"Excuse me, I want to ask, who is the one who died, how do you see that everyone seems to be very happy?" Luo woke up and greeted politely, and secretly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was a little out of shape.

"You're a cop too?" asked a Sven man with glasses. No wonder these people are confused, Luo woke up and the three of them were able to walk through the warning area unimpeded, and their identities were naturally clear. It's just that this dress is really suspicious, could it be that our people's defenders are not only hard, but also so hard?

"To make a few old brothers laugh, the three of us were originally newcomers who were temporarily recruited when we went on other missions. When I went to the scene for the first time today, I found that the situation here didn't seem to be quite right?

"You're really right, we're just happy? The scourge that died today is more than the "four evils". If you hadn't stopped setting off firecrackers now, you might have heard a bigger movement. The answer was still a bespectacled Sven man, but his words didn't feel like a cultured person.

"Oh, is this person so hateful?" Luo woke up and asked, deliberately undisguised scanning the middle-aged man opposite.

This description is too superficial, and now everyone just hates him for dying a little late. Everybody was waiting for him to be carried out in a bag so that they could be sure that the kid was really dead. I'm afraid it's a scourge that will last for a thousand years?" the man with glasses seemed to be very talkative, and still took over the conversation first.

"Is this an exaggeration? What is this called? I don't think you're very happy?" Luo woke up and suddenly pointed out the object, with a sense of pressure in his tone, and pressed directly towards the middle-aged man in front of him.

The "suspicious" middle-aged man that Luo woke up to pay attention to looked very ordinary. Medium height, the body has been blessed. There is also a slight slanted shoulder, and there is a scar in the middle of the left eyebrow. Luo woke up and speculated that this person should be the security director of the community or something. There is a certain majesty between the eyebrows and eyes, but there is a faint sense of cautious crampedness.

The middle-aged man suddenly heard Luo wake up and aimed the question directly at himself, and was stunned for a while.

"You mean Lao Liu? How is this possible!? He is almost the second happiest person, if not the happiest person here. Lao Liu is the joint defense director of our community, and when he was alive, he didn't cause trouble in the compound. Now that he can finally be stable, do you think Lao Liu can be happy?" It was the glasses man who interjected, and this should be really happy. The joy was palpable, and this was the third time he had interrupted Luo's questioning.

It seems that there is still a big gap between his ability to "turn around" and that of Jia Blind, and he even has no sense of control and rhythm of the target.

"It seems that this old brother is a knowledgeable person, what do you call him? Can you tell me what kind of deceased person is called "thunderbolt", what are the skills of the deceased who has attracted hatred?" Luo woke up and stopped clinging to Director Liu, the object of his suspicion, and changed the object of questioning to a man with glasses.

"My surname is Shao, Shao Guowei. The dead "thunderbolt" is called Cao Leping, who is a big hooligan writer, not a big hooligan writer. The two are not the same. Shao Guowei said, pushing the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his knuckle-thick fingers.

"People are dead, let's keep a little bit of morality, right? Hello, little comrade. My name is Liu Ping, and I am the director of public security joint defense in our community. If you have anything you need to know, I will cooperate. Although these old people are mean-mouthed, they are all retired old employees in the bureau, and they have no character. "This Director Liu had traces of sorting out his thoughts when he first started to speak, but he quickly adjusted it naturally. Could it be that he was just a little distracted? Is there something wrong with his feelings?

"Hello, I woke up Luo. The name is a bit tongue-in-cheek, just call me Xiao Luo. I just saw that you were a little distracted, did this deceased cause you a lot of trouble?" Luo woke up and shook Liu Ping's slightly soft hand, without further pressure, but with a tactful tone.

He still believed in his first feeling, let's be regarded as intuition, right? Liu Ping's words just now had already implicitly made it clear that he was the leader of the new three. Although he seemed to be chatting "absent-mindedly" just now, he never stopped observing the surrounding situation and paid attention to the police's measures. That's the feeling, the inner sharpness and the indifference that is revealed.

"Alas, is it a bit troublesome?" Liu Ping sighed and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "After I received a call from Cao Leping's neighbor to report the crime, I immediately rushed over. At that time, many people had gathered in the corridor, and many brave people came into the house to see. After I arrived, although it was controlled, it didn't have much effect, and the scene was very chaotic... ”

"Then how can I blame you? Although the dead are terrible, if the dead person is "struck by lightning," no matter how scared they are, they still want to see it with their own eyes. This is a happy event, and it must be confirmed. Haha~" Shao Guowei laughed and waved his hand, and several people around him also smiled and nodded in agreement.

"But after all, it's dead, it's a homicide. Failure to protect the scene caused a lot of unnecessary trouble to the police's detection work. I still have a lot of responsibility, huh?" Liu Ping shook his head with a sigh of self-reproach.

There is a problem with this Liu Ping. His explanation is very reasonable and makes people listen to it sincerely. However, it seems that inadvertently, he delineates his responsibility to the category of "non-professional small mistakes" that can be understood and accepted.

Presumably, when he seemed to observe the police's measures casually before, he had already thought of a rhetoric. The moment he was stunned when he suddenly asked a question was also deliberately shown to cover up the illusion that he had been prepared.

"Homicide is trouble, and it doesn't matter how big or small it is. What do you say, you don't have to blame yourself, it's more difficult to show that our police's methods are not?" Luo said with a smile when he woke up, and looked at Liu Ping intently again.

Luo Xing's words seem to be an understatement, but he repeatedly emphasizes that the "trouble" that Liu Ping said is just trouble in the eyes of the police.

"Although the scene was destroyed, I have confirmed that the body has not been moved or touched. So I think it's still possible to find complete evidence, but it might be a little troublesome. Liu Ping's eye muscles relaxed, but his tone remained serious. The expression of guilt seemed to Luo Xing to be more like restraint after a small plan succeeded.

Liu Ping understood the meaning of his words, and Luo woke up and made a positive judgment in his heart. He turned his gaze to Shao Guowei, "When did Brother Shao know about this? It hasn't been long since the body was found, right?"

"I came at six o'clock, about a quarter past six? I went upstairs and looked for a while before the police came. There were a lot of people in the hallway, and I was blasted out before I could squeeze into the room. Alas, how sorry is it?" Shao Guowei shook his head and sighed at a few people around him in an exaggerated manner, looking like he had lived up to the organization's entrustment.

It's 6:50 a.m., and there are about 200 people on the scene. Zhang Xiaoling received a call from Sister Mu at 6:30, and it took about a quarter of an hour for the three of them to get from Jishuitan to the compound of the Xizhimen Railway Bureau. It should take about the same time as the Xicheng Criminal Investigation Detachment to set off here.

When the three of them arrived, Sui Jinsong had just come down from upstairs, and even if Sui Jinsong and his party only conducted a preliminary inspection of the scene, it would take at least twenty minutes. In other words, the time when the Xicheng Criminal Investigation Detachment received the report was between 6:10 and 6:15 in the morning.

And Shao Guowei was obviously not one of the first people to know about Cao Leping's death, but the time he arrived at the scene was about the same as the time when the Xicheng Criminal Investigation Detachment received the report. During this period, there was a deliberate delay.

"When did Director Liu arrive at the scene? Is it the case you reported?" Luo Xing's tone was slightly oppressive, and he stared at Liu Ping's eyes again.

"I received the call around half past five in the morning, and it was from Cao Leping's neighbor Wang Defu. He just said on the phone that Cao Leping might have been stabbed with a knife, and he didn't know if he was dead or not? Today is the weekend, and I don't live in the courtyard. I stayed at my father-in-law's house, just across the road from the people's hospital dormitory.

From there, you have to cross Xizhimenwai Street, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk. I asked Wang Defu to call the police after confirming that Cao Leping was dead. There was also a delay of a few minutes, which was a delay when I was evacuating the crowd. ”

It seems that Liu Ping's problem is not small? He did not call the police as soon as he received the call, nor did he arrange for his security guards to rush to the scene to maintain order. Twenty minutes spent on the road is the normal walking speed. The so-called "minutes" of delay in evacuating the crowd are at least 20 minutes. And Liu Ping barely pauses when he talks about these details that have been ignored intentionally or unintentionally.

When a person expresses an opinion that is not his true intention, even if he has organized the language in his mind, it is only when he expresses it smoothly from his mouth that he suddenly discovers a loophole or a logical error. It's not a matter of IQ, it's a different angle of focus.

In this particular situation, people tend to focus first on the coherence and coherence of the language when expressing. In this way, the process of expression can be smooth and natural, without arousing suspicion.

In order to detect whether there are any loopholes or logical errors in the opinions you express, you need to repeat them many times in your mind before you notice the reasonableness of the views, which is the most important point.

And to do this, it takes a long time and a focused mind. Liu Ping does not have these conditions.

Luo woke up and noticed a slight twitch in the corners of Liu Ping's eyes, and he should have also noticed that there were many irrationalities in his "perfect" logic at this time.

"Comrade Xiao Luo, don't blame Lao Liu for being negligent in this case. In our opinion, Lao Liu is already very dedicated. "Thunderstruck" is not a thing, and it is only when he dies that he is so lively today. It's really exciting. Seeing that Luo woke up and stared at Liu Ping without speaking, Shao Guowei came out in time to resolve the embarrassment that was not easy to be noticed.

"Look at what you said, how can I blame Director Liu? It seems that this Cao Leping is a very unsociable character?" Luo Xing deliberately blurred the serious impact caused by the concealment of details, and changed the blame in Shao Guowei's mouth to the word "complaining" commonly used among acquaintances. By the way, it also blurred the definition of Cao Leping's character.

"Unsociable? You little comrade is really good at finding faults? Don't you understand the abominability of that hooligan literati? That's just a nuisance of people, what kind of bamboo and what kind of book is that?" Shao Guowei was already on the verge of going berserk.

"It's hard to write. Luo woke up and answered, when he asked Cao Leping several times before how bad his character was, he was interrupted by Liu Ping intentionally or unintentionally.

I didn't ask unconsciously until now, it seems that this Liu Ping is not a simple person.