Summary: Putting down the phone, he smiled and said: I already know the truth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it's time for us to unravel this mystery.

After entering the ward, most people have actually woken up, and the elderly generally go to bed early and get up early.

Wei Hui first made a round in the ward, and then gestured to Wei Shenglin.

"Ahem," he coughed twice and said with a serious face, he already knew who the murderer was, and he also knew the murderer's intentions.....

"You say, don't sell it, isn't it one of us?" The eldest sister was a little anxious, it seemed that she was more afraid than anyone else that her life would be threatened, and she had an impatient expression to know the truth.

But Wei Hui didn't hurry and took a sip of the hot water in the glass and drank it all, "I'm sorry, the water is gone, can Uncle Zhang help me pour some water?" ”

Wei Shenglin originally thought what it was, but when he heard that Wei Hui asked Uncle Zhang Liao Qiu to pour water, he was a little unhappy, and an old man with a broken hand went to help a sound young man go to fetch water? What a joke, if this person had been a police officer before, it would be a shame.

"Okay, give me the cup." Zhang Liaoqiu took the hot glass tremblingly, only to see that Zhang Liaoqiu's hand just grabbed the glass and shook it, and the glass fell to the ground with a clatter.

Wei Shenglin felt that Wei Hui's behavior was a bit excessive, he was supposed to reason well, but who knew that as soon as he came in, he would ask others to do things, he saw that Uncle Zhang was about to squat down and pick up those fragments, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"What happened to Uncle Zhang's hand? Why can't you do it? Don't you often make crafts? Wei Hui just stood in front of Zhang Liaoqiu and looked at him with his head down, his words full of sarcasm, "Did you sprain the night before yesterday?" ”

As soon as Wei Hui's words came out, Wei Shenglin and some smart people could hear what he meant, didn't he mean that he sprained his wrist when he killed someone the night before? But how could this be possible, how could an old man with a wounded hand and a plaster cast kill a young man twice his size? This is completely unreasonable.

Everyone except Wei Hui thinks so, including Wei Shenglin, he has respected this old man very much from the beginning, he likes to chat with him, and when he encounters the current situation, Wei Shenglin of course wants to help him say something good, "Master, Uncle Zhang's hands are like this, how can he kill someone at such an age?" Besides, Uncle Zhang only transferred to the hospital that night, logically speaking, how could two people who didn't know the deceased do such a thing? ”

Wei Hui snorted, "Zhang Liaoqiu, when the police came to make a record for you, they should have asked about your relationship, but how did you answer?" ”

Speaking of which, everyone stopped talking, I don't know why Wei Hui's attitude was particularly tough today, and even the tone of his speech was a little yin and yang...

Zhang Liao Qiu didn't speak, although he had already stood up straight, but his eyes never dared to look at Wei Hui, his toes pointed to the door from beginning to end, he was very nervous, but he suppressed this nervousness, causing the expression on his face to be very unnatural, and his hands kept pulling the corners of his clothes.

Wei Hui noticed these small movements, and then asked Zhang Liaoqiu: "Is it you?!" I'll give you another chance to admit it! ”

Wei Hui was very emotional, Wei Shenglin and Yu Mingxiu didn't quite understand why Wei Hui was so excited today.

Zhang Liaoqiu still didn't speak, he must be doing a great psychological struggle now, if he didn't say it, if Wei Hui really knew, it would be self-defeating; said, if Wei Hui was just blind, wouldn't it be stupid to say it himself? Now he can delay it for as long as he wants, in his heart, this should be the right choice

But he was wrong, the more he didn't speak, the more angry Wei Hui became, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, he didn't want to give Zhang Liaoqiu a last chance.

"First of all, we were all in this room that night, why didn't anyone find anyone dead? Sheng Lin, you can talk about it. Wei Hui asked

Wei Shenglin replied, is it because everyone is tired?

Wei Hui was very dissatisfied with this answer, if it was a planned murder, the murderer would never allow this kind of uncertain factor to appear, all he had to do was to put a small amount of sleeping agent in the aromatherapy.

"Sleeping pills?" Yu Mingxiu questioned the answer, "Where did he get the potion?" ”

"In other words, it should be an anesthetic, this kind of thing will definitely come into contact with when he treats it in his hands, as long as it is not unrealistic to take a little bit when the doctor is inadvertent." Wei Hui said that this was just his speculation, because this kind of thing is estimated to have been thrown into the trash can that night, and it is now impossible to find the container where the anesthetic was stored and to take his fingerprints.

After this question is solved, a new question arises, what about the murder weapon? Where is the murder weapon?

"The murder weapon?" Wei Hui tilted his head sideways and sighed, "Before finding the murder weapon......"

Wei Hui said as he hit Zhang Liaoqiu's hand with a plaster cast.

"What do you want to do?"

After Wei Hui finished colliding, his eyes stayed on Zhang Liaoqiu's face and did not leave.

"Don't pretend," Wei Hui touched his hand again, "I've asked the nurse, your hand is almost fine, and the plaster doesn't need to be wrapped for a long time." He smiled confidently, "There's a place you won't find even if you're searched." ”

Wei Shenglin had already thought about it, but he still didn't believe that someone would really hide the murderer in such a dangerous place.

"That's right, that knife should be in that plaster." Wei Hui spoke slowly but firmly, as if he was 200 percent sure that it was there

Although Zhang Liaoqiu didn't speak at this time, his eyes had already begun to drift, which made Wei Hui even more sure. Wei Hui asked the little police officers to come forward to check Zhang Liaoqiu's plaster.

"No need" Zhang Liaoqiu finally spoke, he took off the plaster himself, and there was really a knife between his arm and the plaster.

"But...... Why, didn't you just get to know the deceased? "Wei Shenglin is a little confused, what is the motive?

Wei Shenglin looked at Wei Hui, hoping that he could solve this doubt.

Wei Hui asked Zhang Liaoqiu, is it because of the incident five years ago? Zhang Liaoqiu nodded. Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Wei Hui told the truth, it was a sad story, it was a sad story, it recorded the great changes of the two people in the past few years. It was a hatred caused by misunderstandings, a killing caused by friction......