Wang Gang paused: "But every Thursday and Friday, Qin Xiaoyu does not go out of school."

"Didn't leave school?"

"Yes," Wang Gang opened another video: "This is the surveillance video at the entrance of the No. 3 teaching building of the Art Institute. Qin Xiaoyu comes to this teaching building every time."

Teaching building?

Everyone was slightly surprised.

Going to the teaching building in the middle of the night?

Study?

"Did the surveillance video of the teaching building capture which classroom Qin Xiaoyu went to?"

Chen Yan seemed to have a guess.

"802!"

Classroom 802?

Chen Yan turned around suddenly and looked at a name on the case analysis board.

Jia Xinyi!

Jia Xinyi’s studio is in Classroom 802, Teaching Building No. 3!

A female college student has to go to her professor's studio at a fixed time every week, and after 10 p.m.

What to do?

Learn to draw?

Give me a break.

"Wang Gang, are there any clues about the deceased's chat software?"

When Wang Gang heard Chen Yan's words, he was slightly stunned and handed over a stack of paper: "Captain, these are the WeChat chat records that the deceased used before his death. The other party didn't use the QQ software very much. There is no information in the past two years."

"I've read it all, just the chat records with my classmates and family members. There are no unusual clues."

No clue?

boom!

While Chen Yan was thinking, the office door was opened again.

It's Luan Ping.
Chapter completed!