Chapter 15
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Huang Xing, the head of the technical investigation department, was a middle-aged man with a shiny head. He walked in a hurry while leaning his body to the side. He spoke like a machine gun, "Last night, the data was restored to 11 o 'clock. This morning, I came to work at 4 o' clock. Hurry up and finish this so that I can attend my son's parent-teacher meeting … Sigh! I've been scolded by my homeroom teacher. If I get last place again, you won't be able to see me tomorrow. I'll beat him to death! "
Yan Ji comforted him, "It's okay. You can still be a police officer in the future, right?"
Huang Xing was stunned. His gaze fell on Yan Ji and he said subconsciously, "That won't do!"
Yan Ji, "…"
"Where were we?" Huang Xing coughed as if nothing had happened. "Oh, right, the data was restored."
"…" Yan Xi was speechless.
"The victim, Feng Yuguang's photo album, address book, recent contacts, and WeChat account data have all been restored. Only the WeChat chat history cannot be found. Here, the call history is. The last call the victim received before his death was from an unregistered SIM card. We can't triangulate it, and we can't determine the owner. "
Yan Ji pointed to the second line of the list, "What about this?"
This was an outgoing call. It was only three minutes before the mysterious incoming call, and the call was forty-eight seconds long.
Forty-eight seconds was neither long nor short. If it was the agreed meeting place, it would be too long-winded. There was not enough time to talk about other things.
"This," Huang Xing said, "The owner is Ding Dang. She's the daughter of the teaching director of the company where Feng Yuguang was interning. She's a 21-year-old art school student. The victim has been calling her very frequently in the past month. To be honest, I think the two of them are in a relationship. "
Yan Ji smiled.
Huang Xing asked, "Why are you smiling?"
"I'm laughing because you guessed wrong. The victim can't be in a relationship with this girl." Yan Ji waved the evidence bag containing the phone. "Do you want to bet?"
"…" Huang Xing said cautiously, "I advise you to look at the call history first."
"I don't need to look. I know."
"How do you know?"
Yan Ji smiled but did not answer. "Do you want to bet?"
Huang Xing couldn't take it anymore and said, "Aren't you just bickering?"
"What bickering? I'm just making a reasonable guess based on facts. You don't have a complete understanding of the case … "
A figure rushed upstairs in a hurry and almost bumped into Yan Xuan. "Ouch!"
Yan Xuan reacted quickly and dodged the unknown white liquid splashing on his face at the critical moment. He also saved the black T-shirt he bought from Taobao last year that cost 200 RMB a dozen. He scolded, "What are you doing? Why are you so flustered?"
Han Xiaomei had soy milk in one hand and a bun in the other. She looked like a frightened deer. "Ah, Captain Yan! You, you, you, I, I … "
Huang Xing couldn't bear to watch and held his forehead.
"Are you here for work or for a picnic?" Yan Ji was furious. "Where is Old Gao? Gao Panqing? I asked you to take care of this girl, but you let her go eat buns in the morning? Bring Old Gao from the Field Team here! "
"It's not Brother Gao, it's not!" Han Xiaomei hurriedly stopped him. "It's your friend, Captain Yan. I went to your office just now and he said you asked me to buy some food …"
Yan Ji was speechless.
Yan Ji's expression changed. He was like an active volcano that was about to erupt and suddenly succumbed to the power of nature called "Jiang Stops".
"Friend?" Huang Xing asked curiously.
"… Oh, the witness I called over. I forgot about him when I got busy."
Yan Ji took the bun and soy milk from the aggrieved Han Xiaomei. He thought for a while and stuffed it back. He threw the victim's mobile phone from the evidence bag to Huang Xing and said, "Find out the people who contacted the victim the most frequently after she arrived in Jianning, including this person called Ding Dang. Call them one by one for questioning. Ask Old Gao to prepare a transcript for me later." Then he took the bun and soy milk again and looked at Han Xiaomei from head to toe. He scolded, "How are you wearing your police uniform? Tuck your shirt into your pants! "
Han Xiaomei was speechless.
Yan Xiao carried the steamed buns and swaggered off.
"Don't argue with this idiot." Huang Xing patted Han Xiaomei who was about to cry and pouted in the direction where Yan Ji left. "There must be a reason why a man in his thirties can't find a wife."
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