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Wilderness Motorcycle ¡¤ 8 The real motive for committing the crime

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    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with my man?¡± the woman asked as soon as she entered the conference room door.

    I took a glass of water from the water dispenser and put it in her hand, and then said softly: "Sit down and drink some water. Let's ask you a few questions first."

    Seeing how enthusiastic I was, the woman¡¯s face became a little better. She took the water glass with both hands and slowly sat on her seat.

    Brother Ming took advantage of this moment and hurriedly asked: "Your name is Zhang Meifeng, right?"

    "Yeah!" The woman nodded mechanically.

    "Can you tell me about your family situation?" Brother Ming changed the way of asking questions.

    In fact, this is a very effective way of questioning. If Zhang Meifeng was asked about her husband, she would definitely hold on to the question and say things like "What's wrong with my husband?" "I want to see my husband."  , so that no substantive information can be obtained.  If you ask about her family situation instead, you can learn about the deceased's situation. This is a good way of questioning.

    Zhang Meifeng obviously didn't understand what Brother Ming meant. She picked up the water glass and took a big sip. She said to Brother Ming: "I have one, two, three, four" Zhang Meifeng clasped her fingers while looking up at the roof carefully.  She started counting, and when she counted to "six", she stopped what she was doing and said, "Including me, there are seven people in total, three children, me, my man, and my man's parents."

    "What does your man usually do?" Brother Ming imitated Zhang Meifeng's accent in order to create a conversation environment that was familiar to her.

    "He drives a motorcycle!" Zhang Meifeng said proudly.

    "What kind of motorcycle does it look like? Can you describe it well?" Brother Ming asked.

    "It's just a red motorcycle." Zhang Meifeng racked her brains to describe it.

    ¡°Are there any obvious features on the car?¡± Brother Ming asked carefully.

    "What do you mean by obvious characteristics?" Zhang Meifeng asked puzzledly.

    ¡°It¡¯s just different from other motorcycles.¡± I added on the side.

    "Oh, do the stickers on the car count?" Zhang Meifeng asked tentatively.

    ¡°Forget it, of course, where are they posted?¡± I asked.

    "Oh, this is all done by a few kids in my family. It's all plastered on the whole motorcycle." Zhang Meifeng said with a smile.

    "What do you usually do at home?"

    ¡°I usually farm at home, and my husband earns money outside.¡± Zhang Meifeng answered, rubbing her hands.

    "Do you earn a lot?"

    "It's a few dozen yuan a night. Together, we can make tens of thousands of yuan a year, which is enough." Zhang Meifeng was already a little distracted by Ming Ge's parents' shortcomings, and it seemed that her main purpose of coming this time was  All forgotten.  This is also the brilliance of Brother Ming.

    "Where does your husband usually ride motorcycles?" Brother Ming saw that Zhang Meifeng was completely relaxed and took the time to ask.

    "Oh, he usually 'lays on the table' (which means waiting for work) at the train station in Liuhe City." Zhang Meifeng recalled carefully.

    "Are you going at night?" Brother Ming asked carefully, because it was related to the time when the suspect got on the bus, so Zhang Meifeng's answer was crucial.

    "Yes, I basically go out at eight o'clock in the evening and go home the next morning." Zhang Meifeng answered seriously.

    "Your husband hasn't been at home these days, why didn't you call the police?" Brother Ming suddenly asked such a question.

    "Well, you can't throw away a grown man, so why call the police?" Zhang Meifeng said with a smile on her lips.  She probably thought it was a funny joke, and maybe we would laugh along with her.  When she finished speaking and saw the serious expressions on our group's faces, her smile froze and she began to feel uneasy.  She stood up from the chair tremblingly, walked to Brother Ming, grabbed Ming's wrist with both hands, and asked nervously with her eyes wide open: "What's wrong with my man? What's wrong with my man?" Zhang Meifeng's voice became more and more intense.  Big, his whole body was shaking involuntarily.

    I stood next to Brother Ming, looking at Zhang Meifeng¡¯s worried expression, clenching her hands, and the hatred for the criminal suspect filled my heart at this time.  Now I finally understand why my father was so "cruel" to abandon my mother and me and devote himself to his work; I also finally understand why my mother has never complained at all about my father's behavior over the years.

    "No matter how difficult it is, we must catch the murderer." I vowed silently in my heart.

    "Your man was killed." Brother Ming still said this unacceptable reality.

    "Victimizedbsp; "Brother Ming, tell me." Fat Lei picked up the pen and prepared to record it.

    "Contact your colleagues from the traffic police team, call the provincial highway surveillance from Liuhe City to ours, and see if you can find the deceased's motorcycle. It is best to have a clear image of the suspect." After saying that, Brother Ming looked at it.  He looked at his watch and then said, "You go now."

    Fat Lei closed his notebook, nodded, and left the office.

    "Ye Qian." Brother Ming turned around and said again.

    "Director Leng, tell me." Ye Qian cheered up and replied.

    "You should contact the Criminal Police Team now to sort out what major cases have occurred in our province recently, and focus on the left-handed suspect. Give me the answer as quickly as possible." Ming Ge said in a hurry.

    "Understood!" Ye Qian immediately stood up and walked out of the office after receiving the order.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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