Mansion A, afternoon tea time.

The warm sun was tilting, shining in Huang Dongheng's study, Huang Dongheng and Wen Jie each held a cup of hand-ground coffee.

Wen Jie took a shallow sip, feeling a little bitter, picked up a bag of milkshakes, and filled them with two sugar cubes.

He stirred the coffee gently, and the metal spoon collided with the coffee cup, making a crisp sound that sounded very pleasant.

Huang Dongheng took a sip of coffee, pointed to the pastries on the plate, and said with a smile: "Try the pastries, my sister baked them." ”

Wen Jie also took a sip of the coffee cup, and his lips and teeth were instantly filled with the aroma and mellowness of coffee, and the hand-ground coffee was really different from the instant coffee bought on the street.

He stared with interest at the gold-rimmed disk in front of him, which contained a few pieces of black cake.

The sweet taste is not inferior to the cakes on the market, but the appearance is not very good.

"Is this Huang Weiwei roasted?"

Huang Dongheng smiled and said: "Yes, she likes baking very much, and I will help her open a bakery on a street corner in the city when I have money in the future." ”

Wen Jie's hand holding the coffee cup trembled, he quietly put down the coffee cup, pinched the paper tray of a piece of cake, and carefully bit a small piece of cake, not to mention that it tasted really good.

He showed a comfortable expression and praised: "The cake she baked is so delicious, Brother Huang is blessed, he can always eat freshly baked cakes." ”

"Haha, that's that."

Hearing Wen Jie praise his sister, Huang Hongheng was very happy, and his eyes at Wen Jie were more friendly.

The two ate and drank, and soon the last piece of cake was also eaten.

Huang Dongheng put away the coffee cups and tea plates, wiped the desk, and said apologetically: "The office building I rented last month expired, and there was no customer entrustment, so I simply moved the office back to my home." ”

Wen Jie hurriedly smiled and said, "It's good here, feel more comfortable." It also does not delay the negotiation of business. ”

"Yes, if there is a customer's entrustment, I will make an appointment to the coffee shop at the entrance of the community. Because you and Yang Shanshan...... is very familiar, Yang Shanshan has a good relationship with Huang Weiwei, and she will sometimes come to the house as a guest.

Therefore, I didn't see you outside, and I made an appointment directly at home. ”

Huang Dongheng rubbed his palms and sat back down at the desk.

Somehow, after he mentioned Yang Shanshan, his expression was a little unnatural.

Wen Jie calmly looked at Huang Dongheng in front of him, and the picture of Huang Weiwei crying downstairs last night came out from time to time, which made him feel complicated for a while.

Maybe it's better to live an embarrassing and warm life now than to wander on the cusp of the storm and accidentally fall into the abyss from which you will never recover.

"If there is a chance to soar, for example, the law firm will become famous, and you and Huang Weiwei will live a rich life...... Wen Jie pondered for a moment and continued:

"I mean, you can buy a house for Huang Weiwei in a high-end neighborhood like Jinjiang, or you can open a bakery for Huang Weiwei at the intersection of Huamao Street and Xuanheng Street in the western district, but you can die because you offend customers or peers......

What will you choose? ”

Huang Dongheng originally picked up a pen and sorted out the key information about the Qianqian case mentioned by Wen Jie on paper, so when Wen Jie was babbling a lot, he didn't pay much attention to it.

He is past the age of listening to chicken soup, and for those hypothetical things, he is not cold.

But when he heard the location of Jinjiang International Community and the bakery, the pen in his hand paused suddenly.

He raised his head a little incredulously, and looked at Wen Jie's eyes full of doubt.

He has been to see the model room of Jinjiang International Community more than once, there is a house he likes, the floor is suitable, the layout is perfect, if he has money, he will not hesitate to settle down.

He even followed other clients and went to see the existing house more than once. The feeling of standing in the room is even cooler than looking at the sand table.

He stood at the window of the bay window facing the opposite business district for a long time, and secretly vowed: I must work hard and live a good life with a little bit.

However, as soon as he turned around, the house was ordered by the man who was watching the house with him.

The man with a fat brain, walking with square steps, looked like an official.

There was a beautiful girl next to him.

The girl is very young, just as old as Huang Weiwei.

The two of them look very father and daughter.

The sales lady smiled like a flower, always praised the man for his vision, chose the best house type, and guided them to the sales office to pay the down payment and sign the contract.

Huang Dongheng watched that the young girl kissed the fat man in front of other customers, and said coquettishly: "Brother Wang, the house needs to write people's names!" ”

The man's fat hand slipped from the girl's waist and pinched her ass, looking at the girl with a smile.

The girl pushed him shyly and said, "I hate it! ”

As for the second address mentioned by Wen Jie, he was even more impressed.

Because he saw a laundry on that street corner, because it was some distance from the surrounding community, so the business was not very good, and he had posted a notice of subletting.

It's not a good place to have a laundry, but it's perfect for a bakery.

Huang Weiwei was fired by the company last week, and it was quite comfortable to stay at home for the first two or three days, making soup and baking cakes for him every day.

But in the past few days, I have obviously begun to be absent-minded.

My favorite baking is not much of a concern.

The cake baked the day before yesterday, after the heat, looked black and mushy, it's not that I haven't eaten it for two days.

What Huang Dongheng didn't understand was that he didn't even tell Huang Weiwei about these things, how did this Wen Jie, whom he had never met, know?

Huang Dongheng's reaction fell in Wen Jie's eyes.

Those Wenjie don't mind.

He looked at Huang Dongheng stubbornly, waiting for Huang Dongheng's answer.

"It's a lifetime, and blooming is also a lifetime. As long as the bloom is wonderful enough...... If I had to choose, I would choose your kind of assumption. Huang Dongheng's eyes were firm, and he unconsciously clenched the pen in his hand as he spoke.

Wen Jie lowered his eyes and staggered his gaze from Huang Dongheng.

He looked down at the corner of the desk, and his mind was full of images of Huang wailing and crying bitterly......

He suddenly found that many things made him start anew, and some people's life trajectories still developed in the established direction.

Is it a personality, or is it a desire?

"That's right, Wenjie. I wonder if you're dating Yang Shanshan now? ”

There was a hidden pain in Huang Dongheng's eyes, and he tried his best to make himself look relaxed, although the next words were not easy:

"From the first time I saw Yang Shanshan, I liked her. If she hadn't been dating you, I would have liked to play fairly with you, and whoever catches up will be counted. ”

"It's too late, we're living together." Wen Jie thought of the night when the elevator opened and closed, and thought of the dazzling red in the early morning of the next day, and clearly rejected Huang Dongheng.

He raised his head to look at Huang Dongheng, and saw pain and regret in Huang Dongheng's eyes.

suddenly understood that the reason why Huang Dongheng happily agreed to meet him and made an appointment to meet him at home turned out to be premeditated.

And he was afraid that Zhang Meng and Huang Dongheng would miss it because of the correction of their life trajectory.

That's why there was the scene downstairs.

The room suddenly became very quiet, Huang Dongheng lowered his head, continued to draw on the paper, and said seemingly casually: "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't say it!" ”

Wen Jie looked at Huang Dongheng silently, and at this moment Huang Dongheng took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and looked intently at the white page on the desk.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and it was cool, but Wen Jie felt sweat oozing from his palms.

He remembered the appearance of Yang Shanshan and Huang Dongheng standing together, and that picture stung him.

Originally, he admired and admired a goddess like Yang Shanshan, with a pious guard, but from that night on, everything changed, and he was reluctant to lose Yang Shanshan.

Any man who gets close to Yang Shanshan will make him jealous and make him jealous.

Yang Shanshan is his Wenjie, no one wants to snatch it.

Huang Dongheng was busy on the paper for a while, put down the pen, and said calmly: "Wen Jie, through your description, I have sorted out the evidence that is unfavorable to you, you can take a look." “

As he spoke, he handed the piece of paper to Wen Jie.

When Wen Jie looked at the page, Huang Dongheng hesitated and said: "Wen Jie, since I want to help you clear your suspicion, I think you should tell me more detailed things, such as: Why did you appear at Ye Wenqian's house in the early morning?"

Who else is there in her family besides you?

What are you doing after you left her house and stayed downstairs for so long? “

Wen Jie glanced at the words on the paper, and saw that Huang Dongheng sorted out the ins and outs of the matter very clearly, and raised a few doubts:

1. The identity of the deceased;

2. There was a third person in the room at that time, if Ye Wenqian was alone at home and found that a strange man appeared at home, she would choose to call the police;

3. If there is no third person in the family, Ye Wenqian and Wen Jie should know each other, which also explains why Wen Jie appeared at her house late at night.

These points are logical, especially the first one, the identity of the deceased. It is not necessarily Ye Wenqian who died in Ye Wenqian's house, even Wenjie ignored this.

This can't help but make Wen Jie look at Huang Dongheng with admiration.

Wen Jie carefully recalled the images that appeared in front of his eyes after turning on the system, the living room, the bedroom, and the corpse of the woman lying on the floor in the bedroom.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and the face is even more difficult to see when it is smashed by the chandelier.

He felt that something was wrong before, the woman obviously died of excessive blood loss, why did she still act as if she had hanged herself. A silk scarf was wrapped around his neck, and the other end of the silk scarf was tied to the chandelier.

Perhaps it is the identity of the deceased that Huang Dongheng mentioned.

This can well conceal the identity of the deceased and interfere with the direction of the police's detection.

The identification of the deceased is estimated to be compared with DNA, at least the results will come out tomorrow, then at this time period, the murderer can completely escape.

Since the system assigns tasks, the target is a murdered woman.

If you want to complete this task, you must not only find the murderer, but also find a way to understand the murderer's motive for killing, so that it is possible to make the murderer give up killing.

Seeing that Wen Jie didn't answer for a long time, Huang Dongheng's eyes dimmed, and he had a bad guess in his heart.

At present, all the evidence points to Wen Jie, and Wen Jie is not clear about the doubts in many cases......

So...... He...... It could really be the murderer.

Huang Dongheng looked at Wen Jie coldly, his eyes were vigilant.

Wen Jie raised his eyes and glanced at Huang Dongheng, and said slowly: "I didn't kill the person, someone framed me." “

Huang Dongheng was taken aback, and then smiled in disguise.

He glanced at the time, it was almost five o'clock, why Huang Weiwei hadn't come back yet.

I took out my phone and started calling Huang Weiwei.

I dialed once and there was no answer, and after another call I still didn't answer.

Didn't this girl bring her phone?

No, I bring my phone with me every time I go out to surf.

He was still not at ease, and was about to go to Huang Weiwei's room to have a look, he got up and turned his head to Wen Jie and said, "I'll go to my sister's room to have a look." “

"Oh, please." Wen Jie responded thoughtfully.

Huang Dongheng walked quickly to Huang Weiwei's room, looked around, and didn't see the mobile phone, which means that his sister went out with the mobile phone.

He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned to his desk.

"Wen Jie, do you want to add some water for you?"

"Oh, no thanks."

Wen Jie didn't have time to think about drinking water, there was no new suspect in the case, and once the identity of the deceased was determined and the evidence pointed to him, it was difficult to guarantee that the police would call him back to the police station from time to time to cooperate with the investigation.

"Your sister has a scar on her wrist?" Wen Jie somehow came up with such a question.

"Huh?" Huang Dongheng was stunned, not understanding what Wen Jie meant.

Wen Jie has been recalling the situation when he entered Ye Wenqian's bedroom through the system, and the murdered woman was covered with blood, but her arm was not stained with blood, but she was holding a blank piece of paper.

Wen Jie was just trying to see the contents of the piece of paper when he heard the sound of the police breaking down the door, and he quickly exited the system.

As the system screen slowly faded, I saw what appeared to be a scar on the wrist of the woman on the ground.

It looks a bit like a burn.

"Right wrist? There was a burn there, similar to a cigarette butt. Huang Dongheng said lightly.

Wen Jie was shocked, and looked up at Huang Dongheng suddenly, with anxiety and horror in his eyes: "Burns? It's round, about the size of an index fingernail, right? ”

Huang Dongheng looked at Wen Jie in a daze, he thought that Wen Jie had seen Huang Weiwei before, and he might have noticed the scar on Weiwei's arm, so he asked casually today.

So, he didn't think deeply.

But looking at Wen Jie's shocked expression at the moment, he asked casually about what he should have!

It's even more terrifying than looking at a dead man!

Dead person?

Huang Dongheng looked down at the first article written on his piece of paper, and the whole person was instantly stunned.

He grabbed Wen Jie's clothes like crazy, and pulled Wen Jie in front of him, his eyes were blood-red, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out: "Wen Jie, you make it clear, what scars do you say, where did you see the scars!" “

"I ......" Wen Jie also looked confused, and said hesitantly: "That Ye Wenqian's bedroom...... Girl Killed...... There is a scar on the arm......"

"What do you say...... You make it clear to me! Huang Dongheng roared, eager to tear Wen Jie apart.

Wen Jie saw Huang Dongheng suddenly go crazy and realized that the tragic corpse in Ye Wenqian's house might be Huang Weiwei.

Huang Weiwei!

He was even more shocked that he almost exploded on the spot.

What a special situation, what is this!

TV doesn't dare to act like this, is it good!