dead innocent

The door of the monitoring room was opened, Chu Xingyun stood at the door with a gloomy face, He Cheng was standing at the door holding a cup of cold tea, looked over his shoulder, and saw Liu Jiamin sitting on a chair facing the small mirror Organize makeup.

Also standing at the door was Qiao Shishi and several members of the field team. They all looked at Chu Xingyun eagerly, as if all their hopes were placed on this empty-handed white wolf interrogation.

"What are you doing in a daze, check her ID card and all bank card records, check the monitoring and visit the masses, and find out where she went on August 15, 8!"

The police officers answered yes one after another, and then dispersed.

Chu Xingyun sat on the bench in the hall with a face of frustration, lowered his head and dragged his face tiredly.

He Cheng slowly walked up to him and sat down, handed him the teacup in his hand, and remained in a stalemate until he reached out to catch the cup, then squeezed his fingers that were stiff from not moving for a long time, and then asked: "Who is the murderer?" , woman or child?"

The cup of tea in my hand was already cold, and the tea leaves had turned a stale color, and there were too many tea leaves, which made the taste bitter.Chu Xingyun took a sip, and his tongue was sobered by the bitter tea, which made him sober a lot, sighed irritably, and said: "Three situations, children, women, children and women, all the current evidence points to Child. But Fu Yi is right. All the evidence is too deliberate. Women are too smart. They take advantage of the loopholes in the court to only talk about evidence to clean themselves up. As long as she does not let go, no matter which situation is the truth, in the end The murderer will become a child alone."

"How can you be sure that button is from a mummy?"

At this time, there was the sound of pedaling downstairs, and a round-faced girl in a white coat trotted over with a report, panting and handed the report to Chu Xingyun: "Chu team, I have a crack on the inside of the button The remaining blood stains were found in the hospital, and after identification, it was consistent with Xu Yan's DNA."

Chu Xingyun pulled the corner of his lips and smiled: "It's confirmed now."

He Cheng took off his glasses and pinched the center of his brows, looking a little tired, then put them back on, and said calmly: "Now we just need to find evidence to prove that the woman went to Luyuan Villa on August 15, 8, or Luyuan Near the villa, isn't it?"

Chu Xingyun sighed again, buried his head and pulled his hair roots, and said listlessly: "Yeah."

He Cheng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "There is no evidence, but there are witnesses, is that okay?"

Chu Xingyun raised his head to look at him suddenly, his eyes were filled with light, and he looked at him: "What do you mean?"

He Cheng said, "Jiang Zhaonan."

Ten minutes later, He Cheng hung up the phone and slowly returned to the lobby from the end of the corridor. Looking at his longing and earnest face, he smiled and said, "You're lucky, he was in the villa after the operation." After recuperating for a while, I happened to pass by on August 10. Yuan Xu and his friends went up to the mountain to play the day before, and he was the one who received them. On the 8th, Yuan Xu and others went down the mountain. I’d be happy to come over to see if your suspect is the woman from back then.”

Chu Xingyun stood up at once: "Where is he now?"

"Rose Manor is attending the banquet, don't rush, he will come."

Chu Xingyun's heart sank in half, and he suddenly felt light on the soles of his feet. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of He Cheng's shirt collar wide open, revealing two straight and hard collarbones.It can be regarded as understanding why Qiao Shishi and Su Wan just now always look at him by mistake.

He reached into his pocket and touched a round and smooth black button, so he beckoned to him: "Come here."

After speaking, he stepped onto the steps to lead the way.

He Cheng thought he had something important to do, so he followed him upstairs, and he led him all the way to the captain's office.

Chu Xingyun opened the door: "Go in."

He Cheng hesitated for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and then walked in.

Chu Xingyun closed the door, pointed to a set of reception sofas in the middle, and said, "Sit down."

He Cheng walked over and sat down on the sofa very confused, and saw him go around behind the desk and open the drawer to rummage around. After a while, he took out a sewing box.

The corner of his lips twitched, and he said with a sneer: "It seems that your job is very easy, and you still have time to be a female celebrity."

Chu Xingyun sat down on the table in front of him with the sewing box, raised his foot and stepped on the edge of the sofa, pulled out the end of the thread and threaded the needle while saying: "Don't owe me, Mr. Qiao's things, help me here. I've sewed... the stitches, don't move"

He put the dark blue buttons on the neckline of He Cheng's shirt, leaned over and put the first stitch.

As he got closer, Chu Xingyun smelled the men's perfume with cold sandalwood on his body again. He didn't know whether it was the perfume aphrodisiac or the aphrodisiac it was sprayed on him. The very cold sandalwood penetrated into the nostrils and gradually changed In order to get angry, Chu Xingyun immediately regretted taking the job of sewing buttons for him, because it was really hard to concentrate at the moment, and the needle did not go into the buttonhole after several times, so he said impatiently: "Don't move!"

Because he was too close, He Cheng had no choice but to lift his chin slightly, heaved a sigh of relief in his chest, and said, "I didn't move, it's because your hand is unsteady."

The first needle was finally in the right place, Chu Xingyun felt a little relieved, and while concentrating on the needle, he told: "Hold on, don't move."

He Cheng felt that Xiao Ming'er was pinched in his hand, and the needle in Chu Xingyun's hand was positioned coquettishly, and it stuck on him if it wasn't straight, so he really stuck his neck and didn't move, but it's a bastard if he doesn't move.

My brain twitched, and I suddenly remembered this sentence. Where did I hear it?Thinking about it, a comedian that Chu Xingyun likes said this sentence, which led to a period of time when Chu Xingyun always imitated the little black man intentionally or unintentionally, and let him also listen to it.

He Cheng suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to move, and he didn't want Chu Xingyun to see his crampedness and nervousness, so he picked up one of the piles of books on the table and flipped through them absent-mindedly.

The needle in Chu Xingyun's hand moved coquettishly, turned from the lower left needle hole and then returned to the lower left needle hole, staring at the work in his hand, and said: "Don't rummage, evidence."

He Cheng quickly understood what kind of evidence this was, flipped through it from back to front, and from front to back, and asked, "The notes seem to be written by one person, why are they written in two ways?"

"Have you heard of running epilepsy? Onset or high pressure can cause short-term selective amnesia. I guess Yuan Xu chose to forget that memory because of the pressure after the murder. But his habit made him record it in a diary, I asked. According to his classmates and teachers, he is usually left-handed, and he always writes from the back to the front in his notebook. After losing his memory, his inner suggestion led him to change his writing habits, writing with his right hand like other people, and writing from front to back. A notebook , the front is after amnesia, the back is before amnesia, the notebook will always be used up one day, at this time, the front and the back meet, he has to remember even if he wants to forget, and look at the number of these notebooks, at least three years amount."

He Cheng: "That is to say, he wants to forget the terrible memories and live a normal life. But these diaries remind him of the crimes he has committed, making him realize that he killed his friend, and let him He experienced shock, fear, remorse, helplessness, and finally despair... This is the cruelest punishment he gave himself. He was trapped in this cage, turning round and round, returning to the original point every time, walking forever stay home."

Chu Xingyun did not speak, and the movement of threading the needle slowed down a lot. A button button was sewn, and he bit off the end of the thread. Before the knot was tied, his hand was pushed away by He Cheng.

"Tsk, not yet—"

He Cheng suddenly picked up another diary, flipped through a few pages, then switched to another diary, and flipped through a few more pages.Going over and over again, I flipped through half of the notebooks.Then he turned his head and looked at Chu Xingyun with a complicated and weird expression: "Are you sure this was written by one person?"

Chu Xingyun: "What do you mean?"

He Cheng squatted on the ground with one knee, opened the notebooks and placed them in a row, speaking in an unprecedented seriousness: "Although the notes of these words are very similar, if you don't look at the notes to see the logic, they are from the hands of two people. Are you here?" The words on the positive side have mediocre narration, no ups and downs between words and sentences, and even a perfunctory way of coping with errands, which is a manifestation of dissatisfaction with one's life and lack of confidence in one's personality. The owner of these words has a perfect type For all the disadvantages of personality, he knows how to repent, is easily angered, has a fragile heart, is easily dominated by basic fear and loses his mind, and the characteristics of desire are destruction and control. On the other hand, you see, he/she describes the calmness and chicness of killing people , Even the weather and temperature at that time are clearly recorded. This is showing off, obviously showing off. There is no trace of remorse or guilt in these words, a typical performance personality. The more the date is postponed, This kind of performance desire is more obvious, and there are even a lot of unnecessary exclamations in the recent books. This shows that the owner of the text is getting out of control step by step. He has forgotten what the motivation for recording the killing process is. Obsessed with it, he increasingly wants to completely devour the other person who dominates the notebook."

He Cheng suddenly turned his head to look at him, his amber eyes were filled with bright light, like fireworks exploding in the night, extremely beautiful, more like a beautiful hallucination after smoking opium, he almost felt a kind of joy in himself. Satisfied, he said, "If the Yuan Xu you are talking about is not a multiple personality patient, then he has been manipulated by someone for as long as three years, maybe even longer."