Not waiting for Ying Zhan to ask.

Yingqian had already taken out her cell phone, tiptoed to the side, and quietly made a call.

After a while.

She ran back to Ying Zhan with a proud look on her face.

"Wait twenty minutes before going up. Believe me, he is the reincarnation of Oscar, and he can't hide it from us this time!"

Yingqian raised his eyebrows.

He waved the phone in front of Ying Zhan's eyes for a moment.

Before he could see it clearly, he stuffed it back into his pocket.

She wrote with pride all over her face.

His black eyes sparkled.

The curve of the red lips is mysterious and cunning.

But strangely, it doesn't make Ying Zhan annoying.

Twenty minutes later.

Ying Zhan opened the corridor door and asked:

"What did you do?"

"It's okay." Ying Qian followed Ying Zhan into the dark and dull corridor and muttered casually, "I just brought in a temporary lie detector."

"Polygraph?"

"It's rare to see such high technology, isn't it?"

Yingqian smiled proudly and waved away the flying smoke. She gave a thumbs up and shouted arrogantly:

"I have connections above!"

Ying Zhan ignored her.

He glanced at Yingqian with an indifferent expression.

He walked up the stairs with his long legs.

"Don't you understand what a joke this is?" Yingqian smacked his lips, recalling the sweet smell of milk tea, and said, "Even people of my grandfather's generation would laugh."

Ying Zhan paused in his steps.

But he didn't look back.

His back was as cold as steel.

With a frightening pressure.

Even the primary school students who were playing around looked at him and straightened their backs subconsciously.

Seeing this scene, Yingqian couldn't help but sigh.

This man is really serious.

He's so old-fashioned that he's like an emotionless investigative machine.

She was afraid that she would have to live in the morgue before she could chat with Ying Zhan.

The deceased lived on the fourth floor.

Ying Zhan has long legs and can walk quite fast.

As he knocked on the door, Yingqian climbed up the last flight of stairs panting.

But the moment the door opened.

She immediately adjusted her breathing and showed a very professional expression.

The smell of alcohol blew along the crack in the door.

It was so strong that Ying Zhan even frowned.

"Who?"

A hoarse voice sounded.

The man poked his head out from the door, staring at Yingqian with swollen eyes.

He is not very old, about 28 or 29 years old, tall and thin, and barely good-looking.

But at this time, his face was withered, he smelled of alcohol, and there were still large bruises under his eyes.

It was as if all the energy and energy had been sucked away.

"Hello, we still have some things to ask about your wife's case. We hope it won't disturb you too much."

Yingqian took a step forward, quietly grabbed the corner of Ying Zhan's clothes, and winked at him.

"Haven't we already asked all the questions?"

The man rubbed his eyes vigorously, burped, and murmured in a trembling voice:

"If you don't catch the murderer, why do you come to me again and again? I've been waiting for you every day, but you have no news at all..."

He grabbed his hair hard.

The whole person is a little crazy.

He didn't stop and kept mumbling in a low voice.

"I beg you, find that beast quickly... My family and everything about me have been destroyed by him!"

He blocked the door.

Tears rolled down from his red eyes.

This made the aunt who came downstairs look sideways.

"How pitiful."

Seeing the man's appearance, the aunt sighed and murmured in a low voice as she passed by Yingying:

"How could such a good couple encounter such bad luck? Everyone is confused."

Yingqian kicked the crying man away.

He comforted him with a few words of patience and good temper.

I really hesitated for a long time.

With Ying Zhan by my side.

She shouldn't be too rude, lest she loses her favorability.

I was just about to say a few gentle words of concern.

Ying Zhan spoke first:

"The information you provide can help us better solve the case."

His face was grim.

His voice softened.

"Please have your condolences."

Ying Zhan's patience was much more than Yingqian imagined.

Even if you are blocked from the door.

She was still trying to calm the man's emotions.

She couldn't help but look over.

Ying Zhan immediately caught Yingqian's gaze and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Yingqian shook his head, took back his foot that was stuck in the crack of the door, and asked:

"Can we go in now?"

The man sniffed.

After hesitating for a while.

Still gave way.

The room was dark.

The smell of alcohol is everywhere.

The man threw himself into the sofa, held his head in pain, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"I've said everything I need to say, do you still doubt me? The night Ah Jing died, I was drinking with a few friends. They can all testify for me. The hotel also has surveillance equipment. You can check these.
To be continued...