The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"Did the director bring the case file we took over?"

Ma Jianguo shook his head. "Not yet, it is expected to come soon."

Zu Dong brought her tea, and she said, "Thank you."

Zu Dongxi smiled and sat back in his seat.

An Xiaomeng and the three of them talked about the recent situation. While they were chatting, Pan Zhenghui came in.

Holding two portfolios in his hand.

"Two cases?"

"No, it's one." Pan Zhenghui put the portfolio on the table. "This case was the case two months ago, the worst case. At that time, it was not broken by the serious case. In order to take into account the image, This case was not reported, but this case can really be described as heinous, and I think only you can break it. "

An Xiaomen pulled out the contents of her portfolio and saw one of the photos. She frowned tightly, "What is this pot of rib soup ..."

"That's human bone soup ..." Pan Zhenghui couldn't bear to look at it. "This murderer seems to be very good at handling the scene, and after the forensic appraisal, he found that when the bone was cut, he was very particular about it.

An Xiaomen felt chills, and even her brain filled the scene of chopping meat, only that the game was nauseating.

"When I went to survey the scene ..." Ma Jianguo seemed to be incapable of speaking. "He vomited at the scene. The murderer is definitely an extreme metamorphosis."

"Now there are so many dark sides in this society, and there are many people who have psychological distortions." An Xiaomen continued to look down with her head down.

Pan Zhenghui sighed, "Auntie, you're back. If you don't come back, we're going to ask you."

"My body is not very comfortable recently, but I will do my best, and ..." An Xiaomen looked up at Pan Zhenghui, "I have been in the devil training camp for four or five months, and now I am very good, equal to us Three of these four groups will work hard, don't you feel more at ease? "

Pan Zhenghui agreed, "That's right, there are only old horses left ..."

"I'm in my forties, this is the way I am in my life, I don't want to live half my life and still practice."

"Okay, the case is here for you. You are discussing when the investigation will begin, and I will return to the office." Pan Zhenghui stepped out of the door and closed the door to them by the way.

"The victim Wu Changqing, female, is 24 years old. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and both had families. She was thrown to her grandma to take care of her." An Xiaomen looked at Ma Jianguo. My classmates and friends learned that she was a very rebellious girl, right? "

"Yes, she said that she seriously lacked the care of her parents. She rebelled from a young age, and has been rebellious to a big one. After her grandma became ill, she broke off the relationship with those classmates and friends. Selling Y at night may make more money like this. I learned from her grandma that she gave a lot of money to her every time she came back in the past four months. "

Ma Jianguo went on to say, "It's unusual for her uncle to receive a text message. You can see that there are photos of the text message."

An Xiaomen flipped over to take a photo of the text message, which reads: [Grandma, I went to work outside the city, and I'm not in our city anymore, I will take care of myself. -Evergreen. ]

"According to Wu Changqing's uncle, this mobile phone number was indeed his mother's, but the mother gave it to herself a few months ago, because she is too old to hear the phone behind her ears, even if she cannot read. It ’s impossible to read the text on the text message. Wu Changqing is very clear about this information. She calls every time. She also knows that this number is held by her uncle. Even if someone sends a text message, they do n’t directly say ' Uncle, do you tell me grandma 'or something like that. "Ma Jianguo added," This is why they called the police. "

An Xiaomen hummed and turned to the back. She found that the police found the pot of broth, but the murderer let the police find it.

"Since the murderer sent that text message, why do we want to let us know that the owner of the pot of broth is Wu Changqing, and let us know that she was not missing but was killed. Isn't this contradictory?"

Ma Jianguo spread his hand. "This is where the murderer's metamorphosis is. Maybe he thinks that the police can't find him. He wants to play a cat chasing game with the police."

"It's also possible, I'm afraid the problem won't be known until the killer is caught."

An Xiaolim extended her forefinger and looked at the three of them seriously. "Now I will give you three assignment tasks. First, you must get Wu Changqing's birthday characters. Second, you must ask for the night record. From her night work to How much money was made by the victim, and her grandmother was asked, and how much was given by Wu Changzheng. Third, since nothing has been investigated from Wu Changzheng ’s mobile phone number information records, we must check online for clues. Remember the murder of a 17-year-old girl last time, ca n’t miss this one, and collect it. Fourth, from the people who know Wu Changzheng, give me a careful and careful investigation. What is her other temperament besides rebellion? So, I have to know what her hobbies are. "

Ma Jianguo, Zu Dong, and Gong Le said the same as playing chicken blood, "Receive! Guarantee to complete the task!"

An Xiaomen gave the task to them and drove back home.

Xu looked at the photos of that taste, and she had no appetite at night.

Back at home, 007 brought her the cooked Chinese medicine to her, An Xiaonang held her nose and drank a large bowl, then rinsed her mouth.

"Miss Ann, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"You don't want to eat anything. You go back to the house and rest."

Lying on the sofa, An Xiaomen didn't want to move.

Her eyelids fought a little, and she changed into a comfortable posture, too lazy to lie on the sofa, and went to sleep.

Until he noticed the anomaly, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Seeing the person covering himself with a blanket, An Xiaomeng was relieved.

"I didn't just come yesterday. Why are you here again tonight?"

"I ate yesterday, didn't I have to eat it today?" Jin Qingyan said for a reason.

"Reduced."

"Why don't you go to sleep upstairs?"

An Xiaomen sat upright, her eyes narrowed, "Did you eat?"

"No."

"I didn't," she said softly. "I went to the police station and saw an unsightly picture of the crime scene, and I had no appetite."

Jin Qingyan got up and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "Let me see what's in your refrigerator."

An Xiaomen didn't stop him. She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and sat so quietly. Some noise came from her ears in the kitchen.