Afraid?

Zheng Cui Jingxian raised the corners of his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and looked coldly at the person sitting opposite, his pale face and dark eyes were as silent as a pool of stagnant water. I hadn't looked carefully at www.biquge.info before, but now sitting face to face, I felt that this person looked like a dead man.

The sarcastic words he had prepared were gone in an instant, like a deflated balloon. All the words turned into something like, "Where do you see I'm afraid?" ”

Asked yes, but the person remained motionless as if he had been pressed the static button by remote control. His gaze stayed on his right hand, stunned, and seemed to be a little contradictory.

It was the hand she shook with him.

Jung Choi Kyung-hyun's face gradually sank, and a wave of anxiety appeared in his heart, and in order to control his emotions, he took a deep puff of cigarette. The fireworks instantly lit up, and the light crept up little by little.

Before he could exhale, Jiang Sheng's figure appeared in front of him, with a hint of warning in a low tone, "I'm sorry, she doesn't like the smell of smoke." ”

The mouth holding the cigarette tugged stiffly, and his eyes looked coldly at the dead woman opposite, as if asking why.

But under her emotionless gaze, she finally took the cigarette from her mouth and squeezed it out fiercely in the ashtray, "Hmph, you are very particular." ”

"-- I just can't get used to it." Shi Jing said disapprerovingly, leaned back on the back of the sofa, put the hot water bottle into his arms, and looked at the three people sitting opposite - Zheng En, Zheng Cui Jingxian, and Yang Fucheng, his eyes were half-squinted, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fixed rules will only make people follow," Jung Choi Kyung-hyun sneered, his hands crossed and clasped in front of his chest, "just like a person like you." ”

I thought that the other party would say something big to refute, however, to his disappointment, this person didn't say anything, just leaned against the sofa in his previous posture, half-squinted, and his gaze was surprisingly sharp.

Zheng Cui Jingxian's heart was restless again, and he wanted to smoke a cigarette to suppress it, but he faced the fierce gaze of another short-haired criminal policeman. Suddenly, his movements froze, and the hand stretched out to his pocket turned sharply, and instead picked up the tea on the coffee table to a cup, and looked at the person opposite and fell into deep thought.

Long......

"So what."

The other party's abrupt voice made his hand tremble, the tea in the cup almost spilled, and he hurriedly looked at her, a touch of coldness slipped through his eyes, this person was challenging his limit!

"You haven't answered my question yet." He reminded again, as if intent on wanting to see the man's joke.

Shi Jing narrowed his eyes, there are some things, I don't want to mention them a second time, just like 365 days in a year can't have exactly the same two days.

"You say this, it's very in line with your IQ."

"What do you mean!" This time, Zheng Cui Jingxian rarely did not turn the corner, but the hand holding the teacup tightened and tightened.

"Ah Jing said as soon as he came along, your heart is beating at a rate of 2 times/s. The number of heartbeats of a normal person is between 60~100 per minute, but yours is twice per second, if it is counted in one minute, it is 120 times. ”

Jiang Sheng sat on the single sofa, took off his police hat, wiped his hair, and put it back on, "Did you forget to recharge and didn't remember your IQ arrears, or didn't listen to it at all?" ”

Zheng Cui Jingxian's face changed, as if he remembered that the woman had said such a sentence.

"As soon as people are in the same group, their IQ is seriously reduced, and in order to gain recognition, individuals are willing to abandon right and wrong, and exchange IQ for a sense of belonging that makes people feel safe. Luckily, I'm not in that group. Shi Jing said, his deep voice had a mellow taste.

But it was very harsh in Zheng Cui Jingxian's ears, and he couldn't figure out why a woman's voice was a man, so he didn't think about it, and in comparison, he wanted to know how she found out that his heart was racing.

"How do you know?"

"-Your pulse."

Zheng Cui Jingxian glanced at his right hand, his eyes flashed slightly, "I see." Looks like you know what I'm doing. As he spoke, he closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and slowly opened them, "Choi Kyung-hyun, Chinese-Korean." ”

Although the name does not provide any clues about a person, Shi Jing can see too much from this name.

He deliberately removed Zheng, and it was clear that he didn't like the title. Zheng Eun said that he still retains his mother's surname, which is obviously Choi.

In this way, it is Choi Kyung-hyun's mother who took Choi Kyung-hyun to marry Choi Kyung-hyun's cheap father, and before that, his cheap father already had three children of Jung Eun. This also explains why he snorted coldly before, and the cold snort was not aimed at Yang Fucheng, but Zheng En.

Hearing what he said, a wisp of helplessness and gloom slipped through Zheng En's eyes, and he spoke to Shi Jing: "Zheng En, chairman of H City Fashion Company." ”

"Zheng Jianhua, IT engineer." Zheng Jianhua's gaze swept over Zheng Eun and Choi Kyung-hyun, and then landed on the teacup in his hand, the murder case made him suspicious of the two who were most likely criminals, "My brother Zheng Yoo-seong is a construction worker. ”

Looking at a few people, Yang Fucheng and Bai Chengfeng glanced at each other, a little stunned, the four of them actually belong to four different professions, and this family really has its own merits.

Jiang Sheng's eyes swept back and forth over several people, and suddenly, he took out a cigarette from Yang Lin's pocket and said casually, "Interesting." ”

Three words, as if she had understood something.

Shi Jing raised his eyes, glanced at a few people, and then gradually narrowed. The clues collected are constantly interspersed in the mind, as if looking for an opportunity to intersperse as a thread, and the truth will come out.

Money, interests, rights, and the bonds that bind the family together are not family love, but private interests hidden behind the common property relationship.

These three people and Zheng Yucheng, who has not yet arrived, must have involved no less interests under the father of this rich man, in addition, there is also the housekeeper in the villa - Yao Zheng.

Initially locked on the most likely to commit a crime, Shi Jing exhaled a little sleepily, the clues were really too few, intermittent, not even directive, the most obvious one was the smoke at the scene of the fire and the match burn marks on the window tracks.

Then there was the number '99', the immensely cleanly wiped portrait of Hegel on the wall, and the apparently missing bookshelf on the site.

How can these be connected from beginning to end?

Without enough evidence, she couldn't even make assumptions, let alone find out the truth.

In the absence of evidence, incomplete truths are sometimes more fatal than lies.

Finding that Shi Jing was deep in thought, Jiang Sheng had to take the cigarette from his mouth and turn his head to look at a few people, "What are you all doing at six o'clock this morning?" ”