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Zhang Mao was dumbfounded, "What is the logic out of order? What do you mean? Slow down, I don't understand!"

"The murderer hid the physical evidence in the cracks in the bricks of your house. Wasn't your first reaction apprehensive, fearful, uneasy?" Hua Chong asked, "I mentioned the two possibilities of 'random' and 'intentional' on purpose. Just look at her reaction. Normal people will definitely be afraid and confused. The result of this is that the murderer chooses her house intentionally. Even if she is not so scared, she will not analyze it rationally with me at the first time, and judge that the murderer chose her house is a random act This kind of 'rationality' is very deliberate, but she doesn't realize it herself. That's why Brother Xiaoliu said just now that she is out of logic. She told us that she is very scared, but people who are really scared will choose the possibility of 'the murderer intentionally', and Suspiciously thinking about who I and my family have offended."

Zhang Mao rubbed his hair, "Flower Team, Brother Xiaoliu, you are too powerful."

Liu Zhiqin glanced at Hua Chong and smiled very shallowly.

"But her calmness didn't last till the end." Hua Chong continued, "Later we talked about the typical character traits of the residents of Daoqiao Road, and she suddenly became agitated. Neighbors’ dissatisfaction, even disgust. That kind of emotion came from an instinctive outburst, as if it had been suppressed in her heart for a long time before that. After that, when I asked her what hobbies she had, her expression suddenly dimmed. Her eyes also moved away, and she didn't want to meet my eyes. It seemed that this ordinary question was extremely difficult for her to answer. When I deliberately mentioned salary income and asked her when she planned to buy a house with her family, her expression changed again. Embarrassment, embarrassment, and some anger in it."

"She doesn't want to talk about this." Liu Zhiqin said: "For her, these may be scars that she can't talk about."

Zhang Trade: "I still can't imagine that she killed Tang Su."

"Don't bring subjective emotions, personal likes and dislikes into the case." Hua Chong said: "She has a motive for committing the crime."

"Mr. Hua, we just met at noon." Meng Xiaoqin was brought to the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau, smiling calmly, but the corners of her lips were slightly stiff, "I remember you said that all the questions that should be asked have already been asked , why did you call me to the police station all of a sudden?"

Hua Chong got straight to the point, "A few days ago, someone found a female corpse near the Luoxi archaeological base. You know that."

"Yes. The place where the body was dug up is very close to our Daoqiao Road, and many people are talking about it."

"Then do you know her name?"

Meng Xiaoqin frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about this question quickly.

A few seconds later, she said, "I heard that the deceased's surname is Tang."

Hua Chong looked at her without saying a word.

Since Tang Su's body was discovered, the police have not released Tang Su's name to the public, but after several days of investigation, Tang Su's surname has actually been known to some people.Meng Xiaoqin lived on Daoqiao Road, so it was not surprising to know that the deceased's surname was Tang. If she denied it, it would be suspicious.

Obviously, what she was thinking about just now was not "what's the name of the deceased", but "should I say the name of the deceased".

The result of thinking is impeccable.

But the thinking itself is full of doubts.

Hua Chong asked again: "I only know her surname is Tang?"

"You..." Meng Xiaoqin said, looking at Hua Chong and Liu Zhiqin who was sitting on the other side, "Are you suspicious of what I have done? Someone on Daoqiao Road went to see the corpse, but I am very busy with work. Not at home, other than the fact that the deceased was a young woman named Tang, I don't know anything else."

Liu Zhiqin asked: "Then do you know a person named 'Tang Su'?"

When Meng Xiaoqin heard that name, Meng Xiaoqin's pupils suddenly tightened, and all the flustered expressions fell into Hua Chong's eyes.

"I..." She held her hands under the table tightly together, her palms were sweating, and she seemed to be trying her best to calm herself down.

"I don't know you." Half a minute later, she said.

"I'll ask again." Hua Chong said, "Do you know the deceased Tang Su?"

Meng Xiaoqin swallowed twice, the lines of her neck tightened.

"Mr. Police, what do you mean?" Meng Xiaoqin raised his voice, "I have nothing to do with the case, so there is no reason for you to press me so hard."

"Meng Xiaoqin, you know Tang Su." Hua Chong took out two physical evidence bags and pushed them in front of Meng Xiaoqin, "Not only did you know each other, but you also sent her a homemade Beimanshan postcard four years ago. "

On the interrogation table, there were postcards taken from Tang Su's photo frame, and a photo of Meng Xiaoqin provided by the small workshop in Toushan Town.

Meng Xiaoqin's expression became extremely surprised in an instant, fear and surprise were all condensed in her eyes.She covered her mouth, her fingers kept shaking, and her shoulders heaved and fell.

"You know her." Hua Chong said, "The 'a piece of celery' on the postcard is you."

Meng Xiaoqin's eyes suddenly turned red, and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Hua Chong in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Tang, is Tang Su 'Su Su'? Is it 'Sea Tide'? She, is she the victim?"

Liu Zhiqin narrowed his eyes with a solemn expression.

"I don't know!" Meng Xiaoqin said as she raised her hand to support her forehead, she kept shaking her head, tears rolled down her face, and big drops fell on the table, "It's actually her...why, how could it be her!"

Hua Chong noticed something strange, but he could only continue to ask: "You wrote 'Susu' and her home address on the postcard, but you don't know her name is Tang Su?"

"She didn't say her name." Meng Xiaoqin wiped her tears, took a few deep breaths, as if digesting the sudden bad news, "We met on Weibo a few years ago, her ID is 'Sea Tide Sudden Passing', I like it very much The photos she took, after chatting with her for a few words, because we hit it off, we followed each other. She told me her name was 'Susu', and we all called her 'Susu' back then. I didn't know her surname was Tang, I don't know if 'Su' is a character in her real name, or just her screen name. I haven't contacted her for a long time, and I really didn't expect her to, she would be..."

Meng Xiaoqin started sobbing again.

The sad look made people feel that she was not only sad for what happened to her friend, but also afraid that the same tragedy would happen to herself.

But in Hua Chong's eyes, this scene was very strange.

Knowing that a netizen who has lost contact with him has passed away, normal people will indeed be shocked and then sad, but very few people are so emotional that they cry on the spot and their voices tremble.

What's more, this is the police station.

Hua Chong asked: "When you sent Tang Su a postcard, you knew that you were in the same city. Since you hit it off, didn't you make an appointment to meet after that? As for her, does she know that you are also in Los Angeles?"

Meng Xiaoqin sat blankly for a moment, seemed to manage to get her mood together, and shook her head, "I never told her that I was also in Los Angeles, and of course I never met."

"Why? You sent her a postcard, but she didn't return it?"

Meng Xiaoqin bit her lip, a dark light similar to resentment flashed across her eyes.

"No. I, I... I dare not tell her that I am also in Los Angeles. She has not sent me a postcard."

"As far as I know, sending pictures postcards to each other was very popular 4 years ago. Since you sent it to her, she has no reason not to send it to you." Hua Chong asked, "Why don't you tell her that you and she are both in Los Angeles?" ?”

"I'm very inferior." Meng Xiaoqin's voice suddenly became surprisingly calm, "When I saw her address, I knew she was rich. She lives in Qishanju, a famous villa area in Los Angeles. Me, I live in On Daoqiao Road, the most backward place in Los Angeles."

"The Internet is like a filter. I hide behind it, I can hide my birth and family background, and I can be friends with people like Susu who live in villas. But back to reality, without that filter, I'm just a poor woman living in a bungalow on Daoqiao Road."

Meng Xiaoqin sighed and smiled wryly, "I dare not tell her my address, let alone meet her in real life. Mr. Police, do you know that low self-esteem is actually another kind of self-esteem, I really don't have the courage to put aside the disguise of the Internet, To meet someone like her."

"You wrote in the postcard that the trip to Beiman Mountain was your first time traveling." Hua Chong said, "What happened after that? Where else did you go?"

"No more." Meng Xiaoqin lowered her head and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Later, I became more and more busy with work, and I couldn't find time to travel at all. And even if I travel poorly, I spend a lot of money, and I don't have a lot of money."

"4 years ago, you deleted Weibo, and changed the name of Weibo to a string of letters with unknown meaning. Why?"

Meng Xiaoqin lowered her head, her eyes were blocked by the shadow of her forehead hair and eyelashes, "There is no particular reason. Playing Weibo is actually a waste of time, and I am busy. Over time, I found it boring, so I deleted Weibo, follow, and fans. Never again."

"Did you know that Tang Su changed Weibo?"

"I don't know. Since I stopped using Weibo, I haven't contacted my former netizens." Meng Xiaoqin raised her eyes and looked at Hua Chong: "I don't know why you guys doubt me. I sent postcards to Susu. It happened 4 years ago. Just based on this postcard, you think I have something to do with her death? I have no grievances with her, why should I kill her?"

Hua Chong was unmoved, "Where were you on the night of January 1 this year?"

Meng Xiaoqin bit her lower lip and smiled wryly, "A day more than two months ago, let you recall, do you remember where you were at that time?"

"Well, don't say more than two months ago, just say not long ago." Hua Chong asked again: "March 2, Friday night, where are you?"

"I went home after get off work." Meng Xiaoqin dodged her eyes, the sweat on the tip of her nose was very obvious under the light, "I've been at home all the time."

"Who can prove it?"

"my family."

Meng Xiaoqin pronounced the word "family" very lightly, almost out of breath.

"The search warrant has been applied for, and Qu Zhi has brought people to Meng Xiaoqin's house." Hua Chong sighed a little. When the investigation of Xu Yujiao's case was first started, the Serious Crime Squad went to Meng's house once, but that time it was only Yi Sanghai's. Speak, take out the knife from the crack in the brick.

The terrace was very windy, he smoked a cigarette, and the fire was not lit for a long time.

Liu Zhiqin stood beside him, folded his right hand to block the wind, "Meng Xiaoqin is very cunning, Deputy Qu may not be able to find key evidence."

"Are you sure it's her?" Hua Chong exhaled white smoke, leaning against the railing with empty eyes.

Liu Zhiqin also leaned against the railing, "I haven't found anyone more suspicious than her since the investigation of the case. Flower Team, have you noticed that she has been 'acting' since we took out the postcard."