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Chapter 7 Two Slippers

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Yuan Chen paused and then added: "If you rely on this alone, you may think it is a coincidence. Another key piece of evidence is the pair of red slippers on the ground at the door."

"how do I say this?"

"The heads of the slippers are facing outward. Normally, this happens when you change the slippers when going out. If you are going in, the heads of the slippers should be facing in.

Apparently, someone left here."

"According to your original words, the pair of slippers were not taken out after the police arrived at the scene, but had been placed there before they arrived. The pair of slippers were very new and were obviously not used frequently. This gentleman

,am I right?"

After saying that, Yuan Chen looked directly at An Wenxuan, their eyes facing each other, and his sharp eyes were like sharp knives.

"That's right. That pair of slippers is from the same series as the other pairs. I bought them when Aya and I were shopping in the mall. Aya liked them very much. She doesn't usually wear them. She only takes them out when guests come."

An Wenxuan answered very simply and quite naturally.

"That's it." Yuan Chen nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer.

"It is obvious that someone came here late yesterday, met with Miss Liu Ya, and took off her slippers when leaving and left them at the door.

From this we can infer that Liu Ya should still be alive at that time, and this visitor is the key figure in this case."

At this time, the young female police officer said: "However, just because someone has been to her house, we cannot conclude that this is not a suicide."

"Li Ting, listen carefully and don't interrupt Mr. Yuan." After Qian Cheng finished speaking, he winked at her.

The leader's words still worked, and Li Ting reluctantly shut her mouth.

"That's a very good question." Yuan Chen didn't seem to care, but nodded to her approvingly.

"Follow me, all of you." Yuan Chen said as he walked towards the bedroom, and everyone else quickly followed.

In the bedroom, Liu Ya's body had been taken away by the forensic doctor, so there was less of a sinister atmosphere.

"Look."

Yuan Chen pointed to the washing machine.

"The answer is here."

What the hell? Washing machine?

Could this washing machine be capable of killing people?

Hao Weida couldn't understand it again: "Old Yuan, you can't do it. This washing machine doesn't look like Transformers."

"Idiot, I have no time to talk to you."

Glancing at him with disdain, Yuan Chen felt more and more that bringing this fat man here was a burden. He turned around and said to Li Ting:

"Officer Li, please take a look at what's inside."

Li Ting leaned down and looked inside, "There are just some washed clothes."

She raised her head and looked at Yuan Chen again, as if she didn't quite understand what he meant.

"You also saw that they are washed clothes. In other words, these clothes were put in for washing before Liu Ya was alive."

"Can you fucking finish what you're saying in one go? I feel so aggrieved." Hao Weida became impatient.

Yuan Chen glanced at him and asked: "Idiot, let me ask you a question, do you think a person who has decided to commit suicide will still have the intention to wash clothes before he dies?"

"This..." Hao Weida scratched his head and was speechless for a moment.

"Obviously, according to normal logic, a person who is already thinking about dying is unlikely to have the mind to worry about these household chores, and washing clothes only takes dozens of minutes. In such a short period of time

The possibility of committing suicide on a temporary basis is extremely small.

Therefore, as far as the current situation is concerned, I do not agree with treating this case as a suicide case."

"Officer Yuan." Liu Ya's mother stepped forward and held Yuan Chen's hand tightly, her eyes full of pleading.

"My daughter was killed, right?"

"Auntie, this..." Yuan Chen felt a little uncomfortable when his hands were suddenly held by an elderly woman.

"Right?" she asked again. Yuan Chen saw tears rolling in her eyes.

"Auntie, this is just my personal conjecture at the moment. I haven't found enough evidence yet..."

"Please, Mr. Yuan." She immediately knelt down in front of Yuan Chen.

"Please, as long as I can catch the murderer of my daughter, no matter how much money you want, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Her fragile nerves finally couldn't be restrained, and tears began to flow out again.

Although Yuan Chen had solved countless cases, he still couldn't bear the situation in front of him and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up.

But she seemed determined, still kneeling and refusing to get up, crying and asking Yuan Chen to help her find the real murderer.

Fortunately, in the end, with the cooperation of the police and the people, the old man stood up, otherwise Yuan Chen would have really worried about whether his life would be shortened.

Everyone scattered again. Although it was not stated explicitly, the concept of "murder" had been implanted in everyone's minds.

Not long after, good news came.

Hao Weida found the safe on the back panel of the wardrobe, which made Yuan Chen very happy. He even praised him as "China's good police dog". This evaluation is really high enough for a person.

However, although there were indeed many valuable jewelry and collectibles inside, the most valuable lottery ticket was nowhere to be found. Everyone searched almost the entire room, but still found nothing.

"Okay, Lao Yuan, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your help today. Without you, we might have directly classified this case as a suicide investigation today."

Qian Cheng patted Yuan Chen on the shoulder and praised him repeatedly.

"Where, where."

"Okay, you can go back today. I still have some things to deal with here. When the news comes out from the bureau, I will notify you as soon as possible. Let's keep in touch."

After walking out of the community, Hao Weida strode towards the car, opened the door and got in.

Yuan Chen followed behind, folding his hands on his chest, as if thinking about something.

"Master Detective, I'm still thinking about the case, but today I really have you. You spoke so eloquently that it shocked the police officers. I saw that Officer Li's eyes changed when he looked at you."

However, Yuan Chen seemed not to hear it at all and still maintained the same posture as before.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "What do you think of those family members?"

"Family members?" Hao Weida was stunned.

"I see that each of them is crying more sadly than the other, and howling more miserably than the other, so there should be no problem. If they were murderers, their acting skills could really be used in movies."

"Do you still remember the question I asked her boyfriend?"

"Remember, it's just those slippers. What's the problem?"

"I was talking about 'the pair of red slippers at the door.'"

"What's wrong?"

"When we came, there was indeed a pair of slippers at the door, but the slippers were black."


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