Although they had long expected that Li Yundong would be a difficult character to deal with, at this moment, everyone still had a headache.

"Team Lu, let's search Li Yundong's home and his locker in the hospital. We can't find the murder weapon or the deceased's head anywhere. It could only be that he hid it."

Chen Jin's face was as wrinkled as an old bitter gourd. He scratched his head angrily, then spread his palms with a sad face: "Liant Lu, Sister Wei, look at it, I've lost a lot of hair. This case hasn't happened yet."

Damn it, I’m going to be bald first.”

By then, his wife should stop letting him hug her.

Lu Jingming shook his head with a cold face: "Impossible."

Because he was too concise and concise, Chen Jin didn't know whether he was saying that the murder weapon and head could not be in Li Yundong's house, or whether he was saying that his head could not be bald.

Wei Qingsong said with deep conviction: "It is indeed impossible. From the perspective of behavioral psychology, Li Yundong is a meticulous person. It is absolutely impossible for him to leave the murder weapon and head in his home like this, let alone him at home.

His wife, and the lockers in the hospital are not safe, and it is impossible to be in a place where it can be easily discovered."

Although Chen Jin, Xiao Song and others couldn't understand what he heard, they felt it was very powerful for some reason, and they all looked at Wei Qingsong with admiration.

After reacting for a while, Chen Jincai suddenly looked at Lu Jingming, a little confused: "Liant Lu, don't you believe in psychology?"

Why is it that Wei Qingsong and Lu Jingming are jointly leading the investigation of this case?

Who said he didn't need help from a psychologist in the first place?

Lu Jingming glanced at him lightly, and rarely opened his mouth to explain: "The judgment I made is not a belief in criminal psychology, but a conclusion based on the experience accumulated in handling cases and life, as well as rigorous logical analysis."

Chen Jin had an expression on his face that he had seen through but refused to tell: "Oh, that's it."

Lu Jingming: "..."

Anyway, what he said has already reached this point. Believe it or not, you are free to test it out with your own mind.

Wei Qingsong's lips raised slightly, and the corners of his eyes and brows revealed a smile.

Xiao Song, who had been thinking hard, suddenly looked horrified and said: "If you put it this way, would the murder weapon and the deceased's head be thrown into the sea? Or be completely destroyed? That's why he did it so easily

I'm sure we can't find any evidence."

Wei Qingsong's smile faded slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, he sighed, and spoke after a while: "We cannot rule out this possibility. There was about three days between the forensic doctor's judgment of Yang Yan's death time and the time when her body was dumped. During these three days,

, he is probably eliminating evidence."

"Ah..." Xiao Song lowered his head in deep frustration.

"There is no need to worry so much. Yan Guo leaves traces. As long as he does it, he will always leave traces. There is no perfect crime in this world. Everyone calm down and continue to investigate and search, and evidence will always be found."

Wei Qingsong spoke with the utmost gentleness. Her voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it was always easy for people to be soothed by her voice as gentle as the spring breeze.

Chen Jin, Xiao Song and other police officers couldn't help but get excited.

"Sister Wei is right, there are still 24 hours, we will definitely find evidence."

"Yes, at worst, if we conduct a carpet search inch by inch, I don't believe we can't find any evidence."

Lu Jingming suddenly spoke with a cold voice: "Shut up, it's very noisy."

The conference room that was still chattering just now fell silent at this moment.

He glanced at everyone with a cold gaze.

"How are you going to look for it? Running around like headless flies?" His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it carried a kind of coercion.

The police officers looked at each other, and no one dared to answer.

I don't know how to answer either.

Yes, where to look for it? If we really need to search all over the place, how much manpower and material resources will be spent and time will be wasted? Is 24 hours really enough?

After a long silence, Lu Jingming said in a deep voice: "We have always ignored the most important issue, and that is the crime scene."

Yang Yan's workplace was the Central Hospital, and she lived in Hongfu Community, No. 433 Baiyang Road, south of the city. The place where her body was dumped was Tianmen Bridge.

So where would she have been killed?

The police have never been able to find the scene where Yang Yan was murdered.

"First of all, exclude Li Yundong's family. His wife is still at home. He would not be stupid enough to invite Yang Yan to his home, let alone kill Yang Yan at home." Wei Qingsong said first.

"It's not Yang Yan's house. When I was investigating Yang Yan, I went to her rental house and there was no blood reaction in her house." Xiao Song tentatively raised his hand to express his opinion.

"Where could that be?" Chen Jin couldn't figure it out.

"Let's check if there are any other properties under Li Yundong or Yang Yan's name, as well as the B&Bs and love hotels in Tangzhou, and list them as key targets of investigation to see if there are any traces of their residence registration." Lu Jingming quickly made arrangements.

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Wei Qingsong understood what he meant and nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, if they are a pair of underground lovers, then they must have a place where they often have private meetings. When Yang Yan died, she was wearing something like this

She’s pretty, she’s most likely going to go on an appointment.”

The Tangzhou Municipal Bureau quickly issued a document and cooperated with the police stations in each jurisdiction to conduct an investigation of hotels and B&Bs in the city.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There are 21 hours left.

Wei Qingsong came to the interrogation room.

Li Yundong is temporarily detained here. If no evidence of murder is found within 24 hours, he will be released without charge.

He looked sleepy and sat crookedly on his chair.

When Wei Qingsong opened the door and came in, he was still playfully pretending to be submissive.

"Police officer... I, I was wronged, I don't know anything."

After saying this, he laughed with great disdain.

However, Wei Qingsong's expression was always calm, without any disturbance, and calm.

Li Yundong then sat up straight, his expression a little unsightly.

His provocation was ignored by Wei Qingsong, which obviously made him a little unhappy.

Wei Qingsong pulled out his chair nonchalantly, and the harsh "stab" sound made Li Yundong frown.

She sat down gracefully but said nothing.

Li Yundong was the first to break the silence: "What are you doing here? You can't find any evidence and you want to torture yourself to extract a confession?"

"Why are you so nervous? I'm just sitting here casually." Wei Qingsong smiled calmly.

Li Yundong frowned slightly and said in a stiff tone: "I'm not nervous."

"Okay." Wei Qingsong shrugged nonchalantly and didn't want to refute him. She asked casually, "It's been three hours and you haven't drank any water, right? Are you thirsty?"

"No." Li Yundong seemed not to say anything more.

"Oh." Wei Qingsong raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and took out a can of ice-cold Coke from his pocket.

In front of Li Yundong, "GuluGulu" drank it all.

Li Yundong couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

Wei Qingsong smiled at him, turned around and walked out of the interrogation room. Within five minutes, she walked in again carrying a large teapot.
Chapter completed!