Solving A Case: My Teacher is Ji Jie

Then.

The murderer grabbed the woman's right shoulder with one hand.

The other hand took out a dagger.

Squat down slightly.

Stabbed the woman's belly again and again.

Go in with one cut.

Qin Feng's sight disappeared.

Back to the scene.

Slightly shook his head, reminding himself that he is back to reality now~. Qin Feng immediately checked the corpse of the dead woman.

Two minutes later.

Qin Feng stood up.

"The time of death was ten o'clock last night from left to right." Then the question came.

According to the situation seen in the [murderer's vision], she and the murderer should have known each other.

But.

Why should she come here? And... who is she?

This is the problem that needs to be solved most now.

It is also the most important information for any murder case.

"Take some pictures and ask the surrounding villagers with them." "Maybe someone knows her."

"I have a feeling that the deceased should be from a nearby village." "Agree."

Yang Zhen looked at the corpse with his hands on his hips and nodded thoughtfully. "There are no traces of resistance or bondage on the deceased."

"And also wearing a low-heeled leather shoes, there must be no long-distance walks."

"There are only two possibilities."

"One, she's nearby, and she's free to go shopping here." "But the possibility of this possibility is too low." Qin Feng smiled and shook his head, and took the conversation. "I think it should be the second one."

"The murderer knew her and asked her here."

"But, even so, I don't think anyone will come to such a place at night." "Unless she is familiar with it."

"Hey, leave the rest to the forensic doctor and the trace inspection team. Let's investigate the identity of the deceased first." Take out the camera and take a picture.

Qin Feng went to a nearby shop where the photos were printed and printed them out.

Yang Zhen left and looked at the scene.

The other people in the six groups walked into Zhaoqu Village with photos in groups of two.

Qin Feng is naturally a group with Bai Ling.

I ran into someone who looked like a villager on the road.

Just take out the photo and ask. "Hello, do you know her?" "Oh, thank you!"

"Do you know this person?" asked a dozen passers-by.

The other party shook their heads.

"Wow, Brother Qin Feng, didn't you say that you should be from this village? Why don't you know any of them!" Bai Ling smiled bitterly. "It's normal."

"This is a village in a city, not a suburb."

I saw seven or eight old women sitting on the steps of the street. "Furthermore, it's this village. It's a village. There are more than 10,000 people." "How many faces do you think a person can remember at most?" "It's good to be able to remember a few hundred." "Oh!"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Bai Ling, I think we may have to know the identity of the deceased." From Qin Feng's experience.

These are all idle, sitting on the side of the road for a whole day.

And there are eight days of such aunts in ten days.

It is the people who know the most about a village.

After all, if you are idle, you will have a chat when you see someone passing by the side of the road!

Definitely an excellent source of news.

A tick at the corner of the mouth.

Qin Feng walked quickly to the aunts.

"Auntie, I'm Jingcha, can I ask you a question?"

Qin Feng handed over the photo. "Do you know her?"

"Let me see, hey, isn't this the one."

"The new wife of the old Li's family is also from our village. She is from the west side of the village. She is called Lin Yin! Yes, she is called by this name." A half-white-haired aunt affirmed. "Lin Yin? Isn't that my neighbor?"

An aunt with short hair, sitting on the farthest step, walked over quickly.

I took a look at the photos in Qin Feng's hands. "Well, it's Lin Yin!" "Oh? Is it such a coincidence?"

Qin Feng raised her brows and passed the photo over, "Auntie, are you sure?" "Nonsense, isn't it." "Can my neighbor admit his mistake?" The aunt gave Qin Feng a blank eye.

"That's her, that's right. As for Officer Jing, what are you doing with her picture?" "She committed a crime?" "Impossible!"

"How can Yinyin, a very honest girl, commit a crime?" "Impossible!"

"No, she was killed." Bai Ling said.

"what?"

The aunt with short hair took two steps back.

Then he stood firm. "Killed?"

"I know who did it!"

"It must be Jiang Dali. This beast is not an individual!"

"Ah, aunt, don't worry, you speak slowly, who is this Jiang Dali! Why are you so sure that he did it?" "Jiang Dali is also my neighbor." The aunt said slowly.

"I married a daughter-in-law eight years ago and gave birth to a son." 0.. . . Ask for flowers.

"As a result, the daughter-in-law divorced him within a few years." "Later, Jiang Dali and Lin Yin got better." "What do you mean by this!"

With that, the aunt sighed and patted the back of her left hand with her right hand.

A very regrettable look.

"Lin Yin is not married yet, so why would he be willing to be with that Jiang Dali!" "He is a second married and has a child."

"And the job is not good, just an ordinary worker."

"If a few decades ago, workers would have been a good job, stable, and iron rice bowls." "But now any worker would dare to say that he has a rice bowl iron!" "I can't tell when I will be laid off."

"Daddy Lin Yin didn't agree with this matter, and her mother even threatened to die." "In this way, Lin Yin splits up with him."

"After two months, Lin Yin married a young man named Li." "I heard that the man was Lin Yin's elementary and junior high school classmate."

"Whether someone else works! I work in a public institution. This job has both face and leeway. Why is it not better than the worker Jiang Dali?" "These two people have been married for more than two months now." "Children." what!"

The aunt grabbed Qin Feng's arm and said, "The aunt is here. Listening to the aunt, it must be Jiang Dali." "He hates Lin Yin for marrying other people. If he doesn't get it, he wants to destroy it!" "Thank you, aunt. ."

"Aunt, can you take us to Jiang Dali and Lin Yin's house?" asked this aunt.

Qin Feng looked at the gray-haired aunt at the beginning, "Aunty, can you take us to Lin Yin's husband's house?" "It works, but it works."

The gray-haired aunt pointed to Qin Feng and then to Bai Ling. "You, who of you two will go with me?"

"Oh, this matter, our people will come over later."

Qin Feng smiled and nodded, and immediately walked three or four meters away and called Ji Jie, Jiang Han, and Yang Zhen.

I told them everything I investigated here.

Then let them come to themselves.

Prepare to visit these three.

Less than ten minutes.

They all came.

Jiang Han once followed the gray-haired aunt to Lin Yin's husband Li Ming's house.

Qin Feng and others followed the short-haired aunt to Lin Yin's parents' house.

It was determined from their two elders that the dead was Lin Yin.

Then everyone came to Jiang Dali's house together.

At this time, the gate of his house was still locked. pill.

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