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"According to the current information, neither Dong Peng nor Xue Mo had time to commit the crime." Director Wang frowned: "Er Feng is watching Xue Mo, and Danian has asked the hospital staff about Dong Peng, but he has never left."

"But!" Director Wang projected the screen of his mobile phone onto the big screen: "Xue Mo updated new content at noon today, and it was about today's case. The time when Xue Mo posted was basically the same as the time when the case was posted, or it might be just after the case happened."

"Could it be that he can really predict the case?" a policeman asked in confusion.

"Obviously this is impossible." Director Wang shook his head: "I always think that there is nothing beyond science in this world, but I don't have a good idea as to why he can know it. Let's discuss the case first."

"Director Wang, the identity of the deceased has been confirmed through the identity certificate left by the property. He is a worker nearby, but the strange thing is that the site works sixteen hours a day, but the neighbors downstairs say that the man is at home every day. This is a bit strange. We are currently looking for the factory to verify it." A policeman reported first.

"Well, implement it as soon as possible." Director Wang nodded: "Now Dong Peng and Xue Mo's suspicions can be temporarily ruled out. To find the murderer, we must first start with interpersonal relationships."

"Yes." The police nodded and sat down.

"Director Wang, we checked the property's surveillance, but the situation..." The police took out a set of pictures: "Everyone, take a look, except for the surveillance at the gate, only a few others can be used, and the picture quality is very poor."

"According to the surveillance content that can be seen so far, no one was seen walking into the community through the gate with a hammer." He deliberately emphasized the word "gate": "In addition, only the people who entered and left the community today have a certain reference value, and there is no other information."

There is actually little difference between saying this news and not saying it. No one took a hammer from the gate of the community does not mean that no one passed a hammer through the fence of the community, and the people who entered and left the community... Let's not talk about whether the murderer will go through the gate, just talking about the number of residents in the community, it is a big problem to check them one by one...

"Is there any surveillance in the building opposite?" Director Wang asked.

"No." The policeman shook his head regretfully. He understood what Director Wang meant. That was where the murderer escaped. If there was surveillance, the target could be locked directly: "We also asked the residents of the opposite building, and none of them saw anyone climbing down yesterday." "Ask more, maybe someone just saw it." Director Wang nodded, reminded, and then looked at another policeman: "Are there any fingerprints on the hammer?" "No." The policeman shook his head, stood up and said: "Not only on the hammer, we didn't even find any clues about the murderer at the entire scene. There are no fingerprints, no footprints, and no hair. The murderer seems to be a very careful person, or he is fully armed." "No matter how careful you are, it is impossible to prevent hair loss, right?" Another policeman raised an objection: "But if it is fully armed, will people in the community have no reaction when they see it?" "Do you suspect that we can't check it properly?" The previous policeman frowned slightly and asked. "No, it just means that he should have worn a full set of equipment. After all, blood would be splattered when he killed someone. If he wore a full set of equipment, where would he throw it? Or how would he take it away?" the police analyzed. "Yes!" Director Wang nodded: "Have you checked the trash cans? In addition, did anyone go in and out with a backpack that day?"

"No useful clues were found in the trash cans. As for the people who went in and out with backpacks, there were quite a lot, but most of them were students from the next-door Chixin No. 2 Middle School. They all left in the morning. As for noon, no one was found to go in and out with a big bag."

"Is it possible that the murderer is still in the community?" Zhao Feng made a guess: "No matter who the deceased is, the residents in the campus are people who have intersections with him, and if it is a resident in the community, it is convenient to escape from the scene."

"Yeah." Director Wang nodded: "Residents in the community cannot relax the investigation, but there are so many residents in the community that it is not easy to search one by one."

"Director Wang, there is news." Just when Director Wang was in a stalemate, suddenly there was news: "According to the factory, the deceased is still alive!"

"Still alive?" Director Wang frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

The person has become a pancake, can he still be alive?

"No, no," the man sorted out his words: "The factory said that the worker is still alive and is working in the factory now."

"Who is dead?" Director Wang thought for a while: "Call the worker quickly!"

Half an hour passed.

The man did not escape, and the worker hurried to the Public Security Bureau in his work clothes.

"Is that house yours?" Director Wang asked the worker.

"Yes, it's mine." The worker nodded: "But I don't live in it, I rented it to someone else."

"Rented it to someone else?" Director Wang looked at the worker suspiciously: "As far as I know, you don't have any other house, and the property information also shows that you haven't rented out the house."

"I really don't have any other house." The worker nodded and said: "I live in the factory, and I rented out my house. One reason is that my home is far from the company, and we only have eight hours of rest every day. It's not worth spending another hour on the road. Another reason is that renting it out can also earn more income."

"Why don't you have a rental contract?" Director Wang asked with a frown.

In this case, it is better to rent out the house. Sixteen hours a day is longer than Director Wang's own working hours.

"At that time, the man said he didn't want to sign, saying..." The worker scratched his head embarrassedly.

"What did you say?"

"He said that if you don't sign the contract, you will pay an extra 100 yuan in rent every month."

"Then do you know his identity?" Director Wang frowned, this man does look like a big problem.

"When I first rented the house, he said he was a teacher at No. 2 Middle School, so he lived nearby, but later when I went back to get something, I saw him at home, and the house was messy, so I suspected he was an unemployed vagrant."

"Then why did you rent the room to him?"

"He could afford the rent, so I rented it..." The worker also regretted it a little: "Who would have thought that this would happen? If he died, what would I do with my house?"

As he spoke, the worker, a grown man, was about to cry.

"Do you know that what you are doing is illegal?" Director Wang said coldly, "Let me ask you, how much do you know about him? Tell me everything without missing a single thing!"