Luo Dong shook Mr. Han Ye hard. After a while, he came to his senses and swallowed the warm water handed over by the agent. After calming down for a while, Han Ye seemed to realize that he had lost his mouth and shouldn't have said it.

He stared at everyone with a silent eyes wide open.

"What happened? What was stolen? Money? Or jewelry?"

"No! No! No! That thing is worthless!"

"But you kept shouting: It's over! It's bankrupt, you can't survive!"

"Oh? Have I said these things? I can't remember them at all! Maybe it was too shocked, I don't remember anything now... No, no! That's not jewelry... nor money...

Not worth a penny at all... It's useless to others... But it will be troublesome if I lose it. Really... those things are crucial to me and useless to others. I didn't lie

!”

Han Ye seemed very regretful that he had just shouted something he shouldn't have said, and tried his best to cover it up. His pale face kept falling from sweat.

Seeing this, Shirakang sneered secretly.

"You just say that this thing is very unimportant, so we can't help. You have to tell us what you lost?" asked investigator Luo Dong.

"Oh...yes, it's a small pocket!"

"Just talking about this is not possible. You have to tell us what it looks, color or characteristics."

"That...is a gray pocket!"

"What is it in it? Since it is not gold, silver and jewelry, it must be a confidential document?"

"Yes. But to outsiders, it's no different from garbage."

"I understand. Go to the room and sleep for a while and stabilize your mood! We will definitely find ways to find that pocket for you."

Luo Dong also found that Han Ye had told him a lie, and he thought to himself: Even if you continue to ask, there will be no result. The most important thing now is to retrieve the gray cloth bag and all the mystery will be solved.

While wiping away the sweat from his forehead, Han Ye walked towards the bedroom. Luo Dong ordered the prosecutor of Feng Lin to search the room carefully, but found that there was a small box in the basement, but it was empty.

Luo Dong returned to Mingyue Villa again and asked Han Ji if he had seen a gray pocket. Han Ji shook his head hard and denied it.

Bailang asked, "Miss Han Ji, this morning, after you said that the murderer attacked your sister, he picked up an object from the ground and ran away in a panic. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Is that a cloth bag?"

"I don't know...it seems a little white, and he put it in his clothes while running."

"Later, he was shot dead by Ke Jinliang?"

"Yes."

Bai Lang thought to himself: "Han Ye must have taken out the banknotes from that small suitcase, put them in a gray pocket, and hid them properly in a corner. But why did the gray pocket be thrown in the yard?

?Also, although the gangster named Shen Hanlin picked up his pocket, he did not find it on him. This is incredible!"

Luo Dong called Uncle Li, the old servant who helped Ke Jinliang move the dead body, to interrogate him. According to him, he did not see any gray cloth bag.

Uncle Li is a very reliable old man and he will not lie.

Why did the gray pockets containing a huge sum of 800,000 to 900,000 francs disappear in one thought? Bailang fell into thought. After a long silence, Bailang finally broke the silence:

"I think the general situation of the matter may be like this. First, Chen Hanlin secretly came to Ziling Villa. When he found the gray pocket, he suddenly noticed that the sky had turned white. Because he could not escape, he He had to stay honestly in the room, but he couldn't hide it all the time. Therefore, at noon, he flipped out of the window and jumped into the yard.

"At this moment, Han Yan came to the lake. When she went to untie the ropes of the boat, she saw Chen Hanlin and screamed loudly. He had to hold Han Yan's throat to prevent her from calling for help again, but he didn't expect to use force Too many mistakes strangled Han Yan to death. At the critical moment, Chen Hanlin picked up the necklace that fell on the ground and slipped away in a hurry. At this moment, the gray pocket stuffed into the clothes fell out. He picked it up in a hurry and then ran away. When he arrived at the vegetable field, Ke Jinliang shot him to death.”

"Well, your words sound very reasonable... But why didn't the security guard find that gray pocket on him? Also, who had twitched his hands and feet on the ladder and sawed off three-quarters of the pillars? Why did he What to do? These two details still cannot be solved."

"I don't know either." Shiraro said lightly.

The two returned to Mingyue Villa silently. The prosecutor Feng Lin and Yang Haoran were talking, and their expressions were very serious.

"Mr. Feng, have you discovered any new situation?"

"No! Nothing was found. I once went to the hospital to see the injured Ke Jinliang. He told me that the gangster who attacked him might have been hiding in the nearby grass and waiting for him, because the gangster suddenly jumped from the lake. Out."

"Is it confirmed that the weapon that cut his neck was a dagger?"

"The doctor said that the analysis from the wound should be killed by a sharp short sword, but when he went to the crime scene, he did not find such a weapon."

"Is there anything new to another person who was attacked, that young man with an artist's temperament?"

"Nothing was discovered, but there was something incredible."

"What's the matter?"

"The young man visited Ruixiang Villa before being attacked last night."

"It's so weird! Yesterday, because Miss Han Yan was killed, the security guards had already put martial law at the gate during the day, and no idle people were allowed to enter. How could he go to Ruixiang Villa?"

"When Mr. Yang Haoran entered the villa, he was also allowed to cross the martial law line together."

"Yang Haoran, is it true?"

"No, I didn't pay attention."

"But several people found you and him entering the yard one after another."

"After hearing the news of Miss Han Yan's murder, I was shocked and rushed to the gate to ask the agent to allow me to enter. At that time, I didn't notice any young man next to me."

"What you mean is that you haven't seen that tall and strong artist?" Luo Dong asked.

"Yes, I didn't see it! No, maybe I saw it but didn't care. Because there was such a big mess, my head was dizzy, so I couldn't pay attention to whether there were anyone else around me."

"It's not your fault! Do you live in Mr. Zhou's house?"

"Yes. Mr. Zhou hired me to decorate his new home, so I lived in the small house on the left side of the gate of Ruixiang Villa. In the room on the right side of the room lived a gardener who was guarding the door."

"According to the words of the gardener, you sat on the chair in the door for a while yesterday, is that right?"

"Not bad. Yesterday, I had dinner with two ladies from Mingyue Villa, and Ke Jinliang was there. After the meal, I talked with them for a while. Later, I said goodbye in advance due to work reasons. After I got home, I got home.

Sitting on the bench, smoking a cigarette.”

"It is said that you were with a young man at that time, and that person had looked for you several times before. He is the young artist who is now the focus of people."

The prosecutor said without any relaxation.

Bai Lang was about to speak, but the prosecutor stopped him.

"The gardener identified the young man, and the gardener recognized him as the artist he had looked for you several times before."
Chapter completed!