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Jiang Zhuo asked Zhang Ting: "Do you know where you bought the cake from?

Zhang Ting said: "How can a cake shop sell this kind of cake? There will be no business at all. It is Cheng Yan who bought the raw materials and mounted the flowers. The patterns and so on should be designed by himself."

It was designed by Cheng Yan himself... If so, is Miao Hanliang's idea for the picture of the ghost cake plagiarized from him?

If this is the case, the two must know each other, and maybe they have a good relationship, so why... Neither the investigation of the private detective nor the information given to him by Huo Yan showed that there was a relationship between the two. With any intersection?

Before Jiang Zhuo came, he thought about whether Zhang Ting was a reborn person.At the very least, he is now sentenced to life imprisonment for accidentally killing Cheng Ming, which already meets the condition of killing someone.

But now he thinks about it again, a person who has experienced death and lived again, no matter at which point he is reborn, it is impossible to be willing to be content with the status quo, allowing himself to experience all the pain of the previous life intact, Then go to death.Judging from Zhang Ting's performance, if he was a reborn person, he would not have reacted like this at this moment.

Jiang Zhuo wrote a few strokes in a notebook, and then asked the next question:

"Since no one eats the cake, the missing half is all on the bed. Was it used by you for...entertainment?"

He didn't know how to word it. The word "entertainment" naturally refers to the kind of content that needs to be thought deeply.But in fact, when Jiang Zhuo asked this question, he already had his own judgment in mind.

——One thing, if you dislike its shape so much that you don't want to enter it, then it is unlikely to apply it on the body to make it in close contact with the skin.

Sure enough, Zhang Ting said: "I don't know. I didn't even touch the cake from the beginning to the end. Only another friend of Cheng Wen took two bites and left it there. In the end, it was almost complete before I fell asleep." .”

Jiang Zhuo said: "But there were a lot of cake crumbs and cream on Cheng Wen's body, if it wasn't for you, then—"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, Zhang Ting suddenly approached Jiang Zhuo, and whispered: "Officer Jiang, I want to ask you a question."

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at him, then raised his chin slightly at Zhang Ting, motioning for him to say.

His face was very cold, but his delicate eyebrows and eyes neutralized this lonely temperament. Zhang Ting looked at Jiang Zhuo and asked, "Are you gay?"

Jiang Zhuo: "...?"

All his thoughts were focused on that damned cake, he never thought that the murderer in front of him would suddenly ask himself such a question in turn, because it was too unfamiliar, he even hesitated for a moment.

His brain went through a reaction process of "gay just likes men and doesn't like women", and he "has never liked women but he doesn't like men either", so "I'm not gay", and then said: "No."

This hesitation seemed to Zhang Ting to be covering up something. He misunderstood Jiang Zhuo's meaning, raised his eyebrows playfully, and said, "My private life is quite chaotic, and men and women take it all. Of course, I usually look for men. The number of times is a little more, after all, dating women is more expensive, but one thing needs to be explained, I am a 1, and so is Cheng Yan, so it is impossible for us to be together."

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Zhang Ting said: "There are so many people in the world. People who spend a lot of money are willing to sleep with you. I can't make it up to force my buddies. We don't have this kind of relationship. Why bother ourselves just to make a date?"

Jiang Zhuo took out his mobile phone and searched silently for a while. He probably understood what Zhang Ting meant, and said, "But the autopsy report showed that there was your semen in his body."

Zhang Ting was silent.

Jiang Zhuo put his arms on the table, leaned forward, and said to him: "I can feel that there seems to be other secrets in this case, if you are willing to cooperate well and contribute to the investigation of the relevant insider, I can help you apply for a commutation of sentence..."

Before the end of this sentence was completely over, Zhang Ting suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Zhuo's wrist. The prison guard standing not far away was shocked when he saw this, and hurried over, but saw that Jiang Zhuo was not overly aggressive. In response, he stopped again.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on."

Zhang Ting lowered his voice, and his tone became a little anxious because of this: "I am not a murderer, I really am not a murderer, I did not kill people... When I opened my eyes the next morning, he had already passed away! That night I Never had sex with anyone."

He clenched his hands very tightly, as if he wanted to crush Jiang Zhuo's wrist, and his eyes seemed to contain two flames, staring closely at his face.

"I'm really wronged, you believe me!"

As if the heart-wrenching state when he came out just now was just a layer of protection, Zhang Ting finally spoke his mind at this moment.

When he was just arrested, he might not have tried to defend himself, but all the evidence pointed to Zhang Ting alone, and he couldn't say "you trust me" to these certified physical evidence.

Until Jiang Zhuo came out of the prison, Zhang Ting's expression still echoed in his mind when he said these words, eager, longing, and faintly desperate madness.His wrist is still burning hot, which is the leftover feeling after being held vigorously as a life-saving straw.

He suddenly remembered that three years after his father's death, several people from the investigation team had come to Jiang's house to talk to his grandfather. Jiang Zhuo was taken by Aunt Jiao to watch the little rabbits grazing alone in the garden in front of the yard.

The conversation didn't seem to be very pleasant, and after less than half an hour, those people came out.

One of the men walked up to him, squatted down with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Zhuo's rabbit. The little rabbit was picked up by Jiang Zhuo and walked away, looking at him very vigilantly.

"Don't be afraid, uncle is your father's good friend."

The man had a warm smile on his face, but there was something very unpleasant in his eyes: "Your name is... Jiang Zhuo, right? Does Zhuo Zhuo miss Dad?"

Jiang Zhuo stared at the man with wide eyes, but ignored him.Jiang Lao, who didn't go out to see off the guests, pushed open the door, strode into the garden, bent down and hugged Jiang Zhuo and the rabbit in his arms.

"Officer Han, I have finished what I have to say, please leave immediately." Mr. Jiang warned him sharply, "No matter how many times you come to the door, I have nothing to say about the map. My son was wronged!"

——He believed so firmly, but how difficult it was to prove it.

"Xiao Zhuo!"

Suddenly there was a sound of urgent horn honking, followed by someone yelling his name, Jiang Zhuo looked up, just in time to see a big truck rushing towards him, and then his waist was hooped, Pull it backwards.

Screaming brakes sounded, the truck hit a big tree and stopped, and the person holding Jiang Zhuo behind him was Yun Suchuan.

Just now, a large truck lost control when it rushed down the slope, and hit the curb, and the direction happened to be coming towards Jiang Zhuo.Yun Suchuan's car was parked crookedly on the side of the road, the door was still open, obviously he rushed out in an emergency.

He almost watched Jiang Zhuo being crushed into a pulp, he was very frightened, pressed his shoulders and looked up and down, seeing that he was fine, the anger surged up all of a sudden accompanied by fear.

"What are you thinking! You didn't even hear the noise of the truck rushing down?"

Jiang Zhuo rubbed the center of his brows, thinking that this was a sudden disaster, and sighed: "It's really not."

Yun Suchuan stared at him for a moment, but he didn't know what to do, and muttered, "You're going to piss me off."

When he said this, his tone had softened, and he brushed away a strand of hair hanging from Jiang Zhuo's forehead, and asked: "What happened again, that made you so distraught. Did you suffer from heat stroke? I I'll buy you a bottle of water."

After he finished these few words, his tone was softer than the last sentence, Jiang Zhuo grabbed Yun Suchuan's arm with his backhand, preventing him from going to buy water: "I didn't have heat stroke, but something really happened... get in the car, get in the car and talk .”

Yun Suchuan said helplessly: "Brother, the traffic police are here. What kind of car are you in? Let's cooperate with the investigation first... The driver of the truck is the same, what are you bumping into? I really owe a lesson."

To put it bluntly, Jiang Zhuo can’t blame Jiang Zhuo for thinking while walking, he was walking well on the sidewalk, but just in time for the tired driver who drove the truck, he didn’t stop the car when turning the corner, so he bumped into the curb .

Fortunately, no one was injured except the big willow tree, which was a bit unlucky.

After a brief communication, Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan got into the car.

"I went to the special case team to look for you. I heard that you came to the Fifth Prison, so I came to have a look. Huo Yan told me about Cheng Yan's case."

Yun Suchuan glanced sideways at Jiang Zhuo, saw that he looked normal, and was pressing his phone on the co-pilot, and then continued: "I guess you saw Zhang Ting, the murderer who killed Cheng Wen. Didn't you?" What did you find?"

Jiang Zhuo exited the search interface, twirled the phone in his palm, stuffed it into his pocket, and answered Yun Suchuan's question: "I was thinking about something just now."

Yun Suchuan raised his eyebrows: "?"

Jiang Zhuo asked him very seriously: "You said that when two men are dating, when they go to bed, the one on the top must be on the top, and the one on the bottom must be on the bottom? Will it be changed? If it must be changed, will it be changed?" Will there be conflicts? Is this important?"

When these words came out of Jiang Zhuo’s mouth, the horror effect was 100%. Yun Suchuan shook his hand holding the steering wheel. Just at this moment, a puppy ran past the car, and he quickly Stepping on the brakes, the car came to a sudden stop.

Jiang Zhuo's body then leaned forward, and was pulled back by the seat belt. He doubted whether it was written in the almanac that he committed all kinds of cars today.

Jiang Zhuo: "My God, what are you excited about?"

Yun Suchuan was also very unbelievable: "What did you say just now, who taught you?"

The feeling in his heart was very strange, and he always felt that Jiang Zhuo asked himself this question was very inconsistent.Jiang Zhuo has been emotionally slow since he was a child. It's not that he doesn't understand, but Yun Suchuan felt that Jiang Zhuo would disdain or even reject such matters, but the other party's attitude was very peaceful, which disturbed his emotions.

Jiang Zhuo said: "Brother, have you misunderstood something...I'm talking about the case."

Yun Suchuan had just been to the special case team, guessing that he had read Huo Yan's materials, Jiang Zhuo roughly told Yun Suchuan what Zhang Ting said in prison just now, and said:

"So I was thinking, is there another person playing tricks at the party that day? This person should be a man who is also interested in the same sex, or a 1. He is the one who forced a relationship with Cheng Ming and killed him The real murderer. It's just that the semen thing is not easy to explain."

After he finished speaking, he saw Yun Suchuan leaning on the driver's seat, his hands on the car window, silent, so he elbowed him and said, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

Yun Suchuan looked back at Jiang Zhuo, said "Oh" like a dream, and said, "I heard it. I was thinking that the premise of your guess is already based on the fact that Zhang Ting is not the murderer." ?”

After so many years, they have no way to conduct an autopsy or investigate the scene. They can only analyze and infer from the words of the witnesses at the time. Jiang Zhuo said: "He told me that he was wronged. Of course, I don't mean to say that based on this sentence It can be concluded that Zhang Ting is not the murderer, but at least at this point, there must be a lot of hidden things in the case, if you want to investigate, you have to think from a different angle."

Yun Suchuan said: "I think, if the murderer is someone else, Cheng Wen's death is more like revenge. Killing him and putting the blame on Zhang Ting, both of them are ruined. The driving force for doing this If it's not sex but hatred, then the murderer doesn't necessarily like men, maybe he just wants to humiliate Cheng Wen?"

A total of four men and three women attended the party that day. Besides Cheng Wen and Zhang Ting, there were indeed two other men who were found innocent after repeated interrogations and investigations.A long time has passed now, and both of them have gone abroad. Jiang Zhuo tried to contact them, but they were still unable to contact them.

He said: "Although Miao Hanliang did not attend the party, I still think he is very suspicious."

Yun Suchuan glanced at him, started the car, turned the steering wheel with both hands, and turned the car back in the direction it came from: "Then let's go find him."

The investigation of Miao Hanliang and the attempt to reverse the case of Cheng Fan were all carried out by Jiang Zhuo in private, and he did not report it without conclusive evidence.Unexpectedly, this time the two of them went downstairs to Miao Hanliang's house, but found several police cars parked there. From a distance, they seemed to be people from the Municipal Bureau.

Yun Suchuan was surprised and said: "What's the matter, the efficiency over there is high enough. Could it be that the murder of this guy has been exposed?"

It's a pity that he didn't guess right this time.

—— Miao Hanliang is dead.

The scene of the crime was in Miao Hanliang's studio. The time of death was between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] am. The cause of death is still unclear.

Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan exchanged a few words with the people from the Municipal Bureau, and then squeezed away the onlookers to enter the door. As soon as they entered Miao Hanliang's house, they felt a wave of heat.

It was already July at this time, and the weather was already hot. In addition, Miao Hanliang's house did not turn on the air conditioner, and a group of people squeezed inside, as if they were forced into a can, and it was very difficult to breathe.

But the physical discomfort was not the point. Everyone who saw Miao Hanliang's body felt a wave of rejection from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, he was lying horizontally in his study room. There were no scars on his body, but his face was covered with white cream, covering all his facial features. If he stood at a little distance away, he would look like flesh and blood It turned out to be like a flower, which was very disgusting.

The scariest part is not here, but in front of Miao Hanliang's body, there is still an unfinished painting.

Jiang Zhuo doesn't understand these things created by their artists. He didn't see any clever intentions in the painting. He only knew that it painted a half-naked lazy woman lying on her side on the couch in front of the French window, facing the Looking out the window at the setting sun, the posture is leisurely, and there is a stack of cakes in hand.

Her figure is plump, concave and convex, and her lines are perfectly outlined. Only a few lines of cloth are half-covered in her private parts. The charm of this woman is enough to make any man breathe faster.But this kind of style was shrouded in a strange haze when it came to the murder scene.

——Miao Hanliang in the underground is exactly the same as the unknown woman in the painting, lying on her side!

After taking pictures to collect evidence, the forensic doctor carefully cleaned off the layer of cream on Miao Hanliang's face, and couldn't help but gasp.

The corners of Miao Hanliang's lips were slightly raised, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a smile of enjoyment and contentment on his face, which was exactly the same as that woman's expression of enjoying the food and the beautiful scenery.

A younger policeman was standing aside with a notebook in his hand. He couldn't help it anymore. He quietly raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He whispered: "This, this is too... What is the cause of death?"

The forensic doctor heard his words, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that almost slipped down the bridge of his nose, and replied: "Suffocation."

—Suffocation again?

When hearing these two words, Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan glanced at each other almost at the same time, Yun Suchuan made a gesture at Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Zhuo thought for a while, nodded slightly, and the former took two steps back , and then exited the room without attracting anyone's attention.

Jiang Zhuo stayed at the scene and continued to listen to the forensic doctor: "After preliminary identification, the deceased's trachea was blocked by the cake, causing difficulty in breathing and death due to lack of oxygen. The specific situation will not be known until after the examination."

The person who found Miao Hanliang's body was his wife, Shan Jing. According to a neighbor upstairs, she went downstairs just in time for Shan Jing to come back from the outside and was taking the key to open the door of her own house. When he walked down the stairs completely, he heard a hysterical scream from the other party.

The neighbor hurried over to check and saw the scene in the room. Shan Jing passed out on the ground, and he immediately called the police.

The person leading the team from the Municipal Bureau was surnamed Wang. He was thinking about the case when he saw Jiang Zhuo walking towards him.

The two had dealt with each other before, so they knew each other. Captain Wang shook hands with Jiang Zhuo and asked, "Chief Jiang, is the special case team coming to take over this case?"

Jiang Zhuo's position is a special commissioner, and he had two years of work experience before he formally joined the job, so when he joined the special case team, he was treated at the official level. Captain Wang called him according to his rank, after all, he should be fluent.

Jiang Zhuo smiled and said: "The case just happened, how could it be so fast, I came here for a little personal matter... Miao Hanliang should be counted as a murder case, right?"

Captain Wang smiled wryly: "I thought so too at first, but after checking the scene, I'm not sure anymore."

Before Jiang Zhuo and Yun Suchuan came over, they had already checked the crime scene.It was found that apart from Miao Hanliang himself, the neighbor and Shan Jing's footprints in the room, the door and windows showed no signs of being broken into.

In addition, Miao Hanliang's body has never been moved, it is normal as if he was really choked to death while eating cake.

Captain Wang said: "But this is what makes people suspicious, not to mention how he got the cream and cake crumbs all over his face, forensic doctor Zhao has checked just now, and Miao Hanliang's throat and trachea are blocked. Cake. If most people choke, the first reaction is to cough desperately, and it is impossible to continue eating, so theoretically speaking, it is impossible to block so much."

Jiang Zhuo folded his hands, looked at Miao Hanliang's body, and fell silent, but at this moment, a slightly excited voice broke the slightly dignified atmosphere between the two: "Captain Wang, I think I Maybe you know the cause of Miao Hanliang's death!"

Jiang Zhuo and Captain Wang looked at the sound at the same time, only to see that the young policeman who spoke was just now, and Captain Wang was surprised: "How do you know?"

"I tested it out."

The little policeman brought over a clean plate with a lump of rice on it - he had just asked for these two things from the neighbor across the door from Miao's house.

Then, under the inexplicable gaze of the two leaders, he put the plate on the ground, bent down generously, and tried to eat the rice inside, but before the food entered his mouth, his face was stained first.

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

"That's it." The young man with an experimental spirit stood up from the ground, took out a tissue to wipe off the rice grains on his face, and explained, "If you eat in this position, the first point will cause The food sticks to the face, without the assistance of both hands, the neck will definitely be more forceful during the eating process, so it is very easy to lose control of the amount after one bite. If the bite is too big, choking or choking into the trachea may occur ..."

Jiang Zhuo and Captain Wang didn't speak for a while, they were mainly stunned by this genius.

After a while, Jiang Zhuo tentatively asked: "So...the reason why Miao Hanliang wants to eat on the ground so that he can't even use his hands?"

The little policeman was stunned. Obviously, this question touched his blind spot of knowledge.