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Seeing everyone's gaze, Zhao Qingsong said, "When I went there just now, I looked at the crime scene. If Jia Fugui died in the first half of the night, his body should have been covered with snow. But when I looked, apart from some snow that seemed to have rolled off, there were no traces of snow left on his body."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qiang spoke up.

"We've discovered that too. What's so strange about that? It just means that Jia Fugui might have died in the middle of the night."

Zhao Qingsong glanced at the other person and calmly asked, "Okay, let's assume Jia Fugui died in the second half of the night. Where did he go in the first half of the night? He couldn't have stayed outside for most of the night, could he? No matter how much they argued, he shouldn't have frozen to death outside! He could have gone to a friend's house! At worst, he could have come to the factory and spent the night in the guard room! There are guards in the warehouse anyway."

These words made everyone seem thoughtful.

Sun Guodong asked directly, "What do you want to say? Just say it."

Zhao Qingsong nodded in response.

He continued, "There are many suspicious points here. If Jia Fugui's wife wasn't lying, then where did Jia Fugui go in the first half of the night? Why did he leave in the middle of the night? These questions still need to be investigated."

"If Jia Fugui's wife lied, then Jia Fugui might not have left after arguing in the first half of the night, but rather in the early morning. That would raise even more questions. Why would he lie?"

"Of course, these are all just my guesses. There's one more thing you'll have to ask Brother Zhou about."

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Wenlong: "Brother Zhou, I saw you check the mouth when you examined the body today. Did you take some ice out of the nose and mouth?"

Zhou Wenlong pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, that's right! What's wrong? It's normal for your breath to get blocked in winter!"

Zhao Qingsong shook his head: "This is abnormal. We've all been exposed to the cold. A normal person should have a thin layer of frost around their mouth, like snowflakes, but I didn't see any on Jia Fugui's face. And I didn't see any signs of struggle either! Could it be such a coincidence that he was knocked unconscious after falling?"

"So... you mean he didn't freeze to death? The police station also checked him, and Jia Fugui didn't have any injuries."

Zhao Qingsong pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

He wasn't a professional criminal investigator after all; he was just relying on his knowledge from his previous life and the brainwashing he received from various criminal cases.

I just sensed that something was wrong.

"I don't know about that. If he killed her, and there were no injuries..."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then... could it have suffocated? But that doesn't make sense. If it suffocated, why would there be ice in its mouth? By the way, Officer Zhou, when you checked the clothes, were they wet, or was there any hair?"

Old Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Hair? Most of the hair is dry, but there is some ice on the clothes near the neck and the hair around the ears, but not much, which is normal in the middle of winter."

Zhao Qingsong was thinking about this when he heard it.

If the person had drowned, there should have been a lot of water on their head, but now there is only water on their neck and ears.

That's really hard to say!

After a while.

He considered a possibility: "You said there's no other possibility... that Jia Fugui was suffocated with a damp cloth or paper?"

This reminded him of an ancient form of torture where wet paper was pasted over a person's face, suffocating them to death.

It's so obvious that no one can tell.

This method can also be used to kill people!

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xu Qiang's lips twitched: "You...you really have a vivid imagination!"

Zhao Qingsong chuckled sheepishly, "I just had a feeling something was off; we'll have to investigate further."

"Why make trouble out of nothing? This is clearly an accident, why make it sound so mysterious, like you're some kind of detective!"

Xu Qiang pursed his lips.

Zhao Qingsong frowned subconsciously.

He then said, "What I'm saying is common sense. So, am I right or wrong? Are these possibilities real? If they are, then it's murder, and the killer is getting away with it."

"you……"

Xu Qiang was speechless.

Sun Guodong waved his hand: "Alright, Qingsong is right, it's not impossible. So tell me, how do we investigate, and what direction should we take?"

Zhao Qingsong was speechless.

He's not a regular detective, so he's not good at it!

However, considering that he would be working in the security department and would frequently encounter such situations, he decided to speak frankly.

"I know the specifics quite well, so let's eliminate them one by one. First, we need to determine if Jia Fugui's wife is lying! We still need to go to Jia Fugui's house to check. If there are no footprints, that's another story."

Jia Fugui also built his own brick house. If he left in the early morning, there should be footprints left behind. You could go and take a look.

Sun Guodong thought for a moment and said, "Alright, you and Dazhi go to Jia Fugui's house and check on the situation."

"what?"

Zhao Qingsong was speechless for a moment. "I've only just started working here!"

But then she remembered that it was him who had brought it up, so she looked at Gao Dazhi.

The other person hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright then, the two of us will make a trip there in a bit and see if we can find any clues."

"good!"

Zhao Qingsong also breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's settled then. The investigation should continue; we can't let the murderer get away with it."

Sun Guodong's words set the tone and brought the meeting to a close.

……

After they came out, they returned to their department.

After tidying up, Zhao Qingsong and Gao Dazhi left the steel factory and headed straight for the Jia family.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the location.

This is a courtyard surrounded by a wooden wall, and you can vaguely see that people inside have already begun to carry out funeral arrangements.

There was also the sound of crying.

……

After parking the car, the two went straight inside.

Upon seeing the situation in the courtyard again, Zhao Qingsong frowned. There were people in the courtyard, and a funeral was being held.

Jia Fugui was already sleeping on the floor of the main room, covered with a quilt, his face covered with yellow paper.

The mourning hall has already been set up.

Someone was burning paper money in front of the mourning hall.

"This is troublesome!"

Seeing the mess on the ground, Zhao Qingsong frowned; the scene had been completely destroyed.

How the hell are we supposed to investigate this?!

Gao Dazhi noticed this too, and hesitated for a moment: "Qingsong, the snow has all been swept away; it'll be difficult to investigate!"

Zhao Qingsong nodded slightly.

He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Gao, I'll talk to you in a bit. If you stop me when I sense something is wrong, I'm afraid I'll get beaten up."

"puff!"

Gao Dazhi almost burst out laughing, but the situation was not right now.

As I was lost in thought, someone walked over.

The other person is in their forties.

"Officer Gao, what are you doing here? Is there anything you haven't investigated? My brother is about to have a funeral?"

The factory's security department only has a few people.

The security personnel might not recognize all the people in the factory, but the factory workers would recognize several of them.

Even if they weren't originally registered residents of the steel mill, they still had priority in being hired because they lived nearby.

The vast majority were employees of steel mills.

Gao Dazhi didn't speak, but looked at Zhao Qingsong.

Seeing the other person's gaze, Zhao Qingsong said seriously, "We have some things we need to ask Jia Fugui's wife, Wang Ying, about. Could you please call her over?"

"this……"

The eldest son of the Jia family was somewhat dissatisfied, as this was his younger brother's funeral.

"There are some things we still need to investigate. Could you please have Wang Ying come out? Your brother's death might not have been an accident!"

"What?"

Jia Laoda looked shocked.

Then, with a look of displeasure, he said, "Get out of here! If you want to investigate, go investigate yourself! My brother is dead, are you going to let him die with his eyes open in disgrace?"

After saying that, she was about to push him.

Zhao Qingsong looked puzzled.

What's going on?

The person was pushed and shoved a few steps.

Looking at the gazes of those around him, he felt that if he left today, he might never have the chance to find out the truth again.