Solving A Case: My Teacher is Ji Jie

"All right."

"Although it's a little perfunctory." Qin Feng shrugged.

Just be perfunctory.

no way.

If you don't say these things, it will make you feel uncomfortable.

Ever since.

Qin Feng slowly and authentically.

"The robber is a man in his thirties with a good level of education but not a good economy." "But..."

"According to the bank staff, even if the financial situation is not very good, he still maintains the habit of wearing a full suit." "Such a person must have a habit!" Qin Feng stretched out the index finger of his right hand.

"To various magazines! Publishing articles."

"It can not only satisfy the pride of one's own cultural people, but also earn some money to subsidize life."

"So, we might as well check the letters sent to various publishing houses and magazines in Dongcheng District in recent months. The post office should leave a mailing list to see if there are any letters with similar handwriting." "If not. If you find similar ones, expand the scope to include letters sent to publishing houses across the country!" "Five-five-zero" "I think that at this point, you can almost find it." "Why?"

Bai Ling frowned in confusion.

The finger touched the tip of his nose subconsciously. "Brother Qin Feng."

"The letter sent from Dongcheng District is understandable. After all, the bank where the case occurred is in Dongcheng District." "Why do you have to check the letter sent to Guangdong Province first?"

"I don't know this?" Huang Tao smiled, "I guess it's because of the traditional characters?" "Yeah, that's right." Qin Feng nodded.

"This is just a small guess of mine. If you can't find it out, if you expand the scope, nothing can be wrong."

"My apprentice's proposal, I am the first to agree!" Ji Jie raised his hand. "Well, you can give it a try." "But I think..."

Zeng Keqiang changed the conversation, "The banknote number still has to be issued first. This is a formal process." "Let's do it, Jiang Han, you go and do this."

"Let's go to the post office for the rest of the people, and the handwriting is correct! We must dig out the murderer!"

post office.

Find the staff to understand.

They will keep the mailing list for three months.

"Okay, it's okay for three months. Help us find out all the mailing slips sent to Guangzhou." "Ah..."

The post office staff were almost crying. "It's too difficult." "At least five or six thousand copies..." "I have to find out for you next year."

"You don't need to check it!" Zeng Keqiang smiled and shook his head. "To be honest, even if you are willing to help us find it, we won't do it! We still need to correct the handwriting." "That's it! Come with me." He doesn't need him to find it.

The post office staff's complexion looks better now.

Turned around and walked back.

Everyone immediately followed.

Came to a warehouse behind the post office. "That's it!"

The post office worker reached out his hand.

"There are two cabinets on the 1st and 2nd, all you are looking for are here." "Is the one sent to the publishing house classified?" Huang Tao asked curiously. "This is..."

The post office staff looked embarrassed and shook his head helplessly, "You have to look for it from inside." "Okay, thanks a lot!"

Nodded at the other party, Zeng Keqiang made a shoulder-spreading movement, looked around again and again, his gaze flicked across everyone's faces. "Let's get started, this is a big project, wasteful and wasteful."

"No matter how big a project, it has to be done! How else would you catch the murderer? There are no chairs here, can we move these back?" Ji Jie looked around and asked. "Hey, it's so troublesome to use! We also have a free office here, so you can use it first." "Thank you for that!" Next.

Everyone moved all these mailing lists to an empty office.

Make a few copies of the slip of paper left by the robber.

One by one, he started to search the mailing list in the boundless area.

"Brother Qin Feng, don't you think this? It looks alike." Bai Ling handed a mailing slip to Qin Feng. "Well, it's really similar, the word is as bad as it is written. Unfortunately, the details are different, no!" "What about this?" "Neither."

"Hey, you haven't answered that question before." Zeng Keqiang said while checking, "Where did your kid learn this handwriting appraisal?" Qin Feng responded casually. "Hua! Then you have learned so much." Zeng Keqiang squinted at Qin Feng. It was full of suspiciousness.

"Frankly explain, how could it happen? Did you back me and Ji Jie and worship other masters!" "You're really welcome!"

Ji Jie rolled her eyes silently, "What do you mean by carrying me and you and worshiping other masters? It should be carrying me! But I don't mind." "Hey, a couple hundred days a day..."

"No, it's easy to say, it's called being a teacher for one day, and being a father for life!" "It seems to be only half a day, right?"

Ji Jie casually said that Zeng Keqiang was speechless. After a long pause, he stammered, "A long time!" "Alright, don't talk about it! I have found the murderer." Qin Feng took out a mailing slip and patted heavily on the table. "Unexpectedly!"

"Luck is not bad."

"On this mailing list, the line spacing, size, and details of the handwriting are exactly the same as those of the murderer..." "You're not trying to change the subject, are you?" Zeng Keqiang was a little unbelievable. "No, how could I be joking about this kind of thing?" "It's this person, Zhang Weili, whose address is—"

"Dongcheng District, Pingyuan Road Street, No. 426, the printing factory belongs to the community, Building 4, Unit 201." Knocked on the door of Zhang Weili's house.

What appeared was a man about 1.75 meters tall.

Look up and down.

The head is oilier.

Suit leather shoes.

Also wearing a pair of cheap leather shoes.

"Are you Zhang Weili?" Zeng Keqiang lowered his credentials and said sharply. "It's me! What are you looking for me for?"

"What do you want to do with you? Don't you know yourself? Go, come with us."

trial room.

It is also a combination of Qin Feng, Ji Jie and Zeng Keqiang.

One goes in.

Zeng Keqiang patted the note left by the murderer on the table in front of Zhang Weili. "The handwriting is exactly the same as yours. Did you write it?" "No!"

"Where were you at nine o'clock this morning?" Qin Feng took the conversation and asked.

At the time of questioning, the deterrence skills had also been used automatically.

Zhang Weili was trembling directly. "I……"

"I'm not robbing it!"

"Oh? Admit that you robbed the bank this morning?" Qin Feng was amused.

At first glance, this guy is the kind of not communicating with others.

People who live at home every day and devote themselves to their works.

Leading to confusion in thinking.

Qin Feng is a thousand-for-all, and I didn't expect Zhang Weili to admit it so quickly!

but!

Zhang 5.1 Weili's next reason was that Qin Feng didn't even think of it. "Can that be called robbing?" "Students' matter." "Stealing books is not called stealing."

"Grab a little money, I also want to publish a book for myself!" "Can that count as a grab?"

"Don't be here!" Zeng Keqiang was irritated and slapped the table heavily, "Frankly explain, where did the money go?" "Yes!"

Zhang Weili straightened his waist.

The clothes look like a matter of course.

"The money is not in my possession, how can it be considered that I grabbed it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Where is the money?? Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, put you in the newspaper, and see how you become a scholar in the future. I am afraid that you will lose the face of the scholar by then?" Qin Feng said in his heart. A clever, hit directly along the seven inches of this guy.

All of a sudden, the other party was stunned. "I……"

"You don't want to publish in the newspaper." "I said."

"When I ran with the money, the 100,000 yuan was robbed again."

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