disappearing gold

Chapter 18 Zhu Lan’s Rhetoric
  At present, many clues point to the villa, and it seems that the villa is inextricably related to this case.

Considering that Song Xiaofan had sold the villa, the bureau sent additional personnel to continue to keep an eye on Song Xiaofan's home and the vicinity of his home. If Song Xiaofan had no evil intentions in his heart, he would definitely go home in an upright manner. But if he has evil intentions, he may hide in the dark and secretly care about Ms. Wang.

In addition, Cheng Fei had to continue to keep an eye on him, after all, he was Song Xiaofan's best friend so far.

Meanwhile, those responsible for finding a gold switchblade holster that matched the murder weapon were still working hard.

The blood on the murder weapon matched Zhang Zhen's blood, and his wound fit the blade of the switchblade. This gleaming switchblade has several small holes in the handle that are supposed to fit into the sheath. The knives are very delicate, non-regulated knives, more suitable for collection, and must be made by skilled craftsmen.

It's just that the craftsman and the knife sheath have never been found, so Lao Sun and the others almost never mentioned it again.

Back to what happened in the morning.

The troublemakers provoked troubles, broke into houses illegally, threatened with sticks and words, threatened with graffiti, and even beat people and injured police officers. Some of them will be subject to administrative detention and some will be punished. Because no citizen threatens other people's personal, property, freedom, reputation and other rights.

After Zhu Lan came back from her visit to the villa, she was relieved that her work was over for the time being.

When I looked at the sky, I saw that the sun was heading west, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. She ran to the noodle shop on the corner outside the police station, randomly found a seat against the wall and sat down, "Boss, give me a bowl of Chongqing noodles!" This noodle shop was a place where she, her master and other colleagues often came. Working on cases was hard, and she had to travel everywhere, so she was used to eating fast food.

Zhu Lan's stomach growled and she had been protesting all morning.

After dinner, there were very few people in the noodle shop. As soon as he finished speaking, the boss's voice immediately picked up the conversation, "Okay! Officer, wait!"

As soon as the word "police" came out of her mouth, the three men and women eating noodles turned to look at her. In the eyes of the public, criminal police are a mysterious profession, and police officers are mysterious people. This is all understandable. Cool, handsome, powerful, punishing evil and redressing justice for the dead are all necessary labels for criminal police officers.

But the public simply doesn’t understand the hard work of criminal police officers.

Only Zhu Lan knew how much she had suffered since becoming a trainee police officer. It is common to work overtime and stay up late, and she has experienced it many times while sleeping in the open. She even had to guard the crime scene. There is still a lot of unfamiliar professional knowledge to learn and a lot of information to look up.
  Zhu Lan was about to send a message to her master to ask about Tong Ge. As a result, the phone rang at this moment, and she slid open the answer button, "Hello! Master?"

On the other side, outside the corridor of the hospital, Lao Sun called Zhu Lan's mobile phone, "Tu'er, come over quickly and watch the children's songs. I will ask Xiao Feng to go to Song Xiaofan's house again. Such a big thing happened, Song Xiaofan must be hiding in Which corner to observe from."

The boss brought the noodles up and said, "Police officer——"

Seeing that Zhu Lan was listening to the phone, he pointed at Zhu Lan's phone and then at the noodles, meaning to eat the noodles quickly after making the call.

Zhu Lan smiled and nodded at him.

The master must have missed lunch just like her. She was about to say that she would take the order immediately, but the master changed her mind and said, "Forget it, you'd better not come to the hospital. I'll ask Xiao Feng to take my place. You go test Ms. Wang and see if she Do you know the formula for the poem? Also, ask her if Song Hui ever left them a huge fortune."

"Ah? Master, why? I was about to bring you a Chongqing noodles!" Zhu Lan was a little disappointed.

Lao Sun said, "No, I'll just go nearby and make do with it later."

Zhu Lan asked: "Okay! Master. But why me?"

"There is no one more suitable than you. As a woman, it is easier to speak your mind." Lao Sun explained.

"What are you talking about? Master, do you think she will tell me what's on her mind?"

"Hey, how do you know if you don't try?" she said. "According to some of the files I checked, Song Hui's family never knew about him accepting bribes. She must be very aggrieved."

"I understand, Master." Zhu Lan was about to hang up the phone.

Lao Sun hurriedly stopped, "Zhu Lan, wait a moment. Please pay attention to Ms. Wang and Song Xiaofan. They are mother and son after all, so there is no guarantee that they are secretly colluding."

Zhu Lan thought for a while and scratched her head, "Master, did you find any clues?"

"I'll tell you when I get back." Lao Sun said, deliberately trying to hide it. Zhu Lan rushed to the garden community. Outside the window, she could see the bustling urban cultural landscape and the people coming and going. She scratched her head and thought, but she couldn't figure out how to phrase it. So I recited the verse silently in my mind, for fear that I wouldn't be able to express it on the spot later.

Unexpectedly, the driver thought she was asking him something and asked loudly: "What did you say? Are you going to Jinhua Pavilion?"

"Oh, no." Zhu Lan rolled her eyes, these eight poles couldn't go together.

The driver chuckled, "I'm hard of hearing, sorry!"

Zhu Lan couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter."

Fortunately, a great idea suddenly appeared in my mind.

No suspicious person was found along the way, and she successfully arrived at Song Xiaofan's house and knocked on the door. The person inside tried it uncertainly, and the sound seemed a bit distant through a door panel. But I still heard that the voice came from Ms. Wang, gentle and delicate.

"It's me, the policewoman who came to your house. I need you to cooperate with the investigation." Zhu Lan said while observing the corridor and the elevator at the end, but there was still no suspicious person.

She opened the door after a mental struggle.

After the door opened, only Ms. Wang was inside. Zhu Lan asked, "Is your boyfriend not at home?"

"No, who knows where he went. I haven't seen him in the past two days. Such a big thing happened at home, and he couldn't help at all." Ms. Wang said in a rather complaining tone.

Zhu Lan scratched her head in embarrassment, while a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Ms. Wang asked nervously: "Police officer, didn't you ask me last time?"

"Asking different questions this time."

After Zhu Lan finished speaking, she sat down casually on a sofa. She deliberately acted very relaxed, and even smiled at Ms. Wang. Zhu Lan's pear-shaped smile is her most obvious feature. Most people will only feel friendly when they see her, but at critical moments, it is an excellent trump card.

Ms. Wang opposite her put her hands on her knees that were folded together, and she really smiled, showing her bright eyes and white teeth.

"A mountain hides a tree, and a tree hides a room. The room is a treasure, and the world shines with golden light." Zhu Lan suddenly read out the poem word for word. It can be said that he recited it slowly, word by word.

Ms. Wang's expression suddenly changed. The next second she realized something, she hid her emotions in her eyes again. She acted slow, "What?"

Zhu Lan didn't answer. He just smiled and read again: "A mountain hides a tree, and a tree hides a room. The room is a treasure, and the world shines with golden light." This time, the speech speed was slower, and it was customized only for Ms. Wang.

No matter how hard of hearing you are, you should have heard it, let alone the healthy Ms. Wang.

Ms. Wang stuttered a little, "Wha, what?"

"Are you familiar? Have you heard it somewhere?" Zhu Lan still smiled.

"I, I don't understand."

"You really don't understand? Then you've heard of it, right?"

Ms. Wang tilted her head slightly, avoiding her gaze.

Zhu Lan didn't say anything. As a criminal police officer, he still had some patience.

　Half update today.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)