Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yuanye's face paled, and he withdrew his hands like an electric shock.

"Robbery, murder, the words in the recording are all true." Lin Zhilu slammed the table, "So you also killed Zeng Pingguo!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I need to see a lawyer!"

"Wait a minute, I am the one who took the initiative to check you, and I don't have to." Lin Zhilu fiddled with the sketch paper, "But let's see how you plan to make up for my curiosity?"

Yuan Ye hesitated for a while, then looked up at the monitor, but the light was not on.

"Don't worry, even if there is monitoring, the induced confession will not count." Lin Zhilu saw through his thoughts.

Yuan Ye whispered: "I can give you money, as long as you are willing to help me. 500 million, or how much?"

"I want one thing, so that you can't go back on your word in the future and kill someone to silence you." Lin Zhilu was very calm, "Zeng Pinguo's body, where did you bury him after you killed him?"

Yuan Ye clenched his fists and smashed the table, "I didn't kill him, do you think a golf club can guarantee that one blow will knock out brains? I did it, but Zeng is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I'm afraid of his revenge, so I gave him the money . Zeng Pingguo walked out of my studio alive, how many times do you have to say it before you believe it!"

Lin Zhilu retorted: "The living people left your studio, but they didn't go to other places alive. Well, since you don't have the sincerity to cooperate—" He said and got up.

Yuan Ye jumped out and grabbed his hand, "If I really killed someone, why didn't his wife pay attention, didn't come to the door once, and never mentioned me to the police?"

"She said that she didn't even know that Zeng Pingguo knew you."

"Fart! I remember that Zeng Pingguo called his wife that day, and she gave false testimony! Oh, I see, she killed her husband to cheat insurance money, it must be like this!"

Lin Zhilu's eyes were fixed, and the details that had never appeared in the previous interrogation seemed to be tapped lightly, reminding him of what he had overlooked before.

Yuan Ye was still holding Lin Zhilu's hand, trying hard and soft to make him trust him. The words "mastermind of the robbery" were enough to overthrow everything he had built in the first half of his life, and he firmly grasped at the straw of life-saving.

Putting away the contempt in his eyes, Lin Zhilu took the sketching paper and slowly tore it in half, and put it on the table.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yuan Ye quickly let go of his hand and grabbed the note.

The door opened, and Lin Zhilu saw the frustrated faces of the team members, who had already lost their boats, and still couldn't find out where the corpse was, so he was inevitably disappointed.

At this time, Jiang Xinxing said, "Could it be true that what Yuan Ye said was that Qian Ning killed people and cheated insurance?"

Miao Yi was more concerned about the other thing, "Brother Lu, isn't that sketch the original?" Even if Yuan Ye didn't kill anyone in this case, he should be responsible for his past crimes.

"It's a fake." That's what he noticed when he beat someone two days ago. The injured security guard didn't see any scars.

Jiang Xinxin yelled "Ah", "Isn't there nothing wrong with him?"

Xu Qiurong: "Fool, how can there be evil people in the world who will be rewarded with evil, but good people will be rewarded with good rewards."

After assigning the next task, Lin Zhilu left the office and went to the corridor, where the mobile phone in the call was always showing heat in the palm of his hand, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Before entering the door, Lin Zhilu turned on the phone, and Yang Qingshui heard the conversation, and couldn't help asking, "Have you always been like this, beating the prisoner?"

Lin Zhilu didn't expect him to ask this, and smiled wryly: "You said, I inherited my father's irritable mood, just like Parkinson, I get sick from time to time."

What a miserable child.

The supporting role has no human rights, and the perpetrator Yang Qingshui felt even more guilty, wishing to run up to him and tell him that none of this was his fault.Forget it, Lin Zhilu can beat his brains apart with one punch, let him know, time travel might turn into reincarnation.

Lin Zhilu went on to say: "The case is more complicated than imagined. From now on, don't get involved."

Yang Qingshui: "I will definitely listen to the police uncle's advice. Anyway, if I smash something again, I won't be able to pay for selling my ass."

Lin Zhilu froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Yang Qingshui forgot what he promised and went to a place.

Cold, November.

The cemetery was even more deserted, the cold air oozing from the ground was like the cry of the dead, and everything was lifeless.

The tombstone of Zeng Pingguo was found next to the canal. For the convenience of worship, the date of his disappearance was engraved on the death note. The place for the epitaph was blank, and there were no photos.Compared with the surrounding tombs that are constantly tidied up, Zeng Pingguo's place is overgrown with weeds, almost no stone foundation, and the rotten smell of pits and ditches wafts up from time to time. It is really not a suitable place for rest.

Cui Shanshan brought Yang Qingshui over, her high-heeled shoes creaked on the withered grass, and she frowned when she saw Zeng Pingguo's tomb.

Yang Qingshui pushed aside the weeds, and the tombstone revealed the date of birth and death, and asked Cui Shanshan, "Will you come to worship on weekdays?"

"I still have to come once a year for my daughter, which is considered family education." Judging from Cui Shanshan's tone, it seems that they are discussing the annual extracurricular practice.

"But there is nothing below, don't you think it's a bit hypocritical?"

Cui Shanshan: "Everyone is dead. It makes no difference whether the bones are buried here or not. They are all for the living to see."

Yes, ceremonies are done for living people to see.Yang Qingshui raised his eyebrows lightly. If there is no memory to trust, and he doesn't believe that his relatives are sleeping here, what is the difference between a tombstone and a pile of bricks?

When he entered the park just now, the administrator told him that there were almost no visitors in this cemetery. The owner and his daughter had never been here except on the groundbreaking day, and the management fee was transferred on time.

Just as he was thinking, he felt a gaze cast in his direction. Yang Qingshui lowered his eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person standing in the garden, who seemed to be staring at him.

Turning his head, the figure flashed by and disappeared quickly.

Cui Shanshan, who noticed something was wrong, followed her gaze, "What's going on?"

"We are not far from the truth." Yang Qingshui said looking into the shadow of the tree.

Gaoqiao University, School of Communication, a black car parked beside the school road.Not long after, the car waited for the person it was waiting for. Zeng Yueer and her girlfriend bid farewell and parted not far from the front of the car, never paying attention to this ordinary car.

Miao Yi selfishly hopes that the girl has nothing to do with those vicious crimes. Zeng Yueer is tall, thin, and in her prime, she deserves a brighter future.

When the two walked out of the school road, the car started slowly. Miao Yi's tracking skills were proficient. Passers-by would only see a normal car passing one person and heading towards the city center along the avenue.

"Chu Yan flew to the direction of the citizen road and is going back to the nest." Miao Yi replied through the intercom.

"receive."

One minute later, Lin Zhilu drove from the ramp into Civic Road, looked sideways at the rear mirror, and Zeng Yueer walked slowly behind.

At the corner of the street ahead is the residence of Channing's mother and daughter. The car turned slowly and parked beside the road.

The gate of the building is on the opposite side, and their side is the restaurant. Inside the floor-to-ceiling glass, the man with his legs crossed, occupies the entire window table by himself, eating leisurely.

Jiang Chuangxin recognized him, "Isn't this the guy pretending to be a reporter?"

"Wait here."

When Zeng Yue'er went upstairs, Lin Zhilu, who had a bad complexion, got off the car and walked to the restaurant.

Yang Qingshui was not surprised to see him at all, and opened his seat, "What a coincidence."

Standing and negotiating was too intrusive, so Lin Zhilu sat down and said, "I told you not to get involved in this case."

Yang Qingshui put on a rascal smile, "I've always remembered what you said, no, I didn't do anything all day, just eat and go shopping."

Lin Zhilu didn't see the slightest smile: "Go back."

Yang Qingshui took some food for him and said: "Sitting in front of you is a law-abiding citizen who is desperately short of money and doesn't want to commit crimes. His only livelihood is to sit here and take two useful photos and follow people. You drive him away, tomorrow He is about to sleep on the street and eat the northwest wind, can you bear it?"

"..."

"If you let me go, you are forcing me to choose between money and you." Yang Qingshui blushed without heartbeat, "I can only choose money."

"Enough." Lin Zhilu sighed helplessly, "You and yours, don't do anything bad. I won't save you if I'm found out."

"Be careful of yourself, I'm a stranger in their eyes, and I can pass you by if I see you face to face. They saw you at the police station,"...you still look outstanding, "It's not suitable for stalking at all——" Yang Qingshui pause.

Jiang Xinxin, who was in the co-pilot, was bored and could only watch the two of them chatting back and forth, but Yang Qingshui suddenly smiled maliciously, stretched out his hand to pinch the captain's chin, and then... leaned over and kissed him!