deep sin

Chapter 188 A Discovery

Both of them were worried about their work, so they rushed back to the work unit to "burn the night train", so they were very quick to eat dinner, finish eating as soon as possible, and start devoting energy to work as soon as possible.

Qin Ruonan was embarrassed, so he swallowed the dinner that originally belonged to An Changpu, let him eat the bowl of plain noodles with no taste and no oil, and insisted on dividing the dishes in the meal into two, leaving half for An Chang Po eat, the two of them were polite, An Changpu finally accepted Qin Ruonan's proposal respectfully rather than obediently, after a meal, An Changpu had no way of knowing what mood An Changpu was in, but Qin Ruonan was in a rare good mood.

If it was a few years ago, Qin Ruonan would never have dreamed that she could sit with An Changpu very close and share a dinner.

After eating, the two discussed the next division of labor. The final result was that An Changpu went to check the list copied from the slimming center, and Qin Ruonan came to continue what he was preparing to do before dinner— —Looking for young women associated with the portrait from Song Chengliang's social network accounts.

These two jobs don't sound like high-tech things, but they are more labor-intensive to do. After assigning their respective tasks, neither of them spoke again, and they both concentrated on being busy.

Qin Ruonan applied for the social network account according to her own plan. After logging in to the website, she searched for Song Chengliang's account, and then she found that Song Chengliang had set browsing permissions. Photos on TripAdvisor, and his friends on this site.

This made Qin Ruonan mutter in his heart that Song Chengliang himself had been killed. When talking to his family before, it was obvious that his parents and sister didn't know anything about Song Chengliang's private life, let alone his social network. If there is no way to understand his online dating situation according to the original plan, then we can only waste some time to inquire about his login account number and password.

Of course, if possible, Qin Ruonan still hopes to solve this problem through the most trouble-free and labor-saving way.

So she tried to send a friend request to Song Chengliang's account, which obviously could not be logged in by the account holder, and then she was pleasantly surprised to find that Song Chengliang's account could be automatically added to the friend list without verification.

So, is his friend list also only set the most basic privacy permissions?

Qin Ruonan found the friend column on the page, clicked in, and the facts quickly gave her the answer. With the opening of the page, Song Chengliang's friend list was displayed in front of her at a glance.

Looking at Song Chengliang's friend list, Qin Ruonan felt mixed feelings. He was happy that he didn't need to spend a lot of time investigating account numbers and passwords. What was worrying was that Song Chengliang had a large number of friends, and judging from the avatars, most of them were It's a young girl.

Qin Ruonan sighed, resigned to his fate, and began to browse Song Chengliang's beauties and friends with the method of elimination.

Among Song Chengliang's friends, some of them did not keep their page information secret, anyone can browse their photos and personal information, and many girls' electronic photo albums have set access rights, Qin Ruonan has no way to check them one by one. Looking at the photos of the other party, fortunately, this social network adopts real-name authentication, so the user profile pictures are basically real photos, which is a good thing. Qin Ruonan can know the general appearance characteristics of the other party through the photos in the profile picture album.

After an unknown amount of time, An Changpu stood up from the chair. Qin Ruonan thought he had discovered something, and quickly turned his attention to him, only to find that he just stood up and stretched, moving his limbs.

"I used to think that the judges of those talent shows on TV were very relaxed. They didn't have to run around, just watched those people take turns singing and dancing in front of the show, and at the end made a few comments, or didn't even need to say the comments. It's so trivial, and now I know that it's not easy for them! It's hard work to see so many faces a day!" Seeing Qin Ruonan looking up at himself, he sighed and expressed emotion.

Qin Ruonan smiled while rubbing her sore eyes. She and An Changpu spent most of the day browsing and comparing photos. At first, she didn't think so, but after seeing a lot, she gradually felt a sense of It's a strange feeling. Every time I face a photo, I feel that the more I stare at the person in the photo carefully, the more I feel that there is nothing wrong with the person's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.

She looked at the time on the wall clock, and said to An Changpu: "It's nine o'clock now, and in one hour, no matter what the progress is, get off work and go home!"

"I agree, otherwise I will lose my ability to recognize people's faces if I keep watching!" An Changpu looked at the joke bitterly, sat back on the chair, and continued to devote his energy to comparing photos to work.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, An Changpu, just as agreed before, recorded the existing progress clearly, sorted out the materials at hand, then exited the page, turned off the computer, and waited for him to sort out his work. When something beside him went to see Qin Ruonan, he found that she was not moving, and was frowning and staring at the screen intently.

"It's past ten o'clock, let's continue with the rest tomorrow!" An Changpu reminded Qin Ruonan not to forget the time. Although Qin Ruonan lived very close to the Public Security Bureau, he had been busy all day and wasted so late at night. If you don't get enough rest, you may be overwhelmed the next day.

"Wait a minute, come and watch this!" Qin Ruonan didn't get up in a hurry, but slid the chair slightly to the side to make room for An Changpu, motioning him to watch in front of the screen.

Seeing this posture, An Changpu immediately realized that she must have discovered something, and hurriedly pulled his chair over to Qin Ruonan's computer. A girl's electronic photo album.

"Luo Yinyi...the name is quite strange!" An Changpu glanced at the name of the owner of the album, took the mouse from Qin Ruonan, clicked on a photo in the album, and browsed.

This girl named Luo Yinyi seems to be a relatively narcissistic girl. There are many photos in her album, most of which are selfies with mobile phones. The surrounding environment is basically invisible, and there are no people who take pictures. , all of which are her looking at the camera at close range.

Whether Luo Yinyi's facial features are beautiful enough, this An Changpu can't say for sure. From his male perspective, this is a girl who loves to make up and dress up. She has long brown curly hair, a narrow face, and relatively thin skin. Bai, most of the photos are painted with heavy makeup.

"What's the matter? Is there anything special about this Luo Yinyi?" An Changpu asked. He felt that if the girl in the photo took a rest day with a good weather and went to the business district in the city center, I'm afraid There are everywhere in the shopping mall, and there is nothing special about it. I don't know why Qin Ruonan pays special attention to her.

"Wait a minute, I'll show you a photo." Qin Ruonan found a photo among Luo Yinyi's many selfies. In the photo, Luo Yinyi winked mischievously at the camera, with his index finger and The middle finger made a V-shaped hand, and the back of the finger was stuck to her cheek, "Pay attention to her hair and her nails."

It was only then that An Changpu realized that the color of Luo Yinyi's long curly hair was very similar to the few hairs they found between the bedside table and the bed in Song Chengliang's house before.

Then, according to Qin Ruonan's prompt, he paid attention to Luo Yinyi's nails, and saw that the two fingers on her cheeks had long and slender nails with pointed tips and unspeakable paint on them. Is it dark red or deep purple nail polish.

"Huh?" At first, An Changpu felt that the color looked familiar. After all, he was a big man, and he was not sensitive to the little things like nail polish that the girl used at home. Qin Ruonan was because of the imprint of this color left in the cracks in the floor in the photos of Song Chengliang's murder scene, so they went there to check the situation, and found out the fact that Song Chengliang's family used to have a cohabitant.

"Do you think this Luo Yinyi is okay? Besides the color of hair and nail polish, is there any other evidence?" He asked Qin Ruonan. Many, Qin Ruonan pays special attention to this girl's photo, there must be other evidence besides these two.

"Look at this first, and I'll show you another photo." Qin Ruonan took out a portrait from the stack of documents at hand and handed it to An Changpu, and then began to search for Luo Yinyi's photos. stand up.

An Changpu took the portrait, and after a glance, he found that the girl on the portrait was extremely similar to Luo Yinyi in facial features except for the slight difference in hairstyle and face shape.

"Looking at this photo, do you think the background in the photo looks familiar?" Qin Ruonan found the photo she wanted An Changpu to see, and then maximized the photo.

This photo is not a selfie, obviously someone took it for Luo Yinyi, and the shooting tool is not a mobile phone, but a digital camera with better pixels. There is also a photo date automatically attached by the camera in the lower right corner of the photo. The summer half a year ago.In the photo, Luo Yinyi is wearing a camisole and denim shorts, sitting on the floor with crossed legs and knees, looking up at the camera with a bright smile, not far behind her, you can see a corner of the door and part of the wall .

The pattern and color of the wallpaper, the edging around the door, and even the color of the floor beside Luo Yinyi are clearly the same as those of Song Chengliang's house.

(End of this chapter)