In the afternoon, the library gave feedback that Zhang Peicai had borrowed the Nancheng newspaper from that year eighteen years ago, and it was more than one newspaper. Although this was found out, the scope was a bit wide.

That year should be the year after the 519 case. Song Wen was still a child at that time, and he should be in the second grade of primary school. The memory of that year is blurred, but vaguely remember that it was a disaster year, all kinds of natural disasters** , the trouble continues.

Song Wen instructed the two police assistants to go to the library to fetch the newspapers from the whole year and make a photocopy.

At the same time, Zhu Xiao retrieved Wang Qichao's identity and information, tried to dial the phone, and made several calls in a row, but the user you dialed was not in the service area.

Fu Linjiang frowned and asked Song Wen, "Isn't this person escaping?"

"Probably not. If you run away, at least change your phone." Song Wen looked at Wang Qichao's profile. He was a fat man who was not tall. Let's go and take a look." This person's information was also registered in the police system before, and there was also the address of the factory. That factory building was owned by Wang Qichao. After renovation, all the food and lodging were in it. If he could run away, the monk could not run away from the temple.

The two drove the police car all the way to the factory area, and they saw a one-story factory from afar. Fu Linjiang searched for the house numbers one by one. He didn't expect much, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw a fat man sneaking his head out of the factory building. When the fat man saw it was a police car, he turned and ran. Song Wen's car stepped on the accelerator and drifted, blocking the fat man. As soon as everyone met, it was Wang Qichao, which saved a lot of trouble this time.

"Wang Qichao!" Fu Linjiang called his name, stretched out his hand from the co-pilot to show his ID, and said as he got out of the car, "Do you know why we are looking for you?"

Wang Qichao took the certificate and looked at it, his face changed slightly: "You criminal police... still care about me making cooking bags? Wouldn't it be eating dead people?" He licked his lips and put on an aggrieved expression. Said, "I cut corners a bit, but it's not so lethal. Is there any misunderstanding by the police officer? And I'm selling it at a very cheap price..."

Song Wen locked the police car and snorted: "What's a good thing about making a cooking bag? I'm quite proud to hear that."

Wang Qichao sneered and said: "I am a market economy, and I comply with market requirements. If no one buys this, ghosts will do it."

Fu Linjiang asked him back: "Do you eat that thing?" In the previous video, those materials were not washed, they were piled on the ground by workers, trampled on, all kinds of moldy ingredients, the cheapest cheap meat directly mixed Chili and condiments, mixed together, make people feel disgusting when they think about it.

Wang Qichao obediently shook his head and whispered: "I was thinking about it before... I don't do it, others do it..." He never eats what he makes himself, and whoever eats it is unlucky.

Song Wen and Fu Linjiang walked into the factory building, and it was indeed remodeled. There were several cooking machines in the hall, which were covered with dust.

Wang Qichao hurriedly followed: "I have already washed my hands in a golden basin, and now I am the only one living here."

Fu Linjiang said, "What were you doing sneakily before?"

"I... go to the toilet..." Wang Qichao stammered back.

Song Wen stretched out his hand and pointed to the toilet symbol on the door beside him, directly piercing his lie: "Then this is a decoration?"

Wang Qichao tried his best to smile, rubbed his hands and said, "Isn't this seeing a police car? I'm nervous. This toilet is not easy to flush." ​​There is not a single truth in the three sentences.

Song Wen began to look at the surrounding environment, while Fu Linjiang took out Zhang Peicai's photo for him to identify: "Do you know the person in the photo?"

"Zhang Peicai, I also know him when he turned into ashes. This kid has been undercover in my factory for three months. I treat him as a brother. It's exposed." Wang Qichao said this, and then he reacted and opened his mouth, "It can't be...he died?"

Fu Linjiang nodded, took out a stack of documents, and flashed it in front of Wang Qichao: "This is evidence that you threatened Zhang Peicai."

The corners of Wang Qichao's mouth twitched, as if he was suppressing the joy in his heart, and he hurriedly retorted: "I was so angry and scolded. Are you arresting? And...you...have you found the body?"

Fu Linjiang said: "Naturally, what are we looking for you for without a body?"

Wang Qichao lowered his head as he spoke: "That's right, I'm a catering bag maker, can I throw the corpse out? There are several meat grinding machines in my factory."

Hearing this, Fu Linjiang's hair stood up: "Co-author, you're ready to be a human meat bun, right?"

"Don't say no, comrade police, I just said it casually, you can check it as you like." Wang Qichao immediately confessed, "I once wanted to hire someone to beat him up, but, this guy surnamed Zhang is very alert, and it's a little troublesome. There is no one left, such a capable person, who fooled me for a while, how could they have committed it to me... Moreover, I have also heard people say that he is no longer able to work with us, go check it out The big news is gone."

"Big news? What big news?" Fu Linjiang asked.

Wang Qichao said: "Naturally, it is a big news that can shake Nancheng. In comparison, my small workshop is like a worm on the ground, and it is not worth mentioning. However, I don't know what to look for."

Song Wen had been listening to the two people talking just now. Taking advantage of this time, he strolled around the house and outside, and came over and said, "You have good news, it's like knowing that we are coming. Did you tip off?"

Wang Qichao's body stiffened: "No! No! No matter how well-informed I am, no one will have anything to do with your detectives." After that, his mouth was bitten to death, and he didn't say anything useful.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Fu Linjiang stuffed a business card into Wang Qichao's hand and told him to report the clues related to Zhang Peicai in time, and then followed Song Wen out.

"The man surnamed Wang shouldn't be the murderer. But..." Song Wen opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. "Notify the food safety department and the police at the branch. He must have returned to work with such a heavy smell of condiments."

Fu Linjiang was taken aback, "That machine is not empty..."

Song Wen started the car: "It's placed for inspection. And the placement is different from the video. There are a few machines missing. It's probably underground, so his mobile phone can't get through."

After hearing Song Wen's words, Fu Linjiang suddenly realized. When they entered the door before, Wang Qichao ran away just to lure them away. The man surnamed Wang in the back watched them leave, visibly relieved.

Fu Linjiang remembered the relevant news he had seen before: "Isn't he under investigation here before, and it has only been shut down for three months."

"Probably spent money and ran away. His factory was shut down, and one day was a loss. Compared with huge profits, what kind of fine is that?" Song Wen added an explanation, "Before Zhang Pei broke his financial path, he is anxious He has to jump. But now, he is not in a hurry, and he doesn't hold any grudges anymore when he mentions Zhang Peicai. He must be thinking about going back to work, and he has no time to talk about it."

Fu Linjiang sighed, took out his mobile phone and called the Brothers Department. After the notification, he said, "I hope I can gain more this time, so I can just seal it up and arrest the person."

The two returned to the police station all the way. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a strange man walking into their office with a bag. When he walked to the door of the office, his eyes were still looking around. Song Wen saw that the man was an unfamiliar face. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man asked, "Is Cheng Xiaobing here?" After speaking, he pointed to the clothes inside his jacket, "I'm delivering takeaways." As he spoke, he opened the collar, revealing the yellow shirt inside.

Song Wen became furious after hearing this: "This is the Municipal Bureau. Takeaways and couriers can only be delivered to the reception, not directly." Not to mention confidential files, even if the case on the whiteboard is seen by others. At this time, just after lunch time, it was the time when the entire police station was the most relaxed, and a takeaway deliveryman walked in.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Team Song." Cheng Xiaobing rushed out of the evidence room all the way, took the takeaway from the man, and waved to the deliveryman to leave quickly. When he turned around, he saw that Song Wen's face was still calm, and smiled, "Song team, I'm not working overtime for the recent case, and I missed the cafeteria meal order. This deliveryman is also kind enough to bring it in. Next time I'll mark it, Not anymore."

Old Jia on the side joined in the fun and walked over to look at the outside of Cheng Xiaobing's bag: "Yo! Milk tea, fat!"

Cheng Xiaobing refused to spare him: "Uncle Jia, you can reduce your belly and talk to me."

Lao Jia snorted: "The little girl is brave enough to order takeout! I should show you the previous video."

Cheng Xiaobing hurriedly waved his hand: "No no no, I don't want to see it!"

Zhu Xiao laughed when he heard this: "She's doing physical evidence. I haven't seen anything disgusting, and she's afraid of watching videos? Those forensic doctors also like to eat internal organs."

Seeing someone help him to speak, Cheng Xiaobing stuck out his tongue: "That's right, I don't care if I don't see it, I don't get sick if I don't clean or eat. Besides, I have no one to bring food."

Half of the people in the office turned to look at Song Wen with meaningful eyes.

Song Wen coughed: "It's all so busy? Has the testimony been sorted out? Has the case been solved? Where's the physical evidence report?"

After hearing this, everyone bowed their heads, and Cheng Xiaobing didn't dare to panic, and hurriedly walked to the evidence room with the takeaway.

After a busy afternoon, various testimonials and testimonies from all walks of life were gradually sorted out, but they still didn't know anything about the person who kidnapped Zhang Peicai. Wang Qichao is not the murderer, and now they can only hope for some clues about the mysterious woman Zhang Mingxuan said.

Song Wen took a whiteboard pen and wrote Zhang Peicai's name on the whiteboard. Then he simply drew a map of the area where Zhang Peicai was found. They couldn't even verify where Zhang Peicai was imprisoned before he was killed after he disappeared.

This is the first time Song Wen has encountered such a case. It has been two days since the case. The murderer of the case is a man or a woman, one person and two people? When the crime was committed, where is the crime scene, and what is the motive for the murder, it is all unknown...

He felt that he was in a fog, holding a lamp in his hand, but he couldn't see anything in front of him when he lifted it up. That little light wasn't enough to pierce the fog and illuminate the direction ahead.

But Song Wen felt that he should move forward. He seemed to be playing a game of chess with an invisible opponent on the opposite side.

When he was about to get off work, Song Wen couldn't bear to rummage through Zhang Peicai's credit record again. He wanted to see if he could find any clues from it, at least to find out who the woman was.

According to the data, as Zhu Xiao said, Zhang Peicai bought a lot of luxury goods for girls. Song Wen flipped through the pages, and suddenly a flash of light came to his mind. Those luxury stores usually have cameras installed. Can the mysterious woman be found in the images of the stores?

After thinking about it, Song Wen sorted out Zhang Peicai's shopping expense list.

According to the time and place of payment, he quickly made a list.

It was after seven o'clock in the evening, Song Wen looked at the time and drove directly to the city center.

The high-end shopping malls in Nancheng for purchasing luxury goods are located in the middle of the whole city. This area has unique architecture and is always busy with traffic.

Song Wen only had dinner with friends here occasionally. Those expensive luxury goods were only seen in the window. He parked the police car in the underground parking lot and walked up the road.

This is a covered pedestrian street. The whole building is like a glass world. There are huge glass curtain walls hanging down everywhere. Each luxury store is designed independently, or two or three floors, with huge advertising signs. Promote new products of the season.

Song Wen walked into the first store, and the clerk at the door swept his eyes quickly with his bow. He looked at him from top to bottom, and greeted him with a smile, but his expression was blunt, as if he had already determined him. Not a potential customer.

Song Wen didn't talk nonsense. He took the police officer's certificate and came out to explain his intention. I hoped they would cooperate. The clerk suddenly showed a look of embarrassment: "Sir, I'm sorry, this, we don't have a few cameras in this store, and it's to prevent products from being sold. If you lose it, you can keep it for a week at most. Your time is a little longer, and it is estimated that it has already been covered... and we don't have permission yet. Why don't you leave a contact information, we will apply for it with the store manager, and we will reply you when there is news? "

Song Wen observed the locations of several cameras in the store, and asked a few more questions about the purchases that day. The clerk asked three questions. Song Wen took out Zhang Peicai's photo, and the clerk shook his head again and said that he had no impression.

Song Wen sighed, walked out of this store and walked to the second store, the result was similar. Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Song Wen couldn't help frowning and rolling up his sleeves, standing at the door of the luxury store, thinking about what to do next, whether it was a store-by-store asking or thinking of something.

In the past, Song Wen had various ways to deal with those criminals, but there was no way to deal with this little girl who was wearing makeup and delicate in a luxury store, said sorry first, and bowed again and again and couldn't ask anything. He was thinking about whether to obtain the image by other means, when he suddenly saw a person walking out of the store diagonally opposite.

The man was tall and thin, tall and straight, with particularly slender legs. In this environment, he was not overshadowed by the models on those brands. The distance was a little far, Song Wen thought he had read it wrong, reached out and wiped his eyes, but saw that the man turned to him and walked straight in this direction, not Lu Siyu or which one.