Grace

.He didn't understand Qu Zhiwei's intention behind this act of only spending one hour asking people who knew him about him.

He didn't think that this questionnaire-like thing would help solve the case at all.

Could it be that Qu Zhiwei has already cast a trap?Even he himself knew why Zhong Ping brought out the fact that he was a good student, how could he not think of it?He even found someone else to quickly complete the questionnaire and let himself read it in person.This is simply engaging in children's play house!

After reading these people's comments on Zhong Ting, he was even more amazed at Zhong Ting's ability to disguise. This guy has been able to pretend since he was a child, no wonder he can deceive so many people.

In the impression of neighbors and teachers, Zhong Ping is very good, like other people's children. I wish I could have such a child.Therefore, compared with Li Qinghua's "subversive" description of Zhong Ping, this huge disparity made the neighbors and teachers not believe that Zhong Ping would kill people.

Not only that, keeping this oral record may become evidence to exonerate Zhong He in the future.

Zhong Ping didn't see the above content clearly, but it was not difficult for him to guess what he read from Xing Dao's distressed expression.

Xing Dao rubbed the center of his eyebrows weakly, and his legs began to tremble unconsciously. "It seems that you have successfully fooled everyone, so what about your parents? Do they know what you have done?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Ping stopped laughing.There was a bit of complaint in his eyes, he bit his lips and said, "If there were no false accusations from someone with a heart, I don't think they would have thought that their good son had done such a 'sensational event'."

"very eloquent."

The hands resting on his knees clenched into fists.

I have to admire Zhong Ping's tough mouth, and he hasn't shown a crack until now, and the way he refuses to admit it looks really fucking worthy of a beating!

When Xing Dao's anger level gradually increased, Zhong Ping suddenly took the initiative to pick up the document sheet with fingerprints on it, and gently covered it on the dictation book. "Is this fingerprint fake?"

"fart!"

"I'm an otaku, that's right, but it doesn't mean I don't know high technology. This damaged fingerprint can be simulated and restored. If it is true, you have already tried to restore it and compare it with my fingerprint. Why would you want to interrogate it?" Do you want me to confront you?"

Xing Dao couldn't hold back any longer, he jumped up against the crime and grabbed his collar, "You think you are crazy, don't you? Let me tell you, I have plenty of ways to make you suffer without torture."

"Unexpectedly, Captain Xing, you have such a side that you can threaten people like the gangsters outside."

Xing Dao was furious, and punched Zhong Ping hard, causing Zhong Ping to fall to the ground.Zhong Ping felt dizzy for a while, and he lay down on the chair beside him, face down without moving.Xing Dao calmed down now, he went over to check on Zhong Ping's injuries, but he hadn't met anyone yet, the policemen who heard the movement at the door came in, and after seeing the situation inside, they were shocked for a moment, but they quickly pulled away Xing Dao took him away.

Now there is only Zhong Ping left in the interrogation room.

Zhong Ping stood up unsteadily, sat back on the chair, rubbed the place where he had just been beaten, sighed again, then leaned his head back on the chair, and laughed a few times self-deprecatingly.

He turned his face away, looked outside with a smile, and didn't speak.

He knew that Qu Zhiwei must still be outside right now, maybe he was accusing Xing Dao of being impulsive.

Now that the door is open, a young policeman is suddenly notified that someone is looking for Zhong.When the police hesitated to let Zhong Ping answer the phone, Qu Zhiwei signaled him to hand over the phone to Zhong Ping.

Zhong Ping didn't know what kind of trick they were playing, and felt a little defensive in his heart.

He noticed that the two functions of loudspeaker and recording were not turned on on the caller screen, so he was even more puzzled.Under the urging of the police due to the time limit of the call, even though he hesitated, he still chose to answer the phone.

A thick and powerful man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Zhong, the outline of your work this time is really interesting, it completely captures the taste of the mass society!"

The other party's first sentence made Zhong Ping immediately know who he was.

This man is a staff member of the magazine and also one of his editors. They only talked a few times on the phone, so that they couldn't remember who he was in the first place.

At this time, he was still a little puzzled. In order to prevent this person from being an "undercover agent" deliberately arranged by Qu Zhiwei, he deliberately said: "Do you think the setting of the hero in the book as a Cretaceous military officer is very interesting?"

"Huh? Didn't you say you're going to switch from fantasy to suspense this time? The manuscript I got is also a psychological crime novel, not a fantasy novel."

Zhong Tie finally dispelled the doubts in his heart, he said calmly: "Ah, I misremembered, it was the content of my last novel, I often stay up late to catch up on manuscripts recently, and as a result, I confuse all my works .”

"Oh, so that's the case. I thought I just took it from you by mistake."

"You got it right, it was the manuscript, are you calling now to inform me that the work is on the shelves?"

"Yes, in addition to that, I would like to communicate with you about the setting of the background and age. Although the characters are very close to life, it is also a topic of concern in society recently, but I think the setting of the age is a bit old, and I am worried that readers will not be able to read it. There is a sense of substitution. Mr. Zhong, how about you change the setting of the age."

One second his expression was calm and drizzle, but the next second his expression was gloomy, like a thunderstorm on a sunny day suddenly turned into a cloud, as if the eyes were about to see lightning, thunder, and storm.

Zhong Ding doesn't like anyone, including his own editor, to criticize his writing. Obviously, this editor offended him.He thought in his heart that after he went out, he would withdraw the editor and let the magazine find someone to come over.

It is also for this reason that among all the writers who cooperate with the magazine, he is the most difficult person to communicate with and deal with. He has replaced more than [-] assistants in his phone book in the past five years.

At this moment, the other party didn't know that he had been blacklisted by him, and was still waiting patiently for his reply.

Although Zhong Duan was angry, he did not forget where he was at this time. He suppressed the idea of ​​yelling and scolding the other party in his heart, and replied stiffly: "No need, although the period of the Republic of China is a long time ago, I believe that at least I have Millions of book fans will love my creation."

"What? The period of the Republic of China?"

Somehow something was wrong, the other party suddenly let out a low voice impolitely, causing Zhong Ping to frown frequently.

"What happened to the period of the Republic of China? Don't many TV dramas like to shoot themes of the period of the Republic of China?" Zhong You became impatient again. He felt more and more that the other party was wasting his time. Boring, I don't want to discuss my sacred works with a big fool here.

The other party seemed to hear that his tone was a little unhappy, and he seemed to be restrained. After a few seconds, he hesitated and said: "I remember Mr. Zhong, the background set in the outline of your work is the 21st century, which is a modern crime. Why did you suddenly Jumped to the period of the Republic of China..." The other party should have held the phone farther away, so the words mumbling behind his mouth sounded a little unclear.

Before Zhong Ping could react, the sound of rummaging through papers came from the receiver again.

"That's right, I remember correctly, it was written in 2004, and the content of the story is also a modern crime." The editor's voice seemed to sound a little nerve-wracking, as if he didn't understand where he made a mistake.

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to think of something again, patted his forehead, and said to Zhong Ping: "Oops, maybe I took the wrong manuscript, but no, it was obviously you..."

Zhong Ping didn't bother to listen to him, and for the first time he interrupted someone rudely and forcefully, he hurriedly asked, "Tell me about the content of this story!"

Zhong Ping's sudden roar scared the other party, and the other party hurriedly said: "This is about a child who grew up in an elite family environment and wants to commit a crime before he is a minor."

When hearing a certain word, Zhong Ping's eyes widened, his mind was so confused that he almost forgot to breathe.

He gripped the corner of the table harder and harder, and the arched knuckles began to turn white, and as time passed, the fingertips also began to turn purple.It wasn't until the other side of the phone spoke again to ask if he was still listening, that he suddenly woke up, stood up abruptly, and yelled frantically at the other end of the phone: "Delete it for me! Delete it for me!"

"Why? You taught me this yourself, and you said you must publish it..."

At this time, there was a loud voice on the phone.

The phone hung up, as if the signal was suddenly interrupted by something, and the signal was terminated halfway.

Zhong Ping held the phone, arched his back slightly, and sneered, one after another, the voice was not loud, but in the empty room, his laughter was intertwined with the voice from the phone, which made people feel hairy , I feel like he has become a lunatic.

He smiled, suddenly turned around and raised the mobile phone in his hand, and smashed it towards the black glass. The glass was intact without any cracks, but the mobile phone bounced back and fell to the ground and died gloriously.

Finally, even the noise was gone.

"Qu Zhiwei, come here!" He pointed to the glass, his eyes kept turning around, trying to see Qu Zhiwei's position clearly through the glass, but unfortunately it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything else.He rushed over, knocked on the glass frantically, and kept yelling, "What do you know? What do you think you know about me? Don't you want me to confess?! Then come here yourself!"

I heard movement outside the door