Chapter 1000 Give Orders

Zhuang Jia was also confused. She frowned and said, "Go fishing... and have a picnic? It's not a conflict. Sitting on a boat and fishing, eat something when you're thirsty and tired."

"But you didn't mention fishing at the beginning." Muzi looked at her seriously, "Why do you mention fishing now? Is it because you recalled some details in the story?"

Zhuang Jia looked confused, "I don't know..."

She really doesn't know. It is already a miracle that I can remember a little bit of a story I heard inadvertently a few years ago.

Mu Zi and Yu Yang left the detention center and got into the car.

"Fishing should be real." Mu Zi said, "Fishing is more reasonable. If it's just a picnic, it doesn't have to be on the river."

Yu Yang pondered, "If the murderer knows how to fish, the scope of the search can be narrowed down a lot."

Mu Zi said: "Not only can he fish, but he is also a fishing enthusiast and has his own boat. Think about it, the murderer chose that river twice in a row to commit crimes, which shows that he is very familiar with the surrounding environment and knows that there will be no fish there. Witnesses, he must often go fishing nearby!"

She pondered intently, and suddenly thought of another point: "That's right...he must have been fishing a lot, so he knew the habits of the six-bearded catfish. Maybe he had caught that big catfish before, and then released it. He knew the big catfish. There is a catfish in the river that is big enough to swallow the dead body, so it chooses to throw the dead body there!"

Mu Zi patted Yu Yang's shoulder beside him, and said, "Go and check the rosters of all the fishing clubs in this city to see if there are any people in the photos of Zhuang Jia's gatherings, usually anglers take a group photo when they catch big fish Take a memory, and then release it! If the murderer catches a big catfish, he will definitely be found in the club's album!"

Yu Yang nodded subconsciously.

After answering, I feel wrong, he is a prosecutor, and he is not her assistant!

Just as he was about to say something, Mu Zi was already calling Jiang Ci, with the same familiar commanding tone: "Jiang Ci, Yu Yang and I have a new discovery, the murderer is probably a fishing hobby Or... Yes, narrow down the scope of the search, are you still outside?...Okay, call me when you come back, and wait for your news."

After finishing speaking, I hung up the phone.

Yu Yang asked: "Is there any progress on Jiang Ci's side?"

"She is still going through the list one by one, and there is no new discovery for now." Mu Zi exhaled softly, "If the murderer can be caught, Zhuang Jia's charges can be dropped."

...

Jiang Ci put away her phone and knocked on the door in front of her.

A tall and muscular man opened the door, saw Jiang Ci and the policeman outside the door, frowned slightly, and looked at them in bewilderment.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are police officers from the Qingjiang City Police Station." Jiang Ci showed his work ID, "There is currently a case that I hope you can cooperate with the investigation. May I ask you a few questions?"

The man hesitated for a while, then turned to let Jiang Ci and another police officer enter the house.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

Jiang Ci took out a photo of a party. In the photo was a group photo of a group of people, including Zhuang Jia and the man in front of him.

"Know this girl?"

"...Yes, she is Zhuang Jia, and her mother is Shen Xinru. No one in the circle knows her."

"That's right. She heard some clues about the case at the party. It may be that when you were playing the story club, someone told a story about Feili. Do you have any impression of the name Feili?" Jiang Ci asked. .

The other party frowned in embarrassment, "The last time I had a meeting with her was several years ago, how could I remember..."

This answer was to be expected.

Jiang Ci handed him a business card: "Sorry for the trouble, if you think of any relevant information, please contact me."

Then leave with the police.

The man sent them to the door, "Ah... I remembered, someone did tell a story about Philip."

Jiang Ci stopped abruptly, turned around and asked him, "Who?"

"That's what Zhuang Jia said." The man replied.