"If you tell me these illusory images, then I will fail the assessment."

This is the conclusion of Gao Cheng's sentence after grabbing me and observing his gaze. I was very indignant at the word "assessment", but I still picked up the information on the table again, and my brain began to work.

For half an hour, the two did not communicate, and I focused on the paper and the photos. Except for the uncomfortable initial glance at the side of my face that Gao Cheng looked at, I was no longer disturbed by his look away. Maybe it was because I felt too much about Xiuping's images before she died, and then I looked at those bloodstained photos, and I no longer felt uncomfortable, and one of the photos shocked me the most, it was the death scene of Wu Yan's father and daughter.

It was a green belt with a lawn on the ground, and the soil was soft because of the rain the other day. The impact of falling straight down from the 11th floor was not small, and Wu Yan's body smashed a pit in the ground. What shocked me was that at the last moment of death, he leaned on his back and held his daughter Wu Bingbing in his arms to prevent her from being smashed. If this is not the case, I am afraid that the little girl will fall from a tall building and her bones will be shattered and unrecognizable.

I looked up from the case file and immediately heard an inquiry in my ear: "Is there an answer?" ”

After sorting out his side eyes a little, he saw Gao Cheng holding his chin and looking extremely bored, and said with a slight frown: "There are three places in total, I don't know if I think right." First of all, we found a mark at the bottom of the table leg of Mr. Wu's house, and I think the person who carved this mark should be in the prime of life. Speaking of this, I glanced at his arm intentionally or unintentionally, but seeing that he didn't mean to ask, I told my own opinion: "The second point is that Mr. Wu was holding his daughter when he fell from the building, which proves that the two fell at the same time, and he should not have died at the moment of falling, which can rule out the fact that he threw his body after being killed." ”

I believe that no murderer will be so bored that after killing one big and one young, he deliberately asked the father to hold the child and throw it from the upper floor.

Gao Cheng remained silent, his dark eyes were faint, and when he agreed with my point of view, he continued to state: "If the image I just felt is real, then I think that the killing of Yu Xiuping's family was not an accidental burglary, and she should know the murderer; If, "I paused," the image was fake, I still think it was not an accident, because Donggang is seven kilometers away from the community, and no murderer would have bumped into their family by such chance. ”

Some are looking forward to it, some are apprehensive, and I don't know what kind of evaluation he will give. But there was no chance to know, because at this moment, the door of the interrogation room opened again, and a row of people entered, all dressed in police uniforms, led by the director who had seen before. He faced Gao Cheng and said, "Everyone has already arrived, should they all be gathered here or go to the conference room?" ”

Gao Cheng, who had an idle face, turned his expression into expressionless in an instant, and said lightly: "Let's go to the conference room." Pushing back his chair, he got up and strode to the door, and the long line that had been blocking the door unanimously moved out of the way. Led by the director, he followed behind Gao Cheng, and I couldn't help but be speechless when I saw it.

The group followed closely and walked outward, and suddenly they all stopped, and the familiar tone was cold: "Still not keeping up?" There was a commotion in the procession, and soon the sheriffs staggered again, and from where I was sitting, I could see that Takashiro turned his head, his eyes shot at me, and the chief's gaze swept away, so that, with Takashiro's help, I became the focus of the audience.

Still in ignorance, I heard the director ask in front of the door: "Miss Xia, is it?" Come with us to the conference room. "Probably accustomed to speaking in that position, even a polite invitation can be heard commanding. reacted slowly for half a beat, got up in a hurry, but accidentally knocked over the papers and photos on the desktop to the ground, and suddenly his face turned red, and he hurriedly leaned over to pick it up.

"Xiao Du, you can clean it up." The director's voice came, "Miss Xia, don't be busy, I'm still waiting in the conference room." ”

I got up in a daze, and walked uneasily to the door under the gaze of everyone, Gao Cheng looked at me with disgust, and muttered in a low voice: "Why are you so stupid?" As soon as he had finished speaking, he reached over and put his arm around my shoulders and led me in a big stride.

Because of his long legs, my steps were much smaller than his, so it was difficult to keep up with him by his side, especially with a sergeant behind him, and the atmosphere was particularly oppressive. And I noticed that Zhang Ji was among them, but Xu Jianglun was not there, obviously this group of sheriffs was according to rank. <