Although I didn't know the specific modus operandi, it didn't affect me from putting forward different opinions, so I said to Mu Zihan with a skeptical tone: "That's not necessarily. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMaybe he's an exception? He looks bloated, but maybe he's a flexible fat guy? ”

"No matter how flexible it is, it's useless, it's a limitation of objective conditions." Mu Zihan replied, but did not give a specific explanation, but began to teach me a lesson: "Moreover, I will not assume exceptions, because exceptions will break the principle of investigation." In the end, he said to Fang Ling: "So, don't look at this, let's go to the next suspect." Also, let him go back as soon as possible, and don't waste unnecessary time on him. ”

Mu Zihan's words, although I couldn't get off the stage in front of Fang Ling, but I was helpless, fortunately, Fang Ling seemed to be used to this situation, and after glancing at each other helplessly, he took us to the next confession room.

The second confession room is not far from the side, and the layout inside is like a mold carved out of the first confession room, except for the different people, the others are almost identical, so it seems that the confession room of the police station is like this.

And it was Chu Hengyu's old mother who was interrogated in this confession room.

Although from the surveillance window on the door, you can only see her old man's back, but from the gray hair and slightly rickety figure, it is not difficult to see that the old man is already old.

Looking at her back, I couldn't help but think of my own mother, and the idea of making her one of the suspects repulsed in my mind again. Hey, I don't know what the police think, how could such an old man kill his son? Anyway, I can't accept that an old mother like this would want to kill her own son with her own hands. Even just doubting her makes me incomprehensible.

Unlike me, after observing outside the door for a while, Mu Zihan did not directly deny it like the first suspect, but suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the door of the confession room.

"Who?" One of the detectives inside got up and answered the door, and when he saw that it was us outside the door, he said, "Oh, it's you, what's the matter?" ”

"I want to say a few words to this old man, I don't know if it's convenient now?" Mu Zihan replied politely. However, this request is still very abrupt, because there is a clear rule that only official police officers can interrogate suspects.

Sure enough, Mu Zihan's request made the criminal policeman very embarrassed, he glanced at Fang Ling hesitantly, nodded at the other party, and then he got out of the way and let us in.

"Thank you." Mu Zihan thanked him, and after the criminal police smiled back, he walked sideways into the confession room, and of course I took the opportunity to follow in.

At this time, due to the small commotion we caused, the old man and another criminal policeman who were still sitting in the confession room also turned their heads to look at us, and I finally saw Chu Hengyu's mother's face clearly.

She is a relatively thin old lady, although there are many traces left on her face, but her well-proportioned facial features still make her beautiful. Presumably, when she was young, she must have been a big beauty. I really can't see that Chu Hengyu still has such a beautiful mother.

It's just that at this moment, on her old and beautiful face, there seems to be a sorrow that is so thick that it can't be dissolved, and I don't know if it's for Chu Hengyu or herself, or both.

"Hello aunt, my name is Mu Zihan, and I am a friend of Inspector Chu Hengyu." Mu Zihan walked to Chu Hengyu's mother's side, stretched out his hand politely, and introduced himself with a smile.

"Oh, hello, Hengyu is usually taken care of by you." The old man held his waist with his left hand, and after slowly standing up, he reached out and shook hands with Mu Zihan.

Seeing her get up, Mu Zihan pouted slightly, and then asked, "Auntie, what's going on with your waist?" ”

"Hey, it's an old problem, a herniated disc in my waist, it's been many years. It's usually nothing, it's just that after sitting for a long time, I can't stand up all of a sudden, and it's a little inconvenient to move, it's okay. The old man seemed to be very easy-going, obviously full of sorrow, but he still answered Mu Zihan with a smile.

"Oh, this illness is indeed quite troublesome, and I can only rely on slow conditioning, and I usually pay more attention to myself. By the way, I know a very good orthopedic surgeon, and next time I have a chance, I will introduce you to the old age. After Mu Zihan finished with a smile, he turned to the criminal policeman who had already sat back at the table and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

After speaking, he helped Chu Hengyu's mother to sit down, then turned around and walked out of the confession room, and at the same time, he also closed the door with his hand.

After he closed the door, I couldn't wait to speak first: "It seems that it shouldn't be Chu Hengyu's mother either." ”

"Hmm." Mu Zihan nodded and replied: "Not to mention that she has a herniated disc in her waist, she can't complete the modus operandi at all." Moreover, I also did not see any traces in his hands after the modus operandi was carried out, so she could never have been the murderer. It appears that the killer is among the two remaining suspects. ”

It seems that Mu Zihan just seemed to be gossiping with Chu Hengyu's mother just now, but he had secretly made sufficient observations. For example, the handshake is not a whim or just to show etiquette, but mainly to observe whether there is a specific mark on the palm of the old man's hand.

Just when I carefully recalled Mu Zihan's words and deeds just now, he immediately followed Fang Ling and said: "By the way, the old man has a bad waist, since her suspicion has been ruled out, let's send her back to rest as soon as possible." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it later." Fang Ling nodded in response.

Hearing this, I was completely relieved and seemed to feel a lot more comfortable. Anyway, it seems that Mu Zihan is not so cold-blooded, he just has an extraordinary dedication to the truth of the case. Moreover, it is great that the old man has ruled out the suspicion now, otherwise I feel that my outlook on life would have been changed and distorted because of this case.

Of course, at the same time, I became more and more curious, what kind of modus operandi it was? Not only does it have requirements for body shape, but it also has a high difficulty coefficient of action, and it is even very likely to leave specific marks on the hands.

So when I went to the next confession room, I couldn't help but say, "Detective Muta, don't sell it, tell us the modus operandi, please." ”

In exchange for Mu Zihan's disdainful expression, he seemed to say: I was retorting that I didn't rely on me just now, why are you begging me now?

(To be continued)