City: Attack, Fat House

　　Twenty-nine years old.

　　Registered marriage with the deceased Hong Qing four years ago.

　　have to say.

　　This Zhang Cuiling is very 'house'.

　　Typical modern house girl.

　　There are very few call records for half a year.

　　Most of them are some ordering and takeaway express phone records.

　　Very few are talking to friends and relatives.

　　As Ye Qingzhu said.

　　When Zhang Cuiling reported the case, it was the deceased colleague who called.

　　All this seems to be very normal.

　　But Xiao Yao still felt that something was wrong.

　　otherwise.

　　Why did that message pop up in your mind?

　　And this information.

　　Obviously, it is the prompt given by the system skill 'Tracking'!

　　It seems.

　　Only when I went to see the deceased's wife and found the reason.

　　"Sister, let's go."

　　Xiao Yao said to Ye Qingzhu, "I want to meet this Zhang Cuiling."

　　"Ah."

　　Judging from Ye Qingzhu's experience, this was unnecessary behavior.

　　Since Xiao Yao is interested in investigating the case, she will not stop it.

　　This is a good thing.

　　I can watch my brother grow up a little bit.

　　It's not a happy thing.

　　The two came to a high-end community.

　　Enter the building where the deceased lived and get on the elevator.

　　Something was wrong in Xiao Yao's heart, and it became more and more obvious.

　　"Sister, have you checked the last phone number of the deceased?"

　　Xiao Yao asked suddenly.

　　"nice."

　　Ye Qingzhu smiled, "I have already checked. Before the accident happened, the deceased received a phone call, but there was no real-name registration. Moreover, this call was a newly opened card, and only one call was made to the deceased."

　　"Have you traced the source of the calling card?"

　　Xiao Yao's eyes lit up.

　　"Some treasure!"

　　Ye Qingzhu smiled bitterly, "It's useless."

　　"really!"

　　Xiao Yao sighed, "The murderer is indeed quite clever."

　　"Otherwise it would not be characterized as technical homicide."

　　Ye Qingzhu nodded, "No trace of the murderer can be found on the deceased, and the forensic identification results have come out. The cause of the deceased's death was that the rib suffered a severe blow and pierced the internal organs. Stomach and chest, almost no damage. Any idea what that means?"

　　"Before the deceased fell off the cliff, he was already dead!"

　　Xiao Yao said with certainty.

　　If the deceased died by jumping off a cliff, it is impossible that only the face and chest were injured, and at least other parts of the front had scratches and bruises.

　　Why is it so coincidental that only the face and chest are injured, and there are no other injuries?

　　Obviously, the murderer was disguising the crime scene and creating an illusion.

　　"That's right!"

　　Ye Qingzhu nodded, "Your inference is the same as our result, but there is one thing you didn't expect."

　　"what?"

　　Xiao Yao was surprised.

　　"The cause of death of the deceased was because of a heavy blow to the ribs. Remember, it was a heavy blow, not a blunt attack."

　　Ye Qingzhu looked at Xiao Yao and said seriously.

　　"What do you mean?" Xiao Yao was surprised.

　　"The rib of the deceased was probably broken by the murderer's fists and feet!"

　　Ye Qingzhu spoke in a deep voice.

　　"hiss!"

　　Xiao Yao sucked in a breath of cold air, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

　　Can an ordinary person break someone's ribs with fists and feet, causing death?

　　The answer is yes.

　　But this chance is very small!

　　Hypothesis.

　　If the murderer has the skill and power to break the ribs of others at will.

　　So, what kind of person would the murderer be?

　　"Could it be that the murderer did it on purpose?"

　　Xiao Yao couldn't imagine it.

　　"It's not impossible."

　　Ye Qingzhu said indifferently, "So, the murderer we are facing is likely to be a special person who has received some kind of special training!"

　　"..."

　　Xiao Yao's scalp was numb.

　　What kind of people have special training?

　　People in the field of professional fighting, soldiers, folk warriors, and possibly fighting enthusiasts.Even the police and the armed police!

　　Trouble!

　　The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor and opened the door.

　　Xiao Yao and Ye Qingzhu walked out of the elevator with a calm face.

　　to the door of the deceased's home.

　　Ring the doorbell.

　　Soon, a questioning voice sounded in the house, "Who are you?"

　　"police!"

　　Xiao Yao spoke calmly.

　　For the first time, I opened my mouth to sign up for an ordinary person and said that I was a policeman, which was very refreshing.

　　Xiao Yao was a little excited.

　　A childhood dream has come true.

　　It's like a dream!

　　The door opens.

　　A charming looking woman appeared in front of Xiao Yao and Ye Qingzhu.

　　The woman's face was sad, her eyes were dull, and her eyes were red and swollen.

　　She is the wife of the deceased, Zhang Cuiling.

　　"Please come in!"

　　Zhang Cuiling stepped aside and let the two enter the room.

　　Xiao Yao looked at the room.

　　It's not neat, but it's not messy either.

　　Very modern young people's home style.

　　Of course, compared to other people's homes.

　　Xiao Yao admitted that his kennel was a mess.

　　Seated sofa in the hall.

　　Zhang Cuiling brought Xiao Yao and Ye Qingzhu drinks.

　　After she also sat down, tears flowed, and she was the first to speak.

　　"My husband, how did he die?".

Chapter 22