As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

"No, boss, such a disgusting thing." Wang Longxin said with a sad face.

"I see that you don't feel uncomfortable chewing chicken feet. What are you afraid of?" Yu Haifeng said.

Wang Longxin looked at the chicken feet in his hand and suddenly felt that they were not so fragrant.

"I want to wait until Aunt Liu and the others are discharged from the hospital, then go to the scene to look for some inspiration."

[September 9, the third day after the incident]

After staying for a day, Aunt Liu really didn't want to stay there anymore because it cost money and she couldn't leave her home anymore, so she went through the discharge procedures and left.

Ye Lin also followed them back to Qinghe Community. He wanted Aunt Liu to tell him the details again.

Aunt Liu felt so upset when she saw the leftovers and the pile of things that had not been cleaned up at home.

While packing, he briefly talked to Ye Lin.

"Well, after I came back in the morning, I washed it in the kitchen, and then put it in the pot and started stewing it." Aunt Liu said, pointing to the stove.

"After that, I sat at the door and watched the fire. The stove in our house is not very good. Sometimes a gust of wind would blow out the fire."

Ye Lin took a pen and began to record, "You arrived home at 8 o'clock, washed the things, and should have started stewing the soup around 8:. What time did it end?"

"Let's stew it until we're done with lunch. We'll just have some cold dishes for lunch. The fire has never been turned off because I've always been here." Aunt Liu said.

"What about the afternoon? Did you go out in the afternoon?"

"Not in the afternoon. I still have to clean up the house. You can see how messy the house is. I will definitely clean it up when my son and his family come over."

"The old man didn't do anything, so I had to do it all by myself. I didn't get to rest until about 4pm."

Aunt Liu said this while washing the dishes.

"Then your son and his friends arrived around 6 o'clock and started eating, right?"

"Yeah. I prepared a few more side dishes before they came. They were in the kitchen the whole time so no one could have come in and put them there. It must have been the duck seller who put them there."

Aunt Liu said unhappily, "I will go find them later and ask them for compensation."

"We've been to the market and checked the surveillance footage. There's nothing wrong with it. It wasn't put there in the market." Ye Lin quickly dispelled the old lady's idea.

"Who else could it be but them? I have been at home all the time and have never gone out," said Aunt Liu.

"Let me ask you, do you have any grudges with anyone in the community? Or does anyone have a grudge against you, or a financial dispute or something like that?"

Aunt Liu thought about it and shook her head. "We have lived together for so many years. We are just two old people. What kind of hatred could there be?"

"At most, I'd say the guy next door is so unhygienic, he doesn't even take out the trash, it stinks."

"It was my old man who helped him pour it the day before yesterday."

"Look, the soup left by this garbage is still here, and it's going to attract a lot of flies and bugs."

Aunt Liu pointed to a room next door. The door was closed and there was a stain at the entrance, the kind that had seeped out of garbage.

Ye Lin took a look and saw that with four households per floor, there were bound to be many neighborhood disputes. There were also issues such as the shoe cabinets in the hallway, so there must have been many arguments.

"I'll wash the dishes first, you continue watching."

Ye Lin looked at the kitchen. With Aunt Liu standing there alone, there was no room for a second person. It would be impossible for someone to come in and throw a finger in.

So is it true that it was put in during transportation?

Aunt Liu lit the gas stove and planned to boil a pot of hot water to wash the dishes. They were too greasy and cold water couldn't wash them clean.

The flame was burning at the bottom of the pot. A gust of wind blew in from outside the window, the flame trembled, and then went out in an instant.

"This damn stove is just too old." Aunt Liu complained and lit the gas stove again.

"Then why don't you close the window?" Ye Lin pointed to the window.

"If we close the windows and there's a gas leak, we'll be poisoned to death. I've seen this on TV," said Aunt Liu.

Well, he had been taught a lesson, Ye Lin shook his head helplessly.

"If you don't close the window, the smell from the kitchen opposite will come in." Ye Lin looked outside. The place opposite should also be a kitchen.

"That's not his kitchen, it's a small bedroom. He's a bachelor and doesn't cook much. The kitchen is just a decoration. He's very lazy." Aunt Liu said casually.

"Bedroom? Doesn't that mean he can't open the window? There's so much smoke here?"

It was also the first time that Ye Lin saw a house of this layout.

"Alas, these are all old houses. I didn't care so much before. I was happy to have a house to live in."

"His window is usually closed."

Ye Lin looked at the distance and said jokingly, "It's so close. If he stretches out his hand, he can probably grab your vegetables."

Aunt Liu stopped and turned to Ye Lin and said, "You know what, this guy really did it before. He stole my meat, but he didn't dare to do it again after I scolded him."

"I have actually done it." Ye Lin said with a smile.

He looked at the window opposite and suddenly had a strange feeling in his mind. Could it be?

"Auntie, do you cover the soup with the lid or take it off?" Ye Lin asked.

"Well, you have to take off the lid at the beginning, and then cover it again when you want the food to absorb the flavor." Aunt Liu explained in detail.

"And did you ever leave the kitchen with the lid open?"

"Ah? When the lid was open?" Aunt Liu stopped what she was doing and thought about it.

"I don't remember." said Aunt Liu.

"Do you remember?" She looked at the old man.

"It was when you went to knock on the door, and then I went to take out the trash." Uncle Jin remembered it.

"Knock on the door? Knock on which door?" Ye Lin asked.

"It's Feng Yingcai next door. The garbage at the door is not taken out, and the smell is so strong that it ruined the taste of my old duck soup."

"Then I'll knock on the door and ask him to take out the trash, but he probably knows I'm going to scold him, so he won't open the door."

“Finally, my old man couldn’t stand it anymore, so he went to help him take out the trash.”

Ye Lin pondered for a while, "That means you left the kitchen for a while, right?"

"Yes, just for a little while."

"But I was at the door and could see people. No one had entered my house at that time, and the old man was there too," Aunt Liu explained.

"If this finger was sent from next door through the window, do you think it is possible?" Ye Lin said seriously.

"Next door? Feng Yingcai?"

"That damn bastard, turns out to be him. I'll kill him." Ye Lin just made a guess, and Aunt Liu rushed out like a mad lion.