and saw three circular watermarks on the coffee table.
"What do you think this looks like?" Yuan Chen asked.
"This seems to be the mark left by the bottle on the table. It looks like there are three of them."
"Completely correct."
Yuan Chen nodded appreciatively.
"However, when we rushed to the scene, we didn't find anything similar on the coffee table." Li Ting looked a little confused.
Yuan Chen frowned. These three watermarks obviously did not appear out of thin air, since they were not found at the scene.
"Someone cleaned up the scene."
He made an inference.
"One more thing." He pointed to the air conditioner that was on in the corner.
"This person deliberately turned on the air conditioner and lowered the temperature in the room before leaving. The purpose was probably to interfere with our determination of the time of the crime."
"This technique is too professional, almost like a professional criminal." Li Ting sighed.
Yuan Chen didn't speak, he already vaguely felt the complexity of this case.
At this time, he saw Hao Weida not far away gesturing at him, as if to tell him to get out, with one hand behind his back.
Did he find any key clues?
Normally, it's just teasing, but Hao Weida still has his own strengths in some aspects, such as having a particularly good sense of smell and being able to find things very quickly.
In his own words, if there is really someone in this world who can find a needle in a haystack, then that person can only be him, Hao Weida.
"Officer Li, please do your work first, I'll go out for a while."
He walked towards the door.
Looking at his back, a smile appeared on Li Ting's lips.
"What's the matter, calling me out in such a hurry?"
Hao Weida dragged him to the corner of the stairs, looked around again, and made sure no one was around before speaking.
"What do you think this is?"
He took out a skirt from behind!
"Your new skirt is so small, I can't seem to fit it on." Yuan Chen laughed.
"Don't make trouble, I just took this out of Zhao Yingling's wardrobe."
"I'll go, I didn't expect you to be so good at stealing other people's skirts. You must be a pervert."
Yuan Chen quickly took a few steps back, feeling that it was necessary to take another look at the fat man.
"Oh, listen to me. I have an idea. You can be a psychic. Try this and see if there is any reaction."
It turned out that this was the calculation.
"You think I'm a great dancer. If you want to be a psychic, you can channel psychics. If I were to be so magical, I would have changed my career to fortune telling."
"No, how will you know if you don't try? Maybe you can directly know who the murderer is."
As he said that, he held up his skirt and rushed towards Yuan Chen.
Before Yuan Chen could dodge, his arm touched the skirt.