"What was written?" Xiao Junchen walked over, seeing that her face was not good, a trace of depth flashed between her eyes, and she asked.

[If the police can find it, please burn this passage and wash away my sinful soul.]

I have been in love with Zhang Lan for a long time, one day, I had a tentative mentality, and went to confess to her, because it was the 999th day that I liked her, hoping that God would be clear, but she was bitter and mean, humiliated everywhere, and in a fit of anger, I ...... When it happened suddenly, I panicked and immediately drafted a fake will and revealed it to the newspaper.

I knew the gravity of my sins, and I knew that I was not far from death, so I hastily put an end to myself, washing away my sins and restoring the innocence of others. 】

Although this confession is absurd, it is also reasonable, but it is all too coincidental, and before the truth is revealed, the person died.

"Chen Ling, did he kill or commit suicide?" Xiao Junchen frowned, a hint of coolness flashed in his eyes, put the "confession" back into the distance, and asked.

Fang Zhiyu looked at the man next to him and pursed his lips, he also found out that all this was definitely deliberately arranged, and there was no proof of death.

Chen Ling put away the frivolity and banter on weekdays, but there was a faint solemnity in his eyebrows and eyes, and he said: "The preliminary judgment is that it is suicide." ”

This sentence undoubtedly gave Fang Zhiyu a hard blow in her heart, but she had no choice but to sigh secretly.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I wronged you before. A police officer saluted Fang Zhiyu respectfully, with a slight apology on his face.

Fang Zhiyu had a faint smile on her fair face, but she didn't reach the bottom of her eyes, and said politely and detachedly: "It's okay, you are also enforcing the law impartially, and now that the suspicion has been lifted, naturally there is nothing at all." ”

She couldn't help but feel bitter and happy, but there was a little benefit, and her suspicion was cleared.

The police officers immediately carried the person out of the bed, wrapped the confession tightly, and sealed it off, because Chen Ling was a forensic doctor, so he could only leave with the police car first.

The two walked out slowly, the fresh air filling her nostrils, with a hint of the smell of rotten leaves, the streets were dilapidated and deserted, almost without a trace of popularity, and could not help but make people's backs shiver.

"Do you know this person?" Fang Zhiyu rubbed her temples a little tiredly and glanced at the man next to her.

The man naturally took her hand, her little hand was soft and slightly cool, nodded, and said in a deep tone: "His name is Tang Ming, he is a florist of the Wen family, and he has had contact with Wen Jingxuan. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Zhiyu's heart shook, and she made contact with Wen Jingxuan, gently evoking a mocking arc.

It seems that she shot fast enough.

But how did she know that they were coming to find the real culprit today, and who would tell her the news?

"It's a pity that now it's dead, and the only clue is broken. Fang Zhiyu pursed her mouth helplessly and said.

Xiao Junchen rubbed her hairy head, took off his coat, and draped it over her, and when he landed, the smell of mint that belonged to men lingered between his noses, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco. It smells so reassuring.

"Don't think about it so much, at least, your suspicion is cleared. ”

The man's voice was shallow, and he said lightly comfortingly.

She nodded, and a smile appeared on her face, yes, her suspicion was lifted, and she was an innocent person from now on.

Now, there's something interesting.

Since Fang Zhiyu's suspicion had been cleared, the police officers guarding the apartment quickly evacuated, she picked up her mobile phone and made a call to Vivian.

"Hey, An An, help me hold a press conference in the afternoon, the old lady wants to blow up the faces of Chen Dong's people who are trying to misbehave!"

......

In the afternoon, at the press conference, almost all the major media in the city, including reporters, appeared here.

Fang Zhiyu deliberately permed her elegant and domineering curly hair, and wore a retro-style cheongsam, on the dark red fabric, a peony embroidered with gilt silk thread, and a hollow design was used on the chest, which perfectly showed her beautiful figure, and a gray fox fur was draped on it, which emitted a faint light under the illumination of the light.

She walked onto the stage with graceful steps, her black stiletto heels clattering on the ground.

Offstage, Vivian's eyes lit up, and she looked at her wife excitedly, and couldn't help but sigh, tsk, this is her wife!

Fang Zhiyu held the microphone in one hand, her beautiful eyes gently swept the commotion of the audience, hooked her lips and smiled, but she looked very cold.

When he ascended, the commotion below seemed to have stopped for a while, and the flash clicked and patted endlessly.

"First of all, thank you very much for being able to come here, and secondly, the main reason why I held this press conference is to remind some people, as you know, some time ago, I was framed and slandered as a murderer, which is really sad.

However, life can always give you another mallet when you are bad, for example, when I am deeply falsely accused, there are always some people who are restless, ready to move, and bold to act.

However, now that the truth has finally been revealed, I am very sorry that I am not the murderer. I'm really sorry to let you scold in vain. ”

As he spoke, he smiled a little apologetically, very elegant and decent.

"Finally, I want to say that thank you all for believing in justice, believing in me, and supporting me all the way, my Zhiyu has a clear conscience and will never do dirty means in secret, because, they are not worthy, thank you, if you have any questions, just ask. ”

After speaking, he bowed deeply, and when he landed, a burst of thunderous applause broke out in the audience, and people kept crowding to the front, and questions were thrown over one after another.

"Mr. Fang, why did you come out to explain when you were hacked by the whole network?" a reporter was squeezed to the front, his face flushed, and asked.

Fang Zhiyu's eyes flashed, and there was still an indifferent smile on her face, she muttered for a moment and slowly spit out a few words.

"Facts speak louder than words. ”

"Then what was your state of mind at that time, weren't you in a hurry? Why didn't you let the PR be whitewashed immediately?"

“......”

And at this time, another.

In the luxurious room, Chen Dong sat on the sofa, staring at the face on the TV, a trace of coolness flashed in his eagle-like eyes, the green tendons on his forehead were revealed, and the red wine glass in his hand shattered with a snap.

"Heh, junior, see how long you can run rampant. ”

Scarlet liquor mixed with viscous blood slowly flowed down the fingers.