Chapter 109 Fog

[Ask for red tickets, ask for collection]

"Who else knows about this?" After listening to Nie Pan's words, Zhuo Qinglin and Song Xiyan asked in one voice.

Nie Pan took a sip of a cigarette and said to Zhuo Qinglin, "It's the person who called to inform you that Director Luo came back. Could it be that he leaked the wind?"

Zhuo Qinglin thought for a while, and then shook her head and denied, "It's impossible. I just told him that I had something to do with Director Luo. How could he know what's wrong with me looking for this Luo? And he is just a small person in the forensic appraisal office. How can he have the opportunity to participate in this case? So I believe that it will never be the leaked news from the person who informed me.

Song Xiyan nodded and expressed support for Zhuo Qinglin's opinion: "Well, I also support Sister Qinglin's opinion. Since they plan to leak the news, why call us? Do they like to make trouble by themselves?"

Nie Pan shook his head and spread his hands: "There's nothing we can do. It seems that we can only find the reason between the five of us. I have analyzed it before. The first one to be excluded must be me, and then the second one is Long Er. The third is that Xiao is not familiar with Donggang, and it is impossible to reveal it. Then the rest You two are the only ones who may leak the news..."

"Well, Nie Pan, you are biased. Why don't you exclude me? I'm not from Donggang, am I? The total time I stayed in Donggang adds up to no more than 100 days, and I stayed at your house last night. Is it impossible for me to leak the news? If you don't believe it, I'll take you to the mobile company to check my call records. I called my parents in my hometown in Shandong last night, and I haven't called again. Song Xiyan complained innocently.

"Well, I agree with your defense. You fall asleep like a dead pig. I also think it can't be you." Nie Pan reached out and patted Song Xiyan on the shoulder.

"You are a dead pig. At least I got up earlier than you this morning!" Song Xiyan pushed away Nie Pan's hand angrily and glared angrily.

Zhuo Qinglin picked up the teapot and filled herself with tea. She pouted her lips and gently booed the heat on the teacup. She said slowly, "You have cleared all the suspicions. So I am the most likely person to leak the news? Even in your eyes, I may be a thief shouting to catch a thief, and even I may be a co-offender with the murderer of Uncle Nie?

Song Xiyan also painted the gourd in the same way. She picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea. She smiled and said, "Ha ha... Sister Qinglin, where do you want to go? You are a policeman, and you are also eager to find out this case, so you don't have any suspicion."

Nie Pan held a cigarette in one hand and sang with tea in the other hand: "No, Song Hedong, you are wrong. I think what the iron catcher said is very reasonable. Now the biggest suspicion of leaking information in this matter is our female catcher. I'm not saying that she colluded with the murderer. You know more people, or have no intention. Isn't it impossible to accidentally leak out the words? Or your colleagues, or your family, or your friends, this possibility is quite high!"

Zhuo Qinglin thinks of herself as the "iron flying flower" of the new era every day. Nie Pan calls her "iron catcher". She sounds relieved and accepts it calmly. However, when Song Xiyan heard that Nie Pan called herself "Song Hedong", she couldn't help but be furious. She reached out and twisted Nie Pan's ears to vent her hatred. Unexpectedly, Nie Pan suddenly took action like the wind, and a strange hand locked Song Xiyan's wrist.

"Oh, how dare you resist?"

Song Xiyan's nature of practicing martial arts broke out. He instinctively changed his gestures and changed his technique. The hand that was originally going to twist Nie Pan's ears turned into a grasp. He was ready to pinch the acupuncture point on Nie Pan's shoulder and let him honestly beg for mercy.

Who knows that Song Xiyan's action is fast, and Nie Pan's capture is faster. Song Xiyan hasn't reacted yet. His arm has been locked by Nie Pan. A slight pain came. Suddenly, one arm lost his strength. Song Xiyan saw Nie Pan's kung fu on the train to Ningxia more than a month ago, and she relied on her own merits. The husband could easily subdue him, but he didn't expect that he would treat him with new eyes for three days. In an instant, he subdued himself, and he was shocked and angry!

"Nive Pan, do you have public morality? You hurt them... Ouch... It hurts so much. Where did you learn to be so fast, or did you hide it before?" Song Xiyan pretended to be in pain and begged for mercy, while asking Nie Pan why the salted fish turned over.

"Well, the tiger doesn't do it. You think I'm a sick cat!"

Nie Pan snorted and threw Song Xiyan's arm aside: "Remember, the masters are all hidden, and I will not easily show my true kung fu unless I have to."

Zhuo Qinglin has been sitting next to the two of them and looking at it coldly. Although she doesn't know much about Chinese kung fu, she has also learned a little practical fighting skills from defeating the dragon. It is still vivid that Nie Pan was caught by the ankle by defeating the dragon that night. At this moment, it is extremely fast to see that Nie Pan's action. For Nie Pan was very surprised by the changes during this period.

"Oit's all right, you two don't always quarrel and affect my judgment."

Zhuo Qinglin stretched out her hand and gently massaged her temples, leaned her back against the chair, closed her eyes, and recalled everything that happened after she came home yesterday. Everything came to her mind like a movie rewind...

Zhuo Qinglin remembered that she took a shower after she came home last night. When she came out, her father had returned home with her stepmother Su Yuan. When she took a shower and went out, they were sitting on the sofa in the hall playing chess. Later, she sat next to them and said a few words, but simply said Nie Pan. What happened in Hangzhou and comforted the stepmother Su Yuan not to worry about Nie Pan. The case in Hangzhou has been understood. Then she went back to her room to sleep. When talking to the two of them, Zhuo Qinglin was 100% sure that she did not mention a word about Director Luo.

Then there was what happened this morning. Zhuo Qinglin got up at 6:40 and ran for 20 minutes on the treadmill in the gym of her villa. During this period, she talked with the defeated dragon who worked out together for a while about the upcoming "King of Muay Thai Championship" in Hong Kong. Later, the two came to the shooting room together. Practicing shooting, she did not mention Director Luo's words; then she answered a phone call from a female colleague of the criminal police brigade. She told Zhuo Qinglin that she would go on a blind date in half a month. The two women talked about some close friends, and did not mention the possibility of the dead forensic doctor...

Finally, at 7:40 a.m., Zhuo Qinglin dialed the phone number of the person who informed her yesterday that Director Luo had returned from Beijing. Because this person lived in the same community as Director Luo, Zhuo Qinglin told him to see if Director Luo was at home, so as not to avoid being with Nie Panpu. Empty.

This man was all about wanting to hug the Zhuo family's thighs. Naturally, he obeyed Zhuo Qinglin's instructions. He first ran to the Luo family and asked whether Director Luo was at home. After hearing that Director Luo went out for morning exercise, the man looked for the director along Director Luo's usual morning exercise route, but accidentally found that Director Luo was out of the road. Woe, and the traffic police have arrived at the scene and hurriedly called Zhuo Qinglin's mobile phone number...

This scene appeared in Zhuo Qinglin's eyes. Zhuo Qinglin could not judge that she had made a mistake in her place at all. Among all the people who talked to her from last night to now, except Nie Pan and others, only the person who reported to himself knew that he was going to find Director Luo today, but Zhuo Qinglin also knew This person is as timid as a mouse. The reason why he works so hard for himself is that he wants to get the promotion of the Zhuo family in the future. This kind of person does not have the intelligence to play the game of "mantis catches cicadas and yellow finch" with him at all, and he doesn't need to inform himself that Director Luo is back before revealing the news...

Zhuo Qinglin leaned against the chair, stretched out her hand and scratched her burgundy hair hard. After thinking for a few minutes, she finally came to a conclusion: "Nie Pan, I really can't figure out what's wrong with it. I swear, I didn't mention us to my father and your mother, the person closest to us. How can I tell others about the matter of going to Director Luo? So I think this matter may be too complicated for us to think... Maybe there is no such thing as leaking information at all, let alone that it is impossible for anyone to make such a chain of murder. If in this case, every step of our actions is controlled by him, what a terrible thing is it? I think this is more likely to be an unexpected car accident. Just when we are looking for Director Luo, the unfortunate Director Luo suffered a car accident. It's so simple, just like a storyteller. It's a coincidence that it's not a book. Now we complicate the simple things and subconsciously always murder the 'conspiracy theory'. On 'In this dead corner, if you think about complicated things simply, all the problems will be solved, won't you?'

"Well, listening carefully to Qinglin's analysis, I think this is also the same truth. Maybe it may be just an ordinary car accident. This car accident has nothing to do with the death of Uncle Nie. It just happens that the two cases have intersections, and then it is complicated by us..." Song Xiyan He nodded and agreed with Zhuo Qinglin's point of view.

Nie Pan listened to Zhuo Qinglin's words, picked up the teacup and drank the tea inside. The slightly bitter taste of tea can keep his brain calm: "No, I still think this car accident is a detailed murder... Oh, by the way, I remember, I have a way to prove this. Is a car accident a murder!"

Zhuo Qinglin and Song Xiyan looked at each other and asked in one voice, "What's the way? Say it quickly?"