After Jian Da left the police station, Yuan Chen and others rushed to the Junsheng Hotel.
Fan Xiaoai plans to check out at noon.
After greeting the hotel manager, he took them directly to Fan Xiaoai's room.
The door card clicked and the door opened.
Fan Xiaoai is not here, the room is empty.
"Damn it, no, it's just running away, this move is too fast." Hao Weida cursed.
"Spread out first and see if we can find any clues."
After Yuan Chen finished speaking, he took the lead and walked in.
Fan Xiaoai's bags and suitcases were placed carefully beside the bed. It seemed that she was only going out temporarily and would be back soon.
Yuan Chen put on his gloves, picked up a red bag from the ground and started rummaging through it.
There were only some daily changes of clothes in the bag, nothing special.
At the same time, Hao Weida and Li Ting were also searching in different corners of the room.
"Ha, found it!"
Hao Weida's proud laughter came from not far away.
Yuan Chen hurried over and saw Hao Weida holding a small white transparent sealed bag in his hand, a wallet on the table, a mobile phone and a small book next to it.
These things were wrapped in a pink dry towel and hidden at the bottom of the makeup box. It was really not easy to find them. Even Yuan Chen had to lament Hao Weida's talent for finding things like a police dog.
Maybe, he was just a dog in his previous life.
In the corridor outside the room, the elevator door opened and Fan Xiaoai walked out. She was carrying her bag and looked very at ease.
However, this relaxed state disappeared within a few seconds. At the corner, Yuan Chen's figure walked out, followed by a man and a woman.
Fan Xiaoai's eyes widened, she froze on the spot, and the thing she was holding fell to the ground.
That's a plane ticket.
In the interrogation room, Fan Xiaoai sat blankly.
This was the third time she had come to this room. She might not have thought that she had never been to a police station in her entire life. In just one week, she had been here three times.
She lowered her head, no longer as relaxed as she had been the first two times.
"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Imperial Capital, this is the ticket you bought, right?"
Fan Xiaoai glanced at it but said nothing.
Yuan Chen picked up the plastic sealed bag again.
"What's this?"
Fan Xiaoai reluctantly raised her head, and when she saw what Yuan Chen was holding, her expression suddenly changed.
"This thing isn't mine!"
she shouted.
"It's not mine, it's Jian Da's, really!"
"Why are all Janda's things here with you? Haven't you two broken up long ago?"
"Did he tell you that?"
Fan Xiaoai asked.
"Jian Da, did he come to you? Don't believe what he said. He killed the person. He really killed him!"
All the police officers present looked confused.
"I originally wanted to give you all the things I gave you before I left tomorrow night, and leave them all to you!"
She was already a little incoherent.
"It was Jian Da who gave Yin Ling the psychedelic drug. It was Jian Da who wanted to kill Zhang Yin Ling! He...he couldn't get her, so he wanted to kill her!"
"Why do you have to wait until you leave tomorrow before leaving it to us? You and Zhao Yingling are such good friends, don't you want us to catch the murderer as soon as possible?"
"I…"
The corner of Fan Xiaoai's mouth twitched.
"Jian Da is my boyfriend. I can't be so cruel, but I didn't expect that he would...he would frame me in turn. I didn't expect that he would..."
"Didn't you go to Zhao Yingling's house the night she was murdered?"
"No."
She shook her head simply.
"Then where have you been?"
"I was downstairs at Jian Da's house, and Jian Da never came back. I can prove that he was not at home that night, and he went to Zhao Yingling's place."
Yuan Chen's expression was still cold.
"That is to say, no one can prove where you were that night."
Yuan Chen picked up another mobile phone.
"The WeChat message Zhao Yingling sent to Jian Da on this phone was from you?"
Fan Xiaoai's body was completely stiff.
"I took Yinling's mobile phone and sent it to him."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Jian Da and Yin Ling, they were on good terms before, but I'm worried that they haven't broken up yet..."
"good."
Yuan Chen nodded and picked up the evidence on the table one by one.
"Running away, taking psychedelic drugs, and adding this WeChat message, how can you still say that your death and Zhao Yingling's death have nothing to do with it?"
Fan Xiaoai gasped for air. He felt dizzy and everything in the world became blurry...