Zhang Ji wrote a few words on the paper and then asked: "When you left the police station, it was less than 9 o'clock yesterday morning, and you appeared at 7:15 this morning, and you all did not leave on Phoenix Mountain during this period?" ”

I listened to him as if I was still questioning, but in fact we spent the whole day and the night on Phoenix Mountain.

After I nodded affirmatively, Zhang Ji changed the question: "Are the murder weapons that caused Tong Zihan's death and the paper cutter in Tong Haogen's hand from your gallery?" ”

I replied, "Yes." ”

"How many of these knives are there in the gallery? What is the use of it? ”

"Three. It's all used for cutting paper. ”

"Since it's a piece of cutting paper, you only need to use one handful, why buy three?"

I replied calmly: "Each painter will have his own set of tools, from easel sketchbooks to brushes and paper cutters, I and the children will use them separately, and they will take great care of their own tools." Therefore, in addition to one paper cutter per person, the extra one is used to deal with some letters and materials. ”

"Which one is yours? Is there a mark? ”

The problem finally came to this point, and my heart was very transparent, and the foreshadowing of all Zhang Ji's problems was waiting here.

Silence won't solve the problem, and I don't want to lie: "The one that the boy cut his wrist is mine." "Originally, I didn't pay attention to the paper cutter, and my emotions were completely immersed in Xiao Tong at that time, and it was Tong Haogen who suddenly wanted to be unfavorable to me, and when Gao Cheng knocked down the paper cutter, I suddenly realized it.

The child committed suicide and cut his wrists, but he used my paper cutter, which is really unreasonable!

I was meditating on myself, when there was a sudden clapp, I was startled, and when I raised my eyes, I saw Zhang Jisen staring at me coldly: "You are wrong, it is not Tong Zihan who cut her wrist, but she was cut off the artery of her right wrist, that person is none other than you!" ”

Thanks to Gao Cheng's training for me, I can look immobile when facing Cool Police Captain Zhang Ji at this moment, and my mind is calm and fearless, I looked at him fixedly, expressionless: "The child committed suicide." ”

"Suicide? Is there another set of rhetoric about what you call a painter? ”

I chose to remain silent, knowing that even if I told me how I painted with the child, I would not be able to convince the stubborn Zhang Ji in front of me. He didn't ask any more questions, put away the transcript and got up, and looked at me condescendingly with a cold face: "Yes or no, we'll see when the evidence comes out." In my case, no matter who you are, as long as you commit a crime, you will not let it go. ”

Looking at his departing figure in a cold voice, I knew that he was not declaring war on me, but on Gao Cheng. From yesterday morning to this morning, because we were in Phoenix Mountain, and we did not report to the police, we believe that not only me, but even Gao Cheng was included in the list of suspects. But I'm not worried about him, he wants to clear himself of suspicion in minutes.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside, and Gao Cheng walked in with a calm expression. There was no criminal police behind him, so he walked straight up to me, looked down at me for a few seconds, and said, "It's really useless, I was bullied by that paralysis again." ”

...... Does Zhang Ji know that Gao Cheng gave him such a nickname? Facial paralysis! But if you think about it, it's still appropriate. Since the first time I took a photo, I have seen that he has always been cold-mouthed, and even more ruthless when facing suspects.

I tilted my head and asked, "How's it going?" ”

He looked left and right, lowered my chair again, and finally put his hands on his feet, and sat down on the table. I only raised my eyebrows when I looked at it, it was not uncommon for him to act according to common sense.

When he was settled, I looked at him with questioning eyes. But he didn't speak, just thought to himself with a smile. I frowned, a little impatient, and hung up on my business, and now it burned to my doorstep, and I was once again sitting in the interrogation room as a suspect, and more importantly, ...... The man who died was a child.

So when Gao Cheng didn't speak for a long time, I couldn't help but ask again: "What happened to Xiaotong's death?" ”

He turned his eyes to me and asked, "Tell me what you think about this." ”

Knowing his habits, he always likes to refute or add after listening to my judgment, but at the same time, he also means that he wants to talk about it. So I groaned for a moment and said, "At first I saw the child's ...... corpse," I paused, and inevitably recalled the image in my mind, and felt a dull pain in my heart, and calmed down before continuing: "Judging from the marks of the knife and the picturesque white gauze stained with blood, I think it was suicide. Because only the knife cut by herself will pursue perfection like making a painting, and even I am sure that at the moment before her death, she used the white gauze skirt as a drawing paper, and the blood as a paintbrush, copying the last painting. ”

In a sense, the child's pursuit of painting has reached a state of madness, and even death can be interpreted as painting.

Gao Cheng asked, "What about later?" Have you changed your mind again? ”

I shook my head, "No, it hasn't changed my mind. It's just that I can't figure out one thing: there are three paper knives in the gallery, one for me, one for children, and one for public use. In our pursuit of painting, just as a person who plays a musical instrument has a guitar or piano of his own, the tool for painting must be separate and unique, similar to a certain spiritual cleanliness. So if the child had committed suicide and cut her wrists, she would have used her own paper cutter when she had to copy a painting at the end, but it was mine. This is a huge irrationality, I can't understand why the child would do this? ”

"Is it possible that she mistook the paper cutter?"

"Impossible! Our paper cutters are placed in different places, each with a toolbox for painting, and when we bought it, we made a special mark to distinguish the stickers on the paper cutter. The sticker on my knife was the widest, followed by the common knife, the narrowest for children. ”

Gao Cheng smiled: "Since it is distinguished by stickers, then you can artificially change the markers." If you are judging by this, if the testimony is equal to nothing, say something meaningful. ”

I frowned and thought, "I can tell from the cut in the blade." I am inconsistent with the way I cut the paper, and there will be shallow marks on the cutting edge. If I look closely, I'll be able to tell it. ”

Gao Cheng suddenly raised his head and raised his voice, "Did you hear that?" Bring the evidence. I followed his line of sight in a bit of a daze, only to realize that there was a surveillance probe at the top corner. My gaze suddenly returned to Gao Cheng's face, and after a few seconds, I had an epiphany, "You're here to interrogate me?" "When I saw him walk in, I always thought that the matter was solved, and I was out of suspicion, but I didn't expect him to face me with the same identity as Zhang Ji, I was still a suspect, and he was the judge.

Gao Cheng's low eyes looked at me fixedly, and said lightly: "It's better to be judged by me than by others, believe me." ”

I believed him, but ...... "At the time of the child's death, weren't we in Phoenix Mountain?" Aren't you my time witness? Why are you interrogating me about this? ”

"My relationship with you is classified as a witness to each other's time, unless a third witness is present."

From his eyes, I got a realization, not to mention that the third witness was the fourth witness, but the purpose of Luo Jinghan and Qu Xinhua appearing on the mountain cannot be outsiders. If you pull it out, things get more complicated.

Soon, three paper knives were packed in three plastic bags and sent in by Xu Jianglun. Gao Cheng gave a low order: "Go out and close the door." Xu Jianglun had to put the evidence on the table, and when he walked to the door, he looked back at me worriedly, his lips squirmed and he didn't make a sound, but I couldn't help but smile when I read what he meant.

Don't be afraid, it's okay.

Being in a disadvantaged situation, just like going to the battlefield to suffer the enemy, a little concern and a word of comfort are enough to be gratifying.

Looking back at the sight of Shanggaocheng, I only felt cool, and the atmosphere was a few degrees colder. "Quickly identify it, I can't recognize it, and I will throw you here." The tone is obviously worse than just now.

It didn't take long for me to take a closer look at the blades in the three evidence bags before I pushed out one of them and said, "This is mine." "Although the blood stains on it may have been sampled, the blades of the knife have been cleaned, and even the stickers have been removed, I still recognize my own one at a glance.

Then the remaining two were quickly recognized, and when he looked up at Gao Cheng, he found that the expression was very subtle. I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" He pursed his lips and smiled, but his smile was deep: "Do you know which one caused Tong Zihan's death?" ”

I noticed that he used the phrase "caused Tong Zihan's death" instead of "Tong Zihan committed suicide and cut his veins", can he ...... Did I really misjudge?

"Three knives, the order completely fell over. The common one was used to cut wrists, and yours was held by Tong Haogen, that is, the one with the mark, and as for Tong Zihan's, it was left in the drawer to become public. ”

How so? Even if the boy cuts his wrists with my knife, he can't use the public one. There is a special psychology involved in this, as a pen holder, my tools are meant to be professional, and the common paper cutter is too casual.

Suddenly, Gao Cheng said: "Bring someone over." ”

Under my surprised gaze, Zhang Ji and Xu Jianglun appeared outside the door of the interrogation room, and their peers also pressed Tong Haogen. There was a pain in his forehead, and he was flicked by Gao Cheng, "What are you still doing in your position?" Don't want to go? ”

I stroked my forehead and was stunned: "Can you go?" ”

"Or else? Do you expect them to keep you to eat? Gao Cheng snorted softly. I turned my eyes to look at people, and saw Zhang Ji's usual cold face, but it seemed that he did not have the coldness when he interrogated me just now. Ai Ai was dragged by Gao Cheng's hand when he got up, he slipped off the table, walked around to the other side and paused, and only when Tong Haogen was pressed into the chair did he speak: "Role reversal, it's time for you to judge." ”<