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"Over-defense, three years." Qu Shiran said.

Song Hailin was stunned for a moment after hearing this result, as if what he understood and what Qu Shiran said were not the same thing, "What?"

"Too defensive." Qu Shiran paused every word, smiling with one corner of his mouth hooked, like a hooligan.

No one brought up the grievances that were deliberately hidden more than ten years ago, so strictly speaking, on the surface, Su Shen did not have the motive to kill Qin Mingxuan. As long as the person involved does not admit it, who can explain it clearly?

On the contrary, during his previous contact with Qin Mingxuan, the one who harbored malicious intentions was indeed Qin Mingxuan.

Moreover, Su Shen himself had evidence that it was indeed Qin Mingxuan who invited him over that night, and that fruit knife itself was also intended to be used by Qin Mingxuan to kill him, so it seemed that the over-defense was tenable.

The only questionable point is the motive that can evade surveillance.

There is another person dressed as a cleaner who appears.

Regarding this matter, Su Shen's explanation was that he didn't know the cleaner who was wrapped tightly, and he wasn't with him. It was Qin Mingxuan who went downstairs to pick him up that day, and carried him up the stairs. Maybe It was Qin Mingxuan who wanted to kill him, and because of his guilty conscience, he avoided the monitoring.

The reason why Su Shen didn't object to taking the stairs was because Qin Mingxuan excused that the elevator was broken.

If it is based on Qin Mingxuan's premeditated murder of him, these explanations seem to be tenable.

The police are almost convinced that the direction of the cleaner itself is wrong.

It wasn't until later that the infrequent resident opposite Qin Mingxuan's house called the police that a thief had been recruited in the house, and the police finally determined that the cleaner was a thief. He was accidentally targeted by the police and involved in a criminal case.

Some people also raised doubts, just stealing something, this little thief's battle is really a bit big.

But this question is left alone.

Under Qu Shiran's guidance, turning black and white, dismantling and reorganizing all the clues into a logical order became another matter, which was accomplished very successfully.

He successfully chose himself out, transformed into a highly skilled and untraceable thief, successfully turned Qin Mingxuan, the victim, into a murderer, and successfully turned a murder planned by Su Shen and assisted by him into a defense. Excessive.

He couldn't help applauding himself after the verdict.

"Su Shen himself doesn't think he's at fault, and I don't think so either. I even feel that the three-year sentence has been wronged him," Qu Shiran said, "but do you know why Su Shen turned himself in? He did it for you. .”

Song Hailin didn't want to hear what Qu Shiran said, so he pressed the key and went to open the door, Qu Shiran blocked it, pushed the car door back, and blocked the door, "Are you going to see him?" Qu Shiran's eyes were aggressive , "The reason why he didn't plead guilty is because he didn't feel guilty. You don't know what the real him is like. You will destroy him!"

Song Hailin stretched out his hand and punched him in the face, he fell to the side and managed to stabilize himself.

He was good-tempered and didn't care about it, but his tone was a little sharper, and he continued: "People around Su Shen hate me, such as you, and the one named Tian Erji in my hometown. He thinks it's because of my appearance. I dragged the perfect Su Shen in your mind to hell, didn’t you? You think the same way, don’t you? But the so-called perfect Su Shen in your mind is a fake, I just liberated the real him If you come out, you can't tolerate it, just because I broke the self-righteous fantasy in your heart. Similarly, I hate you too."

He pushed his tongue against the place where he had been punched from the inside.

Song Hailin unexpectedly calmed down, "No, I never had inherent fantasies about him. I hate you because you hinted and led him to magnify his original evil, even to the point of losing morality. I know No matter what his nature is, he doesn't have to set a standard for good and evil, I love Su Shen, and I won't change because of these things."

"Sounds good." Qu Shiran snorted lightly.

"I just hate what you all say nicely." Qu Shiran said, "Isn't it you who imposed your own moral values ​​on him? I just hinted that he obeyed himself and never thought of changing him. You What is it if it’s not nice to say? But Su Shen takes you very seriously, and you will kill him.”

"It's you who will kill him," Song Hailin said.

Qu Shiran shook his head, "Ask yourself, this time Su Shen chose to compromise in your conflict, what will happen next? Do you want him to compromise for the rest of his life?"

Song Hailin stopped talking.

"So, I hope you can let him go." Qu Shiran said.

"You're talking too much." Hu Yuran said to Qu Shiran, who had just walked over from Song Hailin's side, with his car window open.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain," Qu Shiran resolutely refused to admit that more than half of what he said was serious, and there was also a factor of personal sympathy, "Su Shen won't mind."

"Do you really think so?" Hu Yuran suddenly asked him seriously.

"What, does Su Shen mind? That's all I think, anyway, the knife is pierced anyway, so it doesn't matter how deep it is." Qu Shiran said.

Hu Yuran said: "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, do you really think so?"

It seems to mean something.

Qu Shiran didn't speak, opened the car door expressionlessly and started the car.

When walking halfway, he suddenly said: "For me, I don't care whether it hurts or not, I just like to grasp the present."

Hu Yuran let out a long sigh in a voice he couldn't hear.

So, I hope you let him go.

Let him go?Song Hailin didn't understand why he and Su Shen had to be like this, as if there was no way between them.He couldn't figure it out, but he had to admit that what Qu Shiran said made a lot of sense.

Su Shen didn't think he was guilty, but in order to fulfill him, he accepted the sanctions that he himself didn't agree with. So, what reason would he have to bother him?

I can't let go, but I can't catch it.

The court's release of pigeons this time made Song Qing scold Song Hailin, and Song Hailin took the opportunity to show his cards. He will not resign, but he needs to rest for a while, and he will return to work after the limelight passes. take a step back.

During the days when he was idle at home, Song Hailin still picked up the games he played when he was a child. With the equipment that comes with the system and the superb operation, he became a dark horse in this server, killing all the RMB players. Do not stay.

Slowly, newbies began to strike up a conversation and ask for a lead, but he ignored them all.One of the most persistent ones is undoubtedly Bai Juyi, a RMB player with colorful equipment all over his body.

The first private message typed out by this classmate Bai Juyi was different, "Big Heizi, look at that cloud in the sky, does it look like a nickname for us?"

Song Hailin suddenly laughed when he saw this sentence.

This man's humble tone is very familiar.

He ignored it.

But since then, every time he boards the game, he will follow a villain with colorful holy lights on his buttocks, follow him around, and sometimes pick up equipment he doesn't like.

Not only that, Bai Juyi also persevered, harassing him on a regular basis.

"Da Hei Zi, why are you called Da Hei Zi? Is it because you are very black?"

Song Hailin thought to himself, why is this person so annoying.

"Is it because you are poor that your equipment is dusty?"

Song Hailin: You think money is so easy to earn, you rice worms who spend your parents' money on games!

"Da Heizi, you are so good at handling, if you equip it, you will definitely be able to live as a master in this server."

Song Hailin: God?That’s because you don’t know Lao Tzu’s size, you go out and turn left and ask, Lao Tzu’s size has long been a legend in this server, okay?

"Da Heizi, I'm sick, and I've had an infusion for 24 hours, from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., please comfort me."

Song Hailin: How can there be infusions that can last for 24 hours?

"Sure enough, the Internet is full of lies. As long as you say that you are sick, you can send a private message and you will be answered. It is indeed a lie."

Song Hailin: Things on the Internet are deceptive.

"Da Heisi, have a happy new year."

Song Hailin glanced at the calendar in the lower right corner of the computer. After spending such a long time doing nothing, his days were mixed up, and it was already New Year's Day.He rubbed his brows, looked at the line of small words on the computer screen, couldn't help curling his lips, this man's blessing was too sloppy, even the words were typed wrong.If it were Su Shen, he wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

When these words came out of his mind, he was stunned.

With a wry smile.He couldn't fool himself at all.No matter how much he tried to completely take Su Shen out of his life during this time, no matter how much he controlled himself not to think about him, in fact, in his subconscious, it was always him.

He would look through this classmate Bai Juyi's private messages every day, simply because his tone of voice was a little like Su Shen's.

A little bit.

The tone of the first greeting is especially similar.

For this reason, he was lucky enough to follow the registered game account to find that person's social account. The dynamics in that person's personal space have been updated for several years, and they are all about who and who likes who in our class. , I like someone, but whoever has someone I like, so I don't bother her, and there are a few selfies. Song Hailin looked at it. He is a handsome elementary school student. It can be seen that the family environment is quite good.

I think so, the family environment is not good and I don't have so much pocket money to package my game into a colorful holy warrior.

After he saw it, he was relieved but also a little disappointed.

Do you still expect this to be Su Shen?Wake up, how is it possible.

When he was staring at the dialog box in front of him in a daze, a line of words suddenly popped up in the chat box, "Ah, typo, big blacks are not black silk."

"Big Heizi, live the new year happily." He immediately added.

Song Hailin replied to him for the first time by accident, "Your blessings are so careless."

Classmate Bai Juyi: "Ah, ah, the big blackie came back to me. The teacher is right. Where there is a will, everything will be ruined. Qin Guan will eventually belong to Chu. I, the king of Yue, Goujian, finally did not eat for nothing| Shit, soaked in the game master ah ah ah Ahh."

Song Hailin's eyes hurt when he read a long passage without punctuation marks.

However, there was an urge to smile lightly in my heart.

This wild speaking style, don't mention it, it's really like Su Shen, the similarity can be compared with the first episode of "Look at that cloud in the sky".

From then on, even if Song Hailin acquiesced to take Bai Juyi to play games, sometimes he took him to the high-level area to meet a few big monsters, let him pick the equipment first, and persuaded him not to take his parents The money to buy those equipment that only shines but has no practical use.

Classmate Bai Juyi agreed every time, but he was obedient and obedient, and he still jumped around behind him wrapped in colorful lights.

Song Hailin may never have imagined in his life that a steely man like Bai Juyi didn't buy equipment to improve his combat power, but simply liked those light effects.

Student Bai Juyi not only followed the big blackie all day long, but in order to show off and declare his sovereignty, he happily spent money to buy a nickname in front of his nickname, [the exclusive little apprentice of the big blackie god] Bai Juyi.

Within a few days, it spread throughout the server, that the newly-promoted slum dark horse god Da Heizi took in a local tyrant, who was suspected of being adopted.

Bai Juyi was not happy when he heard it, and it was a verbal battle when he jumped out.

"What is a chicken! I recognize a local tyrant, but what is a chicken! Is it so strict! I don't want face."

All the netizens almost threw out the organized clues of being kept as a real hammer, but Bai Juyi killed them by surprise.Was the focus originally on the "vegetable chicken"?

But without bragging, this student Bai Juyi is indeed an out-and-out rookie.

Even giving him the name of a rookie is even an insult to the rookie group.

That one-handed operation is almost like a special handicap that can only be played.

Song Hailin often called him trash without mercy.

Bai Juyi is not good at flaunting the power of words, and he returned with confidence, "I'm still useless in this operation? Look at the rookies in the field, am I the one who is the best!"

This obsessive self-confidence was carved out of the same mold as Su Shen.

Su Shen, Su Shen, Su Shen, Song Hailin scolded himself, what do you think about Su Shen, what do you think about, stop thinking about it!

This primary school student has a sharp tongue.

According to his own original words: I used to be useless in playing games, and I was always scolded by others.

Song Hailin's reaction was: You may not believe it when you tell it. I heard this joke 500 years ago.

Bai Juyi was stunned: Impossible!This was seen from space only yesterday!

Song Hailin: "On the Hysteresis of Primary School Students' Information Reception".

Primary school students?

Song Hailin suddenly realized that there was a primary school student on the opposite side!Then how did he manage to hang on to the game every day like him, a bankrupt vagrant.

He seriously asked classmate Bai Juyi this question, and prepared to teach him the truth of "garbage games ruin my youth and my spirit".

Bai Juyi, who always responded to him in seconds, was guilty for several minutes and didn't say anything. After a while, he replied a few lines, "It's just...winter vacation."

"Now primary school students have such a long winter vacation?"

"Yes... yes."

"Bar?"

Classmate Bai Juyi sent a sweat-wiping emoji, "Okay, let's be honest, there's no winter vacation, didn't I tell you before, I'm sick, and I don't go to school now."

The 24-hour infusion?Really sick?

Song Hailin was thinking about the illness of the primary school student opposite, when suddenly a news feed popped up in the lower right corner, he moved the mouse to the small cross and was about to close it, who knew that he accidentally glanced at the bold headline.

"Hu Mingcheng, the governor of Zhucheng, died unexpectedly. He was a pedophile before his death."

Hu Mingcheng is dead?

Song Hailin opened the webpage trembling.

The news of Hu Mingcheng's sudden death was already a few days ago. Because people died, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered. As a matter of fact, netizens exploded and criticized fiercely with unscrupulous words, especially those who were deceived by his press conference before, and they scolded more fiercely than they did at the beginning.

It turned out that the officials under his shadow were also involved in the downfall one after another. The only one among them who escaped the catastrophe was Song Qing, who managed to keep his black hat by relying on the big tree of the He family, but he just couldn't do it in the future. Likely to be promoted again.

Song Hailin had a bad premonition in his heart.

He knew that Qu Shiran had something to do with this matter, but he didn't know why, he was not at ease, and always felt that he might have something to do with Su Shen.

He took his coat and was about to go outside.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xue Zhimu pacing back and forth in front of his house.Xue Zhimu was hesitating whether to ring the doorbell, but when he saw him open the door, he was stunned for a second, then smiled awkwardly, and said, "Good morning, Ertou."

Song Hailin raised his wrist to face her, "It's already noon."

Xue Zhimu shrank his neck, gritted his teeth, and said: "Second, I know you are on vacation, but I really can't do anything about this case. Before the side team dealt with many people because of Hu Mingcheng's case, they now If you don’t answer, our team is short of people, you asked for leave and resigned from the team, and the higher ups put pressure on us to solve this case within three days, I came to you because I really had no idea.”

She didn't take a few breaths, poured beans into the bamboo tube and said a lot, thanks to Song Hailin's excellent memory and comprehension skills, she could understand.

Song Hailin originally wanted to go to the police station for this matter, but Xue Zhimu was rushing over, so he didn't say much, and waved directly at Xue Zhimu, "Go into the room and talk."

After Xue Zhimu entered the room, he took a few glances at his house, and laughed, "Your house is quite clean, you don't live like a rough guy."

Song Hailin didn't speak, and took out a paper cup to pour water for her.

"Hey er, why do you have two sets of things in your house, don't you? You have a girlfriend, who hides it so deeply?" Xue Zhimu sat on the sofa and took a pair of silly couple cups on the coffee table. Get up and take a look.

"Say one more word," Song Hailin put the paper cup on the coffee table, "I'll throw you out."

Xue Zhimu immediately zipped his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry," Song Hailin said, "let me finish the case first."

"Oh, that's right, the case."

Xue Zhimu took out the information from the bag.

"As far as Hu Mingcheng's matter is concerned, there is a big reversal!" Xue Zhimu deliberately said something, trying to whet Song Hailin's appetite.

What she didn't expect was that Song Hailin seemed to know about it, and his reaction was flat, saying: "Don't mention things that have nothing to do with the case, just talk about this case."

"Oh." Xue Zhimu began to say disappointedly: "Hu Mingcheng died in the basement of his home three days ago—the basement where the little girl was rescued before." She appeared interested, and she continued, "When he was cleansing his name before, he kept saying that although the house was in his name, it was actually lived by a relative of his, and the missing girl was pushed to his relative. He paid for his crime, this time it’s okay, he died there directly, completely exposed.”

Song Hailin knocked on the coffee table, "Get to the point!"

"Oh, let's get to the point." Xue Zhimu pointed to the autopsy report, "He died of cyanide poisoning. The murderer has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. The scene has been investigated and no abnormalities have been found. Now Yang Dahai and Liu Cheng are investigating and monitoring. Me and Zheng Yong followed a preliminary suspect to investigate."

"suspects?"

"Huang Yun, I had contacted Hu Mingcheng before the incident, and went to that villa that day." Xue Zhimu took out the sorted records and handed them to Song Hailin, "According to Huang Yun, she was... um... the victim People, she was imprisoned by Hu Mingcheng for a few years when she was a child, and she was abandoned when she grew up, and she was lucky to survive. After hearing about the previous incident some time ago, she came back and wanted to threaten Hu Mingcheng with the truth."

"You killed him because the threat failed?" Song Hailin said.

"It's not impossible, but she doesn't admit it. She said that she was just asking for money that day. I checked her account, and indeed 20 came into the account. She said that she wanted to blackmail Hu Mingcheng for a long time in the future, and there was no reason to kill him. Moreover, With the use of cyanide, this is not like impulsive killing, but premeditated."

Song Hailin thought for a while, "So it seems that Hu Mingcheng wanted to kill her instead?"

Xue Zhimu said: "Yes, and Huang Yun really has a lot of knowledge. After Hu Mingcheng's death, she exposed all the black material, and now it is all over the Internet."

"If you are poisoned by cyanide...what is Huang Yun doing now?" Song Hailin asked.

"Working in a beauty salon," the two had been working together for a long time, and Song Hailin knew exactly what Xue Zhimu wanted to ask as soon as he said it, and answered directly, "It stands to reason that it should be difficult to get cyanide|compound."

"Second boss, I have an idea," Xue Zhimu said suddenly, "Could it be that Hu Mingcheng wanted to use cyanide to kill Huang Yun, but was killed by Huang Yun instead?"

After she finished speaking, Song Hailin nodded imperceptibly, then stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go and see the scene."

Xue Zhimu was still sitting still and didn't realize it, "Second, second boss, you are not on vacation anymore."

"Then you've come all the time, why didn't you consider my leave before you came?" Song Hailin teased her.

She stood up abruptly, laughing.

"Oh, that's right," Song Hailin asked as he walked out, "Why did Team Qu resign? When did it happen?"

Xue Zhimu followed him and said: "A while ago, after Qin Mingxuan's case ended, he seemed to have friendship with that prisoner. By the way, that prisoner was the university teacher in their class during Zhou Qian's case. I don't know what psychiatric diagnosis proves, anyway, I just walked away from the relationship and was released on medical parole."

Xue Zhimu was nagging, but he didn't get to the point for most of the day.

"It is said that the man was seriously ill. He didn't move when the operation was due, and he was caught in a hurry. Later, the Qu team took him to the hospital. He heard that the operation was unsuccessful and he died outside. Then Qu The team didn’t come back, and the resignation was all by phone.”

Xue Zhimu bumped into Song Hailin's back while walking and talking.

"What did you say?" Song Hailin turned around suddenly, holding her arm with both hands, with a devilish expression on his face, "What did you say!"

"Just resign over the phone..." Xue Zhimu whispered.

"Dead! What do you mean!" Song Hailin yelled at her, scaring her so much that she dared not move.

"Dead, what do you mean?" Song Hailin suddenly let go of her, and muttered blankly.

Mumbling over and over again.

dead, what do you mean?