Serial sin

Chapter 799 Stubborn Old Man

"I heard you mentioned Hou Xiaosong, didn't you already exclude him as a suspect at that time?" Song Zikuan asked in confusion, and he glanced at Ouyang Shuangjie lightly, as if saying yes Hou Xiaosong's accident was not caused by Ouyang Shuangjie's wrong judgment.

Ouyang Shuangjie heard the meaning of his words, and Ouyang Shuangjie said: "I did exclude him as a suspect, and even now I don't believe that he will be a criminal suspect. Old Song, what do you think?" Think about it, if he is the mastermind behind the scenes, what does his death mean?"

Song Zikuan froze for a moment. Ouyang Shuangjie was right. If Hou Xiaosong was the mastermind behind the scenes, how could he have died? Judging from the preliminary report of the on-site investigation, Hou Xiaosong was obviously killed.

Song Zikuan smiled, and he made a mistake again, because Ouyang Shuangjie was so good, he always wanted to find fault with him.

"Tell me, is it possible that Hou Xiaosong discovered something, or was silenced because he knew about these cases?" Song Zikuan got to the point this time, and Ouyang Shuangjie nodded approvingly: "Your idea is very good." Reliable."

Song Zikuan said: "Just now at the door, I heard from you and Team Wang that Hou Xiaosong was killed around five in the morning. At five in the morning, how could he go to a place far away from his home and company? I even doubt It's not the first scene there."

Ouyang Shuangjie sighed: "But there is indeed the scene of the first crime! The comrades in the technical department have confirmed this point. Although I also have such doubts, I believe that the technical department will not make a mistake."

"Then someone invited him to that place?" Song Zikuan put forward his own hypothesis.

"There is indeed such a possibility. It depends on the investigation results of the Wang team. At least we can't see anything from his mobile phone call records for the time being." Ouyang Shuangjie said.

Song Zikuan let out a "hmm".

Ouyang Shuangjie added: "Hou Xiaosong is a young man. Although he looks gentle and gentle, as far as I know, he is a person who pays attention to exercise, and he should exercise regularly. I checked his body and he is thin. , but very muscular, I think he is at least much stronger than me."

Song Zikuan understood what Ouyang Shuangjie meant: "That is to say, if it is really robbery and murder, Hou Xiaosong should be capable of resisting when his life is threatened. Although he may not be able to win in the end, at least he will not stand still?"

Ouyang Shuangjie didn't speak any more, but just smiled back. Song Zikuan did have the basic qualities of a criminal policeman, and he liked to use his brain.

Hou Xiaosong's home arrived, and it was Hou Xiaosong's father, Hou Zhen, who opened the door.

Hou Zhen opened the door and looked blankly at Ouyang Shuangjie and Song Zikuan: "Who are you looking for?" His face was sad.

Ouyang Shuangjie took out his ID: "Hello, we are from the Criminal Police Team of the Municipal Bureau. My name is Ouyang Shuangjie. May I ask you, Mr. Hou Zhen?" Hou Zhen said coldly: "I am not a Mr., call me by my name All right, come in!"

Song Zikuan glanced at Ouyang Shuangjie, and Ouyang Shuangjie just nodded slightly. They all saw that Hou Zhen was not friendly to the police.Of course, it may also be because of the loss of his son.

A woman in the room was wiping tears, judging from her age, it should be Hou Xiaosong's mother.

"Sit down by yourself." Hou Zhen invited Ouyang Shuangjie and the others to sit down, and then he looked at the woman: "Okay, stop crying, what should you do!"

Sure enough, the woman stopped crying, looked at Ouyang Shuangjie and the two, and then went into the back room.

Ouyang Shuangjie was also looking at this Hou Zhen. Hou Zhen looked about fifty or so, a typical down-and-out intellectual, with a noble face but a slovenly appearance.

He also wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the prescription looks quite deep, and the collar of the old-style blue Zhongshan suit is a bit worn out, but it is washed very clean, especially the chest pocket with a a pen.

Even if he hadn't done his homework beforehand, judging from Hou Zhen's appearance, Ouyang Shuangjie could tell that Hou Zhen should be a teacher who has taught for many years, and his aura characteristics were there.However, judging from the way he spoke to the woman, he had a bad temper and was a stubborn person.

Such a person is not easy to talk to.

Ouyang Shuangjie smiled wryly, it seems that it is not easy to communicate with Hou Zhen well.

"I said you policemen are the same. Xiaosong is dead. If you don't rush to solve the case, you run to me. Do you still suspect that I am the murderer? You don't think I killed your son, do you?"

Sure enough, Hou Zhen had a strong smell of gunpowder as soon as he opened his mouth, and he had no way of hospitality at all, and the tea was not served.

Ouyang Shuangjie said softly: "Teacher Hou, don't be angry, our police are working hard to investigate, I believe we will definitely catch the murderer who killed your son."

Hou Zhen snorted lightly, her attitude clearly showed that she didn't believe that the police could really solve the case.

"However, we also hope to get the cooperation of you and your wife. We came here to check some things with you."

After Ouyang Shuangjie finished speaking, he took out a cigarette and handed over one.

Hou Zhen hesitated whether he should take Ouyang Shuangjie's cigarette, but Ouyang Shuangjie's expression on his face was very sincere, he still took the cigarette, put it under his nose and smell it first, and then put the cigarette with filter tip The end was stuffed in his mouth.

Song Zikuan kindly lit the cigarette for him.

Ouyang Shuangjie threw another one to Song Zikuan, and lit one himself.

Smoking is harmful to health, but in many cases, for men, smoking is a good thing for socializing. A cigarette can often bring the relationship between men closer.

Isn't that the old saying?The mouth of eating people is soft, and the hands of holding people are short. Even if you just got a cigarette from someone else, you still feel a little indebted to others in your heart.

Hou Zhen took a deep breath, and her attitude softened a bit: "You can ask whatever you want, after you ask, go and do what you should do, don't waste time with me!"

Ouyang Shuangjie directly got into the topic: "I read Hou Xiaosong's call records, he called you at ten o'clock last night, right?" Hou Zhen nodded: "There is such a thing, and I have already I told the young comrade you guys came here that Xiaosong called me at that time, saying that something was wrong and he didn’t go home to sleep last night. I kept saying that he was here on the phone. Although he was a man, he often spent the night outside. It’s not good, it’s easy to learn bad things.”

Ouyang Shuangjie frowned: "Does he often spend the night outside?"

Hou Zhen's expression changed slightly, he shook his head and said, "Of course not, I'm just making an analogy."

"Then did he say anything else on the phone?" Ouyang Shuangjie asked again.

Hou Zhen replied, "No, that's all?"

Ouyang Shuangjie sighed: "Mr. Hou, I hope you can tell us the content of your call. This is very important. Your call lasted more than 3 minutes. You can make a small speech in 3 minutes, isn't it?" Is it? You'd better not hide anything, otherwise the murderer who killed Hou Xiaosong might go free! As his father, don't you want to catch the murderer and avenge Xiaosong?"

(End of this chapter)