Hearing this, Sister Ling frowned slightly.

If Song Hua's hypothesis is true, then the real murder weapon must have been thrown into one of the three garbage rooms.

...

Huangting Apartment is a high-end wealthy area.

But after the garbage in the garbage room is recycled, it will be pulled to the garbage disposal station.

The garbage at the garbage disposal station is cleared once a week.

Today happens to be the sixth day.

After learning the news, Sister Ling immediately took her team members to the garbage disposal station to look for the murder weapon.

Song Hua is also here.

She sat there quietly. Although her posture was casual, a powerful aura erupted from her body.

"Sister Ling." Group member Wu Hao lowered his voice and moved closer to Sister Ling.

Sister Ling stayed up almost all night in order to investigate the case. At this time, she was physically and mentally exhausted. She leaned on the back of the back seat with her eyes closed and said, "Say."

"If Miss Song's assumption is wrong, then wouldn't our hard work for a long time be in vain?"

Say it again.

The smell of a garbage station in the summer is not good.

Wu Hao felt a little nauseous at the thought of going to the garbage station to look for garbage.

"We will not miss any detail when handling the case. As long as it is a reasonable guess, we will follow this line of investigation. Xiao Wu, you have been an intern in our group for a while, how come you don't even have this awareness?"

"Okay Sister Ling, I understand."

After a while, the police car arrived at the garbage disposal station.

The processing station is much larger than everyone thinks.

Because it is summer, flies and mosquitoes are flying everywhere, making it buzzing.

The stench of rotting garbage penetrates your nostrils and makes your scalp numb.

Wu Hao glanced at Song Hua.

With Song Hua's light words, all the members of their group were able to come and dig through the trash.

She herself was at ease, she didn't have to do anything, just talk.

Wu Hao was speechless. It would be fine if Song Hua really had evidence to prove that the real murder weapon was in the garbage dump.

Unfortunately, all this is just Song Hua's guess.

Furthermore, the garbage dump is so big, how long will it take for them to find it before it can end?

At this moment.

Sister Ling handed out masks, protective clothing and rubber gloves to everyone.

Song Hua took the mask and gloves and put them on, and then put on the blue protective clothing.

She didn't tie up her hair today, and the thousands of black hairs were just hanging down her head, like a waterfall. She looked nice, but after all, she didn't look like she was going to work.

Wu Hao frowned slightly.

Song Hua is good at pretending.

She didn't believe that Song Hua, a wealthy young lady, could rummage through garbage with people like them!

It's impossible to imagine with your toes.

At this moment, he looked at Sister Ling beside him and asked: "Officer Zhao, can you lend me your pen?"

"Okay." Sister Ling took out the black pen from her pocket and handed it to Song Hua.

Song Hua took the pen with her left hand and pulled up her hair with her right hand. Then the ordinary pen holder turned into a hairpin in her deft hands. Soon, her hair was pulled up and fixed by the pen holder, revealing a length of fair and long hair.

Swan neck.

Elegant.

Sister Ling smiled and said, "Miss Song is so skillful."

"Actually, it's really simple."

Then, under the instructions of the garbage dump staff, everyone began to rummage through the garbage. As they turned over the garbage, Wu Hao was surprised that Song Hua did not stand aside and talk. Like everyone else, she also started

Bending down to rummage through the trash.

Although the stench was very strong, Song Hua didn't even frown.

It would be a lie to say I'm not surprised.

Song Hua.

It seemed to be very different from the wealthy young lady she knew.

soon.

It's getting dark.

More than a dozen people rummaged through the rubbish dump for several hours, but still found nothing.

Wu Hao was so tired that he collapsed on the ground. He didn't even care about getting dirty. He didn't even wash his hands. He took the water handed over by his colleague and took a big sip. "How long do we have to find it? Our sister Ling also

I trust the eldest lady of the Song family so much, she will let us find where we are now with just one word!"

My colleague also looked tired, "Who knows!"

At this moment.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

"Found it! I found it!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Hao and his colleagues looked at each other and ran over there immediately.

Sister Ling and Song Hua also put down their things and walked over.

Lin Chenyang was seen holding a bag and said excitedly: "I found it, there is a kitchen knife in it!"

No one expected to find this kitchen knife in the garbage dump, including Wu Hao.

Sister Ling took the bag.

There is indeed a kitchen knife inside.

It's the same type of kitchen knife currently stained with blood in the police station.

The kitchen knife should have been cleaned, had no blood stains, and was packed in a white shopping bag.

The shopping bag also has the brand logo printed on it.

Sister Ling and others immediately took the kitchen knife back to the police station for identification.

After comparing the knife edge with the wound of the deceased, it was finally confirmed that the real murder weapon was indeed a kitchen knife found in the garbage dump.

But this does not alleviate Song Boyang's suspicion.

Because there are no fingerprints found on this kitchen knife.

It can be seen from this.

The murderer is very cautious. Even if he throws away the real murder weapon, he does not forget to deal with all traces.

Sister Ling looked at the assistant, handed her the shopping bag, and then said: "Go and check whether Song Yiyan and Zhou Yan, who live with Liu Manshan, have purchased this brand recently."

If you can't find your fingerprints, you can only look for clues on the shopping bags.

"OK."

After finishing her words, Sister Ling looked at Song Hua, "Since the murder weapon has been cleaned, the murderer will definitely leave traces in the kitchen or bathroom at home... Miss Song, how about we go to the crime scene now?"

She now completely trusts Song Hua.

"good."

soon.

We arrived at Huangting Apartment.

Because there is one apartment per elevator, the entire 30th floor was cordoned off.

The two of them just stepped out of the elevator.

Then I saw a dark shadow coming out of room 3001.

The steps are hurried.

"Who!" Sister Ling subconsciously touched the gun at her waist, "Stop!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Good evening, fairies.

In fact, Yin Yin rarely hurts my aunt.

But I don't know what happened this time.

I listened to the advice of my friends and boiled some brown sugar water to drink. I thought it would be better today, but I still feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!