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It turns out that there is nothing else.Not only is there nothing to prove that there is a rift in their relationship, but there are various objects that prove that their relationship is too good.

Lu Zhe was so ashamed because of that audio, so he hastily ended his evidence-searching journey, sat back in the car and played with his mobile phone. In fact, he didn't know how to play with his mobile phone. The above game was installed by Amber Wei. shooting game.Lu Zhe also couldn't understand the interface, anyway, click the biggest button to enter the game and shoot.

He entered the game to try out the feel, and began to hate the characters on the interface.Lu Zhe had good eyesight and steady hands, but for some reason he couldn't hit anyone. He drew outlines all over the body, and was finally shot in the head by someone else.

Lu Zhe started the next round with a blank face, still in the same situation.However, as if he didn't feel it, he still played the game, as if it didn't matter to him whether he could hit someone or not.

After playing three rounds, Lu Zhe turned off the game.

He leaned back on the back seat and stared at the roof of the car quietly, his mind kept replaying the scene in the game just now.Lu Zhe was sure that he aimed, but why... why he couldn't hit it.

Although he was a little irritable in his mind, Lu Zhe still leaned in silently. It was not the first time he knew that there was something wrong with his marksmanship, but every time he faced it seriously, he was still embarrassed.

After waiting for a short time, An Baiwei and Yu Feng walked over from a short distance while discussing. They were so close that Lu Zhe could hear that they were about to quarrel.

"Love killing, I guess it's love killing." Yu Feng said.

"Nonsense, is there any evidence?" Amber rolled his eyes slightly.

"I really can't think of another possibility."

"That's your small brain."

"If you want to talk about evidence, the half-burned photo under the table is evidence, right?"

"Then explain to me why only half of it was burned?"

Hearing their quarrel, Lu Zhe's brain ached. He pressed the window of the car and wanted to say something. Suddenly, he saw the license plates of several cars not far away. The flash of inspiration just now appeared in his mind again.

"What is Lan Shaoqi's license plate number?" Lu Zhe asked Yu Feng while lying on the car window.

"27AFT." Yu Feng opened his mouth and came.

Sure enough, I was right.Lu Zhe spread his hands: "There is a very coincidental coincidence here. Fang Tang's pronunciation is very similar to Lan Shaoqi's license plate number."

Yu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then thoughtfully said: "When you say that, I also remembered that the license plate number can be customized, and if Lan Shaoqi deliberately customizes Fang Tang's name, it means that their relationship will be different." ...is there no big problem?"

In the end, even he himself doubted what he said: "No, I'm a little dizzy. Now we're locking in Lan Shaoqi as a suspect, why do I think he's a good man again after searching the house."

Amber Witt gave him a contemptuous look: "Don't forget, we haven't even confirmed the identity of the deceased so far. Let's go back and confirm whether Fang Tang has anything to do with the deceased."

Yu Feng took a deep breath: "If I remember correctly, the height of that corpse is not much different from Fang Tang's, right?"

As soon as these words came out, An Baiwei and Lu Zhe fell silent at the same time. Before a definite result came out, they would rather not speculate than put Fang Tang's name on the deceased.

"You just said that Lan Shaoqi's license plate number is 27AFT?" An Baiwei suddenly frowned, "Er Qi, why do I think Er Qi is so familiar..."

"The man who died in the fire was hacked 27 times." Lu Zhe took the words with difficulty.

An Bai slightly closed his eyes. If the last two digits of Lan Shaoqi's license plate represent Fang Tang, what does the A in the middle mean?Does it represent "love"?What about 27?

He muttered words, and subconsciously swiped his fingers on the car window a few times. At a certain moment, An Baiwei was startled: "Er Qi...it's 27, Lan Shaoqi's name, there are 27 strokes in total!"

Yu Feng's whole body was terrified, and goose bumps immediately rose up. An Baiwei was also shocked by this coincidence and took a deep breath, and said to Yu Feng in disbelief: "I think we need to count the knife wounds on the corpse again. , if you can, take a few bird's-eye views of the corpse."

……

The results of Fang Tang's identity investigation came out. There is indeed such a person in the world, but there is nothing under his name. If it wasn't for his ID card, Yu Feng would even suspect that this person is not a fake.

Since five years ago, he has not registered anything with his ID card, and even Mayfly Media is just the name of Lan Shaoqi and Yi Bo.

He is like a transparent person, living only in Lan Shaoqi's photos.

Yu Feng tried to investigate his parents, and the clues he got were scattered and very limited. His father is currently residing abroad and runs a small coffee shop. His mother passed away due to illness a few years ago. , Fang Tang is like an unattended child, only leaning on Lan Shaoqi's side.

What's more, Fang Tang didn't have his own social circle and friends circle, he didn't even have a mobile phone number or any communication tool, Yu Feng had no choice but to stare blankly at a clean ID card.

At the same time, the interrogation of Lan Shaoqi continued. Day and night, several policemen tirelessly fought with him.When Lu Zhe saw Lan Shaoqi again, his spirit was a little weak, and dark circles appeared under his eyes, but he kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word.

On the third day, Lu Zhe applied to Yu Feng to interrogate Lan Shaoqi again, and it was a separate interrogation.

When Lu Zhe walked in, the policemen in charge of the joint interrogation just came out. They were not in good spirits and looked tired. They patted Lu Zhe on the shoulder to express their sympathy.

"Brother, come on, it's up to you."

Lu Zhe looked down at the few photos clutched in his hands, and he felt that Lan Shaoqi would definitely speak today.

When he saw Lu Zhe walk into the interrogation room, Lan Shaoqi raised his eyes a little. He was completely different from when he first came in. His hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot. But he still managed to stay awake, even showing a faint smile when he saw it was Lu Zhe.

"Don't be on guard against me, just chat casually." Lu Zhe sat down, "Isn't it hard these few days?"

"Yes." Lan Shaoqi's voice was a little hoarse, and he probably didn't even drink a few sips of water.

"But you know it clearly, if you tell what you know, you won't have to suffer." Lu Zhe tapped the table lightly, once or twice, sometimes rhythmically and sometimes very chaotically, which was especially harsh in the quiet interrogation room.

Lan Shaoqi frowned slightly, and then quickly relaxed: "I've told you everything I know, and it's you who think I'm not telling the truth."

"At least I know you're not telling the truth." Lu Zhe suddenly lowered his voice, stared straight at Lan Shaoqi and said, "Perhaps we can talk about the situation of the corpse at the back of Quehua Mountain. How much do you know?"

Lan Shaoqi smiled wearily: "I don't know anything."

Still refused to say.

Lu Zhe pursed his lips, lowered his head and flipped through the photos in his hand, and put them away again after a while—he still decided to give Lan Shaoqi another chance.

"27AFT is your license plate number." Lu Zhe said.

Lan Shaoqi nodded without any objection.

"Please explain what this means."

"What's the meaning of the license plate number?" Lan Shaoqi laughed, "It's a random number."

Lu Zhe narrowed his eyes, and for the first time in the three days of interrogation, he put Lan Shaoqi's precious name on the surface and said, "Do you know Fang Tang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Shaoqi's fingers twitched unconsciously, and he shook his head silently and briefly.

"Then you always remember this photo, right?" Lu Zhe picked out one of several photos, and gently pushed in Lan Shaoqi's direction.It was a photo of going out for fun. The two of them were under a very thick tree. Lan Shaoqi was in front and Fang Tang was behind. The young man put his arms around his neck and put his head on Lan Shaoqi's shoulder intimately, smiling Gentle and brilliant.

Lan Shaoqi only glanced at the photo and then lowered his head, never looking up at the photo again.

"You and Fang Tang have known each other since high school, right? Later you went to the same university, joined the same company, and even lived and ate in the villa." Lu Zhe said softly and slowly, "From the photos, we can tell It can be seen how much he likes you. Mr. Lan, you love him very much too."

Lan Shaoqi remained silent.

"The combination lock of the villa is Fang Tang's birthday, your computer password is also Fang Tang's birthday, and even the license plate number is a low-key declaration that you love Fang Tang..." Lu Zhe took a deep breath, "Not long ago, the forensic doctor I just concluded that, judging from his facial features, the person who died in the fire was Fang Tang. You love him so much, why are you indifferent in the face of his death?"

Lan Shaoqi still didn't say a word.

"Since you refuse to speak, I can only guess." Lu Zhe said in a word, "Let's assume that there is something wrong with the relationship between you and Fang Tang, but as I said just now In that way, after so many days of the accident, you still haven't changed everything about him, even the photos in that room are neatly arranged, so can I be sure that you still love him?"

"In addition, Wang Zhuo's wife, Cui Ning, said that Wang Zhuo had a recorder with him when he went to Huashan that night, but it was later confirmed that most of the contents of the recorder were erased. Had a person similar to you, did you go to the hospital to transfer the contents of the recorder that day? If you were not still reading Fang Tang, would you care so much about the contents of that recorder?"

"On the night of October 13th, the murder weapon was found at the scene of the fire. It was the ax that killed Fang Tang. The fingerprints on it were neither Wang Zhuo's nor yours, but Fang Tang's own. Why? ?”

"Besides, on Fang Tang's body, in addition to the fatal wound, there are 27 bloody wounds, and your name has a total of 27 strokes. From the perspective of the dead body, the 27 knives form a regular pattern. It's the three words 'Lan Shaoqi', from this point of view, does the murderer want to take revenge on you, or do you want to take revenge on Fang Tang?"

"Also, after Fang Tang died, why did Wang Zhuo set the fire? Why did the murderer make Fang Tang put his hands together? Who is he praying for?"

"Mr. Lan, in your words, I heard you say 'no, I never loved him' twice. This him should be Fang Tang. Let us believe that you have no feelings for him, but think about it carefully, you Will be with a person who has no feelings for so many years?"

"In the end, we all know that Fang Tang has had a good life these past few years, but whether it's a car or a house, why hasn't his ID card registered anything? What is his mode of getting along with you?"

Lu Zhe made the concluding remarks softly.

"In September this year, you were still praising Fang Tang's delicious food. But now, you can't eat it anymore."

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