Reborn Ace Prosecutor

Yang Xiyao shook her head silently. If Han Cai's death was just an accident and had nothing to do with the procuratorate's investigation, then it would be too coincidental. But as the implication of Feng Ling's words is, as long as she investigates Han Cai herself,

Han Cai was bound to die, which meant that the secret was leaked within the Procuratorate, and the identity of the leaker was not low. This was an inference that Yang Xiyao was unwilling to make.

"Let's take a look at the case first!" Yang Xiyao walked in first, followed closely by Feng Ling and Nie Xiaoqian.

The scene of the crime was in Han Ping's study. The study was antique, with several ancient Chinese calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. There were two wicker chairs on both sides of an ancient stove.

The purple clay pot above looks to be of great value.

Lying on the wicker chair on the left was a man with gray hair. There was no trace of life in his body at this time, and there was a needle about five centimeters long with a cork stuck in his neck. He was leaning on the wicker chair.

.It seems that the needle stuck in Han Cai's neck is undoubtedly a poisonous needle.

There was a girl sitting on another chair, who was currently writing notes. The girl had slender legs and extremely fair skin. Feng Ling glanced away, but felt that she looked very familiar. After thinking about it again, she turned out to be Fan Jian that day.

One of the two girls from the Foreign Languages ​​University that I invited was the oval-faced beauty Chen Yu.

"Who are you from the deceased?" A female police officer was questioning Chen Yu.

"I...we are friends!" Chen Yu hesitated and replied.

"Friend?" the policewoman asked back, her disdain clearly evident.

"We are not what you think!" Chen Yu suddenly became excited and shouted.

"Be quiet and answer the question! You are still a criminal suspect!" The policewoman looked at Chen Yu coldly, and Chen Yu was suddenly discouraged.

"Tell me what happened!" the policewoman then asked.

"This morning, around eight o'clock this morning, Uncle Han called me and said that he had something important to tell me, so I took a taxi over! Then Uncle Han asked me to go into the study with him! Then he locked the door.

On! By the way, before the door was locked, Uncle Han's nephew brought two cups of coffee, put the purple clay pot on it and went out!" Chen Yu recalled.

"Then what? What did the victim say to you?"

"Uncle Han said that I should take good care of the things he gave me, and then for some reason, I felt a little dizzy and wanted to sleep. I was so dizzy that I didn't know how long I slept, and finally woke up. Then I found Han

My uncle is lying on a chair with a poisonous needle in his neck, and he is dead!" Chen Yu said here, finally couldn't bear it anymore and started sobbing.

Feng Ling carefully observed the surrounding environment. The window was locked from the inside and there was no sign of it being opened. The door of the study room was locked from the inside and there was no keyhole from the outside. In other words, this was a secret room murder.

, when the murder occurred, there were only Chen Yu and Han Cai in the room, and there was no third person, so Chen Yu was naturally the most suspicious at this time.

Chen Yu finished the transcript intermittently, and then asked timidly: "Officer, can I leave?" The policewoman said coldly: "I'm sorry, since you are now a major criminal suspect, you must go back to the police with us.

The Bureau is under investigation!”

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, with a look of fear on her face. She looked around hesitantly, and then she spotted Feng Ling, with a look of hope on her face. Feng Ling shook her head slightly, and Chen Yu finally restrained herself.

He stopped himself and did not call out Feng Ling's name.