"Yes, that night, after we finished playing cards, we went to Erzi's house to play mahjong, and then we went home."

A man in his 50s took the cigarette handed over by Zhang Wei and nodded.

After Zhang Wei lit a cigarette for him, he asked again: "Uncle, are you watching him close the door?"

"Yes, the tables we helped him clean are all from the villagers. We can't be more familiar. We watched him go home." The old man took a sip of his cigarette and sighed again and said with some melancholy.

"Are you watching him go home?" Zhang Wei paused when he heard this, found the point of the sentence, and then asked again.

"We watched him ride a bicycle to his house and told the police, but it was useless. The factory and his house are in the same direction." The old man replied.

The shop that Song Chenxing's home was at the entrance of the village. After playing cards, several people walked to the left to the house of their two sons, while Song Chenxing walked to the right in the opposite direction.

"If I had gone to Lao Wang's house to play cards that night, I would have left with Xiao Song, and this guy would not have been wronged." The old man shook his head and said in a little frustrated.

"You don't believe that Song Chenxing will kill people?" Zhang Wei asked at the old man who was not very emotional.

The old man shook his head when he heard this and said without any belief, "I grew up watching this child. I have been honest since I was a child. Although I can't learn well, I don't dare to kill a chicken, so how dare I kill someone."

"Since this kid was arrested, his mother cried at home every day, and his father was almost crazy for being forced by his mother. It's a single pass for three generations, and it's a sin."

"Okay, thank you, my uncle." Zhang Wei nodded and said that he knew everything.

"The testimony of these people is basically the same. They have been asked many times. People's memories will affect each other. Regardless of whether they are talking about the real situation, these things are completely correct in their brains."

After Zhang Wei walked out of the old man's house, he looked at the vast field not far away with dissatisfaction with his waist.

"Are you going to the crime scene now?" Zou Yu asked, looking at Zhang Wei looking into the distance.

Zhang Wei nodded, "Well, go to that factory in person to see if there are any useful clues."

"Um."

...

"From the footprints and simulations left behind, the murderer is indeed similar to Song Chenxing regardless of height. No wonder the police are so sure."

Zhang Wei held the tablet and was impulsively comparing the photos on his tablet.

"He won't kill anyone." Zou Yu looked at it, which was unfavorable, and couldn't help but say another sentence.

"I care about him. I'm not Daxiang. I'll help him get rid of his crimes if I want to do, not find the truth." Zhang Wei squatted down and touched the soil by the lake.

"Daxiang?"

"Nothing, you don't know."

Daxiang of the Deep Mountain, the male lead of a criminal lawyer in Japanese drama 99.9, is a lawyer who does the work of a criminal policeman and even if the client is sent to prison, he still needs to find the truth.

"No, the things here are all evidence that are not conducive to him."

Zhang Wei touched his chin with some distress. Could it be that he was really using something to fake absenteeism or something?

But the other party is an experienced criminal policeman, and it is easy to expose the evidence in a hurry, so it is impossible.

...

"Xiao Song, I know that he and the dead Shi Lei are both chefs here. There are only two chefs here, and no one has cooked for several days before."

The old lady in the factory gate answered with a smile when she heard Zhang Wei’s question.

"Before the incident, you heard Song Chenxing shouting to Shi Lei, "I want to kill you!" Zou Yu asked while holding the notebook.

"Yes." The aunt nodded with certainty, "It's not just me, but many people in the factory heard it, and the two guys even started fighting."

"Do you believe that Song Chenxing killed someone?" Zhang Wei sat on the chair and suddenly asked without any end.

"I believe it, why don't you believe it?" The aunt nodded with certainty when she heard this.

When Zou Yu heard the aunt's answer so affirmatively, he asked a little strangely: "People say that Song Chenxing has a good temper and can't kill people, why do you believe that he kills people?"

"Xiao Song is usually timid, but someone with too little temper will get into trouble if he is too impatient." The aunt looked very clear and said mysteriously.

"Is it too urgent? What happened to them before?" Zhang Wei saw the mysterious appearance of the aunt, and knew that there was still some insider in the middle, so he quietly handed something over.

"This Shi Lei is a bend. He takes advantage of Xiao Song every day. It seems that he was playing too much that day, making Xiao Song anxious. The two of them fight directly."

The aunt glanced at the things handed over by Zhang Wei, put them in her pocket, ate a bite of melon seeds, and said something gossip.

When Zou Yu heard this, he asked incredible question: "What do you mean is that there may be an inappropriate relationship between the two of them? Why didn't you say it when I asked before?"

The aunt was a little embarrassed to hold the 200 yuan in her pocket: "This is also considered some privacy, and this is all rumor, so we can't guarantee whether it is true."

"By the way, young man, how old are you this year?" The aunt suddenly turned her head and asked Zhang Wei with a smile like a chrysanthemum.

"Twenty-four, she is my girlfriend, that aunt, I'll leave first."

When Zhang Wei heard this, he probably knew what the aunt was going to say next. After saying that, he pulled Zou Yu away.

"Ah? No!" Zou Yu just wanted to defend something when he heard this, but was pulled away by Zhang Wei.

"What do you mean!"

After arriving outside the guard room, Zou Yu shook Zhang Wei away and held his hand, looking at him with some displeasure, saying, "What does it mean that he is his girlfriend? I have never been in a relationship."

However, Zhang Wei ignored her at all, put his hands on the hood of the car, thought for a while, and then asked: "You should have tested it."

"What?" Zou Yu asked a little strangely when he heard this question without any beginnings.

“How long does it take to get from that store to the crime scene.”

"If you ride a bicycle, it will take about five minutes, and you won't walk more than fifteen minutes."

"There is no absent proverb, and there is a sufficient motive for committing the crime. Even the weapon was found on the scene, and he has now been forced to plead guilty."

Zhang Wei kept muttering at the back of the car glass. No matter how he looked, he had no chance to overturn the case.

"The tools at the crime scene are commonly used in the kitchen in factories. He is one of the chefs. It is normal for him to have his fingerprint on the kitchen knife."

When Zou Yu heard this, she couldn't help but defend herself. She always believed in her heart that Song Chenxing was innocent.

"Time, place, and characters must have something to ignore. Drive! Go to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Zhang Wei opened the car door and sat in and shouted to Zou Yu.
Chapter completed!