"So, you hired a billionaire to be your assistant?"

Huo Wu came closer to Yingqian and muttered in a gossipy tone:

"Where's the reward? What did you promise him?"

Yingqian turned over a page of documents, took photos of the crime scene, and took a slow sip of milk tea.

"Friends don't pay attention to that."

The sweet aroma of milk tea blends with the invisible blood emitting from the photo.

Huo Wu sniffed.

He lowered his voice and asked:

"Tell the truth, are you betraying your lust?"

"Hue?" Yingqian frowned and photographed the entire document on Huo Wu's face, "Why do you say that? Am I that kind of person?!"

Huo Wu wailed.

Rubbing his sour nose, he yelled angrily:

"Otherwise? Apart from your appearance, what else can you sell?"

"What do you know?"

Yingqian drank the milk tea bought by Ji Chiyu and sneered three times in an imposing manner.

"This is called charisma!"

Huo Wu still wanted to refute.

But when Ying Zhan glanced at him, he suddenly became silent like a quail.

"It stands to reason that based on the conditions at the crime scene, the testimony provided by the owner of the Night Hotel, and the physical information of the person who attacked you, the suspect can be roughly identified."

Ying Zhan's voice paused.

After turning over another page of documents, he was about to speak, but Yingqian took the initiative.

"It's just that you found that there is no such person around the victim, right?"

She was lying on the table, sipping milk tea and yawning lazily.

That state of not listening in class.

Huo Wu looked at it and shook his head.

But by accident.

The words that came out of Ying Qian’s mouth.

This is the key point of this case.

Ying Zhan frowned even more tightly, and the black and blue under his eyes were a bit heavier than when Ying Qian last saw him.

He asked:

"How do you know?"

"We made an appointment at a night hotel, which is remote and has no surveillance. The boss is not even at the front desk, and no one knows when he will come in." Yingqian raised his eyes and said in a long voice: "I know it, they are not

What does it have to do with being able to see the light?"

Ying Zhan closed the document with a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems that I have thought of something.

"But the deceased's mobile phone is missing, how can I check it?"

Huo Wu held his chin, blinked his wet eyes like a pet dog, and said:

"Although the call records were retrieved from the operator, I checked them one by one and found nothing special."

"If you don't have a clue about the current relationship, you can look for it in the past. Don't miss any subtle connections. There is no airtight wall in the world. You can always find clues."

Finished the last sip of milk tea.

Ying Qian stood up and raised her fingers towards Ying Zhan.

"There are already many people here looking at the documents. Shall we go visit?"

Perhaps due to being trapped by the infection, Huo Wu also yawned and said angrily:

"How about I go with you? Brother Ying still has..."

"good."

Before Huo Wu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Zhan.

He picked up his coat.

He left the task force with Yingqian.

Only Huo Wu is left.

Blinking his eyes, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"The deceased's social relationship was not complicated, it could even be said to be simple. His parents died young, and apart from a few estranged friends, he was her husband."

Ying Zhan has long legs and walks vigorously.

Minutes away from the task force.

He explained to Yingqian the social relations of the deceased.

He didn't notice her at all, and it was quite difficult to follow her.

This must be a straight man.

Or drink more hot water at the cosmic level.

Ying Qian sighed.

After struggling to keep up with Ying Zhan's footsteps, she asked breathlessly:

"So the person we are going to see now is the husband of the deceased?"

She was sweating profusely.

Hanging on the temples.

A strand of black hair stuck to her fair cheek.

She frowned.

Even the red lips were tightened.

Yingqian wrote a face full of complaints and disdain

But something rare made her feel a little more real.

Let Yingqian follow that mysterious and dangerous special consultant.

He became a normal person standing next to Ying Zhan.

This idea just came to me.

Ying Zhan stepped on the accelerator.

Yingqian took a breath of air. Fortunately, she fastened her seat belt as soon as she got into the car, otherwise she would have been thrown out.

How reluctant are you to go out with her?

It’s hard for Ying Zhan.

Halfway through the journey.

Ying Zhan finally spoke.

"The deceased's husband had already conducted an inquiry when he was notified to come to identify the body."

Yingqian tapped his fingertips on the glass window like a child, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked:

"How is the status?"

"It's very bad." Ying Zhan thought for a moment and then said: "And there is a definite alibi."

"People can lie, they can also disguise their alibi. Even if he didn't do it, he might be an accomplice."

Ying Qian took a breath of cold air, and countless thoughts passed through his mind in an instant.

She frowned.

I thought carefully for a moment.

Asked again:

"Isn't there a high probability that if one of the husband and wife is killed, the other spouse is responsible?"

"yes."

Ying Zhan answered quickly.
To be continued...