Meng ...... Meng what? Is this word pronounced the mi of the moon? The old criminal policeman with a cigarette in his mouth looked at Meng Yi'er, and asked with the registration book in his hand.

“ling！” Meng Yi'er's tone was not good, and she responded coldly.

"Oh! is worthy of being a great writer, and his name is so out of the way! We are really uneducated, we don't know a word! How like you, great writer! Hehe...... Oh, by the way, you writers of horror novels, you need to always find inspiration for yourself, what do you use? Like what...... Killing someone or something? The old criminal policeman sourly came out with these few words, and the sentences were full of contempt. After finishing speaking, he took a few puffs of his cigarette, and kept glancing at Meng Li'er.

Meng Qi'er's mania is about to explode, ridiculing others has always been Meng Qier's strength, but now that she is being ridiculed by others, she feels really aggrieved! But Meng Yi'er thought of He Huan's consolation, and thought of how kind and lonely Uncle Wang, who died strangely, before his death, she decided not to make any more extraneous branches, but just looked at the old criminal policeman coldly and said nothing.

In fact, the old criminal policeman is not really bitter, he is just used to this extreme means to stimulate the suspect, so as to spy on the suspect's reaction to find a lot of useful information, such as a person's literacy, temper and whether the heart is weak, etc. But Meng Li'er's reaction at the moment still made the old criminal policeman feel very special. Usually, when faced with insults, sarcasm, and suspicions from others, there are three kinds of people who react so coldly, one is that they are discouraged and have reached a desperate situation. The other is to be cold to a certain extent, and the psychological fortification is hard and indestructible. There is also a thick-skinned skin that is invulnerable. Meng Yi'er, which one will it be?

Horror novelist? Chasing spirits? This Meng Yi'er is really interesting......

The old criminal policeman was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile, the last time he met this kind of person, it was more than ten years ago, and that person was also indifferent to the insult, just looked at the old criminal policeman coldly, and his eyes were covered with dense red bloodshots. And that person is the real murderer of a perverted serial murder case.

At present, judging from Meng Yi'er's reaction, it is even more difficult to get any useful clues from her mouth than to ascend to the sky. The old detective decided to change his strategy and let her dry for a while.

Meng Li'er didn't speak again, she looked at the old criminal policeman in front of her coldly, and the old criminal policeman didn't speak, smoking coldly. This interrogation picture is very weird.

......The old criminal policeman threw the half-smoked cigarette directly on the ground, twisted it vigorously with the sole of his shoe, stood up and left, and when he left, he glanced back at Meng Yi'er meaningfully, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Meng Li'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, her straight back relaxed, and her clenched fists relaxed. She rolled her eyes and scolded angrily, "Neurotic! ”

The old detective went out and into another interrogation room, which was not usually used to interrogate prisoners, but to monitor them. One wall in the room is densely covered with small screens, each small screen is a surveillance screen from all angles of an interrogation room, and now only a few rooms are lit up, obviously, it is the three rooms that interrogated He Huan, Meng Yier and Li Minghao.

"What did Meng Yi'er say?" As soon as the old detective entered the room, he lit another cigarette.

"Team Li, you're smoking in the office again, let Gu Ju see that you're going to be fined again!" The young policeman muttered with a frown as he replayed the footage. On the screen, as soon as the old criminal policeman extinguished the cigarette butt and walked out, Meng Lier rolled her eyes and scolded "neurosis" hatefully.

The old detective stiffened as he smoked a cigarette in his hand, laughed awkwardly twice, and said, "It seems that it's not this girl." ”

The old criminal policeman looked back at the monitoring of He Huan's room for a while, and Meng Xian'er's love to ignore it, He Huan talked about things in great detail and even a little trivial, in short, it can be summarized as that they just went to Lingshan Cemetery to pay tribute to He Huan's mother, and by the way, accompanied Meng Xian'er to find inspiration. The old criminal policeman didn't get useful information, and switched to Li Minghao's room, Li Minghao was obviously a not very serious guy, and the young policemen didn't ask a few words, so he took them off topic, and he didn't ask anything.

The old criminal policeman sighed, according to his years of experience in criminal investigation and interrogation, these three young people really don't look like they are suspicious, not to mention that the time of the old man's death was four or five o'clock in the morning, at that time, the three of them had alibi, and the monitoring of the community could clearly testify for them. That's the benefit of living in an upscale community, where you can easily get rid of suspicion with a watertight surveillance device, and it just so happens that all three of them live in the same upscale community.

"You can let them go." The old detective took a puff of his cigarette and gently spat out a smoke ring.

He Huan, Meng Yi'er and Li Minghao came out of the police station, it was already eight ~ nine o'clock in the evening, and the wind on the summer night was not cold but also slightly cool.

Meng Li'er was thinly dressed, and she sneezed loudly as soon as she came out.

"Put on my shirt." He Huan took off the shirt on his body and gently draped it over Meng Li'er's shoulders, and he himself was only wearing a white close-fitting vest, revealing his white flesh^body.

Meng Qi'er's heart warmed, but she tore the shirt off her shoulder, threw it back into He Huan's arms, and said coldly: "No need!" ”

He Hui was stunned, shrugged his shoulders, and had to put back on the shirt.

Li Minghao was very embarrassed standing next to him, coughed lightly twice, refreshed his sense of storage, and said with a grin: "It's late, you two go back first." ”

"What about you?" He Hui asked.

"I'm ......" Li Minghao smiled lewdly ^ and said, "Young Master Ben is the little prince of the nightclub!" How can the beauty of a good day be wasted? Hey, hey, hey......"

He Harmony glanced at Li Minghao with disdain, shook his head and said, "You just waste you!" ”

"Ouch, relieve the psychological pressure!" After Li Minghao finished speaking, he whistled and stopped a taxi.

Li Minghao skillfully opened the car door and got in, said "late-night bar" to the driver, and happily rolled the window to say goodbye to He Harmony and Meng Meng'er.

"Huh? People run so fast! Li Minghao didn't see the two of them outside the car window, and after looking left and right, he muttered to himself in surprise.

The driver coughed and reminded, "Little brother, your two friends have already sat in......"

Li Minghao retracted his head, turned around, and saw He Harmony and Meng Li'er sitting in the back seat of the taxi, and He Harmony's white and tender face was showing a **** smile. Although Meng Yi'er still had a cold face, her burning eyes had betrayed her.

"Okay......" Li Minghao shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Let's drive, master!" ”