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Su Haiyuan's voice fell, and there was an instant silence inside and outside the interrogation room.

Hearing this, Yan Cun quickly glanced at the veins on the inside of Su Haiyuan's forearm, and saw clearly the black and festered skin around the pinhole, he was speechless for a while.

The murder rate in Qinjiang City is low, and he rarely encountered vicious criminal suspects in the process of handling criminal cases. This was also his first contact with drug addicts.

But He Jiu has more experience than him, he gave Su Haiyuan a cold look, and said in a cold voice:

"Who are you bluffing? Is the needle hole on your arm a bit big? Take a shot every day? Does it hurt?"

"..." Su Haiyuan opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Nutritional injection."

He corrected:? ?Then you are probably sick.

She saw that Su Haiyuan was talking about his intentions, and quietly tugged at the corner of Captain Yan's clothes, signaling him to ask the details of the case first.

Yan Cun understood, stared at Su Haiyuan's eyes, and said bluntly: "Last night, after Liu Zhen, Wang Yuan and the others arrived in the box, what did you do? How did Lu Xiaorui get the scars on his body?"

When Wen Lianyi investigated the monitoring of several streets near the 'Fenglin' ​​bar, she found that Su Haiyuan arrived at the scene around [-]:[-] in the evening, earlier than the others.

At that time, Ji Liao paid special attention to the scars on Lu Xiaorui's body, which looked like they were caused by whips or bamboo rulers. Most of them were located in the position of 'easy to cause irreversible damage to the body', and the wrists of the hands, feet, and wrists were also tightly bound by hemp rope. After a long time, it is easy to cause organ necrosis due to poor blood flow.

It is too unprofessional to say it is fun, but it is more like an intention to kill.

Su Haiyuan took a breath when he heard the sound, turned his eyes to Yan Cun's direction, and opened his mouth, "I drank it at that time..."

"According to other people's testimony, you don't drink a thousand cups, you only drink pure white, and you don't change your face after a catty." Yan Cun interrupted him impatiently, and repeated in a cold voice, "Don't make excuses, answer the question, you will arrive at Fenglin What happened behind the bar?"

His attitude would probably be better if he was interrogating other people or Li Wenxin when the suspects had not yet been identified, but he really didn't bother to show any good looks to drug addicts + criminal suspects who engaged in prostitution/partying.

"..." Su Haiyuan was full of nonsense just now, and Yan Cun choked back in an instant. He was stunned for a long time before he said vaguely, "I just asked some people to sing for fun..."

He raised his hand and pinched the ends of his hair, raised his legs and kept shaking, as if he didn't care about being interrogated. In fact, from the perspective of others, it seemed more like diverting attention to cover up his irritable mood.

So Yan Cun raised his eyes to hint at the two detectives behind Su Haiyuan.

The two looked at each other, immediately understood, pressed Su Haiyuan heavily on the chair, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Su Haiyuan curled his lips, took a deep breath under restraint, swallowed the 'tsk' back, and reluctantly sat waiting for others to continue asking questions.

"What is the relationship between you and Lu Xiaorui?"

Yan Cun stared closely at the other person's eyes, trying to detect any unusual mood swings from them.

However, Su Haiyuan didn't react, he yawned, and he replied in a dawdly way: "Relationship? What's the matter? Didn't Liu Zhen bring her to play with? That's because of singing and drinking together."

Yan Cun narrowed his eyes: "How did the wound on her body come from?"

Su Haiyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Ghost knows who did it."

Yan Cun: "..."

He lifted his knuckles and tapped the table lightly: "Your DNA was found in the hemp rope used to tie Lu Xiaorui that night. According to other people's testimony, after you tied Lu Xiaorui up, screams rang out throughout the room. So please Correct your attitude, and if you don't cooperate with the investigation honestly, we don't mind using some 'bad' means against you..." He suddenly sneered, and said in a deep voice, "I do have this authority."

—of course to frighten people.

He actually didn't hold out any hope that he could really bluff Su Haiyuan, after all, this is Ji Xiao's forensic doctor's personal skill, at most he could imitate it.

However, Su Haiyuan froze in place, pondered for a while, compromised and made an 'OK' gesture, and said helplessly: "Okay, then you can ask."

Yan Cun: "..."

Alright, plus one skill for special service personnel.

"Did you make the wound on his body?" He gave Su Haiyuan several options, "Want to kill her? Do you actually have a grudge against her? Want to put her to death?"

Su Haiyuan gave a quick "hmm", then shook his head contradictoryly, and said, "I made the wound, but I didn't intend to kill him. I like her quite a bit, why would I kill her if I like her?"

"then you……"

"Maybe it's because she's good-looking?"

He Jiao turned to the two policemen behind him: "???"

"Tie her and hurt her because she is good-looking," Su Haiyuan murmured, as if suddenly recalling something, the corners of his mouth curled up, the smile on his face was obsessed and intoxicated, "The scars and ropes are her slender and soft body. Adding beauty, bruises and crying make her pure and bright face more moving, making people want to use a paintbrush to completely engrave her like this on paper..."

Yan Cun: "..."

He gave a cold "oh".

Outside the interrogation room, Zhang Jingze recorded his testimony with a blank face, wanting to travel back to a few months ago and beat himself up when he liked him.

And He Jiu, the leader of the anti-drug detachment, seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his heart didn't fluctuate.

"You forcibly injected the drugs in Lu Xiaorui's body?" Yan Cun asked, "Why do you take drugs? Can it bring you inspiration for painting? Why did you inject her with drugs?"

He just specifically searched for Su Haiyuan's most famous "Kink", the color scheme really looks like a world-famous painting, but now that he knows the nature of the other party, even the most exquisitely conceived painting makes people feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

"Yes," Su Haiyuan admitted honestly, raised his eyes to recall for a while, and said slowly, "Maybe... you want her to 'empathize' with me?"

He Jiu who was on the side silently said "together with the fart".

Yan Cun pondered for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, "Then why did you give her too much sleeping pills?"

According to the investigation results, none of the other people present had any relevant medical history of needing to take sleeping pills, but the possibility of obtaining the medicines from special channels cannot be ruled out.

But in fact, when they arrived at the scene, Su Haiyuan had probably been unconscious for a long time, which did not coincide with the time when the sleeping pills entered his body and reacted, so he boldly suspected that there was someone else who wanted to inject sleeping pills to kill Lu Xiaorui. others.

"... Sleeping pills?" Su Haiyuan was really taken aback when he heard the words, "What sleeping pills?"

Yan Cun observed the expression on Su Haiyuan's face, abruptly stopped the topic, and asked instead: "About what time did you start taking drugs last night? What did you do to Lu Xiaorui before you lost consciousness? What happened in the box?"

"...How do I remember this clearly? I started drawing after smoking?"

Su Haiyuan seemed to think of something, paused for breath, and suddenly looked around with wide eyes: "Where is my drawing board?! Where are my paintings! Where did you take it?! My drawing board!"

"After the investigation, I will give..."

Su Haiyuan suddenly became short of breath, and said one sentence after another: "Didn't I say that I like her?! I like her! I want to draw her! Why should I kill her?!"

Just as Yan Cun was about to speak, He Jiao raised his hand to stop him, and said through gritted teeth: "Then you inject her with drugs! Bind the junction of blood circulation! What is the purpose of inflicting damage on the dangerous area of ​​her body?! Just for your so-called aesthetic standards ?! Then you fed her a lot of sleeping pills because of your so-called aesthetic standards?!"

She winked at Yan Cun quietly, Yan Cun understood, and stared at the change of Su Haiyuan's expression.

"I said I didn't intend to kill her! What sleeping pills!! I really don't know!" Su Haiyuan said without any hesitation, "Why did I feed her sleeping pills! Just to see her body twitch and tremble?! How ugly! Doesn’t meet my aesthetic standards at all?!”

Seeing that Su Haiyuan was so angry that he wanted to jump up from the chair, the two criminal policemen behind him quickly raised their hands and pressed his shoulders.

"That night, besides the people Liu Zhen called, who else did you call?" Yan Cun already had a guess in his heart, and added, "For example, to accompany the wine and sing?"

"Tsk," Su Haiyuan frowned and recalled for a while, "How could I remember this?! At that time, I just went to the front desk and called a few casually, and they were not as good-looking as Lu Xiaorui. I remember what they were doing?!"

Yan Cun responded, raised his hand and lightly rang the bluetooth communicator, Zhang Jingze outside the interrogation room reacted immediately, and asked someone to check the personal information of the staff on the second basement floor that night.

After asking the details, Yan Cun came out of the interrogation room, and first handed over Su Haiyuan to the anti-drug detachment to dig deep clues.

When he returned to the criminal investigation office, he said, "I think the three of them are all suspects. I can't rule out the possibility that they lied, but we still need to investigate the situation of the mobile personnel in the bar box that night."

"I'm checking, I'm checking," Wen Lianyi said without lifting her head from the screen, "Shen Lin has already gone to the front desk on the second basement floor that day, ask him if he still remembers who entered that day Pass the box."

"Okay." Yan Cun took a sip from his water glass.

Zhang Jingze handed him the compiled interrogation records, and said, "I don't know why, but I think he looks a bit like Li Wenxin."

Yan Cun: "Huh?"

"Just..." Zhang Jingze said with a blank face, "It seems that there is almost no sense of morality and guilt."

"Indeed," Yan Cun nodded, "I guess he still has the arrogance and conceit of being an 'artist', so look down on us civil servants who are paid death wages."

After all, the paintings are also in a "beautiful" style.

He keenly sensed that Zhang Jingze's expression was depressed—in fact, Zhang Jingze had been in the team for less than a year, and he had just turned 24 a few months ago, and he was in the age group with the most violent mood swings.

So he sighed lightly, patted Zhang Jingze on the shoulder, and asked casually, "By the way, how are you and that...?"