Can anyone who has been dead for more than ten years find clues? Ma Xiao and his colleagues taught Ling Tian a lesson.

After two days of almost sleepless investigation and evidence collection, an exciting news emerged.

The hair owner did die more than ten years ago, but just before the deceased died, due to financial reasons, the deceased sold his long black hair.

The long hair has been twisted and turned several times and was finally made into a wig and was sold more than ten years ago.

Although it is impossible to track who the long hair from more than ten years ago was sold to, this has already made everyone feel excited.

The murderer is still there, and the case is not unsolvable.

Ling Tian did not go to the police station to help. Investigation and analysis work was not his strength, and he also thought he could not help much.

For him, the key doubts were not removed from He Jiamei.

Death energy will not arise for no reason, nor will it be entangled in a kind person for no reason.

He Jiamei has been released. In order to better understand this woman, Ling Tian deliberately began to approach He Jiahua's family.

That day, after lunch, Ling Tian went to He Jiahua's house. When he passed by yesterday, he saw He Jiahua sorting out debris, many of them heavy, so Ling Tian volunteered to help.

I worked hard for several hours but still didn't finish it. I made an appointment to continue today.

When we arrived at the He family, He Jiahua and his wife had already started moving things, and He Qiqi was also there, cleaning something at the faucet at the door.

Seeing Ling Tian, ​​He Qiqi's face turned a little red and her head lowered.

The He Jiahua and his wife, who were busy, did not notice Ling Tian's arrival. They carried the heavy sofa and were a little gasping.

"Damn girl, have you done it? Come and help." The aunt said with some complaints: "I'll wash my shoes later."

"oh oh."

He Qiqi responded quickly, secretly glanced at Ling Tian, ​​and walked up to help carry things.

Ling Tian smiled and wanted to go up to help, but when he heard the aunt's words, he subconsciously looked at the shoes that He Qiqi put down. It was a pair of casual shoes with white fur. At this time, the long white hair was wet with water, and you could still see a little dark red stained on it.

"I'll help." Ling Tian raised the sofa in front of He Qiqi: "Qiqi, you go wash your shoes."

"Ling Tian, ​​thank you very much." The aunt then found Ling Tian, ​​hurriedly thanked him, and then said to He Qiqi: "Girl, you can help too."

He Qiqi responded again, and the four of them carried the broken sofa into the dead end. Because there were too many things piled up in the dead end, they were panting, and several people were panting when lifted on the sofa.

"Stay a break first, my waist is not good."

After all, He Jiahua is old and beats his waist with his backhand. Seeing this, the aunt hurriedly stepped forward to massage his wife.

He Qiqi stood aside and gasped slightly. Sweat wet the long hair on her forehead, forming a hook on her forehead, looking like the headdress on the head of Shui Bingyue in the cartoon Sailor Moon. In conjunction with her face that was flushed due to exercise, Ling Tian felt a bit indescribable and strange.

But soon, Ling Tian shook his head and threw this feeling out of his mind. Everyone has a love for beauty, but many times he can only appreciate it. He feels that he is quite dedicated to his feelings.

Of course, Lulu is the exception.

He Qiqi noticed Ling Tian's gaze, and walked to the pool and began to clear her shoes as if she was hiding her embarrassment and said to herself: "What's up there? You can't even wash it off."

While pounding his wife's back, the aunt spoke up dissatisfiedly: "Who knows what you did? She won't come back in the middle of the night. She only knows to go out for fun all day."

He Qiqi spitted out her small tongue and lowered her head to brush her shoes.

Ling Tian met He Qiqi at a bar in the evening, and naturally thought that He Qiqi must have gone to the bar again. He has been in the police station for a while, and in addition to the child's case, he has also been in contact with many other cases.

Many cases are caused by alcohol, and I couldn't help but persuade: "Let's go to the bar less. It's too late, you are not safe as a girl."

"Did you hear that? Your brother doesn't like you going to the bar." The aunt quickly finished the attack, then turned to look at Ling Tian: "Ling Tian, ​​please help me take care of this girl."

Before Ling Tian said anything, He Qiqi blushed: "Mom, I haven't been there for a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time, almost a day."

"That's not going to the bar, but just going to help my aunt get something."

"Things, go get things in the middle of the night?"

"I'm calling me."

"Where is that thing?"

"My aunt is not at home."

The mother and daughter began to argue. Ling Tian first listened with a smile, but as he listened, he felt something was wrong. The time they said was exactly when He Jiamei was arrested. That night, another child had an accident.

Thinking of this, Ling Tian couldn't help but interrupt: "Qiqi, what does your aunt want you to get? You have to go there in the middle of the night."

He Qiqi stopped arguing with her mother and shook her head: "I don't know, my aunt had made an appointment a long time ago, but there was no one at home when I went there."

The aunt on the side began to feel dissatisfied: "No one, since there is no one, you should go home. You have to go to the bar again. You will come back at 4 or 5 in the morning. Is this what a girl should do?"

"I really didn't go to the bar," He Qiqi looked helpless: "I just went to my aunt's house and came back when I saw that she was not at home. I didn't know it was so late."

"Fuck." The aunt cursed and sweared: "Go out at 10 pm and come back at 4 or 5 AM. You are a snail. You go to play until dawn and learn to lie."

A trace of confusion flashed in He Qiqi's eyes, but she was still stubborn: "What, what I said is true."

"Hmph." The aunt obviously didn't believe it.

Not to mention the aunt, even Ling Tian didn't believe it. After all, he had read the information of He Jiamei. Her home was only half an hour away from the old city, and she was still walking. But He Qiqi's expression didn't look like she was lying.

Ling Tian was puzzled and his eyes couldn't help but put on the pair of stained shoes.

The shoes have not been cleaned yet. Except for the white hair on it and some stains stained, the other places are already very clean, but in the pool, the water that has not yet flowed away seems very turbid, as if it is turning up mud.

He Jiahua, who had a rest, also joined the ranks of calling for his daughter. He Qiqi explained it several times, but the old couple did not believe it. It was very simple, after all, time doesn't match.

Finally, He Qiqi said she was anxious and ran back to the room with a crying voice.

The aunt cursed a few times, and was about to go in, but she felt a little embarrassed when she saw Ling Tian: "Ling Tian, ​​please go and see that dead girl. In addition, although this girl likes to play a little, she will never dare to do anything randomly. She has obtained my true teachings on doing housework."
Chapter completed!