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

What happened in these 24 hours? Who is the murderer?

A room full of people sat together smoking, not knowing what to say.

"When did Feng Yingcai die? Did he die on the night of the 20th when he returned home, or did he die on the night of the 21st?" Wang Longxin asked distressedly. He really couldn't figure it out.

I have been investigating a case for several days, but I still can't even figure out the time when the crime occurred.

Ye Lin frowned. Sometimes he was not afraid of the hard work of investigating a case, but he was afraid that the case would suddenly get stuck.

Now that the clues are completely cut off, who else has contact with Feng Yingcai?

And what Wang Longxin just said, when exactly did he die?

When he couldn't find the answer, Ye Lin liked to look through the materials and confessions again.

Although Ye Lin went to Aunt Liu's home to understand the situation after the incident, the subsequent confession was made by a colleague alone.

On the night of the 21st, neither Aunt Liu nor Uncle Jin heard any noise. Only one neighbor mentioned hearing the sound of a door closing, but it was hard to say whether the sound was from Feng Yingcai or the murderer.

On the evening of the 22nd, around o'clock, when the family was having dinner, they heard the sound of a door closing next door.

In other words, at around 22 o'clock in the evening on the nd, Feng Yingcai was already dead, so the person who came out could only be the murderer.

Ye Lin turned to the confession of Aunt Liu's son again, which mentioned something. He looked back and saw no human figure, only a box.

It is very likely that the murderer used it to transport Feng Yingcai's head away.

It’s a pity that the surveillance camera in Qinghe Community did not capture the murderer, otherwise the case would be easier to handle.

After reading for a long time, Ye Lin noticed a point mentioned in Aunt Liu's confession: Feng Yingcai basically did not use the kitchen and mostly ate takeout.

He remembered a detail: on the morning of the 22nd, when Aunt Liu was stewing soup, she went to knock on the door because Feng Yingcai's garbage was too smelly.

Based on what he saw at Feng Yingcai's home, this bag of garbage was most likely takeout.

Thinking of this, Ye Lin picked up the phone and contacted Mr. Jin.

"Uncle Jin, let me ask you something. Do you remember what was in that pile of garbage when you helped Feng Yingcai take it out?"

Mr. Jin on the other end of the phone was very happy about Ye Lin's call and said excitedly: "Captain Ye, I have been reminiscing these days, just afraid that you would ask me at any time. I didn't expect you to really ask me."

"It's garbage, right? I really recalled it. It was all leftover takeout. It smelled really bad. I think there was even a box of spicy hot pot or something."

"Well, I can't remember the rest. I'm old." Grandpa Jin tried hard to recall.

Ye Lin smiled. This Mr. Jin was quite funny and a kind-hearted man.

"How about it, Captain Ye, are these useful?"

"It's useful. Very useful. You're still as sharp as ever." Ye Lin complimented.

Uncle Jin was laughing happily on the phone, which made Ye Lin feel as if he wanted to solve the case even more.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Lin already had an idea in his mind. Since Feng Yingcai liked to order takeout, he would check whether he ordered takeout on the night of the 20th and the 21st to determine the time of death.

He asked Qi Shan and Wang Longxin to help check Feng Yingcai's takeaway account. By searching the mobile phone number, they indeed found a takeaway information.

On the evening of the 20th, around midnight, he ordered a takeaway: a box of fried noodles and a plate of fried snails.

In terms of portion size, one bowl of fried noodles and a plate of snails are the amount for one person, which means that on the evening of the 20th, Feng Yingcai should have ordered a takeaway for himself.

This was an important clue. Ye Lin wrote down the delivery man’s number and called him, hoping that he would come over.

"Comrade police, I don't have time. It's almost noon and I have to deliver orders." The delivery man didn't want to come at all. Lunch orders start at 11 o'clock. He wants to make money and doesn't care whether you cooperate or not.

"Then where are you? I can come to find you." Ye Lin didn't have any compulsory methods for these delivery riders.

They are just taking orders and making money, it has nothing to do with you police officers.

"Comrade police officer, I'm a delivery man, how do I know where I will be? I'll go wherever there is an order. I won't talk to you anymore, I have to grab the order." Having said that, the guy wanted to hang up the phone.

Ye Lin really couldn't do anything about him, so he hurriedly said, "I'll give you 200. If you come over, it will be considered as providing clues. It's better than delivering food."

"200? Are you serious?"

"real."

"Okay then, which police station are you from? I'll be right over. Give me the money first."

I have to say that the delivery man is very professional. In just over ten minutes, a delivery man in yellow rushed in.

"Who is Officer Ye?" the delivery man shouted as he came in, without any psychological burden at all because it was a police station.

Maybe for their profession, there are too many places to go.

"Here." Ye Lin waved.

The delivery man looked to be in his 40s. He was dressed in standard delivery man attire and had a dark face. It was obvious that he was a delivery man all year round.

"Hey, boss, I'm here. Here's the money, is it..." the guy said as he stretched out his hand.

Ye Lin slapped his hand away, then took out 200 yuan and put it on the table, "Come on, answer a few questions for me, and the money will be yours."

"No problem, boss. Just ask me anything. I can answer whether I know or not." The delivery boy said with a smile.

Ye Lin's expression became serious, and he said sternly: "The question I'm going to ask now concerns human life, I hope you can answer it honestly."

"Ah? A murder case." The delivery guy looked embarrassed.

"Whether it's a murder or not is none of your business. Just answer the questions well."

Ye Lin took out a takeout order from his pocket and put it on the table, "Is this order from you?"

The delivery man took the order, looked at it, and nodded. "It's my name."

"Then do you remember whether you saw this person in person when you delivered the package?" Ye Lin pointed to the recipient's location.

"How could I remember that, officer? I deliver dozens of orders a day. It's been several days. How could I remember?" said the delivery guy perfunctorily.

Ye Lin saw it at a glance, but after hearing that it was a murder case, he was a little reluctant to talk about it.

He silently placed his hand on the 200 yuan bill and looked at the delivery boy.

The young man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ye Lin in embarrassment, and finally sighed, "Let me think about it."

"This is the order for the 20th. It's really been a while." The young man said as he was about to take out his cell phone.