Detective: I, the god of reasoning!

As the sound of the flying boy landed, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming towards the office.

"Found it!"

"Found it!"

As soon as the two came in, Tang Ren couldn't wait to say: "We went to the abandoned parking lot, and we smelled fishy smell in the place where the unlicensed van was parked before, and according to the wheel marks, the car was parked for at least several days, after I put the box next to the car, the murderer must have driven the car and ran away!" "

Tang Ren's voice was very excited, and with a hint of triumphant show-off, he deliberately only said half of it, wanting to wait for Fu Xiang's urgent question.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Fu Xiangxian just drank tea leisurely, without the slightest intention of urging him.

This made Tang Ren's psychology of showing off suddenly half frustrated, and he couldn't help but continue: "So we went to the Konti Seafood Market, where we investigated that a seafood vendor did indeed have such a car, but it had been scrapped a month ago and was sent to the scrapyard. "

Fu Xianglong, the old god put down the teacup in his hand and said nonchalantly: "But because there are too many vehicles in the junkyard, it is impossible to verify it specifically for a while, right?" "

Tang Ren's face was embarrassed, and there was a trace of doubt in the embarrassment: "You guessed all this?" "

In the morning, he and Qin Feng went to the abandoned parking lot of Haitian and found out that the van might be transporting seafood, so he called the police under Kuntai to go to the major seafood markets to investigate.

The seafood market in Mangu itself is not much, plus there are plenty of people, so it is not too difficult to investigate the original owner of this unlicensed van.

The real difficulty was finding the car from the scrapyard.

In layman's terms.

A dump is a "garbage dump" dedicated to collecting waste cars, and no one will mark the garbage in their homes.

"And even if the car is found, I guess the junkyard manager will not remember, after all, it is all garbage, who cares if their garbage was secretly "borrowed" for two days?" "

Tang Ren said with a bowed head.

Things have progressed to this point, this clue has just become clear, but it is quickly dimming.

However.

Fu Xiang's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled brightly: "Our focus now is not to find the car, we just need to confirm that the car is in the junkyard." "

Well?

Tang Ren was confused: "What does this mean?" "

Fu Xiangxian did not speak, his slender and slender fingers quickly jumped on the black keyboard, and his side face was seriously focused in the sunlight.

Just....

Seeing this scene, Kun Tai panicked: "My ancestor, can you stop invading our police station database?" Give our police department a face? "

Hacking into the police database?

Fu Xianglonging hacking into the police station database?

Looking at the young man's appearance of seriously tapping on the keyboard, a longing look appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Once upon a time, he felt that he was good enough, whether it was reasoning to solve cases or academic performance.

Although he doesn't have Fu Xiang's quick thinking and reaction now, he himself is not bad.

But now, watching Fu Xiangxiang easily invade the police station's database, Qin Feng suddenly realized a very serious problem.

His proud reasoning is just one of the "specialties" that Almighty Fu aspires to.

This made Qin Feng feel a little depressed.

As for Kuntai's words, Fu Xiang was unheard of, and did not stop the movement in his hand.

About five minutes later.

He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Was that unlicensed van sent to a scrapyard called 'Material Resources'?" "

Tang Ren was stunned: "How do you know?" "

Fu Xiangjing left the keyboard with both hands and exhaled slightly: "It seems that we can find the direction more directly." "

"What do you mean?" Kun Tai looked at the information on the computer and asked curiously.

Even Qin Feng, who was silent, spoke at this moment, "Fu... Fu..."

"Just call me to dream." Fu Xiangxian interrupted the stammering Qin Feng: "I know what you want to ask, now let's go through this case again." "

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