Solving a Case: I Beg You, Get Out of Prison!

The old man's words are like a cloud of fog.

Not only Han Jun, but Song Ye also looked at the old lady in the projection.

"Old man, are you sure you saw him?"

Han Jun asked again. The old man nodded his head and said: "It was not very sure, but I still think he is him. If I remember, I was in the park. I just bought it from the supermarket at the time. Many things come back."

"Because the distance is not very far, so I thought about bringing it home by myself. But then it was too heavy for me to lift it. It was this guy who saw it and hurried over to help me lift things."

"He kept bringing things up to my door. At that time, I was very thankful for him and invited him to the house for tea. But he put down his things and left. I even called many times and he smiled and waved to say no."

The old man stopped as he said, looked at Han Jun and said, "Comrade police, are you looking for this young man? He is very kind, is he still committing a crime?"

"The old man will talk about these questions later. Where did you see him for the second time? Do you know where he lives?"

The old man thought about it seriously, and said, "The second time I also met in the supermarket. I happened to meet him when I was shopping the other day, so we talked. The young man recognized me at a glance, so We talked a few words while shopping."

"I asked him where he was from, and he said he was from Jiangzhou. I asked him what he was doing here, and he said to work. Anyway, I asked some daily questions, oh yes... he seemed to say that he lives in Changsha It's in Ming Lane, but I didn't ask which one it was."

Han Jun glanced at Jiao Jing at this time, and the latter understood that he had come to arrange manpower to go to Changming Lane to do the work first.

Waiting for Jiao Jing to make arrangements, Han Jun asked the old lady, "The old man, are you the only one you see him every time?"

"No, the second time it seemed that he was with his friend."

Don't talk about Han Jun, Jiao Jing, who was about to put away his mobile phone, glanced over at this moment.

"What does his friend look like."?"

"I don't know exactly what it looks like, but that young man has a very delicate appearance and looks good."

When the old man finished speaking, Han Jun's mind seemed to have a voice shouting: "It's him, it must be him!"

"Team Jiao, let's go to Changming Alley right now."

"go!"

Jiao Jing followed Han Jun and got in the car and headed directly towards Changming Lane.

Changming Alley is an old alley along Jingnan Road, and the houses in the boxes are older than those in urban villages like Jinghu Village.

However, there are not many tenants in Changming Lane. Most of them are the aborigines of Qingcheng and belong to the area to be demolished.

In the car, Han Jun is already contacting Song Ye.

"In this case, you can no longer use the gourd to draw a dipper, but search for the right sight. Otherwise, one who doesn't pay attention may really go far away."

Although it is difficult for a large living person to escape the police search in today's era, a person like a murderer is too dangerous. If you leave it alone for a day, there may be a new victim.

Listening to Song Ye's words, Han Jun didn't think of a better way at this time.

"Then Mr. Song thinks how to find the sight."

"Follow the picture to find out."

"Follow the picture to find out?"

"Yes, it's actually the same thing. Before, you used to gather everyone to conduct a large-scale screening, but now you need to screen one by one."

Han Jun took a deep breath: "Understood."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news." Song Ye said with a smile, and continued to observe the projection.

At this time, Han Jun and Jiao Jing had arrived in Changming Lane, and several criminal investigation team policemen who had been hidden in the dark also followed them.

"Team Jiao, Team South Korea."

"You didn't ask, did you?"

"No, I just figured out the general situation in this alley. There are more than 30 households in this alley, most of them are elderly people. There are very few middle-aged or young people, so the whole alley is at night except for Street lights basically don’t have other lights."

Han Jun looked into the alley at this time, then looked at the time, and said, "Have you gotten the contact information of the residents here? If there is a lot of movement at this time, it will be easy to get rid of it."

"Already got it."

The officers took a list and handed it to Han Jun. Han Jun nodded and Jiao Jing dialed the number of the first person.

After explaining his intentions, a house soon turned on the lights and opened the door.

Han Jun and the others walked, and the one who opened the door was an old man in his sixties.

The old man looked up at Jiao Jing and said, "Comrade police, what are you investigating in such a night?"

"Come to you to identify the person. This person lived in your Changming Alley about two or three years ago, and has lived for a long time. Do you recognize him?"

The old man recognized the photo in Jiao Jing's phone and quickly shook his head and said, "¨. It seems familiar, but I can't remember it anymore."

"Are you sure you can't remember which household you live in?"

"Can't remember, but I think I must have seen him. This person must have seen him before."

"That's all right, the old man should rest first."

Jiao Jing didn't ask too much. The old man nodded, but when he was about to close the door, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, right, why don't you ask Jin Hong?"

"Who is Jin Hong?"

"An old woman who pretends to be the chairman of our neighborhood committee in Changming Lane, she likes to be nosy when she's all right."

As the old man said, Jiao Jing replied thank you, so he found the contact information of the golden lady from the list.

As soon as she called, the old lady heard that it was a policeman, her voice increased a bit and said, "I will open the door for you. You will never disturb anyone if you come quietly!"

The old man was very cooperative and soon turned on the light and opened the door.

Everyone walked, still the same (get Zhao) procedure, let them recognize the photo.

The old woman didn't look at it for long before she recognized it: "This is Xiaomu!"

"Yes, he is named Mu. Where did he live before?"

Han Jun's tone couldn't help but get excited, this time she felt that she had really touched the murderer.

"The one who lives in the old yard of Li Kuanhai's house plays very well with Li Kuanhai's cubs."

"Li Kuanhai's son?"

"Yes, two people often go in and out together, and the relationship is like a brother."

"Then they also live with Li Kuanhai?"

"No, Li Kuanhai has been dead for a few years, I remember it should be 17 years."

"He died in 17 years? Why did he die?"

"Hey... I don't have money to treat, and I die. If I have money, I guess I can live for a few years."

Hearing this, Han Jun was 100% sure that the murderer was Li Kuanhai's son! .

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