Chapter 439: Mutual Affection

The night was deep.

The small temple, which should have been immersed in the night, was lit everywhere. Police officers responsible for searching for evidence, police officers responsible for surveying and fixing evidence, police officers responsible for communication and running...

Looking down from the sky at this time, beams of flashlights were like shooting lines, all with a murderous intent.

Including the abbot, all 8 people were separated and guarded.

Captain Han and Liu Liu Jinghui decided unanimously not to send them down the mountain for the time being. First, there is a risk in walking the mountain road at night. Even if the route is very mature and the steps are not steep, it is still easy to have danger if someone wants to run, so it is not suitable for night escort.

Secondly, the two still wanted to conduct a surprise interrogation.

In this case, the few people in the temple clearly had their own stories and knew something. If they were taken down now, the mountain road would be long, and once their emotions stabilized, it wouldn't be easy to interrogate them.

Anyway, there were enough police officers coming up the mountain. Captain Han asked for a few rooms, assigned a few experienced police officers to conduct preliminary interrogations.

He didn't require them to be interrogated thoroughly. Actually, there was no need to interrogate to know that just the stories of love and hate between these three plastic lay Buddhists and Mr. Old Qian would probably be enough to talk about for a whole night.

However, there was a target direction now.

If the victim was Old Qian Zeng Guoqing, the problem of the corpse source could be considered solved. Captain Han didn't know if he could make up for anything by looking for Huang Huang Qiangmin later, but from his perspective, if there is a chance to solve the case, he must seize it.

Dawn.

Captain Han personally interrogated Zhang Fen.

55-year-old Zhang Fen's complexion was yellowish-white when she wasn't wearing makeup, looking a bit haggard.

She supported her forehead with one hand, sighed, and said, "It's so late. I'm usually fast asleep at this time. My brain is really confused now."

"I looked at your Moments. You say you have insomnia every night at one or two in the morning. Why aren't you having insomnia now?" Captain Han was also an experienced old criminal police officer. Compared to Jiang Yuan, compared to Liu Liu Jinghui, and even compared to Huang Huang Qiangmin, he seemed a bit silly, but that was by comparison.

On the streets of Qu'an County, he, Captain Han, was also someone who was hated by people and dogs!

Zhang Fen frowned, "My insomnia isn't subject to interrogation..."

"Talk about your relationship with Old Qian Zeng Guoqing." Captain Han wasn't bargaining with her.

Zhang Fen looked shy: "My relationship with Old Qian Zeng Guoqing... what kind of relationship do I have with him..."

When Captain Han saw this, he caught a hint of the flavor and immediately stimulated Zhang Fen, "Someone said you were a third party..."

"Who..." Zhang Fen's voice became sharp immediately.

Captain Han smiled, "I can't say that. But what is it actually?"

"Old Qian Zeng Guoqing and I have mutual affection..." Zhang Fen gritted her teeth, "Those few bitches are just jealous of me..."

After the initial discomfort, the lay Buddhists, including Zhang Fen, all opened their chatterboxes.

If it were other interrogation items, Zhang Fen and the others might cooperate, but their bodies would really be unable to hold up and they would want to doze off. However, Captain Han asked about the love and hate stories between Old Qian Zeng Guoqing and the old babies. For this part, the lay Buddhists were really too familiar, and they were particularly interested.

Jiang Yuan strolled around a few rooms, listening to the content, and felt as if he had returned to the tea party in the village, and it was the kind of tea party in the middle of the night that children were not allowed to participate in.

These women who grew up watching Qiong Yao, even at the age of 60, still talked about love... Of course, accompanied by love, there were always struggles, confrontations, sweetness, and bitterness...

Several people talked very excitedly. Even the lay Buddhists who were not directly involved in it talked about the love stories of the few people very clearly.

However, because only princes are worthy of talking about love, Old Qian Zeng Guoqing's identity as a wealthy businessman was also repeatedly mentioned by everyone.

Jiang Yuan listened for a while and felt a bit bored, so he simply went back to sleep.

His tasks were all successfully completed. As for skull reconstruction, if it didn't need to be continued, it wasn't a bad thing. After all, the case could be solved.

Monday.

Jiang Yuan still got up very early.

The environment in the mountains is like this. At dawn, the birds outside the window started calling—birds in the city are few, and occasionally hearing one or two calls feels both intimate and natural.

There were too many birds in the mountains, and they all chirped, just like a group of children calling, making it hard to sleep soundly.

The air in the mountains was good. Although he didn't sleep long, his brain was clear.

Jiang Yuan changed his clothes slowly, went out to move his body, and smelled the thick smell of braised meat.

"Sister Li... you started cooking meat so early?" Jiang Yuan noticed a police officer standing next to Sister Li, knowing that Captain Han was still alert.

Sister Li noticed Jiang Yuan's eyes, smiled nonchalantly, and added, "I have to open the pot to boil this braised meat every day. Besides, you have to eat breakfast too."

"That's for sure." Jiang Yuan nodded immediately.

The temple didn't provide meals. Before, the lay Buddhists did it themselves. The main task of being a lay Buddhist, besides offering incense, was cooking and sweeping. If there were more people, they would do some scrubbing work. Otherwise, even if it was just a small temple, the abbot would have endless work.

Unlike Sister Li, the lay Buddhists cooked vegetarian meals. Including Captain Han, no one was willing to boil like this all day.

"Sandwich? Still 7 yuan," Sister Li said while starting to bake the bread.

"Give me two." Jiang Yuan was quite willing, then asked: "Is there soup?"

"You're quite picky about eating. Do you drink pig stomach soup? I boiled it for myself." Sister Li said as she went into the room and brought out a small porcelain jar.

Jiang Yuan nodded "En En." Being on the mountain, don't have so many requirements. Besides, it's in a temple. He just said: "Add some garlic sprouts, put more pepper, only the soup, no pig stomach, no oil, use a small bowl, give me a soup spoon."

Sister Li did as he asked and added: "I was going to give you a bowl of soup, now it's seven and a half yuan."

"That's fine." Jiang Yuan paid the money happily, held the soup, sat at the small table nearby, and ate the meat sandwich while drinking the soup.

The freshly boiled pig stomach soup was hot, and had the spicy taste brought by pepper. Paired with the meat sandwich, he broke into a sweat in two or three bites. In the morning, it could be said to be very comfortable.

The police officer guarding nearby couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Want a bowl of soup?" Sister Li understood and scooped a bowl of pig stomach soup for him.

"Okay." The police officer took out his phone and prepared to pay, but was stopped by Sister Li: "No need for the soup, he's the one with too many requirements."

"Better pay for it." He insisted on paying, then sipped the pig stomach soup.

After a while, Liu Liu Jinghui, Captain Han, and others arrived one after another.

Jiang Yuan had already eaten and drunk his fill. Seeing that their expressions weren't very good, he simply stood and waited.

Seeing this, Captain Han didn't eat anything, pulled Jiang Yuan aside, and said: "Jiang Yuan, you still have to continue doing the skull."

Jiang Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

"Old Qian Zeng Guoqing has been found, he's still alive, in his hometown." Captain Han shook his head and said: "A local farmer, who used to grow fruit trees, reported a low-cost tour group, met a lay Buddhist here, and slept with her back and forth."

Jiang Yuan wasn't surprised. That's reasonable. Otherwise, a 60-year-old wealthy businessman from Yue Province spending months in a small temple in Shannan Province, talking about love and hate with a few old ladies...

"Is Old Qian Zeng Guoqing a suspect?" Jiang Yuan asked casually.

Captain Han shook his head gently and said: "He has an alibi. He works for half a year every year before he has money to come over and play."

The temple can have very small expenses, but as a wealthy businessman, he obviously can't be stingy.

Jiang Yuan nodded slowly. In this way, the case returned to the starting point.

He couldn't help but look at Liu Liu Jinghui. Deduction is like this. You push back and forth, it may be pushing forward, or it may be pushing backward.

It's not like technology. If it breaks through, it breaks through; if it's proven, it's proven.

"Alright, I'll go back and type on the computer." Jiang Yuan didn't even ask about the details of the case. Even if it didn't involve a homicide case, it was a pile of mess. In the end, it was estimated that it would just be some administrative detention-type punishments.

Compared to that, he was still willing to send people to death row directly. ===== CHAPTER 440 =====