People's emotions are constantly fluctuating.

An excellent salesperson will speculate on the customer's desire to buy the product at this time through the customer's expression and movement.

But no salesman can compare to He Chuan.

Because, he can directly sense the emotions of the prisoner.

"What are you talking about, officer. ”

Jiang Pengfei barely raised a smile.

Obviously, this man's face was very calm, and his voice was very soft.

But Jiang Pengfei felt that his gaze seemed to penetrate his clothes and see through all of himself.

"You didn't kill anyone. ”

"But you're afraid. ”

"Are you scared, what do we know ......"

He Chuan's deep voice sounded in the room.

Wu Fatzi straightened up, and he saw Jiang Pengfei's forehead, which was soaked with a dense layer of sweat.

In fact, it is difficult for a normal interrogation to have a noticeable effect.

Except for a few people with extremely poor psychological quality, most criminals will use lies to mislead the police investigation.

Sometimes you know that these things are fake, but you have to spend energy to verify them, and you waste a lot of time.

"Have you seen the photos of Zhou Li's death? ”

She was lying on a cold rocky beach, dressed in a black tracksuit, her head smashed by a rock. ”

"Her skin was scratched by stones, her body was pierced by branches, and even she fell from the hill and hit the pole of the tree, and she hit the stone, and all her organs were broken.

Can you imagine that scene, like rotten meat chopped with a knife on a cutting board, blood and flesh mixed together. ”

He Chuan's voice seemed to be demonic, constantly guiding Jiang Pengfei and letting him construct that picture in his mind.

"Can you imagine...... Before she died...... How painful should it be......"

"Don't say it!" Jiang Pengfei slapped the table.

He was propped up on the table with his hands on the table, his face flushed, and he was gasping for air.

Fat Wu was startled, and his right hand subconsciously touched the position of the belt.

He Chuan's face was calm, and his voice was still unhurried.

"You like her so much, but now she's lying in a cold morgue. ”

The woman.

The woman......

Jiang Pengfei lowered his head, and his ten fingers were tightly clenched into fists.

Sweat.

Drop by drop, down his forehead, on the table.

In the interrogation room, his heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Fat Wu moved his stiff body, a little unable to bear it.

He stealthily got up from his chair, pushed the door open, and exited the interrogation room.

Coming out of the interrogation room, Fat Wu let out a long breath, and his back was full of cold sweat.

Ming Ming was used to such a scene, but when he heard He Chuan's voice, he still felt depressed.

Even after leaving the interrogation room, the scene of Zhou Li's death still lingers in his mind.

Tossed inhuman-shaped corpses, gray-white brains.

The scene was bloody.

Wu Fatzi found a corner and started smoking.

Nowadays, we pay attention to civilized office, and smoking is prohibited in many public places.

An old smoking gun like Wu Fatzi can only secretly find a corner to avoid being photographed and posted on the Internet.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, and after a while, a policewoman walked over briskly with a document in her arms.

"Team Wu. ”

Fat Wu waved his hand, turned his back to her and spit out the smoke, and then turned around: "Have you found all the things that you were asked to check before?" ”

"I found out, I asked their company for the monitoring of those days, according to the monitoring, on the day of the crime, he was indeed working overtime in the company. The policewoman named Yuan Hong looked at the document and said to Wu Fatzi.

"Is it only that day that I work overtime?"

"No, their company has taken over a job, and they have been working overtime for almost half a month. ”

"He didn't behave anything unusual during that time. ”

"No, it's the same as usual, and I haven't seen any emotional changes. ”

"That's ......" Wu Fat Man squinted his eyes and muttered.

But a week later, he suddenly disappeared for a few days, and when he returned to the company, he applied to leave. Yuan Hong looked through the information and added.

"Okay, I see. Fat Wu waved his hand.

"Captain, do you think it's him?" Yuan Hong put away the papers, hesitated, and asked.

"What do you think?" asked Fat Wu.

"I don't think it's impossible. ”

"Oh?" Fat Wu glanced at her, "Tell me what you think." ”

"The place where this person lives is near the deceased, and it is only about half an hour away from the place where the crime occurred.

Judging by the information, he was the only one who had run with the deceased and was familiar with the deceased's course of action.

Moreover, he had previously followed the deceased in order to create a chance encounter, and after the deceased's death, he resigned from his previous job and moved away from his original place of residence.

I always feel that there are not so many coincidences happening in this world. Yuan Hong expressed her opinion.

"The most important thing is that he's not handsome enough, right? Fat Wu smiled.

Yuan Hong was noncommittal.

People are all visual creatures, and the same behavior, if it is placed on a handsome guy, it is called a romance.

But if you put it on a dead otaku in a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, it will only make people feel disgusting.

Although Jiang Pengfei feels good, at least he looks quite energetic, much more pleasing to the eye than ordinary programmers.

"It's not him. Wu Fatzi shook his head and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the disposable paper cup.

"Huh?" Yuan Hong frowned.

She's not a pure looker, either.

According to past experience, most murderers are the kind of people who seem to be honest and unattractive.

What's more, Jiang Pengfei also followed the deceased.

Based on Yuan Hong's intuition, Jiang Pengfei is very suspected of committing a crime.

"The method of this case is clean and neat, and it can be seen that the murderer is a calm and meticulous person with a very strong psychological quality. ”

And Jiang Pengfei ...... Let's put it this way, if he could be a little calmer, maybe I would think there was a possibility. ”

Fat Wu took out a cigarette again and lit it for himself.

But if it weren't for him, then why would he behave so strangely. Yuan Hong couldn't understand.

In her opinion, the timing of Jiang Pengfei's resignation and moving was too coincidental, and the coincidence made everyone feel very abnormal.

Wu Fatzi was smoking, and Jiang Pengfei's silent figure with his head bowed appeared in front of him.

He had also suspected Jiang Pengfei, but after staying in the interrogation room for a while, he didn't think so.

If this man was not the murderer of Zhou Li, then the few days he disappeared, he should have learned the news of the death of the deceased.

Then he moved later, could it be ......

In the interrogation room.

Although there were fewer people, the atmosphere still seemed very depressing.

As if knowing that He Chuan's voice had the same hypnotic effect, Jiang Pengfei simply closed his eyes and let himself not listen to He Chuan's words.

He Chuan was not in a hurry.

Even if Jiang Pengfei didn't say a word, He Chuan still knew a lot of information.

In He Chuan's eyes, he was like a colorful picture.

He Chuan only needs to understand the meaning of each color to be able to interpret the meaning of this picture.

He Chuan closed his eyes and tapped his fingers.

It's coming, it's coming.

You'll know the secrets you want to hide right away......