No one spoke in the car, and the atmosphere was somewhat serious.

Two policemen sat next to Qian Erbai, one on the left and one on the right, both staring straight ahead, not smiling. The dog rolled its blue eyes, looked at this, then turned to look at that, and finally put its head on its master's shoulder, shut its mouth and dared not speak.

Qian Erbai kept stroking the hair on Lu Liuliu's back, while the villain in the consciousness world was flipping through Shen Chenxin's biography book.

When the enthusiastic crowd at the gate of the recycling station came to surround him just now, they called him a "murderer". It may have been a moment of excitement, but how could he dare to say so if he had no basis for such a murderous name? Full of confidence? This shows that the appearance of the police is indeed related to the murder case.

Naturally, it is impossible for Shen Chenxin to kill someone. Qian Erbai has all the information about him for forty years from birth to death, no one can know the original owner better than him. But the narration angle of the biography is subjective, Qian Erbai can only guarantee that Shen Chenxin did not kill someone, but he cannot be sure that he has nothing to do with the murder case. After all, sometimes an unintentional action may become the fuse of a murder case, and sometimes an inconspicuous discovery may become the key to solving the case.

He doesn't know what kind of situation the original owner belongs to, but no matter what, he will try his best to cooperate with the police investigation.

When he arrived at the police station, Qian Erbai was invited into a small conference room for questioning. Lu Liuliu wanted to follow in, but was stopped by someone raising his foot. He had to squat at the door, guarding the closed door helplessly.

Thick dark curtains were drawn in the conference room, blocking out the sunlight from outside. There was a long blue table in the room, and four policemen sat on three sides of the table, and a chair was placed on the other side, which was obviously reserved for Qian Erbai.

Seeing that the person had already been brought, the captain of the criminal police said, "Sit down." Xu Shi felt that his tone was a little blunt, and in order to relieve the other party's tension, he added, "Don't be afraid, and don't be nervous, we just ask you how many times?" It's a question, and you can answer it truthfully."

The policeman who brought Qian Erbai in opened the chair and motioned him to sit down. Qian Erbai thanked him, and sat down generously, with a natural and calm demeanor, with a faint aura of majesty, as if a general who was sure of winning was participating in a military negotiation.

The four people on the opposite side felt strange. Normally, when ordinary people come to the police station for the first time, no matter how courageous they are outside, they will feel a little uncomfortable when they enter here. They are as calm as this gentleman, as if they have come to their own home field. Such a person can be regarded as rare in a hundred years.

Qian Erbai looked at the person who spoke before, and said: "If you have any questions, just ask, I will tell you everything."

Qian Erbai turned against the guest, and the captain of the criminal police didn't care about it, and was still amiable: "First of all, we need to register your Information, so that you can check it later. Do you have an ID card?"

Qian Erbai nodded, took out a dirty and worn-out crocodile wallet from his clothes pocket, opened it, and pulled out the picture with four corners worn out A whitish ID card. The police officer standing behind him blinked when he saw no less than ten bank cards and a stack of business cards whose contents could not be clearly seen in the wallet, but he said nothing. He took the ID card and went to the computer beside him to start recording. .

The captain of the criminal police continued to ask questions like "Where is the family?" "Who is in the family?" As soon as the chat started, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. The police officer on the side saw that his lips were chapped, and found a disposable cup to pour him a glass of water. Talking and laughing, asking and answering, it really seems to be holding a symposium.

The police officer who entered the information suddenly let out a "huh", attracting everyone's attention. He looked at Qian Erbai with a strange expression on his face, but he didn't say anything. He just typed out a copy of the information form and handed it to the captain, then walked over and returned the ID card to Qian Erbai.

The captain of the criminal police was taken aback when he saw the name on the registration form, and then said with a smile: "Shen Chenxin, this name is not bad. I remember that there was a young richest man in Haishi who also had this name."

Qian Erbai also laughed, took the ID card and put it in the wallet, and said, "That person is me."

Several people in the venue couldn't believe it. They never thought that he would turn into the desolate and sloppy look in front of them. After all, in their minds, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and if the down payment goes bankrupt, he can return to a well-off level at most, and he should never be on the streets.

Qian Erbai's expression was magnanimous, without the slightest bit of sadness or anger being poked at the sore spot, as if he was talking about the past in an understatement. Coupled with his uninhibited and unshaven appearance, he really looks like a hermit.

Although the person involved didn't care about it, the listener still felt sorry for it, so he said with emotion: "Seeing is worth seeing once heard a hundred times. Mr. Shen's open-mindedness is really hard to match in the world.

" It's just a matter of time." He started with a woven bag, all his equipment was scavenging, so lucky, what can he do.

After learning about Qian Erbai's real identity, the captain of the criminal police's attitude changed. After all, an honest man who has done charity so that his family's wealth was scattered and went to the streets to pick up waste, even if he disagrees, he still has to sigh in admiration. And judging from his many years of experience in knowing people, the possibility of Shen Chenxin being the murderer is very slim. So he cut to the chase and said, "This time I invite you to come here because we have found some evidence that you may be an insider to the two murders in April."

"On April 10 and 20, Yuejin Road and There have been two vicious murders in Hua'er Lane, I wonder if Mr. Shen knows about it?"

Qian Erbai nodded, and said: "I have some impressions, but it's just hearsay, and I don't know the specific situation very well."

Yuwei City is the place where Shen Chenxin is most active, and even the original owners of No. 10 and No. 20 have been to these two places where the murders occurred. But at that time, he was exhausted from making ends meet, and he didn't even care much about garbage sorting, which he had pursued for half his life, let alone other things in the outside world. He knew that these two murders were read from newspapers, so the information he knew was no different from other ordinary people.

Furthermore, the original owner himself was not a talkative person, and his relationship with other scavengers was not very close, so he was not as well-informed about these gossips as the police imagined.

The captain of the criminal police was not discouraged, and continued: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Shen just needs to answer my question. At around nine o'clock in the evening on April 10, and at ten o'clock in the evening on the 20th, where is Mr. Shen? Do you want to recall what your surroundings were like at that time?"

Qian Erbai rummaged through Shen Chenxin's memory, looking for words and trying to make the overly detailed content blurry.

"I was at the door of a convenience store on Yuejin Road at nine o'clock in the evening on the 10th, because the store closed at nine o'clock every day, so I remember it very clearly. On the night of the 20th, I went back to Central Park from North Street. There seemed to be a fight inside, and I'm not sure what time it was, but it must have been before 10:40, because Central Park closed at 10:40, and the door was still open when I went back that day."

The captain of the criminal police nodded and signaled the policeman sitting in front of the computer to play the video. At the same time, the policeman who had been standing behind Qian Erbai raised his hand and turned off the overhead light next to the projection screen. On the rest of the screen, the surveillance video with unclear pixels exudes a faint light.

There are four sections in the video, the first and second sections are Shen Chenxin dragging a bag and standing in front of the convenience store, but from different angles, one is from the surveillance of the convenience store's own home, and the other is from the surveillance outside the door of the hardware store next door. At 9:05 p.m. on April 10th; in the third section, Shen Chenxin turned into an alley at 9:50 p.m. on April 20th; the fourth section follows the third section, but in the middle Twenty minutes later, it showed that he came out of the alley, stood at the entrance of the alley for a while, and then left in a hurry. The time was 10:18.

The captain of the criminal police asked: "The alley in the third and fourth videos is Hua'er Alley. Mr. Shen entered Hua'er Alley for about 20 minutes. During these 20 minutes, what did you do and what did you see?

" Erbai frowned and recalled: "Walking in Hua'er Lane is the back door of a gay bar. I ran into it once before... It was not a good thing, and I didn't go near it anymore. That day I saw the alley near the back door. There was a lot of rubbish scattered in the place where I ordered, so I went to clean it up, but I heard a fight in the direction of the bar. I didn't want to be nosy, but after a while, I heard someone calling for help, so I went in fearing something would happen. ... It was a misunderstanding. Then I left."

Qian Erbai spoke cryptically, but none of the people present were ignorant of the world, so they naturally knew what he had skipped. In the eyes of the younger male policeman, With some jokes and clarity, the only female police officer was a little embarrassed and took a sip of water to cover up.

The captain of the criminal police grasped the new clue revealed in his words: "You said you heard someone fighting in Hua'er Lane and someone calling for help, so have you seen their faces?"

Qian Erbai shook his head, somewhat I'm sorry: "It's not a fight, it's because I heard it wrong. I don't always watch young people play too carefully. And when they are in the car, the sound stops when I knock on the window, and then I know it's me Misunderstood. When I left, the people in the car didn't come out, so I don't know how many of them there are and what they look like."

"Then do you remember what the car looked like, and the license plate number?"

" The car is an ordinary black Toyota Corolla, there is a long scratch on the door, and the license plate number is hard to remember."

Seeing that he could not find any useful information, the captain of the criminal police announced the end of the questioning. He smiled and led Qian Erbai to leave the conference room, with a friendly attitude as if he had been an old friend for many years.

The other policemen stayed in the conference room to summarize the transcript of the conversation. Seeing that the captain of the criminal police drew two deep lines under the words "Toyota Corolla" and "Hua'er Lane" and "Gay Bar", they couldn't help but wondered: " Is there anything special about these three clues?"

Another policeman looked serious and thought for a moment: "Maybe we are looking in the wrong direction. Even if there are perfume and lipstick residues on the body, it doesn't mean that the murderer must be a woman. It's..."

"A big guy in women's clothing?!" The man widened his eyes and screamed, but was glared at by the policewoman who was focusing on checking the information. He quickly covered his mouth, lowered his head, and turned to his colleagues after a while, "I didn't even know that the place behind Hua'er Lane without a store name turned out to be gay. You said that the former richest man is well-informed." Ha!"

But the colleague who was listening to him gave him a strange look, and then silently moved the chair away.

The policewoman sneered inexplicably: "Ignorance." The voice was so soft that no one heard it.

The author has something to say: The next chapter will be about bathhouse passion (just kidding), and will not involve too much in solving crimes, after all, the protagonist is not professionally related.