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After leaving Fang Qing's family, Xia Liang fell into a mental dilemma.

Based on his interrogation experience learned at the police academy, there are strange things in Fang Qing’s confession and absenteeism.

This was very different from his expectations. He beat him in his heart and did not want the mother and daughter to have something to do with the murderer.

He felt upset.

Especially when he thought that he was cheated by his brother-in-law last night, Xing Guangkun returned to the cold storage and found the two extra footprints, so he had to peel him off and show his public.

"Old Xia, what are you thinking? You are driving." Zhao Gang felt a little depressed when he saw that he had been absent-minded.

Xia Liang still didn't say anything. He held the steering wheel, let go of his hand, threw the notes in his pocket into Zhao Gang's arms, and opened the car door directly.

"You drive the car back to the bureau to report."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll go to the cold storage and take a look. If you have anything to do, I have to explain to Team Xing." Xia Liang decided to confess that he would be lenient. The journey from Fu'an Community to the seafood market is less than one kilometer.

"No, I didn't bring my driver's license! Ah Dong, did you bring my driver's license? Hello, Lao Xia!"

"You are already a mature policeman, think of your own way."

Xia Liang ignored Zhao Gang, who looked helpless, and left directly.

When I arrived at the cold storage, I saw Xing Guangkun and his party working hard. The door of the cold storage was closed, and Xing Guangkun was calling outside.

Xia Liang walked forward and before he could speak, Xing Guangkun had already seen him.

"Xiaoxia, how about your on-site investigation?"

Xia Liang was stunned.

"There is no suspicious place at the scene, but Fang Qing's confession...is a bit vague."

Xing Guangkun nodded, Xia Liang hesitated a little, and spoke, but heard him say:

"I'll talk about it later. I'm busy now. If you want to study the site, just open the door and go in. Everyone is still inside."

Xia Liang responded in a daze and was about to follow what he said and walk into the cold storage. As soon as he pulled the door handle, he was pulled by Team Xing again. He took off his thick down jacket and stuffed it into Xia Liang's arms.

"You can't be so cold that I don't wear clothes."

Xia Liang was stunned and said thank you. Xing Guangkun had already brought the phone to his ear and said something, and waved his hand at him.

Xia Liang walked into the cold storage and saw seven or eight detectives wearing gloves and shoe covers running around, and Lao Lin was also in the investigation team here.

"Xia Liang, come here to help."

Lao Lin called him to help push the rack that was originally used to block the door. Three or four people pushed the rack to the side of the cold storage door with force. Another criminal policeman raised the plastic box for fish and placed it on the rack. In this way, the box was like hanging between the rack and the door.

Xia Liang asked:

"Are you guys restoring the secret room?"

"Yes," Lao Lin exclaimed:

"I can't figure it out no matter how you think about it. You said that this trick is not difficult to understand. It's the same principle as a primary school student putting powder on the classroom door and teasing his classmates - this rack blocks the door, and there is not enough space for one person to get through, so he can only push the rack. Once the rack is pushed, the box will fall off... The problem is that this rack is taller than the door, and people who hit the outside can't see the box at all, and they must have been trapped... Isn't this unsolvable..."

Xia Liang hesitated for a moment and said:

"Actually... it's not unsolvable. Because the murderer knows about the box."

"Ah?" Old Lin widened his eyes.

Xia Liang sighed and lowered his voice.

"Actually, in the early morning, my brother-in-law and I came to investigate..."

He urged Zhu Ansheng to investigate the investigation process that he had been instigated by Zhu Ansheng and stayed in the cold storage overnight, all the time to tell the criminal police present, of course, including Zhu Ansheng's speculation that "the murderer was the one who played the deceased in the middle of the night." After hearing this, the few people felt like they could see the blue sky through the clouds and mist.

"So that's it... no wonder I know there is a box on this shelf."

"The suspicion that neither of the two suspects responded when destroying the body can be explained..."

"I'll call now and ask. If those two people can prove that the deceased asked to put the box on, then this speculation will probably be true..."

After finding a new investigation direction, the team members seemed to have a dose of chicken blood and started to work hard again. Xia Liang quietly pulled Lao Lin and asked:

"When Team Xing came here today, did you find the footprints left by my brother-in-law and I?"

Lao Lin glanced at him and kept shaking his head:

"Xiaoxia, I always think you are very smart. Now I don't know if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid."

Xia Liang was puzzled. Lao Lin sighed in a sigh:

"Not what you think, Team Xing has been doing so many years old, and when he encounters such a big case that has not been seen once every few years, how could he make a low-level mistake of only blocking the crime scene and not locking the door..."

Xia Liang suddenly widened his eyes, and was surprised.

"You mean... Team Xing intended to let his brother-in-law in..."

Lao Lin looked around and said in a low voice:

"When you came over, you saw Team Xing. Did he say anything about you?"

"This is not..."

"That's all! There were footprints in the cold storage, and the sealing tape at the door was obviously newly posted. Everyone is in this industry, so they are not so clumsy that they don't even see such details, right? In fact, everyone knows it in their hearts, so don't worry about Lao Zhu."

Lao Lin patted his shoulder and continued to think about the clues in the cold storage. After a while, he said casually:

"Your brother-in-law is actually trying to protect you. He is a private detective and cannot participate in solving the case in principle. If the murderer uses the same method as he speculated, the credit for solving the case will still fall on you..."

Xia Liang was speechless, stood there for a while, and murmured again:

"Why did Team Xing treat his brother-in-law like this?"

On the surface, he always strictly prohibited Zhu Ansheng's actions to investigate the case, and he was merciless, but he always turned a blind eye to him in private... He was quite confused about the mystery in this.

The cold storage door opened. After calling, Xing Guangkun walked in to inquire about the progress of the investigation. He really didn't ask the two extra footprints on the ground. Xia Liang listened to Lao Lin tell Xing Guangkun "Xia Liang's speculation". Xing Guangkun made several calls again and arranged for the police officers on the other end of the police station to adjust the focus of interrogating Zhang Jianhong and Liu Zhongwei's confession.

Xing Guangkun asked Xia Liang a few questions about the new speculation details, and Xia Liang subconsciously replied. After a while, he remembered something and asked Xing Guangkun the opinion of "let the two suspects return to the scene to help awaken the memory." Team Xing thought about it for a while and said, "It's indeed a solution."

After that, Xia Liang had nothing to do. He roughly told Captain Xing about the confession he had written from Fang Qing, returned the down jacket to him, and left the cold storage.

After walking out of the Huangsha Seafood Market, as the White Accord drove back to the police station for Zhao Gang and his party, Xia Liang waved to the taxi on the street, and several taxis with clear empty license plates rushed past him without stopping.

Xia Liang was a little puzzled, and raised his hand to look at his watch and it was almost six o'clock. He was anxious and hurriedly walked up the road and forced a taxi to stop an empty car.

The driver's window rolled down, and the driver shrank his neck and looked bitter:

"Police officer, I didn't violate the rules?"

Xia Liang was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the police uniform on his body, and was amused and crying.

Sitting in the taxi seat, Xia Liang dialed the phone.

"Doctor Wu, yes, it's me, Xia Liang... Have you sent the email to what I want? OK..."

The master of the driver was sitting in the driver's seat with needles and needles, driving carefully, looking around, for fear of violating the traffic rules. The speed of the car did not exceed 50 from beginning to end, and basically picked up all the sets learned from the driving school. The trip from Huangsha to Tianhe took him for fifty minutes. Looking at the jumping meter, the master of the master of the driver felt even more nervous than Xia Liang.

When he arrived near Shahe Welfare Home, the price table showed that the price was 58 yuan. The judge was about to say that he would just put a fraction of it, but Xia Liang had already taken out a fifty-year-old and a twenty-year-old.

"Thank you for your hard work. Don't look for it."

I arrived at the "Ansheng Detective Office" and rang the doorbell. In less than a second, the walkie-talkie next to the door was connected, and Zhu Ansheng's voice came.

"Come in."

Xia Liang was a little surprised and turned the handle and the door was indeed not locked.

The office was still as messy as I saw, but there was no smell of food rotting. He walked around the messy cardboard boxes on the ground, lifted up the clothes hanger that had fallen to the ground, and heard a sound coming from the inner room.

"Here."

He walked in, and that was Zhu Ansheng's reception room - the only place in the whole house that looked like a little human.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong and pungent smell of coffee penetrated into his nose. Xia Liang frowned and looked at the table in the middle.

Coffee was burning on the other end - Zhu Ansheng didn't even have a normal kettle, so he got a set of flask test tubes from somewhere and directly used an alcohol lamp to make coffee.

Zhu Ansheng sat in front of the workbench in the corner. He turned his head and the haggard expression on his face scared Xia Liang.

A pair of musicians whose eyes are as dark as death rock.

"Drink coffee?"

"No...I don't like coffee."

"oh."

Zhu Ansheng took off the flask and poured the coffee inside into the cup. Xia Liang noticed that the coffee was as thick as corn paste, and he didn't know how much coffee powder was added.

He knew it soon.

Zhu Ansheng put the flask back on the alcohol lamp, then took out a large bag of instant coffee from the corner, dismantled five or six packets and threw them into the flask, and then lifted a pigment bucket from the ground. Pour the tap water inside into the flask, and stirring it with a spoon, it looked like mixing cement.

This curious scene made him think of the sloppy underground workshop in "Fighting Club".

Zhu Ansheng picked up the cup and drank the thick coffee in one go. His expression was distorted, just like drinking horse urine.
To be continued...