Jiang Sheng is not bad at thinking, but he is lazy to think. Shi Jing didn't speak, and she couldn't intersperse those inconspicuous clues, only to ask questions.www.biquge.info

Although these questions may seem lifeless, the more questions they ask, the more they try to hide the answers, and the movements they try to hide will eventually become the key to their answers.

"What did you do at six o'clock?" Zheng En raised an eyebrow, she realized that she didn't really like this kind of unfounded conversation, especially when the person asking the question was still a criminal policeman, which would make her feel like a criminal, which was a terrible feeling.

Jiang Sheng took the cigarette from his mouth and dusted it with his index finger, as if the cigarette was lit, this is her habit, "Your father did not die in an accident, but ...... together" paused, his eyes glanced around several people, "Premeditated murder." ”

"Murder !!!"

The three of them exclaimed, not only a few people, but even the criminal police who were checking around couldn't help but look over.

This case was defined as an accident as early as the beginning, and if you want to talk about the reason, it is the clues that Yang Fucheng checked before.

1. The door is locked from the inside. They were able to enter because they had pried open the door and even lowered the lock.

2. There is only one wine glass on the small round table in the room. Although it was burned by the high temperature in the fire, it is enough to show that only the deceased was present at that time.

3. The windows are also locked from the inside, which can be seen from the locks inserted underneath. And the explosion in the case of a large temperature difference between indoor and outdoor also proves this.

Three clues are enough to show that the deceased had an accident while drinking alone in the room, resulting in his own death. In view of these clues, the police came to the conclusion that they would collect some evidence within a certain range and prepare to close the team.

However, hearing at the last minute that 'this is a murder' is a bit surprising and stunned.

Cui Jingxian's hand holding the cup stiffened, and then suddenly smiled, "Hey, it's finally dead." In the eyes of everyone's amazement, he raised his head and took a sip, "At that time, I was in the cinema, and there were many people who could testify. ”

"Oh, going to the movies alone?" Bai Chengfeng pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said pointedly: "It's a pity, why don't you find a girl to go with." ”

Cui Jingxian didn't reply, but Jiang Sheng glared at him, took out a piece of paper and wrote down Cui Jingxian's words and time. Then, his gaze turned to Zheng Eun.

"At six o'clock, I packed my bags at the company and prepared to go to Qinghai, which is my ticket." Zheng En took out the ticket from his bag and handed it to Jiang Sheng, the time on it showed that it was 6:40, and he packed his luggage at 6 o'clock, which was just right.

"I was still in a meeting at the time, because there was a 500 million project that needed to be decided at a meeting, and the senior management of the company was in attendance and could testify for me."

Listening to Zheng Jianhua's words, Jiang Sheng couldn't help frowning, around six o'clock, these people all had alibi. And they haven't come back until now, which means that they don't have the time and space to commit the crime, so what's going on with this case?

"Where's the butler?" At this time, Yang Fucheng suddenly turned his head to look at the criminal police behind him.

"Outside the door, do you want to call him in?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"I'll call now." As soon as the detective turned around, he walked out the door, and no one in the living room continued to speak.

The Wise Lawyer said, "When you want to speak, what you say must be more valuable than your silence."

Maybe it was because he knew that even if he wanted to speak, it would be worthless words, so he just lowered his head slightly, thinking about who was the most likely murderer, and the room was silent.

"Sorry, I'm late, ahem......"

The silence was broken by a sudden, heavy male voice, accompanied by a cough.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a coffee-colored coat with a slightly red face striding in, sitting next to Zheng En, picking up a teacup that he didn't know who it was and drinking it all.

"Mr. Zheng Yuncheng?" Yang Lin looked him up and down, and then turned his head to look at Zheng En and the others, and a lot of doubts slipped through his eyes.

It's really that this man is dressed too commonly, just like an ordinary construction worker, and the trench coat outside is better. He didn't quite understand why this man was dressed the same as the other three.

"It's me, it's not suitable to wear a suit and too clean clothes on the construction site." Zheng Yuncheng nodded, as if he had seen through Yang Lin's thoughts. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and handed them out to the men present.

Then he pulled out one, picked up the lighter and opened it with a snap, and was about to light it when he suddenly felt a cold gaze. raised his eyes, just in time to meet the warning gaze of the short-haired female detective opposite, "I'm sorry, Ah Jing doesn't like the smell of smoke." ”

Jiang Sheng said this sentence three times today.

Zheng Yuncheng is not here, and it is naturally impossible to know. Just raised his eyes and glanced around, but saw that the men sitting here just pinned the cigarette to his ear and did not smoke, and looked at him with a playful gaze, Zheng Yuncheng suddenly picked up the corner of his eye, it turned out that he was blindfolded alone!

He put out the fire, put the cigarette on the coffee table, and didn't say a word.

And just as he sat down, a man about forty years old wearing a butler's unique suit walked in, bent slightly towards everyone present and nodded, "Hello everyone. ”

"You're Steward Lin?" Yang Fucheng looked at him several times, this person was wearing a pair of white gloves, his face was delicate and clean, and he looked very young.

"Yes." Steward Lin nodded, his tone was flat, polite but not humble.

In China, housekeeping is a very special profession, only men between 30~45 can do it, and it takes three years of training to accept the job when the quality, etiquette, behavior, administration, and management are excellent. And only the rich will take the work, and in the same way, only the rich can afford to hire a housekeeper.

Therefore, most people here can't help but look at him a few more times.

Yang Fucheng nodded, looked at him sharply, and asked, "Where were you at six o'clock?" Do what? Why wasn't it you who called the police? ”

"I was sleeping at six o'clock, and the butler's quarters were separate at the back of the villa. So, I didn't know there was a fire in my lord's room at the time. Steward Lin met his eyes without fear, and his tone was frank.

"The glass in the room exploded, why didn't you hear it?" Jiang Sheng pinched the pen in his hand and looked at him with a somewhat cold gaze.

"This ......" Steward Lin's eyes flashed with embarrassment and confusion, "I was sleeping a little heavily at that time. ”

"Steward Lin," Zheng En pointed at Steward Lin, his face flushed with anger, "Did you kill ......?"

"There's a cigarette butt at the foot of that stool."

A slightly magnetic voice sounded, Zheng En froze, faced the person who looked like a dead man, put his right hand on the hot water bottle, and held the bag with the sealed cigarette butt between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and raised his eyes, "Who would want to smoke when tasting wine?" ”