“Are there any problems?”

"To be precise, the suspect has... died."

Wu Cuo clicked on his phone a few times and handed the phone to Yan Ruyu, "This is a photo of the deceased before his death. Look, it is almost exactly the same as our portrait."

Yan Ruyu was stunned for a moment. The old case was difficult to investigate, but to mention that the case had only been more than a year, so why was it so difficult that even the suspect died?

"What about his identity? Also, why did the suspect be found so quickly?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Zhou Chunlei, this guy is also very famous in the pet circle, because he has a Tibetan mastiff - the kind of Tibetan mastiff who has won the championship in the competition and is extremely valuable.

When the police visited, they happened to meet the owner of a pet supplies store. The owner was also a Tibetan mastiff enthusiast. He recognized the person in the portrait at a glance and immediately found Zhou Chunlei's photo online for the police to compare it."

"Tibetan Mastiff," Yan Ruyu said thoughtfully, "I have read the news. The Tibetan Mastiff that won the championship in the competition is very valuable, several million, and some can reach tens of millions."

Wu Cuo said disdainfully: "After all, isn't it still a dog? Can it still bloom? It's all hype."

Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "If the Tibetan mastiff owners hear you, they will probably let the dog bite you."

Wu Cuo shrugged, "It was."

"But I heard that raising this kind of dog is expensive. Not to mention anything else, just eating beef is a few hundred yuan a day. Where can ordinary people afford it?" Although Minghui did not follow up with the two of them and heard the conversation between them, she understood the general idea. She pointed to the suspect's photo and said, "Is this person very rich?"

"This is the problem. His profession is a pet doctor, his parents are ordinary workers, and his family is average. Raising Tibetan mastiffs is a luxury entertainment he cannot afford," Wu Cuo said. "However, in this way, the motive for the crime is reasonable, and the illegal gains of fraud just fill him a hole."

"How did he die?" Yan Ruyu asked.

“Electric shock.”

"Electric shock?"

"The police have been to the scene and finally determined that it was an electric shock caused by accident and he had to kill him, so there was no detailed record."

"I was not careful? Then his property - I mean where did the expensive Tibetan mastiff go?" Yan Ruyu frowned, "I will contact Jinziduo now to investigate Zhou Chunlei's bank statements and find out his economic situation."

"Then I contacted the police who had been to the scene and asked for details."

While speaking, Wu Cuo had already dialed the phone.

Judging from the other party's voice, it was an old police officer. When he heard that the comrades in the city hall were asking about the old case, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Is it... our judgment back then wrong?"

"Don't worry, we investigate Zhou Chunlei's affairs because he was involved in other cases."

"Oh," the old policeman felt relieved and continued: "The scene was actually quite simple back then. Zhou Chunlei fell in the simple plastic bathtub in the bathroom, lying on his side, one foot and one hand hanging outside the bathtub. There was half a tank of water in the bathtub, and dog hair was floating in the water, and the ground next to it was a bath solution for dogs to bathe.

A hairdryer fell into the bathtub and the hairdryer was still powered. When we arrived, the power tripped, which indicated that the hairdryer fell into the water and caused leakage and short circuit.

So we judged that when Zhou Chunlei was blowing the dog, an accident happened. Perhaps because of the floor slip, Zhou Chunlei and the hairdryer fell into the bathtub together, causing him to be electrocuted and died.

After the result of the non-super killing came out, we retreated, and the subsequent situation was not clear."

"So there was no autopsy at that time?" Wu Chou asked.

"Yes."

"What about his dog? When you arrived at the scene, was his dog there?"

"To be honest, the reporter should be his dog! The dog opened the door and ran away. The neighbor found that his house door was open and called him, but he didn't agree. When he entered the house, he found that he was lying in the bathroom. Then he reported the case."

"Where is the dog? Has it been retrieved?"

"Where can I find it? Besides, we are not responsible for helping people find dogs."

"What?" Wu Chou widened his eyes, "That Tibetan Mastiff was lost like this?"

"Tibetan Mastiff? No!" The other party was also a little surprised. "We transferred the surveillance camera at the door of the deceased's house. It was obvious that a golden retriever ran out of the corridor. According to the family and neighbors of the deceased, it was the dog at the deceased's house. I had never seen a Tibetan mastiff."

"Didn't the deceased's family and neighbor mention that there is a Tibetan mastiff?"

“I haven’t mentioned it, I’m pretty sure.

There is one thing I remember very clearly. At that time, the father of the deceased rushed to the scene. The only son in the family died. The old man was particularly hit and kept crying and scolding, saying that it was all caused by the dog.

That's right. If we hadn't bathed the dog, we wouldn't have died. So when we asked his father, we didn't dare to mention the dog, for fear that the old man would be stimulated.

In addition, the case was characterized as a non-supportive killing, so we didn’t ask so carefully... Oh, by the way, I remember making a live record at that time, but it was very simple. If you need it, I can help you find it."

"Okay, thank you."

There is no rigid regulation on the case of non-suppository murder. The so-called record is probably just a police call record, and Wu Cuo did not have any hope for it.

After hanging up the phone, he frowned and said, "That precious dog cannot disappear out of thin air. If even Zhou Chunlei's father doesn't know the whereabouts of the dog, there must be a problem in the middle."

Yan Ruyu didn't say anything. Since Wu Cuo called, he kept communicating with people on WeChat.

Soon, Jin Ziduo sent Zhou Chunlei's father's address, Wu Cuo left and went out, while Yan Ruyu followed him while looking at his cell phone.

Wu Cuo started the car and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Driving your car, don't worry." Yan Ruyu responded lazily.

When I arrived at Mr. Zhou’s house, I was already in a state of decline.

The old man was sitting at the dinner table eating noodles.

It was difficult to cook a person's meal. Seeing that there was almost no oil and water in his bowl and only a few vegetables, both of them felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, when he entered the door, Wu Cuo bought a roast chicken in a deli restaurant at the entrance of the community.

Wu Cuo quickly opened the roast chicken and placed it in front of the old man.

"You just eat."

The old man glanced at the roast chicken, but didn't put down the chopsticks. While sucking the noodles, he said, "The sun is coming out from the west today? Why are you here to find me?"

“Learn about your son.”

"That debt-seeking ghost... nothing to say." The old man's eyes were as dead as he was, and his actions of eating noodles became mechanized.

What else is more miserable than a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man? The two of them remained silent for more than ten minutes with the old man. For him, any words of comfort were pale.

More than ten minutes later, the old man finished eating the noodles, looked at the unmoved roast chicken on the table, and finally said, "You ask."
Chapter completed!