when the moon whispers

Chapter 400: Accomplice - Native Place (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
Sixty-five Native Places (Part 2)
"Ahem... ahem, you mean Song Yike was also at Chai Qing's house - what was the name of that neighborhood... oh yeah, Qingyun Yaju, and worked as a dismantler in the abandoned shopping mall opposite Qingyun Yaju - ahem! ahem -"

Gu Xing was slurping the breakfast noodles that Director Zhu brought back from the morning market on the other end of the phone. He choked on the chili oil and couldn't hold back his coughing. He turned his head away from the phone microphone and coughed for half a minute before mumbling a "wait a minute" mixed with snot. Then he blew his nose hard and finished his words in a choking voice: "Is this melon ripe? Can you specify the specific day? On the night of Chai Qing's accident, Song Yike's whereabouts were reported to the police station... Oh, no, you called me and threw all of your words at me. Didn't you ask the two of you to go to the sanatorium after the station to ask about Song Wanwan? Where did you sneak off again?"

"The station is not far from the job market... just step on the gas and it will go around in a circle." Jiang Mo first heard a messy noise on the phone and moved away from the phone in disgust. She raised her eyes to look at the spacious road with few cars during rush hour, pretending not to hear her master's scolding "You step on the gas and it will go almost ten kilometers", and gestured to Xiaomi Lu, who was helping to hold the phone, to directly put the phone in the cup holder.

"Although the time is uncertain for the time being...but Brother Hong, who is quite familiar with Song Yike, mentioned that the mall opposite Qingyun Yaju had been dealing in scrap metal and reselling it in the middle of the night. The contractor did not bring a fixed construction team. Some time ago, they basically went to the small square early in the morning to check in people waiting for work, and paid on the same day of work. Moreover, on the day when Chai Qing got into trouble, Brother Hong made it clear that Song Yike did not go to Qingyun Yaju with them, because Song Yike hit the back of his neck while working a few days ago and fainted for a while. The boss was afraid of problems, so he did not let him come again. But speaking of this, it is basically certain that Song Yike is familiar with the situation near Chai Qing's home."

Gu Xing put down the bowl of noodles he was drinking while listening to the phone and asked, "How long has Song Yike been hanging around in the small square of the talent market?"

"Song Yike said that he worked two jobs after he was released from prison after serving his sentence for drunken provocation and damaging property. I urged Xiaomilu to send Song Yike away, and asked Brother Hong about it. He was originally working for a contractor, but after the project in another city was finished and his boss owed him wages after the New Year, he temporarily stopped working. That's why he came to the small square to stay. His days working here may be shorter than Song Yike's."

Jiang Mo curled his lips and stepped on the brakes to avoid a large yellow dog that had jumped out of some house in some village in front of Kangguan Town and was crossing the road. He said with a slight "tsk" sound, "The work at the Shanqian Bar is shift work. Usually Song Yike is not on duty. When he has free time and energy, he will stay in the small square of the talent market for a day. The driver of the small bus also has a deep impression of him. But Master... I think there is something that needs to be paid attention to."

"Song Yike was not on duty on the day Qian An was murdered... Hey, when Chen Zuoyi was about to die, he was in the Shanqian Bar." Gu Xing flipped through the previously compiled files and transcripts, and replied to Jiang Mo with two minds at the same time, "If you have something to say, just say it, don't keep us in suspense."

"The driver of that minivan didn't recognize anyone."

"Don't recognize her?" Gu Xing choked again, "Didn't he say that he had a deep impression of Song Yike?"

"The bus driver might be a little face-blind. When he was chatting with the bricklayer next to him, he asked a few questions. It turned out that the bricklayer didn't recognize the driver at all. The people working in this area are always moving back and forth in batches. The bus driver mistook him for a plumber who just took a job yesterday. The security guard Xiao Song was the same. At first glance at his face, he didn't recognize him at all. He only recognized his name after taking a glance at his clothes." Jiang Mo explained with a sneer, and then ended with a concise sentence: "The bus driver only recognized the clothes, not the face at all."

"...From this point of view, the testimony that the police station asked in the follow-up investigation is at least half watered down...I was wondering why the traffic police detachment called and cursed me just now. Are you trying to trick Wang Jiahao into asking the traffic police detachment to help you keep an eye on someone? I'll arrange someone to take over later. You can ask your old classmates for help. Can you change someone every now and then? Don't just rely on that one idiot to cause trouble--" Gu Xing took a deep breath and suddenly laughed in a low voice. He probably reached out and grabbed Xiao Letian, who was confused and interrupted from nowhere, and pressed his little apprentice to the phone, pinching his neck and forcing him to ask directly: "But...Senior Sister...you've asked this question right to the door. Aren't you afraid that Song Yike will figure it out and run away overnight and never come back while the case is not clear?"

Before the voice on the other end of the phone fell, Xiaomi Lu, who was leaning on the passenger seat and listening in with his seat belt on, nodded curiously like a chicken pecking at rice.

Jiang Mo tilted her head to ask for her master's opinion, and heard him shake his head helplessly. She frowned and saw the sign for the sanatorium not far ahead on the road, and gently turned the steering wheel.

"If these are all coincidences, Song Yike has no need to feel guilty. If not, it means that as long as Song Zhiwen is still alive, the murderer will not escape. His revenge has not yet been completed."

A row of banners welcoming leaders to visit the hospital have just been hung on the outer fence of the suburban hospital, which is a good intention to lay a small foundation for the implementation of the government cooperation project.

The intelligent recognition gate at the entrance of the parking lot was probably not very sensitive. The security guard who was helping to pull the banner waved at Jiang Mo's car from a distance. He walked a few steps towards the pavilion with his baggy new security uniform pants on and tried to lift the pole with the remote control with great difficulty.

Looking at the slogan roll-up banners in the hospital corridor, the signing of the framework cooperation between the two parties has probably entered the countdown stage of preparation. Most of the entrepreneurial leaders who hold multiple positions in the hospital office cherish this last wonderful free time in the private hospital. Only around noon did people appear sporadically in the administrative parking lot and office area to come to work.

Jiang Mo curled up on the sofa in the reception room and waited until he felt sleepy. He squinted his eyes and stared blankly for a long time. Xiaomi Lu, who was always tense and not used to running field work, pushed his shoulder and he slowly opened his eyes. Yawning, he saw the head nurse Lu Jinjin pushing the door in with a stack of hospital records. He sniffed and walked quickly to greet her.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Officer Jiang and Officer Mi. After all, this involves the privacy of the patient, and our private nursing home also attaches great importance to this. So we have to wait for the leader to come and sign before we can transfer the file."

Lu Jinjin subtly dodged Jiang Mo's arm that was stretched out to help him, and meticulously arranged the documents on the table in chronological order, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Then he raised his palm to signal and stepped back to the other side of the conference table: "Please take a look first. This is the list of patients and payment records of the sanatorium in the past three years that you asked for. Song Wanwan's words are in the first article."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"I just want to spend this summer in the beauty of mountains and rivers without any trouble."