Thorns

In the dimly lit interrogation room, the awakened person was buckled on a chair, with a fierce look on his face, struggling from time to time, and the handcuffs were slightly deformed, but the dishonest person was still firmly imprisoned.

Si Qingyang sat on the other side of the table, not in a hurry to ask questions. The temperature in the room was a bit chilly, and the people who had struggled for a while gradually calmed down, and watched cautiously as the person sitting across from him finished his cup. coffee.

"Are you going to explain it yourself or I'll force you to ask." Putting down the quilt, he opened his mouth lightly, he seemed a little indifferent.

"You fucking..." The utterance was swearing, and his quality was obviously not very good. Si Qingyang glanced at him, and the oppressive feeling rushed over his face at that moment, so oppressive that it was almost breathless. pestered.

The moment he met the opponent's gaze, the person who was tied up seemed to understand that no matter how much he called the opposite person, there would not be any major emotional changes. He couldn't see the other person's dispirited look, and somewhat lost some interest in talking back. The bound person simply didn't say anything. Under the stalemate, the people in the waiting room were a little anxious.

They don't quite understand why the captain asked an outsider to interrogate him. It's fine if he doesn't have any interrogation skills. It's been a long time, and they haven't gained any news.

Through the coated glass, Mu Zhiyuan signaled his subordinates not to be impatient, but even if they interrogated him, there would be no results.

After a while, Si Qingyang came out, and didn't ask any more questions except for the first sentence. When he left, he glanced at the bound person, his eyes were deep, with killing intent in his eyes, and the tied person was nervous. He swallowed his saliva.

"He doesn't know anything. Someone may have paid him to come here. The identity check can be found among those who fight black fists in the underground market." After speaking to Mu Zhiyuan, Si Qingyang walked away with the cup , the tone is very calm.

"Leave him alone for an hour for another trial and there should be a result." Before leaving, he left the last sentence for Mu Zhiyuan.

Mu Zhiyuan looked at the back of the other party who was gradually leaving, with a tall and straight figure, which always let him see the righteousness and rigidity of the whole body, obviously he is a person who has been in a prison cell!Shaking his head, Mu Zhiyuan stopped thinking about it.

In the office, Gu Mengping has been staring at the computer for several hours, and there are two policemen beside him helping him. The picture on the screen is constantly jumping, rubbing his tired face, he didn't notice Si Qing Yang sat down next to him.

There are a lot of surveillance videos at the entrance of the street. It is not difficult to accurately capture the driving route of the deceased, but it will take time.

"Put this part of the surveillance and that part aside." He pointed at the screen with a calloused hand, and when he noticed something strange around him, he turned around and saw Si Qingyang who was switching the screen. The police officers in the position had already stepped aside.

Gu Mengping looked at him, but the other party's eyes were focused on the screen with a serious face. He stared at him for two seconds, then retracted his gaze, and played the two paragraphs just now again. Soon, he found that something was not right. There is only a straight road with no forks between the two monitoring screens, and the interval between the two monitoring screens is 10 minutes, but according to the speed of the deceased, it is impossible to delay such a long time, at most it will be 2 minutes. through this section.

"The picture is enlarged." He said to the person beside him, and the other person immediately operated the keyboard, and the picture on the screen became bigger and bigger, but the clarity was not enough. The shooting time was at night, and the light was not enough, so we couldn't get high-resolution images. image.

"There is a new person in the cab." Gu Mengping said, pointing to the screen.

The black car, the black clothes, and the picture are a bit blurry. The little police officer standing by and studying doesn't quite understand why Gu Mengping said that.

"The clothes of the deceased did not have a collar." As soon as the words fell, several police officers stared at the screen seriously for a few times, and they really saw the difference in the blur.

"The person driving the car may be the murderer." That is to say, the murderer had already got into the car of the deceased before passing through this intersection. It's a pity that only the victim's chin was photographed on the surveillance screen, and his real appearance could not be determined.

"Go to this street to find other surveillance cameras." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up. With a new breakthrough clue, Gu Mengping was somewhat happy.

It seems that he has almost forgotten the matter of getting angry with Si Qingyang before. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and before he had time to put it away, he met Si Qingyang's gaze. Without saying a word, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"The results of the interrogation are out." Mu Zhiyuan's appearance broke the short stalemate.

"Those two guys are indeed black boxers. Someone gave them a lot of money and said that they want to teach you a lesson." Mu Zhiyuan said.

"Teach us?" Gu Mengping, who caught the key words, fell into deep thought.

Those who chased him before all wanted him to die. It was absolutely impossible to just teach them a lesson, and what the other party said was very clear, not to teach him, but to teach them.

That is to say, the other party is targeting the two of them?

"Who did you offend before you entered the cell?" Gu Mengping asked, looking back at Si Qingyang behind him.

"I don't know." Shaking his head, Si Qingyang spoke sincerely.

Gu Mengping suddenly remembered that Si Qingyang had already lost his memory, and he didn't remember anything before he was imprisoned at all, so it was useless for him to ask.The other party probably didn't come here for their lives, it seemed to be more of a temptation.

"Who hired them?" Gu Mengping asked.

"They don't know, the other party contacted them by email, not to mention the name, even the gender." Mu Zhiyuan said.

Gu Mengping thought about it, he had offended many people, and there were always a few people who wanted to teach him a lesson. Since the other party had no killing intent or revealed any information, it would be meaningless for him to investigate.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, there is no useful news if we continue to investigate. I will go to the deceased's house first, and you should adjust the surveillance as soon as possible." Gu Mengping did not intend to spend a lot of time on these two people, and told Mu When Zhiyuan said something, the other party naturally understood.

Taking a look at the time, there should be someone at the deceased's house, so without delaying the afternoon, Gu Mengping asked Si Qingyang to drive him directly to the apartment where the deceased lived.

The location of the apartment is not very good, but it is not particularly remote. In a place like the imperial capital, it is at least three fingers to buy such a house.

When I rang the doorbell, the other party opened the door not too fast. Seeing two good-looking men standing at the door, one of whom was still wearing a bandage, the other party was stunned, but he didn't speak sarcasticly like the other police officers said. .

"What's the matter?" Xu Li asked politely with the door ajar.

"We are members of the investigation team, here to ask some questions." Gu Mengping shook the ID that Mu Zhiyuan gave him with one hand.

Xu Li's face changed in an instant. Originally, she wanted to say something, but facing Gu Mengping's peaceful face, she hesitated for a while before opening the door.

This is an apartment with two bedrooms and two living rooms. According to the market price, this apartment can be more than three figures. The monthly salary of the deceased Wu Bin is around [-]. It is somewhat difficult to buy this apartment.

"What's Miss Xu's occupation?" Looking around, Gu Mengping asked.

"Lawyer." Xu Li is not as difficult to get along with as the police officer described before, but she is not very happy. Maybe she was in the unit before, so her attitude will be colder.

"When was the last time you saw Wu Bin?" Originally, he wanted to mention the deceased, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not very respectful, so he changed the words to the name.

"Half a month ago, anyway, it's been a while, he's been very busy recently and often has to work night shifts." Xu Li said.

When Gu Mengping wanted to ask something, Si Qingyang stood at the door and glanced at him, probably finding something.

Gu Mengping walked over, and when he raised his steps, he found that Xu Li's face was not very good-looking.

There were quite a few bags on the floor of the guest room. Gu Mengping stood at the door and took a look and found that they were all Wu Bin's things. The closet was mostly empty, leaving only the one that belonged to Xu Li.

"Ready to put it away?" Gu Mengping asked.

"No, I'm going to take it away and throw it away. People are dead, so why keep the things." Xu Li's face was a little pale, and she didn't know whether it was because she was too sad or for other reasons, her words were quite cold.

It feels a bit cold, and it is impossible to refute.

Gu Mengping was used to those relatives who regarded the relics of the deceased as treasures, he felt a little incomprehensible, what's the point of keeping these things after they are all dead.

But seeing Xu Li like this, he also found it incomprehensible. Since he likes it, shouldn't he commemorate it?No matter how you talk about it, you can't be so indifferent after getting along with each other. If you want to talk about indifference, he doesn't think Xu Li has any hatred for Wu Bin.

Gu Mengping walked around again, and Wen Xuli said a few words from time to time, and the other party answered them one by one. When asked when Wu Bin came home last time, Xu Li's answer was the same as the result obtained by the police officer before. .

Facing Gu Mengping's rhetorical question, she just said indifferently: "Few people will clearly remember how many cups were placed on the table when they left in the morning when they come home from get off work."

Gu Mengping couldn't refute this sentence. Not everyone likes to remember details, and Xu Li doesn't look like a human being, at least not in character.

Standing in the elevator, Gu Mengping pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Is it a little calmer?"

Si Qingyang stood behind him, and replied after hearing the words: "Maybe it was that kind of personality."

"But she said she was a lawyer." Si Qingyang added after speaking.

Gu Mengping finally had a smile on his face, he said: "It seems that we want to go together, let's check again, maybe we can gain something else!"

"Yeah." Nodding his head, Si Qingyang expressed his support for this.

As soon as he got back in the car, Mu Zhiyuan called, and got all the surveillance cameras on that section of the road, but the result was a bit surprising.

Gu Mengping pursed his lips, hung up the phone, and his face was a little ugly.

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The author has something to say:

Could Xu Li be the murderer???