Reborn Ace Prosecutor

When several people appeared outside Han Cai's villa again, it was already half an hour later.Seeing the bright lights on the second floor of the villa, Li Kun couldn't help but look at Feng Ling proudly and said, "It seems that your judgment was wrong! Han Ping is still inside!"

Feng Ling smiled faintly, but didn't say a word, just stepped forward and pressed the doorbell button heavily, and the clear and pleasant music rang several times, but there was no response at all from inside the villa.

"Xiaoqian, call Han Ping!" Yang Xiyao ordered coldly.As far as Han Ping is concerned, except that Han Cai's death has almost nothing to do with him, but as the only witness in the case, Han Ping must wait for the arraignment at any time.

"Chu Yang, Han Ping's phone is turned off!" Nie Xiaoqian dialed the phone, and all she heard was a mechanical response from the system.

"Contact the property in the community and ask them to open the door!" Yang Xiyao continued to order, and another law enforcement inspector immediately rushed to the property management.

The authority of the procuratorate can be said to be extremely powerful in this era, so the property company did not dare to neglect at all, and the manager on duty immediately came to open the door with the key.

"Search around for Han Ping's whereabouts, and see if there are any clues!" Yang Xiyao gave an order, and several inspectors immediately separated and searched very professionally.Yang Xiyao led Feng Ling and the others directly into Han Cai's study.The most important thing at this time is to confirm whether Feng Ling's inference is true or not, so as to determine the next course of action of the procuratorate.And Yang Xiyao vaguely felt that Feng Ling was right based on her intuition.

"This is where Han Cai is used to sitting. I'm assuming that Han Cai's neck is here!" Feng Ling said while placing a wooden board on the wicker chair. Yang Xiyao and the others didn't look at it. to where he came from.Feng Ling drew a circle on the template with a red pen.

Immediately after bending down to light the stove, Feng Ling skillfully added coals that were very delicately made and smelled like rosin.The whole set of movements is as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Ah, Feng Ling, you seem to be very skilled. It seems that you must be able to make good tea!" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Feng Ling's behavior full of celebrity, and forgot that she was still investigating the case. asked.Yang Xiyao glared at her fiercely, but she didn't blame her, because she was quite curious in her heart. There are too many mysteries about Feng Ling.

"No, isn't that how it's played on TV? I just learned it!" Feng Ling casually put the kettle on the stove, then took out a cork and an ordinary sewing needle, and pulled out the kettle. Mouth stuffed in.

"Hmph!" Yang Xiyao glanced at Feng Ling angrily, and she already believed that this guy had started to fool around again. Judging from Feng Ling's actions just now, he had been in the tea ceremony for at least 20 years. With the same momentum, she It can only be seen in his grandfather Yang Lao and a few big shots.

All things in the world, and all kinds of methods, in the end, they all lead to the same goal by different routes, and they all secretly echo the way of heaven.Yang Lao and other big figures hold the power of the country, their hearts are like a bright moon, and they are difficult to be stained with dust, so they are also calm and calm in the tea ceremony, surpassing the world.But Feng Ling is just a big kid in his early twenties, how could he have such a state of mind.Thinking of this, Yang Xiyao's doubts became more and more intense.