The lingering fragrance of cold tea permeated between the lips and teeth, Wen Xu put down the teacup with a bitter face, and smiled honestly: "I don't know how to drink tea, no matter how good the tea is, it will be bitter in my mouth."

Qian Yi's expression was calm, he put the teapot beside him, and sat upright: "Does the matter between Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin have anything to do with Wendong?"

"Yes." Wen Xu moved forward, "Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin wrapped the tape for an unreasonable amount of time. No matter how I think about it, I can't rationalize this behavior. I just think about it from a different angle."

"What angle?"

"Mr. Qian, for example, the two of us. If you want to kill me with your bare hands, what would you do?"

"Find something to hit the head hard, or strangle you by the neck."

"By the way, this is the correct posture to kill with bare hands." Wen Xu's eyes sparkled, and he looked a little excited, "But, neither Yang Jun nor Cheng Shuanglin's head was hurt, nor was their neck, so they were fighting. No one wants to kill anyone."

"Mr. Wen, as I said just now, there may be no killing intent during the fight, but after the fight, people are not calm."

"That's right, but don't forget about the tape. If you want to kill the other party on impulse, do you still have the idea to wrap the tape under such extreme emotions?"

Qian Yi frowned again.

Wen Xu went on to say: "I found that there were traces of tape wrapped on the backs of the two of their hands, and you'll know what's going on after you try it a little."

Wen Xu picked up the napkin at hand and rolled it into a rope shape, handed it to Qian Yi, and then clasped his hands together: "It's like a napkin is tape, you come to wrap my hands."

Qian Yi no longer needed to do this experiment, because he understood what Wen Xu meant.Immediately he was a little surprised and said, "You mean, their hands were tied?"

"Yes, both hands are tied. In this way, the previous doubts can be solved."

"What question?"

Wen Xu raised a finger: "First, why did the two of them fight each other in an abandoned building in the suburbs." He stretched out a second finger, "Second, what is the purpose of wrapping the tape on?"

Qian Yi's eyes half-closed subconsciously, staring at Wen Xu.

Wen Xu gestured with his hands, and said: "The place where the fight was not the scene of the murder. The two of them fought in another place, but they were caught. The person who caught them tied their hands with tape and brought them to In an abandoned building in the suburbs."

Qian Yi's expression remained the same, waiting for Wen Xu's next words.

"The people who took them must have a purpose. Maybe they wanted to find something and take them to the outskirts for a good start, because even if they shouted at the top of their voices, no one would hear them. In the end, those people achieved their purpose. Killed Cheng Shuanglin and blamed Yang Jun. And..."

"Mr. Wen, this is wrong." Qian Yi interrupted Wen Xu's analysis softly, "Why did you blame Yang Jun? Won't Yang Jun explain the situation to the police? Don't think that the police can't find out the truth, now Technology is so advanced that there is almost no case that cannot be solved."

Wen Xu smiled and shook his head: "That's the problem. If I were Yang Jun, the first thing I would think of would be to avenge Cheng Shuanglin. Whether it's explaining clearly to the police, or fleeing the scene to find a chance to kill him, anyway, I will Will not commit suicide. But what if Yang Jun stabs Cheng Shuanglin's heart with a knife in his hand?"

Qian Yi's eyes wandered left and right, and then he clicked his tongue: "Your statement is contradictory."

"It's not contradictory, it's just that you didn't expect it." As he said that, Wen Xu picked up a chopstick and held it in his hand, and nodded his wrist again, "At that time, someone stuffed a knife into his hand and forced him to hold the knife. He pressed down hard, it should be said that he pressed his hand very hard, and he watched the knife in his hand kill Cheng Shuanglin."

Speaking of this, the warm voice trembled a little.

The atmosphere in the private room was oppressive and tense, and on a street not far away, the atmosphere in the car under the shade trees was equally tense.

Hearing Wen Xu's analysis from the public release, Xiao Qi looked at Hua Xin in surprise: "Is that so?"

Hua Xin frowned tightly: "At first, Wen Xu and I thought that Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin had a knife wrapped in tape, and Qian Yi's people forced them to fight each other, and Yang Jun's knife accidentally stabbed Cheng Shuanglin. "

"Isn't it?"

"No." Hua Xin's two hands were joined together, palms against palms, "According to the traces left by the tape on the back of the hands, both hands are wrapped. For a knife, the tip of the knife must be inclined upward. According to the autopsy report, the surface of the fatal wound and the wound inside the corpse are inclined, with the skin as the horizontal line, and the blade that penetrated the internal organs is inclined ten centimeters downward, neither to the left Crooked, not to the right, a straight line drooped five centimeters."

Xiaoqi made a knife with his hands and tried to measure the angle.

"What's the problem?"

"During the experiment, I tried to stab his heart. At that time, my shoulders had to be shrugged to the limit, and the tiger's mouth was completely facing him. This posture was useless at all, and it was very funny."

Xiao Qi rubbed the center of his brows, imagining various angles in his mind.

As Hua Xin said, when the palms of the hands are facing each other, the hands are bound by tape. To stab the heart of a person who is the same height as myself, the angle is really tricky, and the posture is really ridiculous. The key is that there is no way to exert great force. However, whether it is a left oblique stab or a slightly oblique stab, the wound inside the corpse will be inclined to the left and right sides, but the autopsy report says that it is inclined five centimeters downward.

Xiao Qi put his hands together, twisted left and right and reversed, quickly twisted into a twist, but he didn't manage to make the wound slant down five centimeters in the corpse.

Hua Xin lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and her long eyelashes drooped down, hiding the complicated eyes inside.

Xiao Qi asked: "Even so, it doesn't prove that Cheng Shuanglin wasn't killed by Yang Jun. You just ruled out one possibility."

Hua Xin exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with a little distress: "Wen Xu has been holding on to the fingerprints on the murder weapon, he is really stubborn."

"Has stubbornness yielded results?"

Hua Xin smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up just right, neither reserved nor ostentatious.He said: "In the beginning, I suspected that Cheng Shuanglin touched the blade after being stabbed, because his fingerprints were detected on the blade."

Xiao Qi didn't understand what this could mean.

"Do you still remember the photos of the scene? The blade was completely pierced into the body, leaving only the handle outside. How did Cheng Shuanglin touch the blade after being stabbed?"

Xiao Qi raised her eyebrows: "Are you wrong?"

"It's not that I didn't miss it." Hua Xin said calmly, "Just correct it in time, don't worry about such small details."

Xiao Qi rolled her eyes annoyed.

Hua Xin glanced at his wristwatch and said, "That knife indeed belonged to Yang Jun, but he used it for self-defense instead of killing someone. At that time, the two of them were fighting when they were suddenly blocked by a group of people. Juncai showed the knife to resist, but Cheng Shuanglin was very rational, and he put his hand on the knife to stop Yang Jun, and the fingerprints were left at that time."

"Then there must be many people on the other side."

"Including Qian Yi that night, there were a total of eight people, which is indeed a lot." Hua Xin said with a sullen face, "And everyone was wearing gloves, so no fingerprints were left."

"Wait." Xiao Qi hurriedly stopped, "According to what you said, isn't there no evidence?"

"From the physical evidence alone, there is indeed no evidence. But Wen Xu said that he found it."

"What evidence?"

Hua Xin gritted her teeth angrily: "He didn't say anything."

"Hahaha, I didn't tell you, Boss Hua, you didn't run away from home because of this, did you?"

Boss Hua glanced at Xiao Qi with disgust: "Can we have a good chat?

Xiao Qi covered her mouth and waved her hands: "Don't talk about this, can you? Change the subject, why does Wen Xu use bluffing things?"

"I want to know too."

"puff."

Boss Hua directly dusted the cigarette ash on Xiao Qi's body.

On the other hand, Wen Xu also finished talking about the contradiction between the murder weapon and fingerprints, and Qian Yi had the same opinion as Xiao Qi, thinking that even so, it did not mean that Yang Jun did not kill Cheng Shuanglin.The implication couldn't be more obvious, come up with evidence.

"I have no evidence." Wen Xin said calmly and gently.

Xiaoqi in the car was really frightened: "Boss Hua, is your little assistant going to die? Frankly, there is no proof, Qian Yi will definitely not let him go."

"As an errand runner, can you shut up and listen quietly?"

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Qian Yi was very surprised, his eyes widened, and he asked, "You have no proof after talking for so long?"

"Yes, I have no evidence that can be sent to court to convict the murderer. To be clear, I have no way to prove that you ordered people to kill Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin."

Qian Yi's face suddenly turned pale, but his expression didn't change, but his eyes became much colder: "Mr. Wen, don't talk nonsense."

Wen Xu said unhurriedly: "Yang Jun joined Cheng Shuanglin's company after he was released from prison, but Qian Wendong seemed to think that they were not pleasing to the eye, so he secretly ruined their company. I met a few dubious people, and in a fit of rage, I ran to your house and stole something. That thing is very important to you, so important that you have to kill someone to silence it. You caught Yang Jun’s inmate Forced to find out the whereabouts of Yang Jun, and then took Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin to an abandoned construction site in the suburbs, and you asked them where the things were hidden, and then instructed your subordinates to force Yang Jun to kill Cheng Shuanglin."

Qian Yi's eyes were gloomy and cold, and he stared straight at Wen Xu: "Boy, you are so tired of working, how dare you arrange me!?"

Wen Xu looked back at Qian Yi without fear: "That night, there were eight of you in total, all wearing black down jackets with hats on them. Originally, you were going to kill Yang Jun, but someone called the police. Unfortunately, Yang Jun Jun couldn't think about it after several blows, so he committed suicide by jumping off the building."

How should I kill this kid?With a knife or a gun?Buried alive or sunk in the sea?

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In the next chapter, let's see how Wen Xu made the old fox plead guilty.

Hua Xin: Can I say something?

Xiaoqi: Just listen honestly.

Rabbit: Meow~

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