Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Ling Yu, 31 years old, used to be an investigator of the government's forensic department. He resigned six years ago and became a private investigator. He has a good reputation in the industry...

On the way home, Miao Yi was thinking about the results of today's visit. Knowing the background of the client is a must. The more he thought about it, the more he felt strange. There is such a detective with a brilliant record in the jurisdiction. Never played against this person.

What's even more strange is Yang Qingshui, whose background column is completely blank, has no father or mother, has never been to school, and doesn't even have a dog... If he said that he didn't hide his identity on purpose, even a fool would not believe it.

When the car drove to the door, Miao Yi remembered that he had bought a bag of steamed buns before going back to the police station. Before he had time to eat, he took the backpack from the co-pilot and rummaged through it.The zipper was fully opened but I couldn't find it, so the suspicion fell on the road.

"The stuffing of the steamed stuffed bun is greasy, and the skin is so rotten, don't buy this one next time." Yang Qingshui commented after swallowing the last steamed bun.His life principle is that he cannot settle for second best food, even in the detention room.

The gangster in the next room, Huang Maoxi, laughed at Lin Zhilu: "Officer, it's so uninteresting to only give one box of food!"

"Want to eat?" Lin Zhilu clenched his fists and pressed his knuckles loudly, "I invite you to eat in the interrogation room."

"Hey, don't want to think about it." Huang Mao waved his hands again and again, and retreated to the corner behind the toilet cubicle with interest.

Yang Qingshui wiped his mouth and said, "It's a pity that you were born in modern times. If you were born in an ancient battlefield, you would be able to explode people's eyes and guts, and maybe you could be a hero."

Lin Zhilu: "It's also possible now, just need some program files."

"……amazing."

Lin Zhilu: "What about you, who would you be if you were born in ancient times, an assassin, a spy, or a knight?"

Yang Qingshui thought about it for a while. In ancient times, casually writing novels would kill one’s family, and the next best thing would be bragging.

"..." Lin Zhilu smiled.

"You didn't go home in the middle of the night, and you came to the detention center just to discuss career planning with me." Yang Qingshui faced him face to face, "Say what you have to say."

"I checked you, except for the basic information, there is nothing else, and the column of family members is also 'none'." Lin Zhilu said, "What does a person have to do to become so mysterious?"

It must be because the travel time was too hasty, and the novel didn't have time to arrange his identity and background, thinking that Yang Qingshui died within two days, so he just fooled around.

"In the whole of Gaoqiao City, there are too many people with suspicious identities." Yang Qingshui sat cross-legged on the steel bed, thinking that Lin Zhilu would not let him go for a while, "You are a policeman, why not rely on your keen intuition , take a guess?"

In normal times, Lin Zhilu had asked his colleagues to open the door and went in to beat him up until he told the truth.For some reason, this man keeps talking nonsense about himself and doesn't feel angry.

Through the bars, Lin Zhilu looked at Yang Qingshui from top to bottom, his eyes were piercing, and his heart was frightened.

After a while. "Your kidney is not good."

Yang Qingshui almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of saliva: "What did you say?"

"My grandma is a Chinese medicine practitioner. I learned a little bit from her when I was a child." Seeing Yang Qingshui licking his lips awkwardly, he suppressed a smile, "Don't think too much about that, drink more water and go to bed early."

He could also tell that Yang Qingshui was obsessed with cleanliness, didn't like exercising, and seldom exposed to the sun...he just deliberately picked out the kidneys to tease him.

"—and don't overindulge."

Yang Qingshui coughed, "What else?"

Lin Zhilu looked at him, "You have never been a private detective, nor are you qualified for this line of work."

Yang Qingshui admitted straightforwardly: "I didn't say I was, I'm just a joint landlord, can't I?"

"But you know a lot. Even Zeng Pingguo came to find Yuan Ye seven years ago. The reason for the fight and the murder weapon used are very clear. If you make a bold guess, I think someone is helping you behind the scenes."

Yang Qingshui: "You are right, there are people above me."

Lin Zhilu sat up straight, "Gangs, organizations or the government?"

Yang Qingshui looked up at the ceiling, "Heaven."

"Pfft!" Huang Mao's sneer came from the next door, and he shouted, "I can't hold it back, you guys keep going, leave me alone!"

Lin Zhilu: "..." His fist hardened.

Yang Qingshui rolled his right hand into a sword finger and poked at his head, "When my reasoning is blocked, there will be some clues flashing in my head, I call it the 'sixth sense of God', all of this It’s because the God of Reasoning chose me!”

"Hahahahaha!" Huangmao laughed wildly, so loudly that the patrolling policeman knocked on his stick to shut him up.Across a wall, Huang Mao gave him a thumbs up, "Brother, you are so awesome!"

Lin Zhilu stood up, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think that I'm lying?"

Lin Zhilu: "You're farting."

Yang Qingshui's sword finger went up and down, "Well, that's right. The god of reasoning told me what kind of person you are."

"..."

Yang Qingshui pretended to poke his temples for a while, then opened his eyes, pretending to smile deeply, "You work hard, but it's not for some justice. It's just because the police's salary can afford my sister's education, and there will be a lot of compensation for the sacrifice."

Lin Zhilu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

"You don't believe in Buddhism, but you have a red string around your neck. The red string was begged by your mother for you. You loved her very much but she passed away. You used the red string as a talisman."

Not to mention the degree of secrecy, Lin Zhilu would not believe this absurd theory.

"Father left your family behind when you were young and ran away. He was selfish and irresponsible, and he was a man who loved domestic violence. You hated him, and you felt that part of your personality was inherited from him, so you also hated yourself—"

Before he finished speaking, the iron door slammed heavily, and Yang Qingshui raised his eyes, only to see Lin Zhilu slamming his fist on the railing, telling him to shut up.

After more than ten seconds of stalemate, the police officer came over alarmed by the sound, and asked Lin Zhilu cautiously, "Officer Lin?"

As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder, but was thrown away violently. Seeing the flash of hostility in his eyes, the policeman was also taken aback.

Yang Qingshui felt sorry, not only because he touched Lin Zhilu's Achilles' heel, but also because he set up this identity background to serve the plot. When a living person has to bear it, this background is too cruel.

The iron door slammed again, Lin Zhilu kicked, then turned around and walked out of the detention room.

Seeing the person leave, Huang Mao sneakily called out on the next wall: "Brother, your god of reasoning is so good, analyze and analyze me."

"roll."

When Xu Qiurong came out of the interrogation room, his face drooped twice, and his eyes could hardly be opened.

Asking the same questions repeatedly for a long time, fatigue bombing can break the suspect's psychological defense, and the interrogation position is not comfortable at all. The old fox in Yuan Ye, he should not answer every question. Except for admitting that he had a fight with Zeng Pingguo, he would not speak again. .

Only admit what cannot be blamed, and don't say anything about the rest. As long as Zeng Pinguo cannot be proved to have been murdered, he will still not be convicted in court.

Before he entered the court, he had a lawyer to teach him how to speak.

Xu Qiurong made a cup of coffee, preparing for the protracted battle in the second half of the night.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the captain come in aggressively, without saying a word, he kicked open the door of the interrogation room.

In this battle, most of the accidents happened.Not caring about spilling the coffee, Xu Qiurong followed.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing Lin Zhilu's posture, Yuan Ye stood up from his chair and took two steps back.

Lin Zhilu pushed the man up against the wall and slapped him on the neck with his hand. When the man fell down, he picked him up and continued to slap him. The fat wilderness swayed from side to side like a tumbler.

"team leader……"

"Captain!" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xu Qiurong rushed forward to hold the attacker, took a look at the field where he was beaten, and dragged Lin Zhilu out.