I received a bounce from a non-existent player

Liu Feng's brows visibly moved.

While I saw his expression clearly in my eyes, I realized one more thing - he never, and he didn't seem to intend to hurt me, but the trick of separating me and Jiang Heng was very successful. rise.

Maybe he wants to see Jiang Heng and I break up more than letting me die?Or maybe he wants to appreciate my ugly face that tears me down before killing me... like when he was rejected by his ex-girlfriend.

So I casually said: "What are you doing, disappointed?"

"No, it's just a pity that you still choose not to see the facts clearly." He sighed, "Can you tell me why?"

I smiled: "You want to know?"

His eyes explored: "All ears."

Looking at his appearance, I finally felt the pleasure of being in control in front of him: "Two reasons, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Lady's Choice."

"Then let's start with the command." I looked at him, "When you forged the chat records, you probably assumed that all the ghosts were as clear-minded as you from beginning to end, right?"

He shrugged slightly: "I don't know what you want me to admit."

"You don't need to admit it, it's enough that I think so." I continued, "Although the conductor was quite human when we first met, he lost his head when he finally broke down. When talking about the past, his demeanor was not normal, and he didn't seem to be able to control himself very much. If its death was really related to Jiang Heng, it should have been exposed when we first met. How could it be possible? Stay until the end." I don't believe that such a mindless monster can bear to kill its enemy for so long.

The doctor said "hmm" and didn't look at me. He just lowered his head and wiped the empty mortuary bed with his fingertips: "I don't seem to have said that your friend has something to do with the death of certain people? I just gave you a A small piece of evidence. How you interpret it is up to you."

I sighed, and said to myself that his hints were so obvious that they were almost written out on my face, and I was still insinuating that the problem was that I was too susceptible to hints. "How can you give me little evidence. Also, why do you like to push the problem to others so much?" I slowed down, "I guess. Because you still feel that others throw the problem You are someone else's problem, and you are not at fault at all?"

His eyes behind the mirror frame were lifted up, with sullenness and surprise in his eyes: "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just guessed casually." I was very innocent, and imitated his tone and replied, "Or did you understand something yourself?"

He looked at me and said nothing.

"I won't talk about this one, let's talk about the second one. Your psychological hints are good, but your common sense doesn't seem to be very sufficient." I said and raised my phone, and the chat record between Jiang Heng and the conductor was on the screen , "5 minute chat, from February 2th to March 28st?"

"I don't know what's wrong with that."

"Did you know that 2016 is a leap year and there is a 2th in February?"

After a moment of silence, he smiled appreciatively at me: "Yes, but I need to tell you two small things. First, I will not make such a mistake. I only leave you a tail because It's no fun if you believe without twists and turns."

I laughed: "Are you trying to say that you made a mistake on purpose?"

"That's true, believe it or not." He looked meaningless, "Second, I actually don't know anything about your affairs. I don't know who else is dead, let alone imitate your boyfriend so that the real one is— —I just provided the framework of the story. As for your boyfriend’s concealed tone and the conductor’s attitude towards him, you made up for it yourself.” His smile became more and more weird, “So, it can be said: I just let you Seeing what you've been worrying about yourself. These doubts are your own, not my fabrications."

I thought for a while: "So?"

"I just suggested you look at your phone, but you checked it anyway, and you saw what you've been thinking in your heart." He looked at me, "You're still suspicious...don't you?"

"Yes," I said readily, "I did doubt him before."

"That's right," he opened his eyes slightly, and smiled, "You really should..."

"But I don't doubt it anymore." I spread my hands, "The more you provoke us, the more I believe him."

He froze for a moment, then sighed, looking as if he was lamenting that my mud would not be able to support the wall: "Miss Qi, my evidence is false, can you be sure that he is a good person?"

"It doesn't matter whether your evidence is false or not. I just believe him. Even if I misjudged him, or even reaped the consequences, it is my fault. I admit it, and I am willing." I paused, "Liu Feng, Jiang and I Heng's relationship...is not as fragile as that between you and your girlfriend."

The eyes behind the glasses widened slightly; for the first time, cracks appeared on Liu Feng's usual decent smile.

"You already know." His eyes sank.

This is a declarative sentence.We have nothing to deal with each other, and we have directly entered the stage of tension.

"Of course I know. After all, I'm not like you. I can't get out of this hospital at all."

He looked at me sullenly.

"The one who made you a lot of money, and even bought the position of deputy director, is the black market offal business that you negotiated with the city hospital?" This kind of thing." Refers to a morgue with an empty stomach and a dead body stuffed with matches.

"Don't deprive me of some of my little hobbies." His tone was lazy, and his eyes made people feel cold.

"Then you asked me to pay attention to my health just because you were interested in my internal organs?" I asked.

"Of course...but that was before I knew about your condition. Broken internal organs can't be sold much, I don't want it." He glanced at my lower abdomen with a smile, and I felt a stomachache when I saw it.