Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 17 A New Case Emerges
The online situation was quickly quelled.

Police have released details of the case.

The person who spread the rumors was also taken to the police station, where they were criticized, educated, and detained.

Before returning to Jinrong Residential Area, Su Miaoyi sent her phone to be repaired.

Fortunately, it's just the screen that's broken. It can be repaired and still work, but I'll have to wait a couple of days for the phone screen to be restored.

Zhuang Yanzheng paid for the phone repair and the taxi fare.

After the meal, Zhuang Yanzheng took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and gave it to her so she could keep it for emergencies.

Since she had to return it anyway, Su Miaoyi didn't stand on ceremony and took it.

Back at her residence, Su Miaoyi entered the bedroom and looked at the clothes on the bed, her head throbbing with pain.

She ignored the clothes and sat down in front of the computer.

Open the document.

He wrote down the words "self-criticism".

Without much thought, I typed five hundred words on the keyboard.

Then, looking at the five hundred words, she suddenly realized what had happened.

Why did she have to write a self-criticism?
He's not her boss.

Su Miaoyi clapped her hands.

These 500 words would be perfect for a novel.

With a sigh, Su Miaoyi opened her writing software, stared at the screen for five minutes, and then decided to go take a nap on the sofa first.

My mind only becomes clear after I wake up.

Without her phone, she took a book from under the coffee table, read it for a while, and then fell asleep.

I slept very soundly, without seeing or dreaming of anything else.

She had been asleep for a long time when she suddenly woke up with a start when she heard the sound of the door lock being opened.

Two beeps startled Su Miaoyi awake. She got up and grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table almost simultaneously.

Then she saw Cheng Jue standing at the door.

Upon seeing her, Cheng Jue paused at the door: "Sis, you're home. I knocked but no one answered, so I used the password."

Su Miaoyi breathed a sigh of relief and placed the fruit knife on the coffee table: "I was asleep and didn't hear you."

She got up and looked out the window; it was already completely dark.

She looked up at the lamp again.

Cheng Jue did not turn on the lights.

So, she didn't turn off the lights last night, and they stayed on all day!
Su Miaoyi felt bad about the electricity bill.

Cheng Jue changed his shoes at the door, walked up to her, and waved his hand in front of her: "I tried calling your cell phone, but I couldn't get through. Are you okay?"

Su Miaoyi slapped his hand away: "The screen is broken, it's been sent for repair. Did you quarrel with your uncle and aunt again? You went home this week, and now you're here?"

Cheng Jue is starting his senior year of high school, and classes begin in mid-August, so she didn't see him when she went back last time.

"How could you think of me like that? Can't I just miss you and come to see you?" Cheng Jue said with a smile.

Su Miaoyi chuckled: "Fine, then I won't speak up for you."

"Sister." Cheng Jue grabbed her clothes and shook his arm.

Su Miaoyi glanced at him: "How old are you? Stop acting like a child. Let go."

Cheng Jue let go of her hand and followed her into the kitchen: "We have a day off this afternoon, so I'm going home. My parents said if I want to study acting, they'll make me leave. So I've left here."

"You're quite good at rolling, rolling this far." Su Miaoyi took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator and gave it to him. "You've decided, you really want to learn, right?"

"Mm." Cheng Jue nodded.

“Okay,” Su Miaoyi said. “I’ll talk to your uncle and aunt. I’ve looked into the training institutions, and I’ll take you to see one tomorrow. You can pick one. Don’t worry about the money, I’ve prepared it all.”

Cheng Jue looked at her.

Su Miaoyi also looked at him: "Cheng Jue, although many teachers have said that you have a good appearance and talent, you only have half a year."

“I know,” Cheng Jue said.

Su Miaoyi nodded: "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Jue grasped her arm.

He was very tall, and Su Miaoyi had to look up slightly to see him: "What's wrong?"

"Sister, I'll give you all the money I earn," Cheng Jue said earnestly.

"Get out of here. Don't call me 'sister' if you're talking about money." Su Miaoyi slapped his hand away. "Let's go out to eat."

"Let's order takeout," Cheng Jue said. "It's past eight o'clock. Go out for a bit and come back later. You won't finish writing your novel."

“What you said makes a lot of sense.” Su Miaoyi patted his shoulder and walked towards the bedroom. “You can order it. I don’t have a phone. Do you have money? If not, take cash and go downstairs to buy it.”

“I have money,” Cheng Jue said.

Su Miaoyi went to the bedroom, saw the pile of clothes on the bed, and came out again.

Cheng Jue handed her his phone: "See what you want to eat. I don't need my phone, you can use it first."

Su Miaoyi took the phone and then looked up at him. Wasn't this just free labor?

They're all just clothes to wear outside anyway. Cheng Jue took a step back: "What are you doing?"

Su Miaoyi smiled with narrowed eyes and kicked him into the bedroom.

Cheng Jue staggered into the bedroom, looked at the clothes on the bed, and said, "Sis, you threw up in your closet!"

"Okay." Su Miaoyi took her phone and walked away. "Get ready, there's food to eat."

Cheng Jue looked at the bed full of clothes: "From childhood to adulthood, I have been your servant."

"Be content, servants are still human beings." Su Miaoyi's voice came from the living room.

Cheng Jue didn't say anything more and obediently put away the clothes.

Huating Imperial Garden, Unit 3, Room 601.

The entrance was cordoned off.

Zhuang Yanzheng and Yan Cheng put on shoe covers and gloves, went inside and headed straight for the kitchen.

The refrigerator was opened.

A head is inside.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a jolt when I saw it.

The command center received an alarm half an hour ago.

Three cleaning staff members found a human head in the refrigerator while cleaning at Huating Diyuan.

The cleaning lady who opened the refrigerator was so frightened that she fainted on the spot.

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned as he looked at the head in the refrigerator.

Yan Cheng glanced at him and asked, "Do you know him?"

“It looks familiar,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Leave the refrigerator here for Yan Cheng.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked around.

Technical investigators are collecting evidence in the room.

However, the cleaning staff has already cleaned two-thirds of the area, so it will be difficult to collect any useful information.

Qi Feng said, "Captain Zhuang, we only found a head."

Zhuang Yanzheng went to the bathroom to check: "Is there any blood?"

The police officer said, "No bloodstains were found."

Zhuang Yanzheng went to two other restrooms, and got the same result.

Qi Feng said, "We found the homeowner through the property management; it's Shen Yanzhou. We tried to contact him, but we couldn't get through on his phone. The property management said that according to the facial recognition information at the entrance, no one has lived here for more than three months."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at him: "Shen Yanzhou?"

Qi Feng nodded and handed him the tablet.

The above is the homeowner's information.

The young master of the richest family in Jinghai.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at it, took out his phone, and pulled out a number: "Have them call this."

Qi Feng wrote down the phone number and made the call.

Zhuang Yanzheng went to the kitchen again.

The head has been moved from the refrigerator to the ground.

Yan Cheng is undergoing a preliminary examination.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at it and realized why it looked familiar.

He has seen it.

This is Shen Yanzhou's driver.

"Based on preliminary assessment, the time of death was about a week ago," Yan Cheng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng left the kitchen and spoke a few words to Qi Feng. Then he went to check on the bedroom.
I opened the wardrobe, and there were several suits and pajamas hanging inside.

He checked everything but found nothing.

Zhuang Yanzheng and Shen Yanzhou have known each other since childhood.

The two were quite familiar with each other.

Shen Yanzhou has his own villa, which is where he usually lives.

There are indeed very few signs of habitation here. Judging from the uncleaned areas, it really looks like no one has been here for more than three months.

The security here is very good. You need to scan your face and register to enter and exit.

How did the head that had been dead for a week end up in the refrigerator?
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