Alice Appraisal Center is located in Xincheng District and is a joint venture.

In fact, "joint venture" is just a cover. At the beginning of reform and opening up, a large part of "joint venture" was real foreign capital. But as more and more wealthy people in the country became more and more wealthy, the term "joint venture" also changed.

In order to get preferential tax and policy benefits, many people register abroad and then set up businesses in China, playing the trick of exchanging money from the left pocket to the right pocket.

The WeChat conversation recorded at the time when Zhu Yajun’s cell phone was stolen was from a DNA identification client.

The telecommunications bureau's billing number shows that the owner of the mobile phone with the last number 7782 is named Yang Fang, 22 years old, from Anhe, Dongshan Province.

Hu Pingtao and Zhang Yixuan met at the agreed place. After discussion, they took the surveillance video of the entrance to the compound at No. 107 Dingyuan Road, as well as photos of all the people who entered and exited during the time of the crime, and went straight to the Gudu branch.

Wang Xiongjie was surprised that they returned so quickly. He looked down at his watch and asked doubtfully: "You figured it out so quickly? I thought you would have to be busy until the evening to come back."

"The basic context of this case and the murderer are already clear." Hu Pingtao picked up the cup, walked quickly to the water dispenser, took a large cup of cold water, and drank it with a big gulp. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

, said excitedly: "Brother Wang, we are sure that the murderer is the DNA identification client, but we are not sure if it is the owner of the machine, Yang Fang."

Wang Xiongjie understood what he meant: "Isn't this client using his own mobile phone card?"

Zhang Yixuan nodded beside him and said: "We have a very important helper."

Wang Xiongjie became more and more curious and subconsciously asked: "Who?"

"He Zuguang." Hu Pingtao put down the empty cup and said seriously: "He is not a bad person, he just covets the deceased Zhu Yajun. In fact, He Zuguang is quite interesting. No matter what his psychology is, or whether he is in the unit,

Normally, he is the one who pays the most attention to Zhu Yajun, especially the details of life."

Wang Xiongjie understood: "Xiaohu, what do you mean, let He Zuguang assist us in investigating the case?"

Hu Pingtao nodded: "Even if He Zuguang doesn't know the murderer, he must have seen the client information of Zhu Yajun, and it is very possible that he has even seen the client of the appraisal."

Wang Xiongjie thought about it and said: "Yes! Why didn't I think of this? He Zuguang has been pursuing Zhu Yajun, and they are still colleagues."

Hu Pingtao was eager to try: "Brother Wang, shall we interrogate He Zuguang now?"

Wang Xiongjie waved his hand: "Go ahead! Just do what you want. Just say whatever you need and I will fully cooperate with you."

…

The technical department worked very carefully, and the photos of all the entrants during the time of the crime were enlarged and made clear. According to the different positions and angles captured in the surveillance video, up to six photos of each person were given.

He Zuguang quickly found the target from dozens of photos.

"If I guessed correctly, it should be this person." He pointed to a photo and said firmly.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She was wearing a beige dress, a moon-white suspender underneath, and a knitted cardigan outside. She had a good figure and average appearance. Judging from her clothing and jewelry, she was a middle-aged woman in her forties.

, the living environment is quite superior.

"She is Zhu Yajun's client. I met her at the appraisal center more than two months ago. Go check Zhu Yajun's client file. There should be detailed records."

Hu Pingtao and Zhang Yixuan immediately went to the Alice Appraisal Center, searched according to the picture, and found the corresponding text from the customer information.

On the third day after the incident, the murderer was arrested.

…

My name is Feng Liwei.

Since I was a child, I have been a well-behaved person. I have followed my parents' arrangements to go to school, listened to lectures in class, and come home after school... I am a good student in the eyes of my teachers. From elementary school to high school, my test scores have always been at the top.

I was at the top of my grade, and my parents never worried about my studies. After the college entrance examination, I successfully entered the university of my dreams.

I originally thought that life was about smooth sailing, and God would give you everything you want while you quietly accept it.

University is a semi-open society, and I quickly discovered that everything here was incompatible with what I had imagined.

During military training, I was laughed at by the girls in my dormitory because I couldn't fold a quilt. Even though they later spent more than a week teaching me step by step, I still felt resentful about it.

I can't do laundry.

It's not my fault. When I was at home, my parents never let me do housework in order to let me study hard.

Soon, I became a "celebrity" in my college class. My classmates called me "princess", the kind of person who opens her mouth when she comes to wear clothes.

I don't think this is an insulting nickname. After all, in my opinion, the family's financial situation is good: there are two houses, and both parents are civil servants.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Only after entering college did I realize that there are too many capable people in the world.

Let’s just talk about the girls in the class! More than 80% are elites in the college entrance examination in various provinces, with excellent academic performance, proficient in English, and even French, German and Japanese. Later I learned that they have received intensive training in piano and

His painting skills are extremely strong, comparable to those of art majors.

All this is preparation for studying abroad.

(Note: In the last century, studying abroad was far more popular than it is now.)

Compared to them, I know nothing. Even in English, I am far from being able to speak it freely.

Of course, it is no problem to take the CET-6 exam.

Their family is very wealthy. Their parents are either in the business or have a very rich family background. "One building" and "half a street" are the pronouns they usually use to joke about each other's wealth.

It is said that people are divided by class. Compared with the truly rich people like them, this "princess" like me can only be regarded as extremely poor.

If that's all, that's it. I'm not a competitive person. Even if I'm at the bottom among them, I won't have too many ideas.

Military training is one of the most important turning points in my life.

The instructor is very handsome, sharp-edged, unsmiling, very rigid, and full of masculine qualities.

Before this, I had never had anyone I liked. I had never been in love in junior high school or high school, and no boy had ever written a note to me. The reason is very simple - I have average looks, and the word "beautiful" doesn't match my appearance.

Basically no luck.

School uniforms are a very vulgar thing. I had never felt this way when I was in school. Later, after more experiences, I discovered that the uniforms in many domestic schools are simply rubbish. They maximize ugliness in terms of style and color.

, fundamentally covering up the word "beauty".

It wasn't until I went to college that I started wearing hot pants and skirts.

When I was in high school, I didn't dare to wear it at all. If anyone dared to dress up like this in school, the class teacher would immediately call you to the office and severely reprimand you, and call your parents to pick it up.

When I first entered college, I was so rigid that I didn’t know how to choose clothes or how to express my most beautiful side.

Seeing other girls laughing and chatting freely in front of the instructor, I felt a pain in my heart as if I was being pricked with needles.

This cannot be considered love, it is just a kind of ignorance of love.

My parents always tell me on the phone: study hard and get high scores in exams so that you can find a good job in the future.

Their ideas cannot be said to be wrong, but they are just too old and stubborn and are no longer suitable for this new era.

The girls in the dormitory will go out drinking at night, especially on weekends, and stay up all night.

The topic they talk about most is rich men.

Yes, you heard me right, not my boyfriend or my future husband.

Every time they talked about these topics, I sat and listened quietly. I knew that I had no right to speak. After all, there was a big difference between me and them, which I had never experienced, let alone entered.

strange world.

When I was a junior in college, I fell in love.

He was a boy from the northern mountainous area. He was tall, dark-skinned, and wore a pair of glasses. He was the main player of the school basketball team.

He is somewhat similar to the instructor during military training, which became the reason why I accepted him.

The girls in the same dormitory all advised me: This boy is not good and I cannot have him.

The reasons are unusually consistent - his family is too poor and does not have the necessary foundation for urban life. For a girl from a family like mine, if she marries him, she is simply willing to take the initiative to help the poor.

At that time, I felt that their statement was completely baseless, and they were even nakedly jealous of me.

During my three years in college, all the girls in the dormitory all had boyfriends, except for me, who looked ordinary.

It's not easy for someone to like me, but they keep saying bad things about each other.

Is this an ulterior motive?

But it is undeniable that their persuasion had a certain effect on me and made me defensive towards my boyfriend.

During the summer vacation, I went back to my hometown with my boyfriend.

Although they live in a mountainous area, his family is not poor. They have a three-story building and a large yard.

What really scared me and made me retreat was the dinner that day.

His seven aunts and eight aunts all came, more than thirty people and a dozen children, filling the spacious living room to the brim.

There were more than a dozen dishes on the table, including chicken, duck, fish, and even frozen shrimp bought from the aquatic products company.

The utensils for serving dishes are made of stainless steel basins, which is really unacceptable in my opinion.

The food is very greasy, and they especially like the chunks of fat.

My boyfriend’s mother gave me a spoonful of braised pork. It was not a method I was familiar with. The meat was very hard, the fat meat was not cooked through, and there was also fat that was very hard to chew... What was even worse was that it was so hard to make all the meat taste better.

The dishes were served together. The braised pork was stewed and put in the pot. It had cooled down when it was served, with dots of white condensed oil floating on the surface.

The children of my boyfriend's relatives were running around between the four tables, laughing, crying, and making all kinds of unexplained shouts. From time to time, they got in, reached out and grabbed a handful of fried tofu or fried meatballs from the table, and they looked dirty.

I even washed my hands, and just ran, ate, and played... I watched a child sniffing and stuffing meatballs into his mouth. The snot flowed out again. He casually flicked the meat with his hand.
To be continued...