The best perspective expert

Chapter 232 Bad News

bad news!
When Han Zhenyang heard these three words, he subconsciously thought of his sister, slammed on the brakes, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Is it Xiaoyue..."

"Uh, brother, what are you thinking? Xiaoyue is fine," He Qianjun was taken aback by Han Zhenyang, and quickly explained: "That's right, I just confirmed a message that Mr. Xue is missing."

"Mr. Xue?" Han Zhenyang suddenly thought of the old man Xue Zhi'an who was not mentally normal in Xiaowangzhuang in Yanjiao but treated him very well. That old man Xue not only gave him a valuable chicken blood stone, but also taught him a kind of blood stone. Unique cracking method.

However, although Mr. Xue's spirit is a little hindered, he is clear-headed and has a strong ability to live independently. It is impossible for him to get lost. Moreover, Mr. Xue's life is very monotonous. He hardly goes out except for walking and shopping. He is an old nerd. How could such a person be possible? Missing for no reason?
Thinking of the treasures in Mr. Xue's room again, his heart sank, "Do you know the specific situation?"

"I was robbed last night. A lot of things were missing in the house. The specific situation is not yet clear. The local police are investigating," He Qianjun also just heard the news, and after briefly explaining what he knew, he asked: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Go, I'll go right away," Han Zhenyang said without hesitation.It's fine if he doesn't know about it, since he knows it, he can't just sit idly by.Not for anything else, just for the techniques that Mr. Xue taught him. No matter what other people think, in his own heart, Mr. Xue is half his teacher, although he has no feelings.

He Qianjun also knew Han Zhenyang's temperament, so he didn't dissuade him, but said: "It's fine to go and have a look, just be careful."

Han Zhenyang responded, hung up the phone, turned to Wang Xiaoyao, "Are you going back to Yuquan Mountain?"

But Wang Xiaoyao shook his head, "There's nothing to do when I go back, I'll just follow you as a follower, I can help you."

Han Zhenyang glanced at Wang Xiaoyao, didn't say much, turned around and drove directly to Yanjiao, his brows were tightly frowned, and his mind was quite confused, because he kept receiving short messages from He Qianjun, which were not good news. When he arrived in Yanjiao, He Qianjun roughly explained the situation.

What happened was roughly as follows.

One of Xue Zhian's neighbors got up for a morning run. When he passed by Xue Zhian's house, he found the door was ajar. He looked around and saw that the house was in a mess as if it had been robbed. Even the paintings on the wall disappeared. He called Xue Zhian immediately. The phone rang twice and was hung up, and then called again, but couldn't get through, and then called the police.

After the preliminary investigation by the police, it was concluded that it was a robbery. As for the victim Joker Xue, he might have been hijacked by the robbers, or he might have been killed and thrown his body away during the resistance.

As for the clues, there were almost zero. Although the suspect acted extremely arrogantly, his methods were very meticulous. Not to mention fingerprints, he didn't even leave a single footprint.The police are now checking the surveillance cameras and at the same time conducting visits around the village.

When encountering such a case, there is almost no other way except to search for a needle in a haystack.

Han Zhenyang secretly sighed, old man Xue has a batch of valuable antiques at such an old age, maybe he was missed by others a long time ago, isn't that second-hand dealer named Zhao Yanjun one of them?
When I came to Xiaowangzhuang again, my mood was quite different.

The last time he came here, he took the lid of a Sanyang Kaitai pot, and found the body of the pot. Although there were twists and turns in the middle, the result was satisfactory. Not only did he get the Sanyang Kaitai pot together , and also received a gift from the old man Xue Zhian Xue.

But now, the old man Xue has suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and his life and death are unknown. The so-called world is like chess, nothing more than this.

At this moment, old man Xue's house is surrounded by a isolation zone. Inside, there are two police officers taking pictures with their cameras. They should be looking for fingerprints and other subtle clues. And let out a few sighs.

Han Zhenyang pushed away the crowd and entered the room directly, and the two policemen stopped vigilantly: "Stop, get out!"

Han Zhenyang did not speak, and directly turned on the perspective mode to scan the room. In his perspective mode, everything in the room was within his line of sight, and even the tiniest dust could not escape his eyes, but he looked around But nothing was found, that is to say, the robbers were extremely professional and did not leave a trace of clues.

At this time, two policemen came to him, "Who are you?" They actually wanted to wring Han Zhenyang out, but just now, when they saw Han Zhenyang's eyes, they suddenly shuddered, subconsciously Wanting to stand at attention and salute, that kind of feeling reminded them of the senior leaders they had seen before, no, even more powerful than the senior leaders, the aura that made people want to worship was stronger than any leader they had ever seen powerful.

Aware of this, the two policemen changed their questioning methods and asked who Han Zhenyang was.

Han Zhenyang glanced at them, "Any clues?"

"Not yet," a policeman answered as if he had been hypnotized after being glanced at by Han Zhenyang, but the other policeman and Wang Xiaoyao at the side didn't feel anything wrong, that's what Han Zhenyang should answer when asking questions generally.

Han Zhenyang didn't think much about it, he nodded and left the room, but when he turned around, he suddenly stopped, squatted down by the stove against the wall, picked up a cigarette butt from the pile of ashes under the hearth, and said to himself : "As far as I know, Mr. Xue has no habit of smoking."

Wang Xiaoyao asked in surprise: "You mean, this is left by the murderer?"

Han Zhenyang didn't answer, but picked at the ashes in the hearth and said: "The amount of ashes is not much, it should have been cleaned up yesterday, that is to say, the owner of this cigarette butt came here after Mr. Xue cleaned up the ashes. "

"Could it be left behind when the villagers came to rush through the door?" Wang Xiaoyao continued to ask.

Han Zhenyang still didn't answer, but looked at the two policemen and said, "I leave this question to you, and investigate it as soon as possible." There is no more professional police than the domestic police when conducting walk-through interviews. The community police system allows police Being very close to the public, the community police will know all the big and small things happening in the community, and the general public also trusts them.

The two policemen nodded quickly, and one of them carefully put the cigarette butt into the clinker bag. Although the two of them didn't know Han Zhenyang's identity, the cigarette butt was so important that they didn't bother to ask Han Zhenyang's identity.If the cigarette butt was really left by the murderer, the murderer's DNA can be determined through the saliva on the cigarette butt, and this cigarette butt is the only clue so far, and the key to solving the case is likely to be in this cigarette butt.

"Oh, by the way, can you compare what type of cigarette this is first?" Han Zhenyang suddenly asked as he glanced at the crowd of onlookers outside the window.

(End of this chapter)