Chapter 1001： Reasonable doubt

For an instant, Jiang Ci almost thought that he had a hallucination.

During this period of time, she knocked on one door after another, asking the same question repeatedly, and the answer was countless "don't know".

Frankly speaking, she was numb to questioning.

Who can remember a joke at a party three or four years ago?

But now a man told her that it was Zhuang Jia.

Jiang Ci subconsciously glanced at the roster file in his hand: Ding Houwei, 21 years old, debuted as a model, and recently transformed into a fashion stylist.

The reason for the intersection with Zhuang Jia is that he has participated in a clothing show of Shen Xinru, and there will be a party after each show.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Ci fixedly looked into his eyes.

"Oh... I'm not so sure if I want to say yes." The man shrugged and said, "After all, it was a long time ago. I heard you talk about Feili just now, and it seems to me that Zhuang Jia mentioned this person."

"Can you please recall it carefully?" Jiang Ci said, "It's about a murder case and it's very important."

The other party was very embarrassed: "It's too long ago, now I can't remember it for a while."

Jiang Ci thought for a while and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ding, we may find you in the follow-up investigation. If you can remember anything during this period, please feel free to contact us."

"Ok."

...

Leaving the apartment, Jiang Ci got into the police car and looked contemplative.

The subordinate next to her asked her: "Shall we go to the next house now, or go directly to the police station?"

Jiang Ci returned to his senses and said, "Go to the next one, there are not many, and by the way, see if anyone can confirm Ding Houwei's words."

She looked down at the roster in her hand and murmured: "I hope not..."

Then they asked a few people who had attended the party one after another, conducted telephone inquiries from different places, and visited the local people, but they still found nothing.

——No one remembers about Philip.

On Saturday, Jiang Ci brought the search results to find Mu Zi.

"I didn't find any favorable evidence, but there was a prosecution witness." Jiang Ci sighed boredly, and threw Ding Houwei's information in front of Mu Zi. "This person said, he heard Zhuang Jia mention Feili at the party. Do you think it will be his name?"

"I don't know, but I hope it's him." Mu Zi picked up Ding Houwei's information and asked, "Can this person fish?"

Jiang Ci shook his head: "I didn't ask at the time. If he is the murderer, too detailed questions will arouse his vigilance. Maybe he will plant Zhuang Jia as soon as possible and will provide us with more information in the future."

After a pause, he added: "I asked him about the details of the story, but he didn't remember it. He only remembered that Zhuang Jia mentioned the name of Feili, but he promised me that he would tell me as soon as he remembered anything."

Mu Zi scrutinized the photos on the roster and said thoughtfully: "Of course he doesn't remember. If the version of the story he tells is different from Zhuang Jia, wouldn't it be revealing?"

Jiang Ci frowned, "But I don't understand, why didn't he deny it completely? Like everyone else, he could say that he had never heard this story. Isn't it safer? Now this is suspicious."

"He has to do this." Mu Zi smiled and looked at Jiang Ci, "Because he doesn't know how many people you have asked, and he doesn't know if anyone among those you asked remembers the story, since Zhuang Jia Remember, there are others who don’t keep the balance, he doesn’t dare to gamble."

Jiang Ci suddenly said: "So he must admit that he remembers. If he doesn't admit it, if someone accuses him in the future, he won't be able to dispute it, but if he admits it and the testimony contradicts each other, it becomes a reasonable doubt!"