The next morning, Jiang Yue still went to the special agency early. When she drove around, she thought of the "twenty years" that Quan Shaozheng said.

It doesn’t seem like a lie that Quan Shaozheng looks like he is lying, but twenty years ago she really couldn’t remember whether she knew Quan Shaozheng or not.

The memory of five years old is very vague.

Recently, there has been no case for their special mediation. Fang Weiwei and Meng Liangchao have both relaxed a lot and walked in with the special mediation.

Meng Liang had heavy dark circles, but not only did he not have any fatigue, but he was extremely excited.

"Everyone come and see my game friends."

Meng Liangchao opened the page of the chicken-eating game to show everyone, showing off his face, "It's all about fans who grew up last night, are they awesome?"

Jiang Yue was not interested in such a topic and entered the special mediation electronic file.

He Yao and Fang Weiwei leaned over, "So many friends apply, can you... your official black game system?"

Meng Liang was proudly flipping through his phone, "Tsk, am I that kind of person?"

Fang Weiwei gives him a look of who you are.

"Tell you, I matched a game anchor yesterday when I played the game. I played all night. The people who watched his live broadcast watched my mischief operation and became obsessed with me, and they all added my friends."

Fang Weiwei sighed, "You guy is so lucky, right? He actually matched the anchor."

He Yao looked at Meng Liangchao's phone, "These are all girls."

Meng Liangchao raised his eyebrows, "Yes, man, I won't agree to the friend's application."

As he said that, Meng Liangchao received a private message, someone invited him to play games.

"Look, this girl wants to form a team with me. Let me tell you, her voice is very coquettish, and my bones are so sniffed by my little brother's cry." Meng Liangchao looked obsessed with a look and clicked to agree to the team's application.

Fang Weiwei looked at him disgustedly, "Look at your virtue. I really hope that there is a rough man with a voice changer on the other side, who will not disgust you."

Meng Liangchao ignored Fang Weiwei and went to play with the girl happily.

Fang Weiwei was lying on the desk and putting on makeup. He Yao was watching the video. When the police station called, Jiang Yue was getting up and going to pick up a glass of water.

It was called by Lao Fu.

Another case was assigned to them for special mediation.

"I understand, send the information here, and we will hand over the case on the spot."

Jiang Yue hung up the phone, and Fang Weiwei looked at her with a resentful look on her face.

"Deputy Officer, we are about to celebrate the New Year, why are there still cases?"

He Yao also scratched his head irritably, "This year is uneasy again."

Meng Liangchao, who was taking his sister to eat chicken, wailed.

"The criminals do not separate holidays when committing crimes." Jiang Yue checked the message sent by Lao Fu and his eyebrows were gradually tightened.

"Meng Liangchao, who was the game anchor who matched you last night?"

Jiang Yue's sudden question made Meng Liangchao stunned, "Aren't the deputy director not interested in this?"

"At around 10 o'clock last night, an anchor named Sniper Douye was killed at home on the Dogt Head Live Streaming Platform. Do you know him?"

Meng Liangchao exclaimed, "Damn, I matched Master Dou last night... No, you said he was killed at 10 o'clock? I couldn't have eaten chicken with him yesterday until two o'clock!"

Jiang Yue glanced at the information in her hand and said, "Are you sure?"

"That's right." Meng Liangchao quit the game of taking girls to eat chicken, opened the game friend list, and accurately found the platform authentication number of "Sniper God Douye".

The online time was 8 hours ago.

"Go to the scene first."

Could it be that the death time given by the forensic department was wrong?

That's impossible to be so different?

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The crime scene was not in the city, and they drove for an hour before finding the place.

The real name of the deceased is Dou Fengrong. He is a certified anchor of the Dogtou Live Platform. The weapon he is best at in the game is a sniper rifle, so the nickname of the certified number: Sniper God Dou Ye, with a million fans. He is well-known in the game of eating chicken.

Dou Fengrong was killed in their studio where they arranged a bathroom in a single apartment.

Jiang Yue and the other two walked out of the elevator and heard the movements coming from the apartment where the deceased was, as if someone was arguing.

There are four households on the first floor, and Dou Fengrong is located in the east.

There was a cordon outside the door, and Jiang Yue showed her ID before she was released.

In addition to the witness group, there is also a man and a woman in the single apartment less than 50 square meters.

A middle-aged fat woman with an ion head pulled the young man in a suit and tie.

"I rented the house to you and actually caused a murder case for me. How can I rent this house to others in the future?"

"Sister, can we talk about the house another day..."

"No, if you run away, who will I go to? Today you must give me an explanation. This is a new house and I plan to get my son married."

"Sister..."

"It's useless to call the aunt. You just waited for the police to give me an explanation."

The young man's suit was pulled out of wrinkles, and he finally felt a little impatient, "I've said I've waited for two days before talking about it. Why are you unreasonable? Didn't you see that you've died?"

"I'm anxious because I'm dead. Don't talk nonsense. If you don't give me a word today, don't think about leaving!"

The young man was so entangled that he had no good temper. He directly threw away the middle-aged woman, "I still have a company, where can I go? Isn't it just a broken house? Who can't afford it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it possible to buy it? Tomorrow I will ask someone to go to the real estate center for the transfer procedures and disappear in front of me immediately."

Despite this, men try to control their emotions as much as possible.

What else did the middle-aged woman want to say? The young man took out his business card and said, "Call me this phone tomorrow."

The middle-aged woman held the business card and curled her lips, "Hmph, don't try to run away!"

The middle-aged woman left with a murmur, and the quietness in the apartment was restored.

The old Fu, who was quiet on the balcony, did not walk out until the movements outside disappeared.

"Jiang Yue, you are here."

Jiang Yue looked away from the young man, "What's the situation at the moment?"

"Collection of evidence." Old Fu came over, "By the way, this gentleman is the brother of the deceased, Dou Fengliang, the deceased he discovered."

Jiang Yue's eyes fell on the man, "Hello, I'll be specially commissioned by Jiang Yue."

Dou Fengliang nodded, his face was not very good, "Hello."

Old Fu patted Jiang Yue on the shoulder, "I'll leave the rest to you, and there is still a case waiting for me to pass."

"You go and do it."

Old Fu left the scene and Jiang Yue swept the small apartment.

The living room has no sofa and is directly decorated into a work area - that is, the live broadcast place, the camera, computer, and e-sports chairs are all complete.

He Yao went to other places in the apartment to take a look. Meng Liangchao aimed at the deceased's computer, put on gloves and went to turn on the computer.

"Mr. Dou, when was the last time you met the deceased?"

Dou Fengliang thought for a moment, "I met at the company last time, last week? It seemed to be last week."

"What did you do this time?"

"It's almost the Chinese New Year. I called him to go back to my hometown to celebrate the Chinese New Year with me. I came over without answering it. When I arrived, the lock was broken and I came in directly. But I didn't know he..." Dou Fengliang choked up.

"Does the deceased have very close friends?"

Dou Fengliang shook his head, "My brother has many friends, but he really has no close friends."

"Didn't anyone in your company handle the live broadcast accident last night?"

Meng Liangchao, who had been fighting with the "dead" for a night last night, described that the deceased started live broadcast at 8 o'clock last night. After going to the toilet at around 9:30, the camera that photographed the deceased was suddenly turned off. The live broadcast continued, but the "anchor" did not make any sound, only the game screen and sound were left.

According to the on-site forensic doctor, the deceased died at around 10 o'clock last night.

Therefore, the live game broadcasts watched by the fans of the deceased after 9:30 last night were completed by another person.

It took nearly five hours to have no anchor picture, but the people in the deceased's company did not find this problem?

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The companies and names involved in this article are purely fictional, please do not take the role in the correct number.

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