"Xu Jing, female, 27 years old, married, was killed at Yese Hotel from 9 to 11 pm on September 16."

"The deceased was unemployed, had simple social relations, did not go out often, and had almost no communication with outsiders except her husband."

"As for her husband Wang Yu..."

Yingqian bit the silver cake fork and asked vaguely:

"What does he do?"

"Working in finance at a multinational trading company."

Ying Zhan was flipping through the file, and his peripheral vision glanced at the milky cream stained on the corners of Ying Qian's lips, but his fingertips paused slightly.

Yingqian didn't pay attention either.

Continue to cut a small piece of cream cake, bring it to your mouth and take a small bite.

There is an assistant who has the ability to make money.

It’s just cool!

"He looks like he has both money and no money."

Slapping away Huo Wu's hand that stole the cake, Yingqian licked the remaining marks from the corners of her lips and murmured:

"Live in an ordinary community with the highest-end decoration..."

The scarlet tongue tip flashed past his sight.

It's like a blazing fire.

Ying Zhan immediately avoided sight and never looked at Ying Qian again.

Ji Chiyu took out a coarse linen handkerchief, avoided Yingqian's hand that wanted to take it, and personally wiped off the remaining cream from the corners of her lips.

They were sitting together.

At this time, he took the initiative to come closer.

The aura that uniquely belonged to Ji Chiyu immediately occupied Yingqian's entire space.

Although it smells good.

But it's still a bit awkward.

Ying Qian cleared her throat and took a few glances at Ji Chiyu's handsome profile, unable to think about anything else.

Male lust...

Sure enough, something went wrong!

Yingqian is still distracted.

Ji Chiyu had naturally retracted his hand, folded the handkerchief, and said softly:

"If there's anything that concerns you, you can tell me."

"Right!"

Yingqian's eyes lit up.

He quickly pulled out the photos from the album and sent them to Ji Chiyu.

"I took these pictures at his home. They are all decorations. I don't understand them. Can you help me see if they are real or fake? Are they valuable?"

She took the initiative and leaned over.

His whole body was almost stuck to Ji Chiyu's body.

Huo Wu originally wanted to follow him and have a look.

But as soon as he took a step forward, Ji Chiyu glanced in his direction.

Don't know why.

Huo Wu felt a subtle chill.

He changed his steps inexplicably.

Walked to Ying Zhan's side.

The photos were flipped through one by one.

Yingqian saw it with his own eyes and didn't pay attention anymore. Instead, he stared at Ji Chiyu's face.

This man's skin is really good.

So close.

I can't even find any pores.

Yingqian thought about the dark circles on her face and suddenly felt envious.

After flipping through the last photo, Ji Chiyu immediately said:

"They are genuine, but they are not expensive. The price of that painting in the world should be between 30,000 and 50,000 yuan. The vase and the like are cheaper, about a few thousand yuan."

"Does a vase cost several thousand?" Huo Wu's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "What brand is it?"

"It can be seen that the craftsmen are from Italy, but they are not very famous, so..."

Ji Chiyu chuckled and shook his head.

Yingqian and Huo Wu fell into silence at the same time.

They all understand.

Thousands of dollars like this is not something that can be bought and sold in U.S. dollars.

Ji Chiyu looks down upon him.

Of course, I don’t know much about it.

"It seems that Wang Yu is not too rich."

Huo Wu sighed.

He glanced at the watch on Ji Chiyu's wrist, secretly wanting to touch it.

"Why would he buy these expensive paintings, vases and things like that?"

Yingqian held her chin with one hand, a trace of thought flashing in her eyes.

"Can his salary income support this kind of consumption?"

Huo Wu raised his hand, "Maybe it's waiting for appreciation?"

"These things have no room for appreciation."

Ji Chiyu shook his head, paused, and then said:

"I went upstairs to ask the neighbors before. They all said that Xu Jing rarely went out and never saw her dressed up. However, Wang Yu often came home late. I could hear the noise coming from their house. It seemed that the relationship between husband and wife was not good.

It’s quite harmonious.”

"The husband and wife are not harmonious, but Xu Jing still focuses on her family. Why is this? Is it true love?"

Huo Wu wrote a question mark on his face.

While Ying Qian was frowning and thinking, he secretly took the remaining cake and took a delicious bite.

He is a forensic doctor.

Of course there is no need to use your brain along with it.

Just two discussions together is considered extra overtime.

"The decoration of their house is not right either. Every other place is very high-end, except for the kitchen, even the wall coverings have fallen off."

Ying Qian glanced at Huo Wu, snatched the cake back, and said:

"I think Wang Yu didn't care about his wife as much as we thought."

As soon as I took a bite of the cake, it was taken away again.

Huo Wu felt aggrieved.

Huo Wu didn't dare to say.

He sniffed, squatted next to Yingqian like a puppy, and whispered:

"The financial situation is weird and there are problems in the relationship between husband and wife. This Wang Yu is very suspicious."

"But he has an alibi, and the murderer you saw is very different in size from Wang Yu."

Ying Zhan finally spoke.

He also realized Wang Yu's weirdness.

But he still said:

"The information you found can only show that they are not getting along as a couple, but cannot prove that Wang Yu is the murderer."

"It's really troublesome."
To be continued...