At a quarter past eleven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Fengqi walked out of the Hongguang Barber Shop and walked in the direction of the mouth of the hoop bucket alley, still carrying the handbag in his hand.

At 1:20 p.m., Jiang Fengqi walked out of Hoop Bucket Lane and walked in the direction of Hongguang Barber Shop, still carrying a handbag in his hand.

Nothing happened in the afternoon.

Zuo Xiangdong and Liu Wenbin stayed at Hostel No. 106 to continue to monitor and follow Jiang Fengqi, and the others went to the police station.

At about six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Fengqi walked out of the barber shop and walked towards the mouth of the hoop bucket alley. Still carrying a handbag.

What makes Zuo Xiangdong and Liu Wenbin wonder is that Jiang Fengqi's work doesn't seem to need a handbag, but he always keeps the bag in his hand, the bag is used to load things, but Jiang Fengqi goes home for dinner at noon, and he doesn't need to bring food, his job is in the barber shop, and his head shaving tools are from the barber shop, in the past, he gave Ran Ruzhai a haircut, using the head shaving tools at home. So, he didn't have to take home the barbershop's shaving tools.

Jiang Fengqi's handbag, neither lunch nor barber tools, what did he bring?

Jiang Feng turned on the electric light and closed the door. Ouyang Ping and his entourage walked into the aisle.

Wei Zimin knocked on the door of Chen Guoquan's house.

It was Chen Guoquan who opened the door: "Wei Gong'an, you are—"

"Director Chen, let's talk to you about something." Chen Jie deliberately raised his voice.

"Talk to me about something? What to talk about? ”

"We'd like to ask you to take a look at this anonymous note. This anonymous note, cut and pasted from words on the newspaper, was received the other day. ”

Originally, there was some noise in Jiang Fengqi's house, but after Wei Zimin knocked on the door of Chen Guoquan's house, Jiang Fengqi's room was much quieter.

Chen Guoquan took the note and looked at it through the light in the aisle: "What do you want to do?" ”

"We want to find this person who wrote the anonymous note."

"Didn't you arrest the three brothers and sisters of the Ran family? Now that you've found the murderer, and you want to find someone who wrote an anonymous note, I don't think it's necessary. ”

"After investigation, the murderer of Ran Ruzhai is someone else, Director Chen, do you just let us stand outside the door and talk?"

"My place is too small, isn't it the same here?"

"Guoquan, how bad this is! It's so cold, let's let the comrades come into the house and sit down and talk! Chen Guoquan's mother-in-law said.

"Please come in."

After the comrades entered the door, Chen Guoquan's wife closed the door.

Chen Jie deliberately lowered his voice - but it was definitely audible to Jiang Fengqi: "According to our investigation, you usually bring back the unit newspaper to read. ”

"Isn't it too arbitrary and ridiculous for you to assume that the person who wrote the anonymous note is me?"

"We are only investigating, and you have an obligation to assist in our investigation."

"There are more people who usually read newspapers, so why don't you ask the others?"

"Can you tell us who else in your neighborhood reads the newspaper regularly? In this courtyard, who else reads the newspaper except you? ”

"I'm very busy at work, and I spend a very short time at home, and I don't care -- who's bored -- I don't care about that! Mom, you're at home all day, and in our yard, who else reads the newspaper a lot? ”

It is conceivable that when Jiang Fengqi heard this, he must have been shocked and panicked.

Under such circumstances, Chen Guoquan's mother-in-law will not tell the truth.

"I just stay in the house all day except for the street to buy groceries, and I don't care who reads the newspaper." The old man said.