Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 551 Only this time, the next one is not an example (1)
The head of the criminal police continued to analyze: "But at this critical moment, the blood-stained clothes are undoubtedly a hot potato. Instead of finding a place to bury it in the back garden of the Song residence, it is better to hide it next to your body for safety, but it is impossible to hide it in the bedroom." , once the forensic doctor gives us this clue, we will search all the suspect's rooms, so those clothes are likely to be placed in a place that only the murderer can control and is within the scope of the Song residence."

After speaking, he looked at Song Qiyan, who had already got up knowingly.

"Go and unlock all the cars in the garage, and take the police comrades to check."

The order made someone in the living room stand up with a whoosh.

Song Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Guanshi Ming with a dignified expression: "Why, Guanshi Ming has an opinion?"

A criminal policeman has already run to the door.

Song Qiyan looked at Guanshi Ming, but he spoke towards the door.

"If you don't have the key, let the security guard smash it with a stick, and the Song family will be responsible for all losses."

Manager Ming's expression changed drastically: "You can't do this!"

Immediately, the rest of the criminal policemen in the living room all stood up at the same time, as if they were going to surround Manager Ming.

"Xiaohui!" Minglan suddenly called out to the agitated Manager Ming.

She coughed lightly, walked over, and took steward Ming's hand: "Forget it..."

As soon as Minglan's words fell to the ground, a criminal policeman came over with a white cashmere turtleneck.

"The dress was found in the trunk of a white Nissan."

The Song family has never had a car of the Nissan brand.

I am afraid that the owner does not need to claim it by himself, and the security guard also told the criminal police who the owner of the car was.

When Jin Ziqi saw the scarlet on the neckline, he almost jumped up from the sofa, and then suddenly looked at the sisters of the Ming family who were standing together. This result seemed unexpected but reasonable.

In the brightly lit living room, Minglan's expression was calm, her back straight, without any fear.

"The forensic doctor also said that if the deceased resisted vigorously at the time, the two hands should have pinched the murderer's neck. Therefore, she suggested that we check the necks of everyone present."

This is also the second important clue!
It didn't really matter who owned the white Nissan.

The truth is almost ready to come out at this moment.

The head of the criminal police walked in front of the sisters of the Ming family: "What else do you want to say?"

Manager Ming wanted to speak, but was stopped by Ming Lan. She took a step forward and stood in front of Manager Ming.

"I'll go back with you."

"elder sister!"

Ming Lan smiled slightly, "There's nothing to say, I killed the man."

The criminal policemen looked at each other, and one criminal policeman had already taken out his handcuffs and stepped forward.

"Ms. Minglan, you are suspected of murdering Song Zhiren, the chairman of the Song Corporation. We are now formally arresting you."

Minglan raised her head, her expression was still calm and gentle.

However, when she was handcuffed to take out, Manager Ming suddenly rushed over and blocked the way of the criminal police.

"You made a mistake. It was me who killed the chairman, not my sister."

The guilty pleas of the two sisters plunged Ben Minglang's case into fog again.

"Xiaohui..." Minglan blushed anxiously, wishing she could cover her sister's mouth.

Steward Ming took a deep breath, looked at the head of the criminal police and said, "My sister was accidentally injured at best, but I was the one who killed the chairman, I gave the fatal blow, I smashed the chairman to death. "

In the police station, Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi were sitting in the corridor, and the Ming sisters were being interrogated in the interrogation room.

The husband and wife were a little bit hard to understand that Ming Guanshi would kill Song Zhiren, and wanted to know the reason.

Not long after, there was a burst of sobbing and howling in the corridor, a very familiar voice.

Jin Ziqi followed the sound, and sure enough, Song Ranqin came out of a room supported by Su Hengfeng.

Both mother and son were depressed, Song Ranqin had deep wrinkles on his face, and Su Hengfeng had a beard all over his face.

When they saw Song Qiyan, both mother and son showed angry expressions.

Su Hengfeng glanced at Jin Ziqi with a sneer, and fixed his eyes on Song Qiyan's face: "The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful."

Jin Ziqi frowned: "We're not here to pick you up."

The sarcasm that Su Hengfeng was going to say next was instantly choked in his throat, his face was flushed, he glared at Jin Ziqi with some annoyance, and then half dragged and half supported Song Ranqin to go downstairs.

Song Ranqin kept wailing, "Why is my life so hard..."

The weather outside the window was gloomy, and the sound of pattering rain could be clearly heard in the empty corridor.

Jin Ziqi sat on the chair, gathered the down jacket on his body, a cup of hot water appeared in front of his eyes, Song Qiyan brought a cup of coffee himself, sat down next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder.

Jin Ziqi shivered slightly, and leaned against his shoulder, his concern came from above his head.

"Shall I ask Zou Xiang to take you back to Mom?"

"No, it's good to stay here, and there's free boiled water to drink."

Jin Ziqi jokingly raised the paper cup in his hand, and then looked slightly solemn: "Although I can't help you much now, at least I want to share the good fortune with you."

The sound of rain in my ears was as dense as drumbeats, pattering and moistening my heart.

Jin Ziqi lowered her head, held the cup and covered her hands, suddenly felt her shoulders sink, and the familiar warmth surrounded her, she was slightly startled, with a slight smile on her lips, and let him embrace her.

Song Qiyan stroked her growing belly with his hand, "When this is over, we'll go back to Australia to have a baby."

As soon as he finished speaking, a door of the hearing room was opened over there.

The two criminal police came out with a transcript.

"According to the confession and the available evidence, the murderer was definitely Minghui, and Minghui herself confessed."

At this time, the door of another interrogation room also opened, and two other criminal policemen who were interrogating Minglan walked out.

Through the crack of the door, Jin Ziqi saw Ming Lan sitting gracefully in the narrow space, with her elegant face slightly drooping, it was not so much the dejection after being exposed, but rather the expected result.

A criminal policeman sighed: "The one inside has explained almost everything. However, she said that her sister committed murder by mistake. I implore us to explain the situation to the procuratorate when we hand over these evidences."

"Missed?" Song Qiyan also glanced at Minglan inside, "How do you say?"

As Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi were family members of the deceased, the criminal police said everything they could.

It turned out that Song Zhiren paid Minghui to school and kept her working beside her, not because of her talents, but because of a woman, namely Minglan who was sitting in the hearing room.

Minglan is 38 years old this year. She was hired by the Song family as a secretary 15 years ago. She also met Song Zhiren that year, and later became Song Zhiren's mistress, so she quit her job and devoted herself to becoming a wife.

(End of this chapter)