Meng Yao walked around the office casually while thinking, his eyes sweeping across the desk. Finally, it was fixed on a notebook on the desktop.
Seeing that she noticed the notebook, Zhang Dongxu explained, "That is the notebook where Sun Yu records his daily turnover. I looked at it and didn't find anything to point to."
After looking at him, Meng Yao picked it up and flipped through it casually, scanning the numbers on it one by one, "This fishing spot seems to have a lot of turnover every day, and it seems to be quite profitable."
Zhang Dongxu picked up her words casually, "That's right, otherwise her daughter-in-law would ask for money and a house. The daily income here would be at least three to four thousand, and that would be hundreds of thousands a month."
It¡¯s much better than those of us who eat public food. Otherwise, everyone who has some skills would do it by themselves. Not to mention being their own boss, they would make more money. "
Looking through the book in his hand and listening to what he said, Meng Yao gradually discovered a problem.
"It's strange. Everything else is recorded very clearly. Why is there a blur every two days?"
"What is it?" Zhang Dongxu stepped forward curiously and looked where Meng Yao pointed.
"This should also be for consumption, but why don't you remember how much?
And there is a transaction almost every other day! "
The two looked at each other, and Meng Yao handed the notebook to Zhang Dongxu, "Go and ask Zhang Cheng to see if he knows anything about the situation.
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Zhang Dongxu nodded and walked out with his notebook. Yuan Shuai then walked in and continued to walk around the office with Meng Yao.
Separated by a curtain, the other room is the lounge.
A half-sized double bed, visually estimated to be 1.5 meters wide and 2 meters long. There was no mat on it, and a thin blanket was folded squarely on the pillow.
Meng Yao raised his eyebrows, recalling what Zhang Dongxu had said in his mind, and asked unconsciously, "Didn't Zhang Cheng say that Sun Yu likes to spread a quilt on weekdays?
But why are the blankets here folded? "
Looking at each other with Yuan Shuai, Meng Yao stepped forward and turned over the blanket in confusion, and found two hairs on the pillow. Judging from the color and length, they did look like Sun Yu's.
"Maybe it's because this blanket is too thin and doesn't look good when spread out!"
Yuan Shuai thought for a while and came to this conclusion.
After frowning and looking at it for a while, Meng Yao returned the blanket to its original shape and called the police to take two photos.
"Let's go, let's go to the kitchen and have a look."
Yuan Shuai was stunned, "Do you suspect that the murder weapon was in the kitchen?"
"Judging from the incision on the neck of the deceased, the murder weapon was extremely sharp, and the deceased's head should have been cut off in one go. The surrounding area was very flat, and there was no trauma caused by multiple cuts."
Meng Yao answered his question as he walked out of the door, and asked a police officer to lead the way.
Out of the door, to the west of the house is a row of bungalows, which are private rooms used for meals in the fishing grounds. Each one is an independent room, with a simple corridor outside.
The kitchen is in another room next to Sun Yu's office. There is a room between the kitchen and the lounge, which is the material warehouse.
As soon as they reached the door of the kitchen, a police officer hurried over and said without even taking a breath: "Captain Yuan, Forensic Doctor Meng, the head of the deceased has been found." (Remember the website address of this website. £ºwww.hlnovel.com