Chasing the Mist

From the coffee shop, Yuan He walked towards Lin Yiran and Meng Jia with a double latte, and put it gently in front of them, "Drink coffee."

"Thanks." Meng Jia was not polite, picked it up and sipped it.

Lin Yiran cleared his throat and looked directly at Yuan He, "Brother Yuan, where were you on the night of April 4?"

Yuan Heduan paused his hand on the coffee cup, and his expression froze leisurely, "I...I'm at home, what's wrong?"

Lin Yiran was not in a hurry to expose it, and asked following his words, "With whom? At which house?"

Yuan He looked down at him, and sipped his coffee, "My sister and I are in Jiangcheng Garden, what are you asking for? You don't want to tell you all about the April itinerary, do you? By the way, why didn't Gu Xun come?"

Seeing Yuan He lying, Meng Jia put the coffee in his hand aside, immediately became serious, and turned to look at Lin Yiran, "Come on, let's go to Jiangcheng Garden and check the monitoring that night."

Lin Yiran got up very cooperatively, ready to go out.

Yuan He hurriedly pulled Lin Yiran back, and said with a smile, "Leave after drinking, and chat with Brother Yuan for a while, what's the rush?"

Lin Yiran bumped into Meng Jia from the corner of the eye, and sat back tacitly, "Brother Yuan, we are not outsiders, don't go around the bush, we found out that on the evening of April 4, you and Wu Shanshan were in Room 22 of the Linjiang Business Hotel. overnight."

Yuan He's face turned pale, extremely ugly, he raised his head to meet Shang Lin Yiran's dark eyes, "Your brother also knows?"

Lin Yiran nodded and said nothing.

"Mr. Yuan, why did you lie?" Meng Jia stared at him with sharp eyes.

Yuan He sighed, and after a while, he picked up the coffee in front of him and drank it down, "Wu Shanshan was in a bad mood these days, so she asked Zheng Yuan and me to have dinner, and Zheng Yuan couldn't leave due to overtime, so I had to go to the appointment alone. As someone who is also frustrated in love, it is inevitable to be depressed when chatting. I have a few more drinks, get distracted after drinking, and do wrong things for a while... I dare not tell the truth because I am afraid that Gu Xun will have thoughts about me. He grasped Lin Yiran's hand, "Xiaoran, although brother Yuan is not a gentleman, he really drank too much that day, you have to trust me."

Lin Yiran withdrew his hand and said officially, "What about after that?"

"After waking up the next day, we both regretted it very much and agreed to forget about it and pretend it never happened."

Meng Jia interjected: "What happened will definitely leave traces, and I will never forget it."

Yuan He sighed again, "This is true. After leaving the hotel, I feel very guilty. I feel sorry for Zheng Yuan, Gu Xun, and even more sorry for Shanshan. But the incident has happened. I can't help it. Shanshan and I don't like each other, so we can only Such deceit."

"Does Zheng Yuan know?" Lin Yiran said.

Yuan He shook his head and sneered, "How is it possible to let her know, if she knows, none of the three of us can think about it."

"Does anyone else know?"

Yuan He frowned and thought for a while, "I didn't say anything to anyone. I don't know where Wu Shanshan is. Anyway, before we left the hotel, we had already made an agreement for three chapters. Don't reveal it to anyone."

After the coffee in the cup was finished, he ordered another cold drink, "Why are you asking these questions? You don't suspect me of murdering people, do you?"

Wu Shanshan is dead, and no one can prove the authenticity of Yuan He's words. This possibility exists at present, and Lin Yiran and Meng Jia have not spoken.

Yuan He became anxious, and raised his voice, "Xiao Ran, you have known Brother Yuan for so long, you should understand that I don't even dare to kill a chicken, how can I kill someone?"

Lin Yiran: "We have a routine visit, don't be nervous, Brother Yuan."

"I'm not nervous...why am I nervous? I...I'm not afraid of being crooked in the shadow...You policemen are too imaginative. Shanshan and I have been friends for more than ten years. How could it be possible? Kill her by hand? You are wasting time on me, why don't you check Meng Fan, I heard from Shanshan that although he is young, he has a strong desire to control, and Shanshan is not allowed to contact other men. On the spur of the moment—to kill."

Yuan He paused for a while, and then said: "Meng Fan was not in a good mood that day, and he drank wine by himself at dinner, and no one talked to him. I heard Zheng Yuan said that when he was sleeping at night, he happened to see them chatting and arguing on their mobile phones. We have known each other for many years. My old friend, he is the only newcomer, if not him, who else would there be?"

After bidding farewell to Yuan He, Lin Yiran and Meng Jia rushed to the Polytechnic University to meet Meng Fan without stopping.

On the way, Meng Jia asked, "How reliable do you think Yuan He's words are?"

Lin Yiran looked at the street scene in early spring outside the car window, and shook his head. Yuan He's speech showed no obvious signs of lying, and the analysis of Meng Fan's motives for committing the crime was methodical, but Yuan He wanted to rekindle his old relationship with Zheng Yuan, and Zheng Yuan and Wu Shanshan is also a very good best friend, the one who is most afraid of leaking the news about the bloody plot of her best friend sleeping with her boyfriend is Yuan He, once Zheng Yuan finds out about this, not only will the resurgence of the old relationship be completely useless, but even friends will be lost in the future. It has to be done. In this case, if Wu Shanshan's attitude towards concealing the matter is not clear enough, Yuan He may kill people to silence her.

Meng Jia said to herself: "The relationship between them is really complicated. Fortunately, the boss didn't participate, otherwise the boss would be one of the suspects now. I watched the surveillance of the Linjiang Hotel. In the video, Wu Shanshan helped Yuan He. Yuan He drank more than Wu Shanshan, is it possible that Yuan He drank too much and forced Wu Shanshan to be afraid after sobering up, so he killed him to silence him?"

"I also thought of him killing people to silence his mouth, but it is absolutely wrong to reason before collecting evidence, and it will only bias his judgment."

Meng Jia turned her head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Holmes remembers so clearly, do you like mystery novels?"

"I'll watch some when I have free time."

"We have no evidence. The shoe prints at the scene are completely consistent with Yuan He's shoe prints."

Lin Yiran pressed half of the car window, and the spring breeze blew in catkins, covering his body with catkins. He hurriedly closed the window, "From the shoe prints, I don't know it's Yuan He. His IQ won't be stupid." To leave such clear footprints at the scene of the first crime is equivalent to writing on the forehead that I am a murderer."

"Someone framed him?" Meng Jia raised her head and sighed, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, I don't have enough brains anymore."

Lin Yiran pressed the car music, the soothing music sounded like a mountain stream, gurgling into the ears, relaxing the tense nerves.

On the university campus in April, catkins were flying all over the sky randomly. Meng Jia put on a mask and walked into the basketball court with Lin Yiran behind him.

On the vibrant basketball court, Lin Yiran saw Meng Fan wearing black-rimmed glasses at a glance. He had no classmates to play with, and he was alone guarding the basketball hoop in the corner, throwing balls non-stop, like an emotionless machine.

Lin Yiran took a few steps forward, grabbed the basketball, and jumped into the basket. Meng Fan didn't seem to see him, grabbed the ball and continued to shoot alone.

In the matter of grabbing the ball, Lin Yiran had the advantage in height, but Meng Fan failed to grab the ball a few times, so he asked anxiously, "Are you fucking sick?"

Lin Yiran threw the ball aside fiercely, and said bluntly: "What are you venting? Fear? Guilt?"

Meng Fan wiped the sweat from his brow, turned around and walked back.

Meng Jia spread her arms in front of him to block the way, "We want to talk to you."

"Didn't they all talk at the police station, what else is there to talk about? Come on, I'm going to class."

Lin Yiran walked forward unhurriedly, "Why did you hide the quarrel with Wu Shanshan?"

Meng Fan was slightly taken aback, "How did you know we were arguing? Is what Zheng Yuan said right?" He sneered twice, "It's like a mother-in-law's mouth. Seeing that I'm upset, I don't hesitate to tell the police secretly."

"Speaking of business, why are you arguing with Wu Shanshan? Why are you lying?" Lin Yiran followed closely.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Meng Fan simply sat cross-legged on the ground, "I think that group of them are all insane and out of their minds. They want her to drive me back to school, but if she disagrees, she quarrels, saying that if I leave, She will be left alone, then she will never see me again, she lied because you were afraid of suspicion, and she chased me to the school like this, asking non-stop, so that everyone would know about it.”

Lin Yiran sat down opposite him, "Tell me why their minds are not normal?"

"A group of 30-year-olds playing Die Xian, is it normal? They also believe in tricks to deceive middle school students, especially that Zheng Yuan, who was in a daze while playing, as if something terrible happened, and shouted "Don't come, don't come near me" , She came to claim her life, covered her ears and screamed, as if she saw something, a group of lunatics."

"Do you know who Zheng Yuan is talking about?" Meng Jia asked.

"I don't know, the three of them are mysterious, and they went to the ruined temple in the village to burn paper money. The two men were also sick. Yuan He licked the dog, followed Zheng Yuan behind the eunuch who looked like a Gongdouju, and Xin Chang hugged him. My wife, but the eyes seem to grow on Wu Shanshan's body, and the squinting eyes want to eat people."

Lin Yiran: "What's Wu Shanshan's attitude? Are you not angry with her?"

Meng Fan smiled: "It's ambiguous. During the barbecue, I saw with my own eyes that Xin Chang touched her hand secretly. Not only was she not angry, she even touched her back. Xin Chang obviously wanted to sleep with her. As for whether they had a relationship?" Legs, I don't know. We are not real boyfriend and girlfriend, why are you angry? If you really find such a girlfriend, there will probably be a green light on the top of your head."

Thinking of Zhang Yanchen, Lin Yiran and Meng Jia were silent for a moment.

Meng Fan went on to say: "The food was prepared by Xin Chang and his wife. We ate and slept like pigs. Don't you find it strange?" He snorted coldly, "We caught a rabbit on the mountain, and Xin Chang killed it. Scalpel, killing a rabbit and dissecting a series of actions are very quick, why is he wearing a scalpel? In my opinion, he wanted to do something to Wu Shanshan at night, but he got angry when he failed—" He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Imagination is rich enough." Lin Yiran smiled slightly, with a vague expression.

"I write suspense novels as a hobby." Meng Fanyue said more and more vigorously, "If you believe me, focus on the Xinchang couple. That Yuan He grew up in a honey pot and has nothing but money. It is enough to lend him ten guts." Don’t dare to kill, as for me? I want to taste the feeling of killing and write it in a novel, but the education I received since childhood, my three views, and the law don’t allow me to do that.”

"Education from childhood?" Lin Yiran repeated in a low voice, looking up, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Who taught you when you were young? Mother? Father?"

Hearing this, Meng Fan's complexion changed drastically, veins popped up on his forehead, and he yelled angrily, "Who taught it has something to do with the case?" He suddenly got up and walked out, turned around after walking a few steps, and warned, "Don't, come, come, find me."

Lin Yiran looked at his angry back and smiled.

Meng Jia stood up, "Why provoke him on purpose?"

"Because the murderer is irritable and emotional."

The author has something to say: I wrote a chapter about feelings, but I lost it. My love scene is so ugly?cry liao...