Although Huang Qiumei often buys red dates, it cannot be concluded that she is the murderer.

Judging from the neighbor's words and the injury on Huang Qiumei's face, the two often quarreled and even beat each other, but this kind of long-term killing method made Huang Qiumei hate Sun Yao a lot to do it.

Chen Feng didn't figure this out, and even he felt that Huang Qiumei's motive for killing was not strong enough, but why did Huang Qiumei lie and hide that she often bought red dates.

Tang Shang's matter has not yet been raised, and now there is another headache murder case.

Chen Feng rubbed his temples and lay down on the sofa.

"System, Sun Yao's case is stuck, do you have any suggestions?" Chen Feng asked out loud.

"Host, the semantics of your sentence are unclear, please rephrase it."

"Is 10 points enough?" Chen Feng said angrily.

"Host, you can talk to Huang Qiumei again, use the FBI's cliché technology, you can get the information you want; In addition, 10 points are just to get advice from a super artificial system, the host, you are not generally deducted. ”

The FBI's cliché technology?

Chen Feng didn't find this thing on the mall.

"Ahem, host, you can search for that thing on the Internet."

Chen Feng decisively entered the training mode, picked a few murder cases at random, and experienced the process of interrogating the murderer.

Of course, at present, Huang Qiumei is only a suspect.

After mastering some technical and psychological knowledge that was convenient for interrogation, Chen Feng withdrew from the system.

When he went downstairs, Chen Feng saw that the hour hand of the clock was pointing to 14, and he realized that he had been thinking for a while upstairs, and so much time had passed.

"I shouted a few words to you, and when I saw that you didn't respond, I ate it myself, and I left you the food in the rice cooker." Xu Zhuwo was playing games on the sofa and said without raising his head.

"You're so virtuous, I didn't expect you to be able to cook." Chen Feng regretted saying this when he turned on the rice cooker, because there was only white rice and a black mass in the rice cooker.

"What did you eat at noon?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

"No, my fruit salad for lunch."

Chen Feng: "......"

Well, let's go out to eat.

After Chen Feng finished eating out, he took a taxi to Huang Qiumei's residence again, and the time was just half past four.

An hour and a half later, the sky darkened, and Chen Feng finally saw Huang Qiumei in uniform coming back, still carrying vegetables in her hands, and her mood was not affected by Sun Yao's death in the slightest.

Chen Feng stood at the entrance of the alley, and Huang Qiumei walked into the alley with vegetables, as if she didn't know Chen Feng, and didn't even look at it.

Chen Feng followed and stopped Huang Qiumei.

"Something?" Huang Qiumei asked lightly.

"We met in the morning and talked about some Sun Yao, and I want to talk to you again tonight." Chen Feng said.

"Oh, come up." Huang Qiumei opened the door and motioned for Chen Feng to go upstairs with an expressionless face.

Chen Feng was a little surprised by Huang Qiumei's performance.

The two of them entered the room, because it was an urban village, the air here was not good, and there was a faint smell of dampness in the room.

Huang Qiumei opened the window, and there was also a building opposite the window, which could be touched by reaching out.

"Tell me, what else do you want to know?" Huang Qiumei pulled out a stool and sat in front of Chen Feng, looking at him with her long black silk legs.

"What do you do?" Chen Feng asked.

"Accountant, I've been working for three years." Huang Qiumei replied.

"Accountant, there are a lot of girls who do the accounting business, how long have you known Sun Yao, and how are his usual interpersonal relationships." Chen Feng said with a smile.

Huang Qiumei didn't speak, got up and opened the refrigerator, and took out two glasses and bottles of red wine.

Chen Feng was a little panicked when he saw her action, and waited for whether she would drink the wine she poured or not, and whether she was drugged.

What to do, online, etc.

Huang Qiumei handed the poured wine to Chen Feng, and seeing that he didn't reach out to take it, she sneered, poured the wine into her own cup, and drank it.

After drinking, Huang Qiumei's face became rosy, and her expression became a little charming.

"Why are you talking about that dead man, let's do something else at such a good time" Huang Qiumei stood up, put down her wine glass, took off her high heels, and threw herself into Chen Feng's arms.

The plump figure and the refreshing smell of perfume were Chen Feng's first feeling, and before he could speak, Huang Qiumei's lips were blocked.

Chen Feng hurriedly pushed Huang Qiumei away and suppressed the nameless desire that rose in his heart.

"Miss Huang, you focus on yourself." Chen Feng said.

"Why, don't you men like women who throw themselves into their arms?" Huang Qiumei chuckled.

"If not, why doesn't he refuse, come and sleep one by one, since he can do this, then the old lady can also sleep with a man like this!" Huang Qiumei shouted hysterically.

Chen Feng suddenly felt that Huang Qiumei was a little pitiful.

"Not all men are like that." Chen Feng wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say when he got to the end.

Huang Qiumei sat on the ground without speaking, and the room suddenly became quiet.

In a quiet environment, Huang Qiumei, who didn't say a word, this interrogation called chat came to an impasse.

Chen Feng had to stand up and say, "I'll go first, you can slow down."

After Chen Feng left, Huang Qiumei stood up and showed a timidly smile: "Come out, he's gone." ”

Coming out of Huang Qiumei's house, Chen Feng felt like he had come out of the quagmire, and the air suddenly became free.

This interrogation is a little different from what he simulated on the system before, after all, there is no suspect in the training mode who suddenly throws himself into his arms.

Chen Feng bought a pack of cigarettes, which was the first time he bought cigarettes, but it was not the first time he smoked cigarettes.

After night, a little spark was bright and uncertain, Chen Feng spat out a turbid breath and sighed, and was very melancholy at the moment.

Next time she looks for Huang Qiumei, will she still give her arms like this, and she will communicate very cooperatively, so that Chen Feng can get the information he wants.

"It seems that I can only find Xiao Xuanxuan" Chen Feng muttered, and suddenly patted his head with his hand and said, "Why didn't I think of it, damn it, I'm a policeman."

Chen Feng then remembered that he was investigating Huang Qiumei as a policeman, and was so messed up by Huang Qiumei that he actually forgot his temporary identity, and what was even more hateful was that even the first kiss was taken away by her.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng turned around and went back, waited downstairs in Huang Qiumei for a while, and finally a man wearing a hood opened the door and walked out with his head down, about 1.8 meters tall.

Chen Feng went upstairs and was about to knock on Huang Qiumei's door, when he found that there was a shoe print at the door, and took the light of his mobile phone to shine it, but he didn't expect it to be a red bloody shoe print!