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Qiao Zhen and Shi Yan were one meter apart, standing face to face, one with an angry face, and the other with jealousy. Each of them holds a glass of water in their hands, which is not so much a cover as a necessary prop to stabilize their emotions.

"Senior sister, you can't interfere in my life, just like I can't control other people's joys and sorrows. Don't you think we all need to take it easy and things will become normal? ”

"Before you, everything was normal."

"Believe it or not, I want to make it clear that I, Jo Zhen, have never done anything to steal people's love. Although I don't admire Zhang Chenzhi as much as you do, today I want to make my attitude clear. ”

Shi Yan sneered: "So, you finally admit it, you still like him a little, don't you?" ”

Qiao Zhen suppressed his anger, ignored her, and continued: "As long as you are not his girlfriend for a day, whether I like him or not, I have the right to decide whether to be with him or not. This is my freedom, and you have no right to take it away. ”

Shi Yan listened, but didn't care about the point she said, just surprised: "Is your consciousness that he is clearly chasing you?" Why I've never heard of you, I don't even see it. ”

Qiao Zhen was speechless about Shi Yan's rare irrationality, walked to the kitchen and took a bottle of ice drink, took a sip, and saw that she was still there puzzled, and a little unbearable.

She walked up to her, put her arm around Shi Yan's shoulder, and raised her voice: "If you want me to say, most of people's troubles are caused by unclear boundaries. You are not who he is, and I am not who you are. As an adult, you have no right to inquire into other people's privacy, and I have no obligation to report my emotional trends to you, let alone preach and make groundless accusations to others, and no one can understand other people's experiences and feelings. Of course, active communication between friends is a different story. ”

Shi Yan was a little incredulous: "Aren't you and I friends now, and you said that you would help each other find a boyfriend as a consultant?" ”

"It's because you're friends that I've told you so much. Do you think that with my temper, I would be willing to say one more word to someone I don't care about, who is unwarrantedly suspicious of me, and even pointing fingers at me? Qiao Zhen felt that he had finished what he had to say, and turned to leave, leaving Shi Yan alone in a daze.

Back in the house, Qiao Zhen's chest was still a little heaving, and he was angry. She couldn't imagine that the two of them would have such a conversation today, and she was also a little uneasy about what she had just said.

She picked up a book on the bedside table, but couldn't read a word. She didn't know if the confession she had just opened the inexplicable wounds between the two, whether it was a healing detoxification or a devastating tear for the friendship.

She shook her head, not wanting to think about it any longer, no matter what, such a hearty experience was at least better than dodging suspicion and avoidance.

Qiao Zhen's eyes suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Chenzhi's eyes staring at her, she could read the fascination and concerns, but she chose to ignore them every time.

She sat at the head of the bed and sighed softly. There is a smiling father in the front, and Shi Yan in the back. Even if she accepted, how far would they go? The influence of the external environment on the relationship is so great, she has tasted it in the end, only work will not disappoint her, and it seems that it is not difficult to grow melons and get melons.

Thinking about it like this, she was relieved. Take a deep breath, silently wipe that heartwarming face from front of your eyes, get up and go to wash. When she squeezed out a piece of toothpaste, she looked up at herself in the mirror, full of spirits, she was no longer the girl who was emaciated and haggard because of her feelings. She smiled at herself, and secretly made up her mind, it was better to keep the current state, with a little worry in the haze, which was good.

Qiao Zhen turned on his phone and looked at one of the photos. This is a survey map of the sweat palm print of the missing index finger, and the results of their continuous work today.

Imagining the combination of sweat palm prints and footprints and fingerprints collected on the windowsill, coupled with the blood samples collected in the bathroom, it is enough to greatly narrow the scope of the murderer's investigation, and it is even possible to hit and capture it in one fell swoop, she can't stop her excitement. Photos seem to be the best antidote, offsetting her troubles of being "trapped" between Shi Yan and Zhang Chenzhi for days, and the sound of rain outside the window has become the background sound of a peaceful mood.

She finally couldn't resist the wave of sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as he woke up, Qiao Zhen was dispelled from sleep by many questions. What kind of person is a person and what kind of business is he engaged in? What stories did his fingers have had before? Is it difficult to arrest when the physical evidence is complete? If the missing person still lives nearby, he must have heard about it, and will he escape from the city after hearing the news? According to his father's inference, this case will not be committed by a rogue criminal, so did he and Zhang Qin know each other before, and what was the end?

If the investigation of the scene is like a treasure hunt, it makes Qiao Zhen and these criminal policemen tense their nerves. Then the arrival of the murderer is the beginning of the show, and the most satisfying decryption link for criminal psychoanalysts.

Many times, she has found that it is sometimes difficult to deduce the circumstances under which a person would use crime as an expression of extreme emotions to misjudge the motive for committing a crime. And motivation is always the starting point for the germination of a person's evil thoughts, and the continuous motivation.

It was in this process of unsolvable and chaotic thoughts that the severed finger man was taken to the interrogation room behind the glass curtain wall, where Qiao Zhen and the others sat outside the interrogation room as if watching the fire, watching how the lean and stubborn young man defended himself.

Today's Lord looked at Zhang Chenzhi, and when he walked into the interrogation room, he limped a little.

Qiao Zhen stared at the subtle painful expression on his face with concern, and he didn't inquire, and soon heard others yawn and say, "The place where this stinky boy lives is really deserted, and there is not even a street lamp. ”

After listening to a few words, she knew that after they got the clue yesterday, they chased the murderer overnight. Zhang Chenzhi's leg was found in the pothole, and it should have hurt his tendons, but he said that this small injury was nothing, and insisted on coming back first to make the murderer "full of heads" (referring to the usual procedures such as interrogation transcripts before detention procedures).

"Do you say or do you say?" After Zhang Chenzhi talked to him for a few words, he asked.

"Huh?" The severed finger man didn't dare to look at him at all, and when he looked up, his eyes were full of panic, and he only cared about one question, "Will I die?" After the finger-severed man finished speaking, he closed his eyes deeply and lowered his head, as if he was thinking, as if he wanted to escape from what was in front of him.

Zhang Chenzhi waited quietly, and after a few minutes, until fear completely occupied his mind, he opened his mouth and said to him: "I can only tell you that your own confession and I will tell you what evidence we have are completely two different natures, and the sentencing and conviction are not the same. As for whether the attitude of surrendering is good or not, it is up to you, and you need to be responsible for any choice. ”

"I didn't plan to do that." The severed finger seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly raised his hand, "Do you know how my hand was broken?" ”

Qiao Zhen leaned close to the screen with concern to observe, and everyone heard him take the initiative to bring up this topic, and they were all waiting to hear him continue.

He was clearly not yet able to calmly accept the fact that his finger was severed.

Two years ago, he still rented an apartment next door to Zhang Qin, and it happened that Zhang Qin was an enthusiastic neighbor, seeing that he was a single young man, who got up early and was greedy for night, and his income was not high. After a long time, even on weekends, I would invite him to my home to learn cooking skills and have a meal together. Until one day, while making duck soup in his apartment, he cut off his finger.

"Ten fingers to my heart, I was so painful that I couldn't speak, she helped me call the police and call an ambulance. However, on the way to the hospital, she asked me if I was doing it for money. I didn't answer her, I just cried out in pain, and when I got to the hospital, she kept looking at me coldly, like looking at a bad guy who couldn't be helped. This look, I still remember, is the expression of my mother when I was not admitted to the key middle school of the city, and my mother didn't say anything. ”

"Fortunately, after the insurance company invited a forensic doctor, he took apart the gauze, carefully observed the cross-section of my finger injury, and nodded at the claims adjuster in front of me.