"May I ask if Wu Xing's suicide note was written by himself?" Lin Fan stood up from the corner on one side.

The sudden question of the young man in front of him made Zhou Xiaole, who was doing case analysis, feel a little displeased, he glanced at Wang Anjun, who nodded, before he slowly spoke: "Although it is not handwritten, it can also be concluded that it is not forged by others, first of all, there are only the fingerprints of the deceased on the suicide note, and secondly, the suicide note has Wu Xing's autograph at the end, and thirdly, and most importantly, the criminal modus operandi confessed in the suicide note is detailed and meticulous, if it were not for the perpetrator himself, how could he have known the details of the crime so clearly, and such as cyanide, chemical, Some key physical evidence, such as objects, has also been found one by one in the abandoned factory building on Minle Road mentioned in the suicide note. ”

Lin Fan was about to raise a few doubts, but Fang Ping suddenly got up, his thin and dark face couldn't hide his eyes, "It is reasonable for Wu Xing to commit suicide at this time, the notebook that Xiao Chen and Lin Fan found should be the last straw that crushed Wu Xing, after the kidnapping plan failed, in order to cover up his crime, Wu Xing and the kidnappers murdered Zheng Bin, so he has already borne too much psychological pressure, and the loss of the notebook may just give him an opportunity to relieve this pain and fear." ”

Fang Ping seemed to show a little sadness and regret, but these were not what Lin Fan cared about, "Team Zhou, didn't you find anything special when you searched Wu Xing's house, such as the kitchen, the study, and the like." ”

"No, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the discovery of the suicide note and the second cell phone mentioned in the notebook."

Gone with all those weird things? Would a person who is ready to commit suicide hide the traps he has set up for himself?

"When you entered Wu Xing's house, was the door locked?"

Zhou Xiaole glanced at Lin Fan impatiently, and then looked at several young criminal policemen on the side with inquiring eyes, "Little Sun? ”

"The door is not locked, it is directly closed." Son said quickly.

Lin Fan pondered for a moment and then asked, "Did the deceased have the key on him?" “

"No," Son said, glancing at the list in his hand, "the key is on the table in the living room of the deceased's house." ”

"Isn't it strange to go out without a key?" Lin Fan muttered to himself.

"What's so strange about being ready to commit suicide, and you have to consider whether to bring a key or not?" The young detective next to him sneered.

If Wu Xing didn't commit suicide, then did he see someone before he died, and what was so urgent that he didn't go out with the key? Lin Fan had too many doubts for a while, he looked at the emaciated man in front of him, after returning home at half past five yesterday, he had never come out again except for spending 5 minutes buying things at the commissary downstairs during the period, and he was just his perfect alibi.

Lin Fan's head hurt, maybe because of the heavy rain last night, maybe because of the plot that he expected, he wanted to say something, but these facts in front of him were pieced together like pieces of a puzzle, they were interlocking, the threads were biting, and they seemed so impeccable.

"Wang Ju, since Wu Xing committed suicide in fear of crime, I think Zheng Bin's case should be closed now." Fang Ping walked to Wang Anjun's side.

"Well," Wang Anjun took a sip of the hot tea in the thermos cup, nodded, and the wrinkles on his forehead stretched, "Although Zheng Bin's case has been solved, now is not the time for you to relax, Xiaole, your two groups will cooperate with one group in the near future, and strive to close the 613 case as soon as possible, this case has dragged on for too long, and the above has a great opinion on us!" ”

"Don't worry, Wang Ju, with the line of Wu Xing, I think I will be able to touch the shadow of the kidnapper in a few days."

Walking out of the gate of the city bureau, Lin Fan looked at the blue sky above his head.

No one cares why Wu Xing chose the rooftop on a rainy night, and no one cares who Wu Xing saw before he died.

There may be small suspicions, but everyone selectively ignores them, can there be a more perfect ending than Wu Xing's suicide? The pressure of not being able to solve the 613 case for a long time was released in Wu Xing's body, and those speculations and suspicions about the Zheng Bin case must have disappeared because Wu Xing's suicide note, but the confusing case is so clear and clear at the moment, everyone regained confidence and mutual trust, and only needed to complete the last step together and catch the damn group of kidnappers.

All the puzzle pieces have now been aligned, and all the contradictions have been resolved at this moment, but Lin Fan is not happy, he walked across the corner street, sat on the bench on the side, and the breeze rustled the leaves of the sycamore trees that had not been knocked down by the rainstorm last night.

The city after the rain, lonely and embarrassed, the seats on the side of the road, who are waiting for it.

Xin Chen came out of the milk tea shop on the side, sat on the other side of the bench, and handed Lin Fan a cup of warm bubble tea, "Why do you have a depressed face, because of your misjudgment last night?" It's okay, didn't you say it too, last night was originally a verification of speculation, and now it just means that there is no problem with the team, besides, Wu Xing deserved it, and suicide was a relief for him. ”

Such a result is not a comfort for the girl next to her, she didn't want Wu Xing to appear in Fang Ping yesterday, Lin Fan looked at Xin Chen who had eyelashes beating on the side, and asked himself repeatedly, what is the truth we need, is it a smiling face covered with a mask, or a blood hope that will break people's hearts.

The next moment, Lin Fan suddenly felt that he was very tired, he couldn't see through Fang Ping's perfect alibi, so did it mean that his inference was wrong? He walked to a dead alley full of contradictions, maybe Fang Ping really had no problem, maybe the devil in the secret was only Wu Xing alone?

He just rushed into this fog-shrouded storm in order to protect the simplicity and beauty around him, with the advantage of foresight, he blocked the spread of evil, and at this moment the storm in the darkness finally seemed to be about to stop, the whirlpool in the center was getting smaller and smaller, it had lost its original power, and it could no longer pull the two bright girls in.

So now can he try to trust the police, with Wu Xing's clues, it should be a matter of time before he catches the kidnappers.

Retracting his long-standing thoughts, in the clear air after the rain, the breeze brought a faint fragrance, Lin Fan took a few greedy breaths, fortunately, he had never been alone, he gently turned sideways, leaned on Xin Chen's shoulder on the side, and slowly closed his eyes in Ningxi, who had woken up, in the endless flow of time.

The light of the morning sun dries the last line of sorrow, and the black ink stains the serenity.