"What!"

The words fell thunderingly.

Although Zhang Zhengguo had already felt it, he was also caught off guard after hearing the answer.

An unsolved case that caused a sensation in the whole Federation, and a murder case that happened in an abandoned house on a desert island.

He really couldn't figure out how Ning Qing connected the two, and thought that Lin Yu was the murderer in the two cases.

Ning Qing seemed to be a completely different person, her lazy and insipid expression disappeared, and her tone was firm: "In this world, there will never be a perfect and seamless method of killing, and all crime scenes will leave clues. ”

"The difference is whether we actually find out and investigate it."

Lin Yu narrowed the corners of his eyes slightly, staring at Ning Qing deadly.

When the other party said this, he knew that he was not far from being exposed, and the things he relied on might be revealed.

What he couldn't figure out was that he never left any clues, how the other party connected the two cases together, and firmly believed that he was the murderer.

Perhaps out of confidence in his own means of committing crimes, a kind of thought gradually arose in his heart that the other party was deceiving himself.

So, Lin Yu deliberately slowly relaxed his overly tense mind, as long as Ning Qing Gu Zuoyan was far-fetched, he would wait for the opportunity to bite back and drown the other party with thousands of words.

Ning Qing sat by the fire, not knowing anything about the abacus in Lin Yu's stomach, and said to herself: "I remember that Brother Lin said that he studied in the photography department of the university? ”

"What's the problem?"

The corners of Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand was slightly rolled into a fist and placed in the middle of the person, completely covering his entire chin, so that everyone could not see his demeanor clearly.

"No problem, good."

Ning Qing stared at the flames burning in the fire, her pupils dilated, and her voice seemed to be whispering to herself.

Ning Qing looked at the fire and was distracted, Lin Yu looked at Ning Qing intently, Zhang Zhengguo stood on the other side of the fire with the access card in his hand, and the three of them formed an irregular triangle.

Zhang Mei leaned against the wall, her eyes staring at the fire with the same eyes, her pupils were not focused.

She has no sense of existence, but she seems to have been so quiet all the time.

In the center of the lobby, there are scattered spirit cards in the shrine, and there are also spirit cards on the ground that have been burned in half and Yang Fang is not cared for.

The bodies of Feng Hou and Ke Li were lying under the shrine, knives were stuck in the back of the two of them, blood was flowing down the corners of their clothes to the floor, and their body temperature was dissipating in the typhoon at an extremely fast speed.

Chu Xiaohe squatted in the corner of the lobby, his hands around him, half of his face buried deep under his arms, his hair was messy to cover his beautiful face, and the two pairs of big eyes were covered with tears.

It seemed that the farther away she was from the corpse, the more reassuring she would be.

The flames shone on every object in the room, and sometimes swayed with the wind that seeped through the cracks in the doors and windows, and the faces of the people were darkened and brightened, forming an eerie picture.

Syllable!

A cluster of sparks burst in the fire, bringing with them a sparkling glow that shattered the sudden balance.

Ning Qing added a piece of dry wood to the fire, "Teacher Zhang, please confirm what major is written on the dormitory admission card." ”

Zhang Zhengguo looked down at the card in his hand, and his tone was confirmed: "Broadcasting Department." ”

"Okay, Brother Lin, I can ask you again, what is your major?" Ning Qing still looked at the fire and didn't raise her head.

Regarding this malicious question, Lin Yu hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "You... What do you want to say? ”

"It's not what I'm trying to say, but how do you want to explain your lies?"

"Forget it, why don't I explain it for you?"

"I just saw the picture in your camera upstairs, and it's the worst I've ever seen in my life."

"Even if someone says you're the straight man of steel in the photo, I'll believe it."

"With such a terrible shooting technique, I don't even know how you got into the photography department? Aren't you afraid that the ancestral coffin board of the photography department can't be pressed? ”

"After seeing the personal information on the dormitory admission card, it dawned on me that you studied broadcasting."

"I think at this time, Brother Lin, you will definitely say that you are a double major, majoring in broadcasting and minoring in photography."

"Friendly reminder, you'd better not say that."

"I still have a little bit of a superficial understanding of the Federal Higher School of Music, where the photography major was abolished five years ago."

"Brother Lin, you are only in your third year now, that is to say, when you were not in college, there was no such major in this school."

"I think you're going to say again that it's only natural not to reveal your reality to strangers when you're away from home."

"This reason is indeed reasonable, there is nothing wrong with it!"

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you admit that you lied and hide the fact that you are a broadcasting major, it is enough."

Lin Yu listened to Ning Qing's self-questioning chat, and his hands and feet gradually fell into coldness.

The other party not only came prepared, but simply pressed step by step, welding all his retreats into an iron gate, leaving no way to live.

Forcing yourself to admit that you can only admit the fact that you lied about your profession.

"What if I'm a broadcasting major? Do you slander me as a murderer just because I told a lie? ”

Lin Yu hasn't lost yet, and the other party's accusations are still not painful, far from the time when the poor dagger is seen.

Ning Qing shook his head and smiled: "Brother Lin, your desire to survive is really strong!" It seems that he will not give up until the Yellow River. ”

"Oh? That tiresome analysis, I listened to it. ”

"Hmm... How can I say that..."

"When the 'Jiangmin Community Soul Returning Case' caused a sensation in the Federation, I was very interested in this case, so I rushed to Qicheng and privately visited the Jiangmin community to investigate."

"At that time, I spent three months visiting and investigating all the people that the deceased's family of three came into contact with within six months."

"But in the end, like the federal police, I didn't find any useful leads."

"It wasn't until now that Zhang Jiaming was killed and I saw the personal information on the access card in your backpack that I remembered where I had seen your name."

"Two months before the 'Jiangmin Community Soul Returning Case', the deceased's daughter had just finished the second semester of her sophomore year of high school, and she was in her third year of high school in the next semester."

"In order to prepare their daughter for the third year of high school, her parents found a tutor for her daughter in the summer to make up for the class."

"And this tutor happens to be you, Lin Yu."

"The Federal Higher Conservatory of Music is also in Baihui District, Qicheng, only two streets away from Jiangmin Community."

"At the beginning of the summer vacation, you began to go to the deceased's home to make up for the other party's daughter, and did not take advantage of the vacation to return to your hometown."

"But for some reason, you stayed at the deceased's house for half a month and then stopped giving the deceased make-up lessons, and directly packed up and returned to your hometown on the same day."

"I didn't return to the college from my hometown until the start of the school year in September."

"I didn't notice you at the time because you had proof of non-appearance, and more than a month has passed since the crime."

"But now the situation is different, two cases with the same means of murder have appeared one after another, as long as you are not a fool, you will wonder if there is something wrong with you."

"And then I kept thinking, if it was your hand, how did you get these illogical voices to appear?"

"Broadcasting Department!"

"The broadcasting department is a good major, all of them are talents, handsome and good-talking."

"Find a boyfriend or girlfriend in this profession and enjoy a new partner every day."

"The sound is varied!"

"Uncle, old man, little fresh meat, sissy, royal sister, Lori, and young woman voice switch freely."