On the day of my entry, I carried the wanted criminal report with one hand!

Chapter 208 The murder weapon has been determined!

After a careful search, they found no trace of the murder weapon.

"Forget it, forget it, let's eat first! I'm hungry!"

Yao Jin looked at the time on his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Brother Yao, you came here directly after filming, and you didn't eat anything, did you?"

Afterwards, Yao Jin looked at Lin Yao and asked.

Lin Yao shook his head, and refused with a solemn expression:
"I won't eat, and I have to go out. It's a waste of time."

"After all, there are only two hours left before they take off."

"You don't need to go out."

Yao Jin said directly, then pointed to the operating room over there and said,

"I just saw that there are still a few plane meals left over there. Let's eat it if we can reheat it."

"Well, that's fine."

Lin Yao looked over there, then nodded.

It's so late now, I'm really hungry.

"Alright, I'll heat it up!"

After Yao Jin said something, he walked directly inside.

Lin Yao frowned and continued to search along the aisle.

There was no murder weapon on the plane. Could it be that he was really taken off the plane by the murderer?
What kind of thing was the murder weapon?

Lin Yao searched suspiciously, shaking his head secretly.

The sense of urgency put him under a lot of pressure.

The murderer must have been among those on the plane.

If the case cannot be solved, the murderer will take off with other passengers in more than two hours and escape.

"Come on, brother Yao! You have a big appetite, eat three servings, and I will eat two."

After a while, Yao Jin came out with five servings of food wrapped in tin foil on a dinner plate.

Lin Yao had no choice but to temporarily put down his search and sit on the chair next to him.

"what is this?"

Lin Yao looked up at the food on Yao Jin's dinner plate, and asked him.

"Hot dog, I just heated it up."

After Yao Jin finished speaking, he put the dinner plate aside, then picked up one from the top and handed it to Lin Yao.

After Lin Yao took it, he peeled off the tin foil.

Suddenly, Lin Yao's eyes widened and he stared closely at the food in his hand.

Yao Jingang took a bite and saw Lin Yao's expression, so he asked suspiciously:

"What's the matter? Brother Yao, is this hot dog not to your liking? Let's just make do with it and fill our stomachs."

Lin Yao stared closely at the hot dog in his hand, then suddenly raised his head and asked:
"Is it also packaged like this when passengers on the plane eat?"

Yao Jin was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the people around him, and said:
"It should be. I'll call the stewardess over to ask."

"I'll go."

A police officer quickly called in the flight attendant who was waiting outside.

Others looked at Lin Yao suspiciously, not knowing what else he was thinking of.

Soon, the stewardess walked in.

Lin Yao asked her the question again.

The stewardess nodded and said:
"Yes, when we distribute in-flight meals, this is how they are given to passengers."

After Lin Yao heard this answer, his expression was solemn.

This is, Yao Jin on the side couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked Lin Yao:

"Brother Yao, is there something wrong with this hot dog? Do you suspect that the murderer poisoned it?"

Lin Yao didn't speak, but took the hot dog out of it and put it aside.

Then hold the tin foil in both hands and fold it up.

Others watched his operation suspiciously.

Lin Yao folded the tin foil repeatedly, getting smaller and smaller, and finally folded into the shape of a sharp knife.

Seeing this, everyone vaguely understood what it meant, and stared at the "knife" in his hand with wide eyes.

Afterwards, Lin Yao took out the sausage from the hot dog and put it on the table.

Suddenly, Lin Yao held the prepared "knife" in his right hand and frantically stabbed at the sausage.

Immediately, the "knife" directly penetrated the sausage.

After a few strokes, the sausage was a horrible sight.

Only then did Lin Yao stop his hands and put the "knife" aside.

"Brother Yao, what do you mean, the murder weapon used by the murderer is this thing folded out of tin foil wrapped in food?"

After seeing its lethality, Yao Jin said loudly in surprise.

Wang Lei next to him couldn't help but nodded slightly, and said:
"A murder weapon made of tin foil is indeed strong enough to penetrate a person's throat."

"When a non-Newtonian fluid moves at a high speed, it can maintain its original shape."

After Wang Lei finished speaking, the others kept nodding their heads.

"In that case, the murder weapon is likely to be this thing? After all, we couldn't find other murder weapons."

Yao Jin nodded, and couldn't help but say,

"If the murder weapon is determined, then we have made great progress."

"It's very simple to confirm whether the murder weapon is this thing. You just need to ask them to test whether there is aluminum powder in the wound of the deceased."

Wang Lei on the side looked serious, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Huh? Check the aluminum powder?"

Yao Jin couldn't help but frowned suspiciously, and then asked:
"The murder weapon is tin foil, why do you need to check the aluminum powder?"

While making a phone call, Wang Lei explained to him:

"Tinfoil is actually aluminum foil, and it's made of aluminum, not tin."

"Oh, so that's the case, I really don't know."

Yao Jin smiled and nodded,

"I have increased my knowledge again."

"Hello? Quickly check if there is aluminum powder on the wound of the deceased. Yes, it is aluminum powder."

After the call was connected, Wang Lei immediately said to his colleagues who were doing the autopsy.

Then, he hung up the phone.

Everyone present was anxiously waiting for the result.

After a while, Wang Lei's phone rang.

"Hello? How did it turn out? Aluminum powder?! Okay, I see!"

Wang Lei finished speaking excitedly, and then put away the phone.

Immediately, everyone couldn't help looking at Lin Yao with admiration.

He actually guessed right!
But Lin Yao frowned slightly, shook his head and said:
"If the murder weapon is tin foil, it would be easier for the murderer to handle."

Then, he turned his head to look at Wang Lei and asked:
"When you checked just now, you didn't find the folded tin foil, did you?"

"No, if it was discovered, it would have been reported long ago."

Wang Lei shook his head directly and denied it.

Afterwards, Lin Yao turned his head to look at the stewardess again, and asked:

"Do you collect the tin foil left over after the passengers have eaten the food or what?"

The flight attendant immediately replied to Lin Yao:
"We have a paper bag for each seat for passengers to hold garbage, but generally after a period of time after the meals are distributed, we will collectively collect the garbage."

"Then did you accept it this time?"

Lin Yao stared at her closely.

"Received."

The stewardess nodded immediately.

Lin Yao and the others let out a helpless sigh of relief.

If it is not charged, it can also be judged by seeing which seat does not have tin foil.

Now all their garbage has been taken away, and I can't even check it this way.

"Nevertheless. I remember one passenger who didn't throw the tinfoil in the bin."

When everyone was downcast, the stewardess said something suddenly.

Suddenly, everyone widened their eyes and looked at her.

"Are you sure?"

Lin Yao looked at her excitedly and asked.

The stewardess thought for a while, then nodded with certainty, and said:

"I'm sure, because we were pushing the cart to collect the garbage, and when we walked over there, everyone handed the garbage to us."

"But when he got here, his garbage bag was empty, and there was no tinfoil wrapping on the table."

"At that time, I was a little confused, thinking that he was not hygienic and didn't know where to stuff it, so I was more impressed."

"Then do you remember which seat he was sitting in?"

After Lin Yao finished listening, he asked her immediately.

"Well, remember."

The flight attendant nodded, then pointed to a seat in front, and said:

"That's the one."

"Quick, quickly check the information of the passenger sitting in this seat."

Wang Lei immediately said to a colleague next to him.

Then, the police officer looked up the registered passenger information.

"This is the passenger named Sun Qiqian, 41 years old."

After a while, the police officer immediately pointed to the notebook and said.

"Okay, it's almost certain that the murderer is this kid, I'll go find him! Which room is he in?"

After Yao Jin heard it, he became excited instantly and was about to run out of the plane.

Lin Yao looked at him helplessly, and shouted:

"Wait a minute, don't get excited! I'll go with you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yao wrote down Sun Qiqian's room number, and then walked out with Yao Jin.

"Officer Lin, do you want to ask a few people to go with you? If this Sun Qiqian is really the murderer, I'm afraid he will resist in the corner. You are in danger!"

Wang Lei couldn't help shouting at them with concern from behind.

Yao Jin turned around and said with a smile:

"What are you thinking, brother! With Zhan Hu going, can you let him run away?"

After speaking, the two walked out of the plane exit directly.

"This kid, I'll see what he says when confronted face to face!"

"This kid is so hateful, he dared to kill people in public! He also made us unable to go back to dinner at night, and investigate the case here!"

As Yao Jin walked, he couldn't help complaining to Lin Yao.

The pressure that was suppressed in my heart just now was completely vented at this moment.

But Lin Yao frowned, thinking about the whole case.

Soon, the two came to the hotel next to the airport, and then came to the door of Sun Qiqian's room.

"Dong dong!"

"Open the door!"

Yao Jin directly knocked hard on the door of the room.

"Who?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man's impatient voice came from inside.

"Police, open the door!"

Yao Jin shouted impatiently.

In his heart, this Sun Qiqian was basically the murderer.

"Boom."

The door was pulled open from inside immediately.

A somewhat scruffy middle-aged man with a beard came out of it.

"You are finally here, how long will you keep us locked here!"

Before Yao Jin could question him, he yelled at Yao Jin directly.

Yao Jin was stunned for a moment, and the words he wanted to say were on his lips.

After a while, he didn't react.

Your grandma, you killed someone, how dare you be so rude to me? !
Afterwards, Yao Jin was going to question him.

But Sun Qiqian immediately shouted emotionally:

"Say it! When will we go? I'm still waiting to go home to see my son! My wife has given birth to a second child and is still waiting in the hospital!"

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When Yao Jingang wanted to say something, Lin Yao came up from behind.

"Don't get excited, let's go in and talk."

Afterwards, Lin Yao pushed the two of them into the room.

"What are you talking about! Hurry up and let our plane take off! I want to go home!"

After entering the room, Sun Qiqian still shouted emotionally.

Yao Jin looked at him and snorted coldly, then said:

"Don't bluff to cover up your guilty conscience."

"Ah? What? Guilty, guilty conscience?"

Sun Qiqian froze for a moment, stared at Yao Jin, and then shouted:
"You should be the ones who are guilty! Who will bear the delay if so many of us are locked up here."

Yao Jin stared closely at his eyes with a solemn expression, then took out a ball of tinfoil from his pocket, held it in front of him, and asked sharply:
"Let me ask you! I was eating hot dogs on the plane, where did your tin foil go?"

After Yao Jin finished asking, Lin Yao just stared at Sun Qiqian, observing his expression.

"Huh? Tin foil?"

Sun Qiqian's face tightened, staring at the ball of tinfoil in Yao Jin's hand, with a puzzled look on his face.

Lin Yao couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Yes! After our investigation, the murder weapon used to kill the deceased was a sharp object folded from tin foil."

Yao Jin stared at him and said sharply,
"And through our inquiry with the flight attendants, we learned that when they collected the garbage, everyone's tin foil was recycled, but you didn't have any tin foil. How do you explain it?"

After Yao Jin finished speaking, Sun Qiqian was completely stunned.

After a while, he looked at Yao Jin hesitantly and said:

"What do you mean? You don't suspect me as a murderer, do you?"

Yao Jin looked at him with raised eyebrows, then said:

"The murder weapon is tin foil. Only your tin foil is gone. Who do you think we should suspect if we don't suspect you?"

When Sun Qiqian heard this, he waved his hands anxiously, and then said:
"No, I'm talking about the police comrades, you can't mess around! You can't just pour dirty water on me if you can't catch someone!"

"The tin foil is so soft, how could it be possible to kill people?! You are trying to commit a crime, so there is nothing wrong with it!"

Yao Jin immediately said:

"Please pay attention to your words, then you answer my question now, where does the tin foil go after you eat the hot dog?"

"I just threw my tinfoil on the floor."

Sun Qiqian's emotional speech was a little awkward, and he said hastily.

"Throw it on the ground? On which ground did you throw it?"

Yao Jin asked closely.

"Just throw it in the aisle."

Sun Qiqian said immediately.

"Dropped it in the aisle?"

Yao Jin stared at him with raised eyebrows, then asked:

"Then why didn't we see it when we checked, and didn't see it when the stewardess collected the trash? Tell the truth!"

At this time, Sun Qiqian knew that he was now suspected of being a murderer, and he was also terrified.

He heard Yao Jin say this, so he explained again and again:
"After I finished eating, I just threw it on the floor in the aisle, and then I rested."

"When the stewardess came to collect the garbage, I looked on the ground and saw that the tin foil was gone. As for who picked it up, I don't know!"

(End of this chapter)