On the glowing white computer monitor, under the big, blackened, and bold words of the suicide note, there was a paragraph similar to a written report.

Yang Zhiwen's eyes did not look directly at the screen, but carefully observed the small marks on the table, scratches, ash marks, and scratches, and took the screen with his residual light from time to time.

Because he knew that the suicide note on the computer was mostly asked by others to do it, or that he had to do it, in order to cover up Zhou Yang's self-justifying garbage in death this time.

As long as Yang Zhiwen can find a half-star and can deduce from a subjective and objective perspective that Zhou Yang's suicide note was written without his intention, then from the perspective of the victim's family, they can get a large inheritance.

Yang Zhiwen's eyes swept layer by layer on the lines on the wooden table, because it was mahogany furniture, it was difficult to show all kinds of traces on it, and the detection of dark items was undoubtedly a place that annoyed all the on-site surveyors.

However, judging from the calm in his eyebrows at this time, and the posture in which he reached into the inside of his pants with his right hand to adjust the trajectory, he found it.

At this time, Yang Zhiwen also bent down to check the various marks on the floor, as well as the chair behind.

The work proceeded in an orderly manner, as he bent down to inspect the floor, or rather crouched down to observe the chair, his legs slightly numb.

Yang Zhiwen would stand up, his left hand on his waist and his right hand on his waist, and his eyes would look intently at the screen to see if he could find something useful from the written report called garbage.

No matter how complicated and boring the work process is, no matter how simple the procedure progresses, of course, all this is inseparable from Yang Zhiwen.

If Yang Zhiwen's director's father, Li Xinsheng, doesn't have to worry about his son being behind Robert's gang, then the current on-site criminal investigation work has already been completed, and everything will be summarized into a written report, Yang Zhiwen is only responsible for sitting in the crowded office room, lying on the chair with a cup of coffee and watching.

Time passes in such a muddy way, passing away when people are conscious and unconscious.

Still, this primitive way of working has some effect. After all, Yang Zhiwen is a child from the slums, and he knows some truths that will not be understood by the world's people since he was a child.

For example, there will be steel jumps and marbles under the game machines in the video game city, and there will be stinky socks that you have lost for many years in the crevices of the sofa.

Then by analogy, what cannot be found on the surface, since it cannot be found, then it must be covered up by something.

Then there are only two cases, one is that it is mixed with something similar in color, and the other is that the volume of the obscured object exceeds the volume of the target we are looking for.

Summary: First of all, determine the target you are looking for in your mind, and then rationally analyze the specific size, shape, color and other clues that he should have. Suspicious target locations are then deduced and eliminated one by one using the elimination method. It's much more efficient than looking aimlessly over a large area.

At this point, Yang Zhiwen had already stood up quietly, he rubbed his eyes with his right hand, leaned back with his left hand, and stretched comfortably.

"Ahh In a pleasant yawn, Yang Zhiwen once again said to himself: "I finally found some useful clues." As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the lower left corner of the table, where there was an inconspicuous red dot. The splattered blood stain is in the shape of a thin strip at the tip of the finger in the direction of the victim, while the other side is thicker and longer, which is suitable for hiding in the red lines on the table, which has small scratches and smashes on the upper right side of the table. ”

Yang Zhiwen took a deep breath, and the expression on his face was full of comfort: "The table is placed in the right corner of the entrance, and the wall in the table is relatively close, so when Zhou Yang was writing a suicide note on the table, he was attacked in the direction of the left rear side of it. ”

"Then the blood and smashing can be explained, someone hit Zhou Yang's head hard from the left side, the blood flew to the left side due to the relative force, and the center of gravity of Zhou Yang's body fell to the right front because of the blow from the left back, and the head smashed into the tabletop, and the table produced slight marks."

So, what is the murder weapon? It can't be their own, otherwise they wouldn't have put the body under the hydraulic platform of the car.

Yang Zhiwen left the desk and walked to the cabinet where Zhou Yang displayed his art. The treasures on the cabinet can be said to be everything, and there are a lot of dazzling treasures. Dragon Ball's dragon figure and the statue of Vegeta Jiao, which transforms into a Super Saiyan, are both vivid and lifelike.

Especially the figurine sculpture of Vegeta, there is a poster next to it. Prince Vegeta was in an empty clearing, his body glowing with a strong light, this arrogant and indifferent Saiyan prince was fighting for him for the first time at this moment. He was a bloodthirsty devil who once killed his best friend Naba in front of all his enemies. But now, in the face of a powerful enemy, he uses the move of self-detonation, trying to take the enemy away and exchange it for one.

At the moment before his body was wiped out due to his powerful energy, he finally revealed to the world his true feelings, what a haughty and indifferent person really needed.

"Goodbye, my wife Bulma, my son Tenanx, and the Monkey King."

Vegeta's sculpture is the most striking and placed in the center. Yang Zhiwen looked at the sculpture silently, and had a new understanding of Zhou Yang's identity as a father in his mind.

At this moment, he put his two hands behind his back, grabbed the hem of the clothes behind him, and made up the true character of Zhou Yang. And the identity of his father makes him fearful, but he longs for it.

Just such a complete image, from fragmented clues, gradually connected and filled. His father frightened him when he was young, and as he put his hands behind his back and grabbed the hem of his clothes, his expression changed from inexplicable to what he seemed to expect. He said silently in his mind.

He usually cares very little about his family, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he won't show his true feelings, he is afraid that this will become his weakness, but when he really shows all this, it means that his family is in danger, he must stand in front of them, with the determination to die...

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiwen's mood became very low, at first because the case was solved smoothly, but the high mood at the moment was swept away. He was silent and grimacing, and slowly took out the documents in the data generation on his body. On the name of the victim's family, the word Zhou Tai attracted his attention.

Yang Zhiwen lowered his head and looked at Zhou Tai's photo, and muttered to himself: "Is this his son?" A depressed face. Although Zhou Tai in the photo has a flat smile on his face, Yang Zhiwen knows that it is all pretended, Zhou Tai's kid just wants others to feel that he is having a good time.

"Heng..." Yang Zhiwen took a deep breath, wiped his clothes with his hand, and then touched his face with his hand and wiped his nose. It seems that he is very good at regulating his emotions.

Even though emotions would make him sad and sad, he immediately adjusted his state, turned his attention to the development of the case, sighed, and began to fold his hands on his hips.

"Since the possibility of bringing his own murder weapon has been ruled out, judging from the moment Zhou Yang's body was found on the hydraulic platform, Zhou Yang's fingerprints were glued on the hydraulic telecontrol remote control next to him. These two suspects are arrogant and ignorant, and it seems that the murder weapon is a metal figure. ”

Yang Zhiwen took two steps forward, leaned forward slightly, looked at the plane of the counter on the cabinet, then bent down again, looked at the plane of the second floor, and then squatted down...

"They didn't even wipe the dust off the cabinets, and it looked like they just put the items back where they were." Yang Zhiwen looked at the counter, on the counter that was slightly dusty, there was no relatively clean area, and every grain of dust was evenly scattered next to the figure.

After looking at the figure on the counter again, he shook his head vigorously, and then strode out of Zhou Yang's office, revealing a subtle anxiety between his gestures.

"So..."Yang Zhi walked back and forth in the warehouse, his right arm slightly clenched, then slowly raised it above his head, and then shook it down.

After doing this, Yang Zhiwen suddenly smiled, revealing a kind of relaxation and ease between his eyebrows, "Hu~" He walked lightly to Zhou Yang's room, facing the cabinet full of figures, what was he looking for in his confused eyes?

This thing has to be grippy, and its front end is larger than the back end, and the front end doesn't have too many sharp objects.

"Found it." Yang Zhiwen said with self-affirmation, then silently lowered his head, and his eyes came to the second row of the cabinet.

The second row was filled with Sailor Moon and some unknown anime characters, but Yang Zhiwen didn't stare at these things, and an inconspicuous figure caught his attention.

"Is he disgusted with the world? Or is he just disgusted with himself? Yang Zhiwen stammered, and looked at the figure that was used as a murder weapon by one of the two men and abandoned by Zhou Yang.

The inferences in my mind converged in an instant.

Zhou Yang sat on the chair and looked at the screen with his eyes like torches, his hands tapping on the keyboard intermittently. The tall man behind him watched him concentrate on it, so he put his body to the side and began to look around.

And the shorter man on the other side of Yang Zhiwen's table began to be impatient again, and walked alone to the cabinet in the room where the figure was placed. The tall man ignored him when he saw that he was not moving, and walked to the wall opposite the cabinet where the imitation oil painting hung on it.

Without the restraints of tall men, the short man began to lose control of himself again. At this time, he was like a child in the second grade of primary school, with a slight smile on his square face and his eyes looking left and right, like stealing change from his parents' wallets in junior high school.

The short man's eyes quietly glanced to the left, very good! Zhou Yang was busy typing, so~ The short man turned his head behind him with his gaze, and the eldest brother looked at the incomprehensible oil painting behind him, oh! The painting was weird, and he shouldn't have noticed me by now, anyway.

The short man's hand quietly but quickly reached into the cupboard, grabbed the figure he had loved for a long time, and then took it back in the same way, without making a sound.

The short man turned around and turned his back to Zhou Yang, who was typing, and the tall man who was admiring the art.

"Huh..."The short man exhaled softly, holding the figure in his arms, and looking at it with joy.

The figure in the figure is Satan in Dragon Ball, a dark-skinned, cowardly, proud, and liar-mouthed person, but he can play a heavy role at critical moments.

The shape of this figure is very exaggerated, because at this moment, Satan's shirt is torn to reveal strong muscles, and his hands are stubbornly held high, and his hands are a blue transparent ball of energy. In the orthodox plot, this energy ball is the strongest trick launched by the Saiyan Monkey King to protect the earth, but when this skill was activated, there was an accident.

In the divine realm of the king of the realm, Sun Wukong's friends gathered seven dragon balls to gather the dragon, and they made this wish to the dragon to resurrect the good people on the earth.

The wish was successful, and the good people of the earth were resurrected, but the danger continued, because the enemy was not destroyed at the moment. So, he raised his hands in the air, trying to draw strength from the universe to destroy the enemy.

The power of the Monkey King given by all things such as lakes, mountains, rivers, and galaxies gradually converges into a spherical shape above the hand. However, the resurrected humans they had made a wish did not give them strength. They transmitted their voices to every corner of the earth through the Realm King God, but everyone heard their voices, but everyone did not help, they just silently teased the source of the sound, laughing at this absurd so-called hoax.

Finally, they heard Satan's voice, and they were gullible. It's because they know Satan, the star on high, the number one master in the world, and the savior.

People raised their hands to give their strength, and the vitality bomb in Sun Wukong's hand became bigger and bigger. In people's later stories, it was the heroic and invincible Satan who eliminated the enemy, and Sun Wukong lived a life of poverty.

And Satan is the name of the devil in the Bible.

The short man was fascinated by it, his eyes revealing joy, and the curvature of his mouth revealing greed. "Hey!" The tall man's voice suddenly appeared behind him, and the short man was startled by the sudden cry in his ear, and he was about to get up and scream but the tall man covered his mouth.

The tall man whispered in his ear, "Shhh Hide it quietly and take him with me. After saying that, the tall man turned to leave, his right hand quietly placed behind him, and his fingers flicked upward, motioning for him to follow.

The short man quietly followed behind him, and the tall man was already watching Yang Zhiwen write a suicide note next to Zhou Yang at this time, and at this moment the short man saw that the tall man was constantly signaling to him at this time, letting the short man come to his side.

The short man walked to the tall man's side as he did, Zhou Yang glanced at the short man at this time, did not speak, and then looked at his screen again.

Well? The tall man quietly poked the short man with his left hand at this time, and the short man looked blankly at the tall man's face, and gradually looked down to see the tall man's hand begging for something.

Oh~ The short man turned around and quietly handed the figure into the hands of the tall man.

"Hey, how did you look at his stuff?" The tall man exerted force on the short man at this time, but his words were actually said to Zhou Yang.

And the tall man walked to the left as a matter of course at this time, giving the short man a space to come in, so that he could watch Zhou Yang write a suicide note.

The short man squeezed over, and Zhou Yang didn't say anything, and then he couldn't speak. Just now, when the tall man squeezed over the short man, he grabbed the metal figure with his hand and smashed it hard at Zhou Yang's head with the end of the Yuan Qi bomb.

"I am the invincible Satan, MR. Satan! 》

The tall man smiled easily, while the short man was speechless in astonishment, his mouth was full of stumbling thoughts, but he couldn't say it clearly.

Looking at the short man's stumbling appearance, a strange smile appeared on the tall man's face.

"Reasonable attention shift, decisive and ruthless attack, hum~" Yang Zhiwen had already ended the association, because he had already thought that he had done the same thing when he was a child. The corners of his mouth that were slightly raised seemed to be uncontrollably frantically frantically flared upward.

But fortunately, he still controlled it, he couldn't describe himself at the moment, he only comforted himself silently, and he would take this figure back with the physical evidence bag later. He reached out and took the figure and put it in the evidence bag, and everything was immediately decided.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.