"Haha! Auntie, it's you! I was shocked." After Song Bingning saw the person coming clearly, she raised a pleasing smile.

"Didn't you say it? I don't have the answer you want here. Also, why are you doing lying on my son's car?" The old lady scolded Song Bingning in displeasure, as if she was particularly unwilling to see her again.

"So, this car belongs to your son! That's easy." Song Bingning asked with a happy smile as if she didn't feel the other person's indifference. She felt that she really had no time to get it.

"Why!" A trace of panic flashed through the old lady's eyes, but Song Bingning didn't notice it.

"I just saw it. Your son's car is equipped with a dash cam, so I wondered if he could lend the black box inside. Our police looked at it." Song Bingning directly expressed his purpose, for fear that the old lady would run away again after a disagreement.

"I'm sorry! My son is very busy and has nothing to do with this matter, so don't expect it." After the old lady said that, she turned around and was about to leave, but she never thought that Song Bingning stepped forward and easily grabbed her wrist.

"Auntie, wait, I know your son has nothing to do with this matter, but as a citizen, he has the obligation to cooperate with our police in handling the case." The more he did this, the more Song Bingning felt that she had a problem.

"What can he cooperate with you if he doesn't live here?" The old lady pulled back her hand vigorously and scolded Song Bingning loudly.

"What? He doesn't live here!" Song Bingning was a little disappointed. If this happens, the clues will be cut off again.

"He has his own house, so it's normal not to live here. What's so strange about it!" The old lady said, turning around to the stairs decisively. This time, Song Bingning never held her back again, but still asked more questions.

"Auntie, has your son been back in the days of the incident?" Song Bingning followed up with two steps forward and asked without giving up.

"No, my son is busy?" The old lady responded without looking back. Then, a 'clang' sound of closing the door was heard. It can be seen that the old lady's home is on the second floor.

Song Bingning subconsciously looked up and looked up. She just happened to collide with a man's eyes, but the other party quickly pulled the curtains and disappeared from her sight.

Could it be...

Song Bingning stared at the window in confusion and fell into deep thought. She felt that she wanted to find the reporter to sort out the case again.

I withdrew my gaze and turned around and left here. Perhaps, I just thought too much.

When she returned to the crime scene, the thin monkey hurriedly came over when she saw her.

"Captain Song, why are you here again?"

"Well! Are there any special discoveries?" Song Bingning stroked her hair that had fallen on her forehead at some point, and responded to him very tiredly.

"No." The skinny monkey shook his head in a disgusting manner, but suddenly remembered something, "But before that, there was a man who tried to come in."

"Oh! Is that true? Who is it? Is it related to the deceased?" Song Bingning became interested in hearing what he said.

"No, I just said that I was a neighbor in a community, and I was curious and wanted to see it." The skinny monkey didn't take this seriously. After all, most Chinese people like this and prefer gossip and good things, so it's no wonder that such behavior is used to.

"Are you a man in his thirties who looks more gentle?" Song Bingning asked tentatively. If it is true, then this family is really suspicious.

"That's right, how did you know!" The thin monkey looked at her in surprise, but Song Bingning's reaction quickly turned around and went downstairs and ran towards the old lady's residence. But she was still one step late because the car that was originally parked there was no longer there.

Song Bingning bit her lip and punched her anger at the big tree beside her, extremely depressed.

He took a deep breath, looked at the surrounding buildings, then looked at the stairs, and walked in without hesitation.

According to the scene she had just seen, as soon as she reached the second floor, she pressed the door on the left side of the corridor.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction at all, which made her more sure that there must be some connection between them and the deceased.

Continue to press the doorbell hard for a long time, and he is very stubborn. Anyway, it is right if you don’t open the door and don’t leave.

"Why is it you again!" After a long time, the door was finally opened from the inside, and the old lady stared at Song Bingning with an angry look on her face.

"Sorry! I'm not asking for a routine matter now, but I have included you as the suspect." Song Bingning said, walking in directly, her bright eyes swept the bad situation inside.

"This police officer, what law has our family violated, so they are going to be labeled as a suspect." The old lady followed her closely and looked at her actions worriedly.

"What is your son's name? Where to work?" Song Bingning asked. From now on, she only asked questions and refused to answer.

"Why should I tell you?" The old lady curled her lips, but she was much more arrogant than Song Bingning.

"You don't tell me, but if I ask me to find out in person, then if I really make a mistake, the blame will be even greater." Song Bingning is really not a joke. After all, there is a saying called "Frankness, lenientness, resistance, strictness."

"I really don't know what you are talking about." The old lady sneered, but her eyes dodged a little, and she didn't dare to look directly at Song Bingning.

"No, you know, if I guess correctly, you must have something to do with the deceased family, or there is a practical contact between your son and them." Song Bingning stretched out his hand, picked up the photo on the shelf next to him and looked at it. It was this man. Although he had just glanced at it, he instantly remembered his appearance.

"Do you police officers handle cases like this? Once you can't find out, you'll bring innocent people to be scapegoats." The old lady had a calm expression on her face, but her legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Chapter completed!