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After Yu Xiyue's parents arrived, the atmosphere on the scene was not only heavy, but also sad.

Ordinary crying, even crying loudly, is completely different from the heart-piercing cry of losing a loved one.

The old woman kept calling her daughter's name in front of the corpse, but she could never sit up and call her mother again.

She almost fainted from crying, and even thought of slamming her head against a pillar on the side, trying to end her life, but she was caught by the police on the side.

The interrogation work at the scene is still proceeding in an orderly manner, and the arrival of Yu Xiyue's parents only added a little weight to the already heavy atmosphere.

Ye Fan and President Li came to the living room of the village chief’s house, sitting behind a grid screen, listening to Xu Ju’s interrogation of Zhao Laoliu, which can be regarded as an observer.

President Li also wanted to chat with Ye Fan for a while, but now that this kind of thing happened, no one would be in a good mood, and naturally there would not be too many words.

Tang Xue also stood by Ye Fan's side, fulfilling her responsibility as her bodyguard, after all, her father's order was to let her defend Ye Fan's safety.

Here at this time, Zhao Laoliu, an honest man who had always given a dull image, also kept his own style when facing the interrogation.

He said he didn't know how his son died, and he explained that when he first came back from the ground, he saw his son lying on the ground silently, so he thought his son died of illness.

Ye Fan sneered beside him. If the audio were played at this time, what expression would Zhao Laoliu look like at this time?

When Ye Fan first saw Zhao Laoliu, he was still in the mourning hall, and he sat on a bench with his wife.

The painting style of the two people is like a faded black and white photo. If this photo is posted on the Internet, it will definitely arouse a lot of sympathy from the Virgin.

They are so pitiful, just forget the abduction of women, understandable, they look so pitiful.

However, Ye Fan now feels more and more interesting. A dull and honest man who looks so real can say "You can't plant it, I will plant it".

I don't know if the honest man's heart is so bad, or he himself is used to putting this dress on himself.

"You just said that when you came back from the ground at noon, you saw your son died on the bed?" Xu Ju asked.

"Yes."

"Well, according to the villagers' confession, it was raining that day. What did you go to the fields on a rainy day? Also, did you call other villagers to help you take care of your son's funeral at night?

So what are you doing this half day? "There is a pile of materials that had just been sorted out next to Xu Ju. He just glanced at it, and he knew some details.

To be honest, he is indeed a professional criminal investigation person. Ye Fan is still a lot worse than him. If the other party wants to conceal it, even Ye Fan will be fine, unless he uses simple and rude methods.

"This..." Zhao Laoliu was also speechless at this time, and replied vaguely: "I don't remember clearly, I am always confused."

"Okay, don't you see the location of the wound on the back of your son's head?"

"No." Zhao Laoliu shook his head again, and said, "I didn't see it."

Xu Ju also lit a cigarette. This is not the interrogation room of the police station, so it is natural to be free. At this time, Ye Fan looked at the subtle expression on Xu Ju’s face and Xu Ju had already concluded that Zhao Laoliu was the murderer. .

An experienced criminal policeman is great here. Even if you are vague and wrangling with him, even if you are perfunctory, then he can still find the information he wants from simple to unnutritious conversations.

This is the experience of the police, and it can be regarded as the sixth sense of criminal investigation. After determining that this person has a problem and determining the target, then all the following investigations have a direction.

And more importantly, not only the death of Zhao Laoliu's son, but also the death of Yu Xiyue can be used as a breakthrough for this matter.

Looking for a needle in a haystack to find the murderer, as well as identifying a murderer and then finding evidence to prove that he is the murderer, the workload and difficulty of the latter are obviously much lower than the former.

It's just that Xu Ju had determined that Zhao Laoliu was the target, so Ye Fan felt that the evidence of Zhao Laoliu's murder was found, or if Zhao Laoliu could not bear the pressure of the interrogation, it should only be a matter of time.

If the other party refuses to confess to death, then the recording evidence in Ye Fan's hand can be the last straw to crush the camel.

The people present, including President Li, Tang Xue, Wang Fugui and Wu Qi, and Cai Kun, were all watching the movie actor Zhao Laoliu acting.

Ye Fan walked out with a cigarette. When he was smoking outside, he happened to see Zhao Laoliu's wife sitting dumbly in the open-air chair obliquely, her name was Zhang Juan.

This woman's face is full of traces of vicissitudes, she should be not very old, she is about fifty years old, and even younger.

After all, the women here in the countryside all had children earlier, but they really looked like seven-year-olds, with gray hair and wrinkles on their faces.

Her son just died, and the girl who had spent a lot of money on the family's savings also died. Now her man is also regarded as a key suspect by the police.

No, in Ye Fan's view, Zhao Laoliu was the murderer. Whether it was a manslaughter or a deliberate murder, he was a murderer, and since one was killed, if one were to be killed, then it seemed not so difficult to understand.

A policeman had just made a transcript with her, and now the other party has gone back to the house to report to Xu Bureau, but Zhang Juan did not leave, and she did not go home. After all, there is no one at home.

Ye Fan sat down on the chair and looked at each other coldly, separated by a table from Zhang Juan.

The other party smiled cautiously at Ye Fan~www.NovelMTL.com~ In her eyes there is only fear and anxiety, but there is no such resentment, is it too late to resent? Or is she really just a poor and tragic woman?

"The transcript is ready?" Ye Fan spit out a smoke ring and looked at Zhang Juan.

"It's done, I have said everything that should be said, but my man really didn't kill, how could he kill his own child?" The other party immediately started crying and replied.

"What were you doing that day?" Ye Fan asked.

"I went to the ground with my man that day." Zhang Juan replied.

Ye Fan was also taken aback for a moment. This poor woman is still protecting her husband at this time? Protect her possibly only remaining family?

But who can protect that poor girl, the poor parents whose parents cried and turned into tears?

Ye Fan suddenly felt very bored. Everything in this village made him feel very uncomfortable. The people and the things inside were like muddy water in the sewer, not only dirty, but also smelly.