The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 446 How Do You Know Everything? (two more)
Victim No. 5, the home of Huang Zhishu.

Because Qiu Sen had been here before, the second visit didn't take much effort.

On the other hand, there is a daughter in Huang Zhishu's family, who is about the same age as Coke, is in junior high school, and is also the age of star chasing. Seeing Song Zhen's eyes lit up, she seemed to have temporarily forgotten the shadow and sadness that her father's death cast over the family.

"Comrade police, please drink water." Huang Zhishu's lover is Jiang Ting, who is thin and haggard, with pale lips.

It was obvious that her husband's sudden death had hit her hard.

She put the glass on the coffee table, a strand of hair fell on the side of her face, making the edges and corners of her jaw more obvious, and she was so thin that there were obvious blue veins on her neck.

"Thank you," Song Zhen thanked, and then directly explained the purpose of coming, "Ms. Jiang, we are here today mainly to learn about your husband's situation, but before that, can I visit your home first?"

"No problem." Jiang Ting nodded quickly. She knew that the visit Song Zhen said was an investigation. As long as she could find out the truth about her husband's death, she could turn her house over, let alone take a look.

"I'll take you there!" Jiang Ting's daughter Huang Xiaoxing volunteered to act as a "tour guide" and introduced the layout of her home to Song Zhen.

The living room, study room, corridor, bedroom, and finally came to the door of the master bedroom.

Jiang Ting had already gone in to collect her clothes, and before Song Zhen could speak, she said, "You can see it, come in."

As soon as Song Zhen entered, he looked up and saw the wedding photos hanging above the bed.

In the photo, the young Huang Zhishu looks upright, majestic and masculine, but Jiang Ting is different. She is a little fat, with a little baby fat on her cheeks, but she looks good, leaning on Huang Zhishu's arms like a bird.

It's just that she is leaning on the ground, and Huang Zhishu's body is very straight. If she leans on it completely, the effect of the photo may not be good.

On the other hand, Huang Zhishu's hand holding his wife's shoulder slightly opened his five fingers, with his palm hanging in the air.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Jiang Ting immediately shed tears and wiped them away.

"Mom..." Huang Xiaoxing couldn't help but grabbed her mother's hand and shook it, "There are still people."

Song Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Jiang Ting's bedroom, and then asked, "Can I see the bathroom?"

Jiang Ting hesitated, all her messy things were stuffed into the bathroom.

Under Song Zhen's gaze and her daughter's helpless eyes, she quickly wiped away her tears, "Yes, yes."

Then, she walked over and took the initiative to open the door of the master bedroom bathroom.

Song Zhen nodded slightly to her, and then walked in.

He glanced at the dirty clothes piled up on the washing machine and took them over without paying much attention, then his eyes fell on the washstand.

There is no dressing table in Jiang Ting's bedroom. It can be seen that she is not a woman who is keen on dressing well, so her cosmetics and skin care products are piled up on the countertop of the sink and the small grid cabinet next to the mirror. Here, it looks a bit messy.

Song Zhen looked up and down, then moved his eyes to the left, and stayed on the towel rack next to him.

A light yellow face towel, a head towel, and a pure white bath towel stacked above the hanger, with bath balls, shower caps and other things hanging beside it. The strange thing is that there are no men's things in this bedroom, even Not even a toothbrush.

With doubts in his heart, he temporarily pressed the button without asking any questions, and then went to the guest guard.

There was a gray towel hanging in the guest bathroom, which looked a little dry, and at the same time, there was a toothbrush.

Thinking of the folding sofa he saw in the study just now, he had a guess in his mind, and then asked Jiang Ting, "Can you show me your wedding photo?"

"Ah? Okay, I'll look for it." Jiang Ting was a little dazed. The wedding photos were fresh at the beginning. After showing them to relatives and friends a few times, they were meaningless. They were heavy and big. Just put it away.

After a while, she brought out the album of wedding photos. The wedding photos taken seventeen or eighteen years ago were viewed today. Although the album is not as exquisite as it is now, and the photos in it are not as perfect as today's photoshoots, but In these two thick books, it can still be seen that Jiang Ting and Huang Zhishu's wedding photos were taken in a grand manner, with several sets of clothes, and the scenes were not repeated.

From a certain point of view, Huang Zhishu's family is not short of money.

"I saw that your husband is an engineer, and the person responsible for building the highway section is in the same city. It seems that he doesn't go home often." Song Zhen said.

The bedroom of Jiang Ting's house fully demonstrated this point. It was almost all her things in it, and there was no trace of a man's life.

"Although they are all in the same city, there are many things on the construction site. They often pour concrete at night, often work overtime, and rarely run back and forth, so it is rare to go home once." Jiang Ting couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"If he hadn't worked so hard outside, our family wouldn't be where we are today." Although sad, she is still very considerate.

"Did he always sleep in the study when he came back? Then use the guest bathroom?" Song Zhen continued to ask.

Jiang Ting was a little surprised, she didn't expect him to observe so carefully.

When the policeman next to her and another policeman came, they asked her a few questions. Most of the questions were about her husband's behavior or people he knew, and there was not much information about the relationship between the husband and wife.

"Sometimes he came back by car in the middle of the night to see his daughter. I was a light sleeper. He was afraid of disturbing me, so he just slept on the sofa bed in the study. He came home last week, and I No one saw it, he, he just..." Jiang Ting raised her hand to wipe her tears, how could this person just say no and just disappear!

"Mom, why are you crying again..." Huang Xiaoxing was a little helpless, on his fair skin, a pair of eyebrows were frowned up, like two caterpillars.

As she spoke, she handed Jiang Ting a tissue.

Song Zhen couldn't help looking at her, "Can I have a chat with you alone?"

Suddenly being named, Huang Xiaoxing was a little surprised, then the corners of his brows and eyes turned up slightly, and he couldn't hide his happiness, "Okay!"

"Please." Song Zhen pointed to the balcony.

There is a sliding door between the balcony of Jiang Ting’s house and the living room. The transparent glass can clearly see the body movements of the people on the balcony, but the sound insulation effect is very good. If Song Zhen deliberately lowers his voice, he will not Worried about being heard by the people inside.

Huang Xiaoxing reluctantly followed behind and stood on the balcony. She thought she would be able to get in touch with the male god, but the mother in the living room and another policeman could see clearly, hey...

But seeing Song Zhen push and close the door, her heart still couldn't help beating.

This is Ji Qian's man...

She raised her left eyebrow, and her pupils dilated slightly. Looking at the tall and straight back, and the handsome profile, she couldn't help being a little crazy.

"Huang Xiaoxing." Song Zhen turned around and stared at her coldly.

Huang Xiaoxing immediately pulled out of the state of obsession, and let out a bewildered sound.

"Your father often comes back to see you at night, but it seems that you don't have a good relationship with him. Can you tell me why?" Song Zhen asked directly.

"You..." Huang Xiaoxing's face was full of astonishment, "How do you know?"

"It's simple, because you don't have too much sadness."

Emotions cannot be concealed. Huang Xiaoxing was not affected much when her mother shed tears, but her behavior of handing her mother a tissue showed that she cared about her mother, so her impatience was not aimed at her mother Jiang. Ting, but to Huang Zhishu, the father who caused Jiang Ting to cry.

There was only one possibility. She didn't feel too much emotion or sorrow for Huang Zhishu's death.

A husband who doesn't go home often has to visit his daughter every time he comes back. Why doesn't the daughter who is missed by him not kiss her father?

Obviously, after hearing Song Zhen's words, Huang Xiaoxing lowered his head, subconsciously avoiding Song Zhen's sight.

Her feet unconsciously kicked the floor tiles on the ground, and her eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if she had encountered some difficult problem.

"How is your sleep quality? Deep or shallow?" Song Zhen changed the subject.

Huang Xiaoxing breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't look up, and replied, "It's okay."

"Then how do you know that your father didn't come home to see you at night?"

Huang Xiaoxing was completely stunned now, "How...how did you know?"

She simply felt miraculous, the man in front of her was really exactly the same as what was said in the news, she was simply miraculous.

　It is announced that I am going to close the net!Ha ha ha ha!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)