Lingjiang original river channel

Hu Zheng reimagined the previous situation.

He felt that asking for the detailed address of the B&B could cause more trouble.

So he decided to think about it in a different way.

Instead of wasting time here, try to look for some possible opportunities.

Who the hell is secreting?

He thought as he turned off his phone.

He Jinglei walked into the kitchen, and Fu Hong looked at her in surprise.

"It's so late?".

"I went to the library to look for books. "

"It's rare that you actually go to the library. "

He Jinglei smiled, pretended to be angry, and put the vegetables she bought back into the refrigerator.

At this moment, the doorbell rang in the entrance, and He Jinglei and her father exchanged glances.

"Will it be a guest at the accommodation?"

He Jinglei thought to herself, so she walked out of the door quickly and found two uniformed police officers standing at the door.

A middle-aged man and a young man.

He Jinglei was stunned for a moment.

Are you the owner of this house?".

The middle-aged officer asked.

"Yes. "

He Jinglei nodded.

The

officer took what looked like a notice from the young officer next to him.

Hand it to He Jinglei.

"Have you seen this person recently, or have you seen a similar guest?".

"I ...... Saw this man on TV and in the newspapers. "

He Jinglei looked at the photo on the notice and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"Looks like you do. "

The officer's expression softened and he nodded

"That's right, he is a suspect in the homicide that happened in Lingjiang Town, he may be hiding in this county, and we are searching for the homestay in the county one by one. "

He Jinglei was silent for a moment and nodded.

She tried her best to control the fluctuations in her heart and not let them show up on her face.

The police seem to have found some clues.

There may have been a large number of police forces conducting search operations in various places.

"Can you help me put this notice in a prominent place?"

"Okay. "

She took the notice.

"And this. "

The officer handed over a photo

"This is the suspect we are looking for. "

Hearing this, He Jinglei couldn't help but gasp.

The young officer pulled out another photo.

There are four portraits printed on the photo, all of which are Hu Zheng's appearance.

However, some photos show him wearing sunglasses, and some photos show him with a beard.

It seems to be assuming how Hu Zheng will disguise and produce four representative images.

When I saw the photo of Hu Zheng holding his hat very low.

He Jinglei couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Because that's exactly what he was like when he lived at this time!

Has he ever asked you how to get to a certain place or what kind of transport do you need to take?

No.

He Jinglei shook her head.

Wu Haitao's face looked disappointed, and he supported his cheeks with his hands.

Apparently unhappy that this place doesn't provide any useful clues.

Fu Hong walked in, he seemed to have taken other criminal policemen to see the room where Hu Zheng lived.

He sat a little further away from us and looked at me with some concern.

"How does that guest feel?".

Wu Haitao continued to ask.

"Feel? huh...... He doesn't seem to be willing to let people see his face because he always wears sunglasses. "

Wu Haitao asked again: "When that guest lived here, did you enter his room?"

"Nope. "

He Jinglei immediately replied, "We are different from hotels here, and we don't just go into guests' rooms to clean up. "

"Did you leave anything in the room after the guest left, did you leave any traces?"

"I didn't find it. "

"Where's their garbage?".

He Jinglei replied, "It's already been disposed of." "

Fu Hong nodded.

"Have you spoken to him? Anything is fine. "

Wu Haitao scratched his head and said. I shook my head.

"That's when he offered to stay another night. "

He Jinglei replied, "No more talking." "

Fu Hong kept his head down, and then suddenly raised his head, as if to say something.

He Jinglei prayed that he wouldn't say anything, maybe the prayer was heard by Fu Hong.

The inspection continued until late at night, during which Fu Hong and I stayed in the living room.

I wasn't ready to go back to my room until everyone had left.

Fu Hong stopped me, He Jinglei turned around, and he asked.

Fu Hong scratched his head and walked towards He Jinglei with a somewhat troubled expression.

"Why didn't you mention that?".

He asked.

"Which one?".

"It's the computer, didn't that guest teach you?"

"Oh, that's it, my dad is actually there, too. "

He probably said that I asked him to teach He Jinglei how to enlarge and print out his son's photo.

He Jinglei smiled slightly, trying to make her expression look relaxed.

"That's not a big deal. "

"Maybe, but didn't the police say that any small thing can be reported?".

Perhaps, she thought, he was referring to the trivial things.

"Oops, these trivial things are such a headache!".

Fu Hong sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Lately, he seems to be constantly being asked, and he feels that it is too much trouble for him to be concerned about such trivial matters.

"However, we should still assist the police in their investigation. "

He said firmly.

Fu Hong was an old-fashioned man who had a deep respect for the police and civil servants.

He believes that everyone has a responsibility to contribute to social justice and fairness.

However, for the trivial things, he always felt that they did not help the investigation in any way.

He didn't want to be involved, and he didn't want to be mistaken for talking to the murderer.

This doesn't do any good for their homestay.

If it is not handled well, it may damage their image.

"Hey, you know ......."

Fu Hong rubbed the back of his neck and said with some concern, "You don't know something, do you?"

He Jinglei's eyes widened, and her body temperature seemed to rise a few points.

"What do you know?" she asked, a little nervously.

"That guest is the murderer!".

Fu Hong's words made He Jinglei stunned, she frowned, and her voice raised an octave.

"What are you talking nonsense? How is it possible? Dad, don't talk nonsense! Why do you think that?".

He Jinglei knew that if she was too angry, it would be self-defeating, but she still kept a straight face and firmly denied it.

At night, she seemed to hear conversation.

What night was it? She remembers that night when she went to the bathroom, she heard a voice coming from the living room.

She didn't think much of it at the time, but looking back now, she thought it was incredible.

Who the hell is she talking to?