It was Jing Tianrui who was back.

Thinking that the captain was still inside, Pei Dongchang, who was responsible for venting the news, immediately chased after him: "Mr. Jing, wait!"

After a pause, Jing Tianrui, who was standing at the door, turned his head and looked at Pei Dongchang with a slightly puzzled look: "What are you?"

Although I saw it in the morning, Pei Dongchang was wearing casual clothes at this moment, and Jing Tianrui could not recognize it all at once.

"I am from the Criminal Investigation Department of the Police Department. I want to find out about the murder of Uncle Qin." Pei Dongchang said directly.

"What else do you have to ask me for? I've said everything I should say in the morning!" Jing Tianrui's eyes flashed with panic and he said with a little alert.

"Oh, haven't you worked with Uncle Qin? I guess you should know more about him, so I would like to ask if he knows what other hobbies he has in addition to raising grasshoppers, and whether he has ever made grudges with anyone!" Pei Dongchang took out his pen and notebook seriously and said.

"Sir, I really don't know much about this. I've said everything I know!" Jing Tianrui shook his head and said.

"If you remember the memories well, maybe there is something to forget!" Pei Dongchang said with a stern and eye-catching manner.

"Sir, why don't you give me some time? I'll go back and think about it carefully. When I think of me going to find you?" Jing Tianrui frowned and said.

"Okay, I'll give you time now, and you'll think about it slowly!"

"Sir, why don't you go to your house to sit and have a cup of tea? I'll tell you what I think of!" As he said that, Jing Tianrui turned around and was about to open the door.

Pei Dongchang was about to go up to stop him, but the door suddenly opened from the inside and walked out alone.

"You...why are you in my house? Sir, there is a thief...ah!" Jing Tianrui was slightly stunned, then turned his head and shouted at Pei Dongchang.

Bang!

Chu Mufeng, who had just left the door, saw Jing Tianrui standing at the door, and he knocked him down without saying a word.

With his intentional calculations but no intentions, and with Chu Mufeng's mastery of grappling skills, Jing Tianrui naturally had no power to fight back and knelt on the ground and started to wail.

"What are you...what are you going to do? Sir, hurry up and catch him, this gangster dares to commit murder!"

"Fuck, this is our Captain Chu!"

Seeing Chu Mufeng arresting people, Pei Dongchang naturally stepped forward to help, took out the handcuffs and scolded him!

Then, Chu Mufeng took off Jing Tianrui's chin in a sloppy manner. You should know that spies of this era usually hide poison at the collars. Once things are exposed, they will take poison and commit suicide without hesitation.

This matter has to be guarded against.

However, Chu Mufeng obviously overestimated Jing Tianrui, and his collar was not as fatal as he imagined.

He pulled him up from the ground, and Chu Mufeng waved his hand and said, "Take him back!"

In the interrogation room.

After a long time, Jing Tianrui, who was finally hooked up, had his face flushed, stared at Chu Mufeng with his eyes, and shouted in the duck's voice.

"You are all policemen. You openly break into private houses in broad daylight and arrest people for no reason. Do you know that this is illegal?"

"Breaking the law?"

Chu Mufeng stood up, walked forward a few steps, his eyes showed a playful look, and he glanced at him slantedly.

"You also know that we are policemen. What do you think you are doing when you go to your house? Are you going to treat you to a meal?"

"You...what do you mean?"

As if he couldn't accept Chu Mufeng's joke, Jing Tianrui shouted with a blue face: "I know you are the captain and are responsible for the murder of my senior brother. If you don't hurry up and solve the case, why do you go to my house? Do you think the murderer will hide in my house?"

"This is not accurate!" Chu Mufeng said calmly.

"You're simply unreasonable."

Jing Tianrui looked angry and choked and said, "My senior brother's body is not cold now. You policemen will not catch the murderer. Go to my house to investigate. Have you found any valuable clues? If not, I will sue you to break into a private house!"

The jury was Wang Gezhi and Pei Dongchang.

The two of them didn't know what to sell in Chu Mufeng's gourd, so they could only remain silent.

"Breaking into a private house?"

Chu Mufeng tapped the table with his fingers, looked at Jing Tianrui and mocked: "Do you think you are very clever and cleaned up all the traces? So we have no clues at all. Don't you think you are the murderer?"

"What? Do you say I am the murderer? Do you say I am the senior brother I killed?" Jing Tianrui seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke in the world, and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth.

"I know that you, a group of unscrupulous police officers, are doing this. Whenever you encounter a case that cannot be solved, just find someone to push the tank. I am the one you are going to pull out the tank, right?"

"Are you trying to make a fuss? Let me tell you, my newspaper has friends. If you want to refer to a deer as a horse, you will turn black and white..."

"Inverted black and white!"

Chu Mufeng's palm fisted and slammed into the table, which scared Jing Tianrui so much that he shook his mind and stopped talking.

Then, he scolded with a torched look: "Jing Tianrui, you are really not dead if you are not in the Yellow River. Do you think we have no clues? To be honest, I have now obtained enough evidence to prove that you are the real murderer!"

"You should have done something unexpected, not planned for a long time, so after you killed someone, you just wiped out some obvious traces, but inadvertently exposed some other information."

"Are you a left-handed?" Chu Mufeng changed his mind.

"Yes! What's wrong?" Jing Tianrui nodded.

"The deceased was killed by a severe attack on the left side of the back of the head. According to the situation on the scene, there were no traces of fighting. In other words, the perpetrator should know the deceased, so he could easily enter his home and launch a sneak attack behind the deceased."

"According to normal people's habits, if you commit a crime with your right hand, you should hit the right side of the back of the deceased's head. Only left-handed people will hit the left side." Chu Mufeng casually gestured in the void and said.

"So what? Can't the murderer do it deliberately? Besides, there are too many left-handed people, why do you say I am the murderer?" Jing Tianrui argued unwillingly, but there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Of course, this is just a matter of doubt, so I will go to your house and have a look."

As he said that, Chu Mufeng picked up a notebook from the desktop casually and said, "This is the deceased's note, I believe you have no intention to read it. But you will never dream of it because of your temporary greed, and another big flaw."

"The deceased's notes said that he had just collected a top-quality flower-film porcelain-woven gourd for raising grasshoppers this morning. It was carved with landscape patterns and had been patinaed, which made him unable to let go of it."

"But I didn't find that gourd at the scene, but I saw it at your house. After all, you also like to raise grasshoppers. It's not an exaggeration to see this gourd." Chu Mufeng said slowly.

"You...you are far-fetched. What's wrong with having a gourd in my raising grasshoppers?" Jing Tianrui argued.

"Yes, it's normal to have a similar gourd, but there is a toad that the deceased accidentally discovered last night and looked at Qing'er. Is this a coincidence?" Chu Mufeng's eyes seemed to be about to penetrate the other person's chest.

Toad snores to look at Qing'er?

What the hell is that?

Wang Gezhi and Pei Dongchang, who didn't know much about raising grasshoppers, both looked at Chu Mufeng curiously.

"This... I raised it myself, what's wrong?" Jing Tianrui's pupils shrank slightly, and he still argued.

"Hmph, raise it yourself? You think Qing'er is a cabbage, and you can raise it if you want to raise it?"

Chu Mufeng continued: "And, in your house, I saw another crucial thing: the murder weapon!"

"Murder weapon? Where is there any weapon in my house?" Jing Tianrui said with a pale face.

"Of course this is it!"

As he said that, Chu Mufeng took out a thick inkstone from his pocket and put it on the table!

"According to the knowledge of the murder scene, the fatal injury suffered by the deceased was a hard object hit in the back of his head. What is the most consistent with the shape of the wound in his room?"

"I have also imagined several possibilities, such as stones, vases, stools... but they all don't feel like it, because the shape of the wound is patterned."

"With this question, when I was searching your house, I saw this inkstone. I thought at that time that this inkstone must have killed Uncle Qin." Chu Mufeng concluded with a word.

In other words, there is no DNA testing method in this era, otherwise, Chu Mufeng would be sure that there would definitely be residual tissues of the dead on it.

"Although you wiped this inkstone cleanly, Jing Tianrui, don't you think it's abrupt to put a pen and ink on your desk, but there is no ink brush. "

"As for the deceased Uncle Qin's house, the three treasures of the study are placed at home, the only thing missing is the inkstone. Do you think it's not obvious enough?"

Seeing Chu Mufeng come up with powerful evidence one after another, sweat beads appeared on Jing Tianrui's forehead, his lips trembled slightly, and his face turned from white to blue.

"To be honest, I can understand that you took the gourd and Kan Qing'er, but I really don't know why you took the inkstone away without destroying it. Even if you throw it away on the road, it's safer than staying at home as evidence of guilt, right?"

"Or why don't I guess, although you don't use an inkstone, there are people you know who like this thing, so after you smash Uncle Qin to death, you might as well take it away, so as not to leave any handles and traces, right?" Chu Mufeng's analysis made Jing Tianrui's eyes widen, and a sense of timidity appeared in his heart.

Is this person with the surname Chu a divine fortune-telling?

How can it be calculated so accurately?

"I... why can't I have an inkstone? Why do I say that this inkstone is from Uncle Qin and is a weapon? I still said that I didn't kill anyone."

Jing Tianrui is a stubborn duck and has made up his mind to refuse to plead guilty. So what if he lets the other party analyze it one by one?

"Don't be stubborn, I have a third clue here, that is the witness!"
Chapter completed!