879: Go home and collect evidence

"Cleaver, murder weapon?" Old Tang Na was confused again. "I've only forged six cleavers this year."

"Five were supplied to the vegetable market, and one was taken by Corey. I don't know about the others."

"You're not lying?"

"How could I dare to lie? If I said something wrong, wouldn't you just convict me?" Old Tang Na's tone was urgent, extremely worried about being suspected and misunderstood.

Things had reached this point. He had already revealed so much, so of course he wouldn't choose to hide on such a matter.

"But cleavers, the only place they can flow into the vegetable market from is you." Mo De muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

Then, thinking of something, he asked, "You said you only gave five cleavers to the vegetable market?"

"Yes, five." Old Tang Na nodded affirmatively.

Under his serious expression, he didn't even notice that the place where he had been shot was still dripping blood.

Hearing the other party's confirmation, Mo De got up and left the interrogation room once again.

It was a full half hour later before he returned.

And in his hand was a pile of cleavers that had just been collected from the vegetable market.

A total of... six!

The System said Old Tang Na wasn't the murderer, so he had no reason to lie about this case. After all, if his lie was exposed, he would have to bear the guilt.

That is to say.

After Old Tang Na supplied five cleavers to the vegetable market, the extra cleaver he forged, which was the murder weapon, also ended up in the vegetable market under unknown circumstances!

The time Mo De had just delayed was spent asking the meat vendors in the vegetable market about this extra cleaver.

But that vendor simply asked if he wanted to buy meat, not answering any questions about the extra cleaver.

He was simply a mentally retarded NPC.

The cleaver must have been taken to the vegetable market by the murderer.

And the only person Mo De could think of who could place this thing in the vegetable market at this moment was Old Tang Na.

The clue seemed to be broken here again.

No, there's one more person with this ability!

A flash of inspiration struck him. Mo De fumbled around on his body for a moment, and then a nameplate appeared in his hand.

'Town Meat Supplier'

The words on the nameplate were clearly visible.

This also represented the status of the person wearing this badge in the vegetable market!

If it was him who put the cleaver in the vegetable market, then this point would be enough to make sense!

The badge was found inside that package.

And the package, according to normal development, would be obtained by Old Tang Na.

If it weren't for the System's confirmation, Old Tang Na, who had the badge, would have even heavier suspicion on him.

The murderer who designed all of this was truly skilled.

However, it was precisely this harm that gave Mo De a direction.

At least for now, he knows that the murderer is rich and powerful, and can even use a badge of such status and position as a tool for framing!

Could it be the owner of that stray dog who did all this?

It's not impossible that the other party smiled and gave money for compensation on the surface, but secretly killed and robbed to retrieve their things.

But that should belong to things outside the Town. Things within the instance can be resolved within the instance, so that rich man from the Town is not related to this case.

"Captain."

Corey's voice came from the communicator on Mo De's waist.

"Captain, I've checked the thing you gave me. The complete appearance of this thing is a lottery ticket!"

In the walkie-talkie, Corey's voice was slightly breathless as he spoke.

There was fatigue, and even more so, intense emotional fluctuations.

"Lottery ticket?" Hearing this, Mo De looked at Old Tang Na in the interrogation room and then walked towards the door.

"Can you find out the original value of this lottery ticket or if it won?"

The thing Mo De gave to Corey was precisely that piece of paper the size of a fingernail that he found in the basement yesterday.

After learning that Old Tang Na was not the murderer, Mo De naturally took a multi-pronged approach, wanting to figure out the reasons behind all the information he had.

After all, time was limited.

"This... I can't find out." Corey said honestly.

This lottery ticket was only the size of a fingernail. It was already the limit to find out it was a lottery ticket. It was completely impossible to determine its original appearance.

"Where are you now?" Mo De glanced at the time and asked in the walkie-talkie.

"I'm at the lottery store in Town."

"Wait for me."

Seven or eight minutes later, Mo De parked the car in front of the lottery store.

This was an external store with strange tale rules.

Seeing Corey who was already buying lottery tickets inside, Mo De walked straight towards the sales clerk.

"Mr., what do you want to buy?" The clerk with a fox tail behind him enthusiastically promoted to Mo De.

"Is this thing from your store?" Mo De saw the small paper scraps that Corey had casually left on the counter and asked the clerk.

"Yes, this is our store's lottery ticket."

"In this recent period, have you had any exceptionally large prize redemptions here?"

"Yes, in June, we had a customer here who won a five-million big prize! When that customer came to exchange for the money, we had prepared heavy cash!"

"Customer, you can buy more now. You will definitely catch the fortune of that big prize winning customer!"

While answering the question, the clerk did not forget to promote the product.

And hearing the other party's straightforward answer, Mo De couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Five million!

If he hadn't discovered that the small paper scraps were related to a lottery ticket, he wouldn't have been able to think in this direction.

Now it seems there is a mysterious person in Town.

At the same time, there is also a person who quietly won five million in June!

And that winning person can basically be confirmed to be the person who burned the other non-winning lottery tickets in the basement of the house he was living in!

It can also be said that the mysterious person who wrote the letter and the mysterious person who won the prize... are the same person!

Only if they are the same person can it make sense that these lottery ticket scraps are one of the material evidences of the dismemberment case!

From this, it can be determined.

The real Master of the place he is currently living in is the murderer!

Thinking about it this way, he hasn't spent time observing the information of many things in the basement.

The murderer's home is naturally the place with the most key items.

Before, Mo De had been focusing on Old Tang Na, fearing that Old Tang Na, this 'murderer', would leave his sight, so he deliberately ignored the things in the basement and the various items in the house.

Now that he understood that Old Tang Na was not the murderer, the direction at this moment should be towards the place he is living in.

Mo De knew time was pressing.

Without much delay, he drove towards his residence.

As he left, he didn't forget to instruct Corey to also bring Old Tang Na to the place he was currently living.

He sped all the way.

When Mo De returned, the house was very quiet.

When he pushed open the door, what he saw was Betty sleeping quietly on the sofa.

As for Una, whom he saw last night, and Lin Yue's wife, who had always been there, they were nowhere to be seen.

It seemed that this time period was not when they appeared.