Wang Yu hurriedly returned to the team and immediately convened an emergency meeting.

"Don't you think the Wu Yuanhui murder case is too smooth?"

"Isn't it okay to be too smooth, head?" Xiao Guo asked.

"It's going well, one interrogation can close the case, it's really unusual. Lao Liu said, "But the motive for the killing, the time of the crime, the method, and the details of the victim's death are all just right, and they are all stuck, so there is no problem!"

"Looks like it's fine. But have you thought about it? Wang Yumian said, taking out a photo from his pocket, which was the original of a window portrait from the photo studio in the old city.

Everyone gathered their heads to look at the picture.

"This ...... Why does this woman look so much like Wu Yuanhui!" Xiao Guo shouted.

"Who the is this, I'll take a closer look!" Lao Liu put on his glasses, held the photo far away, and squinted his eyes.

"Haha, Brother Liu, you're old!" Xiao Guo said with a smile.

Lao Liu glanced at him, "You may not be better than me at my age." Then he looked at it for a long time, "Fuck, it seems to be that bastard!"

"What kind of evil did this guy do, how did he take women's photos?"

"Don't say it, this women's clothing boss has a different flavor. ”

Everyone said babbling.

"We found so many women's clothes in Wu Yuanhui's house, and Wu Yuanhui explained that they were specially bought for Liao Yunyun on the morning of November 7, in order to make her walk decently. Wang Yumian analyzed, "But did you find that the set of clothes worn by Liao Yunyun is the current season model of an international brand, and it is not at the same grade as the women's clothes in Wu Yuanhui's house." ”

"Head, we can check Wu Yuanhui's consumption record on November 6 to see if he really sells clothes. Xiao Guo said.

"Also, we can check the size of those sets of clothes at Wu Yuanhui's house, Liao Yunyun is 160 tall, if the size does not match, we can immediately determine whether it is prepared for Liao Yunyun. Xiao Guo continued.

Lao Liu patted Xiao Guo on the shoulder behind and gave him a thumbs up.

"This matter will be done according to what Xiao Guo said, and I will raise a few more doubts, and you will check them separately. Wang Yumian said.

"One, Zheng Xuanyi and Liao Yunyun obviously have a good relationship, why did he show a hateful attitude in his confession?"

"Second, in Liao Yunyun's autopsy report, it was mentioned that there were needles in many arteries and blood vessels on her body, if the needle eye of the carotid artery was the direct cause of her death, then the other needles on her body were different from the old and new, what does this mean?"

"Three, they're obviously Halloween on November 6

ty, why did Zheng Jingjing say that on Halloween, her mother Liao Yunyun played hide and seek with her?"

"Fourth, Wu Yuanhui said that he felt nauseous after sucking Liao Yunyun's blood, and went to the bathroom toilet to vomit it clean before going out, so why didn't we find any traces of blood during the search?"

"Fifth, in the murder case of Jian Yuyu, the moth man sucked blood, and he first let it be poisoned and then sucked blood, but in Liao Yunyun's body, why didn't any signs of poisoning be found?"

After Wang Yumian finished speaking, there was an uproar below, everyone felt that this case was not as simple as they imagined before, so many doubts were not clarified, it seems that everyone may really be deceived by Wu Yuanhui.

But who is willing to take the punishment on himself? In such a serious criminal case, the minimum is life imprisonment, and the most serious is murder to pay for life, and there are only a few circumstances that can stop this kind of thing.

One is that he was coerced by others, and he had no choice but to say that he was the murderer. For example, using the safety of family members as a bargaining chip to coerce them into submission.

One is to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

But neither of these possibilities is extremely unlikely.

In Wu Yuanhui's file, his parents died early, and he hardly had any relatives. Neither threats nor money were enough for him to fight for his life.

But there is also a case where,

Willingly block the knife for the murderer.

......

......

Lin Xiuze returned to his home in Nanshan District, and a lot of winter clothes were here.

It will take five or six days to go to Qianjulin, and he will come back to bring some clothes and tidy up the room by the way.

He simply brought a few clothes to change in, and prepared one or two sweaters and a down jacket. Packed into a suitcase.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched all this, thinking of Mozi Feng and Hei Youzi next door, as if everything was still in front of him.

I'm Lin Xiuze or Jimo Zifeng now.

This question suddenly sprung up in his mind.

These days, he has been suppressing his sense of identity as Jimo Zifeng. tried his best to pretend to be Lin Xiuze, and lived with the people around him according to his way of thinking and acting.

No one noticed anything out of the ordinary.

I just think he's become cheerful, joking and poor.

And the real Jimo Zifeng seems to be getting farther and farther away from him, sometimes, thinking of the name Jimo Zifeng, he actually feels a little strange inexplicably, and he shook his head incredulously.

Holding on to the edge of the bed, his fingers immediately stuck a thick layer of dust.

Lin Xiuze hurriedly put away these thoughts, went to the bathroom to find a towel, soaked it and began to wipe it.

He wiped down the entire room. After sorting out everything inside and out, it was already ten o'clock at night.

He was a little tired and lay on the bed, only to find that the row of wall cabinets above the wardrobe had not been cleaned.

So he got up, stood on a stool, and opened the wall cabinet above the wardrobe.

In one of the wall cabinets, he found a black wooden box. When I moved it down, it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time.

The wooden box is not locked.

Lin Xiuze wiped the dust off it, opened the wooden box, and there were stacks of things neatly placed inside.

It's his album.

To be precise, it is a photo album of Lin Xiuze and Gongyu Changyin.

He opened it carefully, and on the first page, he saw a posing photo of a girl in a plaid shirt punching Lin Xiuze in the face, and the woman's face was very similar to the face of Jimo Zifeng. The long hair with slightly curly hair is scattered and then on the shoulders, and the eyes like a raccoon cat are a little perverse and gentle......

This should be the cause of Gongyu's longevity. The Jimo Zifeng in Lin Xiuze's mind said.

Then I flipped back again, and there was another identical photo, which looked exactly the same at first glance, but it was different when I looked closely, although it was the same place, the same action, but the date was exactly a year later, and it looked even sweeter.

After flipping through the two same photos in the back, a photo of Lin Xiuze appeared alone, he still turned his head sideways and made a gesture of being hit, but there was no longer a Gongyu Chang cause next to him.

He looked at the date in the lower right corner, which said September 21, 2020.

It should be three months after Gongyu Changyin left, this is their anniversary, it can be imagined that it was Lin Xiuze's mood when he took this set of photos, how uncomfortable and sad he was.

But this is his own promise to Gongyu Changyin, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it.

Back, September 21, 2021...... Until September 21, 2024.

This is a photo taken this year. He was also kidnapped by Mu Weifei that day.

Lin Xiuze watched carefully.

"Lin Xiuze, if you don't wake up next year, I will take this set of photos on your behalf every year. He muttered to himself.

After reading the album, there was a mobile phone under the album in the wooden box.

The phone was already out of battery, Lin Xiuze found a charger and charged the phone, this will work, he continued to look through the contents of the wooden box.

He took out the contents one by one, carefully looked at them, and at the bottom of the wooden box was an A3-sized manuscript and painting book.

He took it out and opened it, and there were three simple words written on the title page:

Gu Zhifeng.