Reborn Ace Prosecutor

When several people appeared outside Han Cai's villa again, it was already half an hour later. Seeing the lights on the second floor of the villa, Li Kun couldn't help but look at Feng Ling proudly and said: "It seems that your judgment is

Wrong! Han Ping is still inside!"

Feng Ling smiled faintly and said nothing. He just stepped forward and pressed the doorbell button. The crisp and sweet music sounded several times, but there was no response at all from the villa.

"Xiaoqian, call Han Ping!" Yang Xiyao ordered coldly. As for Han Ping's identity, although Han Cai's death had almost nothing to do with him, as the only witness present in the case, Han Ping must

Always wait for summons.

"Yang Chu, Han Ping's cell phone is turned off!" Nie Xiaoqian dialed the cell phone, and all she heard was a mechanical response from the system.

"Contact the property management of the community and ask them to open the door!" Yang Xiyao then ordered, and another law enforcement inspector immediately rushed to the property management.

The authority of the Procuratorate is extremely powerful in this era, so the property management company did not dare to neglect at all, and the manager on duty immediately came over with the key to open the door.

"Search around for Han Ping's whereabouts and see if there are any clues!" Yang Xiyao gave the order, and several prosecutors immediately started searching professionally. Yang Xiyao, on the other hand, led Feng Ling and others directly in.

He entered Han Cai's study. The most important thing at this time was to confirm whether Feng Ling's inference was valid, so as to determine the procuratorate's next course of action. Yang Xiyao intuitively felt that Feng Ling was right.

"This is where Han Cai is used to sitting. I now assume that Han Cai's neck is in this place!" Feng Ling said as he placed a wooden board on the wicker chair. Yang Xiyao and others didn't look at it.

Find out where he came from. Feng Ling took a red pen and drew a circle on the template.

Immediately after bending down to light the fire on the stove, Feng Ling skillfully added in the very finely made coals that exuded the scent of pine. The whole set of movements was as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Ah, Feng Ling, you seem to be very skillful. It seems that you can make good tea!" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Feng Ling's noble-spirited behavior and actually forgot that she was still investigating the case. She couldn't help but be charming.

asked. Yang Xiyao glared at her fiercely, but did not blame her, because she was also quite curious in her heart. There were too many mysteries surrounding this guy Feng Ling.

"No, isn't that how it's played on TV? I'm just following it!" Feng Ling casually put the kettle on the stove, took out a cork and an ordinary sewing needle, and removed it from the kettle.

The mouth was stuffed.

"Hmph!" Yang Xiyao glanced at Feng Ling angrily, already convinced that this guy was cheating again. Judging from Feng Ling's actions just now, he had at least twenty years of experience in the tea ceremony. With the same momentum,

She only saw it in her grandfather Yang Lao and a few big shots.

All things in the world, and all kinds of methods, in the end actually lead to the same destination through different paths, and they all secretly echo the way of heaven. Big figures such as Mr. Yang hold the power of the country, and their hearts are like the bright moon, and it is difficult to be stained by dust. Therefore, in the tea ceremony, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, transcending the world.

.But Feng Ling is just a big kid in his early twenties, how could he have such a state of mind. Thinking of this, Yang Xiyao's doubts became more and more intense.