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Chapter 93: Major Suspicion? Crucial Evidence? Reaching a Bottleneck?

After confirming that the remains were those of Shen Yao.

Therefore, the person she last called in her phone contacts, Shen Yao's ex-boyfriend, became a prime suspect.

After chatting with Yang Ruolan for over an hour, when we returned to Song Xiong's house, the crowd of onlookers had dispersed, and the girl in the pink Xiuhe dress was cleaning up the candy wrappers and melon seed shells in the yard.

Upon seeing Nan Shu and the other person, he paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Judging from her accent, the girl didn't seem to be from Hangzhou; she had a slight accent from Guangzhou.

"Hello, we are Song Xiong's friends."

Nanpu Niandao.

“Ah Xiong’s friend…” The girl looked at the two suspiciously, said “Wait a moment,” put down the broom, went inside to call for someone, and soon, Song Xiong, wearing a Zhongshan suit and with a few colorful ribbons still stuck in his hair, came out of the house.

Compared to his ID photo, he looks much thinner in person. He is 1.77 meters tall, with fair skin, a hooked nose, a long face, and a handsome appearance.

Upon seeing the two people, he hesitated, "Who are you?"

The girl didn't come out, probably because she realized that Nan Shu and the other two didn't seem to be there simply to offer their congratulations, so she simply left the three of them alone.

"police."

Nan Punian took out his police officer ID.

Song Xiong's expression changed slightly, and he tentatively asked, "You're not here to ask about Shen Yao, are you?"

Nan Punian asked with a half-smile, "How do you know it's about Shen Yao, and not someone else?"

“When Shen Yao first went missing, the police from the local police station came to inquire about her routinely. I thought you might also be…” He brought out a long bench for the two of them. “Officer, please sit down.”

He paused, then asked, "Shen Yao, have you found her?"

Song Xiong's reaction was quite natural.

"not yet."

Nan Punian sat down, his gaze fixed on Song Xiong. "According to the investigation, a year ago, Shen Yao called you. The call lasted for more than twenty seconds. What did she say to you?"

"a year ago……"

Song Xiong sat down in the chair and casually picked up an orange next to him. "Oh, right! I remember now! There was a phone call. Yao Yao said that she was seeing someone else and told me not to wait for her."

"that's it?"

Nanpu's Years of Life.

"Well, that's all..." Song Xiong nodded, a bitter smile on his face. "I know I was immature when I was young, always dreaming of doing great things, which was unrealistic. It's normal that Uncle Shen doesn't want Yao Yao to be with me..."

"Hey, it's been so long, why would I tell you officers all this?" Song Xiong casually tossed the orange peel he had peeled into the flowerbed in the front yard.

Nan Shu glanced around and saw that the flowerbed contained not only orange peels, but also sunflower seed shells, apple peels, and some leftover food.

It is currently the season for chrysanthemums to bloom, and the bright red chrysanthemums are blooming exceptionally profusely and vibrantly.

"Officer, did you come here today because there's news about Yao Yao? Or has she already...?"

Song Xiong didn't say what he was going to say next, after all, today was his big day, and saying that word would be too unlucky.

"We don't know either, we're just asking as a routine matter."

Nan Punian glanced around the living room. Directly opposite the entrance was a plaque two meters long and one meter wide, with the words "Song Family Rules" written on it, followed by a long string of text.

Beneath the plaque, there is a shrine.

On the table in front of the shrine, there was a pile of cash, which looked to be nearly 300,000.

When did you and your fiancée meet?

Nanpu then changed the subject.

"Officer, is this related to Yao Yao?"

Song Xiong's expression showed slight resistance.

"It's not certain yet. It's just a routine inquiry. Just answer whatever they ask."

"Okay... about six months ago, six months and fourteen days ago, we met through a blind date."

Song Xiong said, "Before, Yao Yao and I had officially broken up, and I was just thinking of waiting for her to come back at home, but that phone call..."

“I thought that since Yao Yao had found her happiness, and I was twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight in two months, it was indeed time for me to settle down and start a family, so I started going on blind dates.”

Nan Pu nodded lightly, "The bride price is quite high."

"Two hundred and eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, I am my wife's first love." Song Xiong scratched his head and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

“It’s good.” Nan Punian turned his gaze from the pile of cash to the flowers in the front yard. “The flowers are blooming nicely. This chrysanthemum variety is quite unique.”

"I personally like red, so I'm growing the Black Peony variety."

Song Xiong replied.

"It does look good."

Nan Punian stood up. "We've asked enough questions, so we won't bother you any longer. Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you, officer."

Song Xiong smiled and personally escorted the two to their car.

The car slowly drove away.

Nan Shu turned her head and looked at Song Xiong, who was standing at the door smiling and waving. She frowned.

"what happened?"

Nan Punian asked her.

"I don't know, but I always feel like something's off about Song Xiong..."

Interrogation wasn't Nan Shu's forte, but she felt something was off.

But for a moment, he couldn't explain why.

"number."

Nan Punian looked ahead, his dark eyes narrowing.

number?

“Song Xiong is a person who is very sensitive to numbers, but when he mentions Shen Yao, his description of time is very vague.”

Nan Shu suddenly realized.

Nan Punian tapped the screen and dialed Li Feng's number.

"How about it?"

"Team Leader Nan, we found it. Two years ago, Song Xiong rented a house in Gongye District, but returned to his hometown after six months."

It just so happens that my schedule matches Shen Yao's.

"Okay, send me the address."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Punian glanced at the address, turned the steering wheel, and got onto another highway.

Song Xiong is suspected of committing the crime, but crucial evidence is still lacking.

Detaining someone simply because he is Shen Yao's ex-boyfriend would not only violate case-handling regulations, but would also easily alert the suspect.

So now, they need to find crucial evidence to prove that Shen Yao did not leave the province during those six months, but was with Song Xiong.

When Song Xiong arrived at the apartment building where he used to rent, it was already completely dark.

Gongye Ward is considered an old town area, with many old-style buildings and low-rise buildings next to new buildings.

Song Xiong rented a place in an old neighborhood, a building from decades ago, with shops downstairs and residents upstairs.

Nan Shu stood in front of a barbecue restaurant called "Da Cheng Barbecue". She looked up and her gaze fell on the third floor. Clothes were hanging out to dry outside, indicating that people had already moved in.

As a new first-tier city, Hangzhou has never lacked migrant workers.

A row of shops, all with brand-new signs, looking as if they had just been put up recently.

“A year ago, this area was being redeveloped, and all the surveillance cameras were new. The community didn’t have surveillance cameras before, and they were only installed a year ago.”

Nan Punian asked around and returned with a stern face.

There's a high turnover rate here; people might change every three months, let alone two years ago, when countless people probably came and went.

The investigation appears to have hit a bottleneck.

Nan Shu didn't speak. Her gaze shifted from the sign at the entrance that read "Ten-year-old shop, taste guaranteed" to the little girl next to the barbecue grill, who was staring longingly at the barbecue grill and drooling.

The little girl looked to be about seven or eight years old. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, her face was dirty, and she had a crooked red string on her hand with a blackened little bell hanging from it.

As she moved, the bell made no sound; this bell had no clapper.

(End of this chapter)