The conversation with Li Nan not only did not make us relaxed, but became heavier. Shi Ling didn't say a word along the way, bowing his head in contemplation.

Yu Zujia quickly accepted this fact, he shook his head and said, "...... This case is very clear, Zhu Qi must have committed suicide. ”

"Why?"

"Don't you understand? Didn't Dr. Li just say that Zhu Qi's illness is a type of paranoia? ”

"Yes."

"Since it's already so serious, why don't you go to a psychiatric hospital for a systematic examination? Of course, I'm not saying that Li Nan is not professional enough...... After she came back from the police station last time, You Yimo gave her this advice, but she refused. ”

"So?"

"Avoiding medical treatment," Yu Zujia said affirmatively, "There is no doubt that Zhu Qi has paranoia, and she always has an urge to kill, but she tries her best to restrain it...... It's a painful emotion when I think about it. Moreover, Liu Xijun and Liu Zhenzhen, who live with Zhu Qi, are the people she cares about the most, and she must not want them to know about her condition...... Of course, if Liu Zhenzhen knew that Zhu Qi had been thinking about the poet, he would have been sad. Ay...... Zhu Qi probably didn't want to lose his mind and do something to hurt Liu Xijun and Liu Zhenzhen, so he thought of committing suicide. ”

Sounds reasonable, but ......

"If it's a suicide, why doesn't the scene look like it?"

"It's simple. Because Liu Xijun hid the clues. Yu Zujia was very sure, "What do you think, Liu Xijun and her mother Zhu Qi get along day and night, but they don't even know that she wants to commit suicide, which is a bit strange, and Zhu Qi committed suicide under her eyelids, how can she explain to the returning Liu Zhenzhen?" Unless she's also a facilitator! It's like euthanasia! ”

"That, the national conditions do not allow euthanasia...... Zhu Qi was killed and committed suicide...... It doesn't seem like it's easy to explain to the world, right? ”

Yu Zujia didn't listen to me at all, and was full of spirits, "Okay, this is the case!" ”

"Captain, this is too hasty, isn't it?" I glared at him.

"Don't be hasty, you have to believe in the level of your forensic brothers and brothers in the autopsy, they confirmed that no other obvious external injuries were found on Zhu Qi's body, that is. No one coerced her; You Yimo investigated and confirmed that on the day of Zhu Qi's death, no suspicious outsiders came to the Liu family except for the women brought back by Liu Zhenzhen; Just now, Dr. Li confirmed that Zhu Qi did have psychological problems...... You don't really suspect that those juniors want to be on top so they kill people, right? Believe me, they are only good at palace fighting and house fighting, and they are not good at killing people with real knives at all. ”

"You wait," I don't think is right. "Even if there are no outsiders in the Liu family, it's not so much an assisted suicide, can't Liu Xijun kill her little mother?"

"What reason is there for Liu Xijun to kill his little mother?" I suddenly found that Yu Zujia, who had accepted the American culture of domestic violence, was a simple child who believed in family affection and could not understand the sinister meaning of people's hearts.

"Maybe she's doing it for the family?" I remembered the simple utensils that were placed in the bathroom outside.

"Impossible." Yu Zujia vetoed, "Liu Zhenzhen is a big tree for their family, if Liu Zhenzhen is imprisoned as a murderer at that time, the Liu family's family business will be a little long and short, and the family business will not be inherited by Liu Xijun." ”

"This doesn't mean that she likes Zhu Qi, after all, the princess and the stepmother are always incompatible in fairy tales."

"Why don't you understand?" Yu Zujia is dressed like a love expert, he said. "Liu Zhenzhen is a very traditional kind of person, patriarchal, it is impossible to choose Liu Xijun as the heir, even if Zhu Qi is not there, the family property will not all belong to Liu Xijun!

Now that Zhu Qi is dead, it is difficult to say whether Liu Xijun can continue to live with Liu Zhenzhen, after all, the relationship between the two of them is still a little inappropriate to be under the same roof...... If Liu Xijun really plotted to seize the family property, he would not do this kind of thing of killing chickens and eggs! Moreover, in case of an incident, can Liu Zhenzhen forgive her? ”

It really makes sense. "I have no choice but to believe that Zhu Qi's death has nothing to do with Liu Xijun...... But how to explain the deliberately created deep scene, as well as the vanishing poison and the dead? If it was Liu Xijun who was suspicious, why? If not, Zhu Qi is thinking about committing suicide. Why did you hide Liu Zhenzhen?

This case is really complicated.

Yu Zujia and I said as we walked, "Zhu Qidi's dream is so strange, how could she dream that she killed the poet?" Poets have been dead for so long......"

"Think about it day and dream at night, right?"

I thought for a long time, "...... I still can't understand it. Why do you want to kill the poet in your dream? The way she missed it was weird. ”

Yu Zujia walked and walked and didn't speak. He was still quiet in his own speculation.

"Hey!" I shouted to him, "Do you think the poet's death is related to Zhu Qi?" ”

"She's in control," I repeated what Li Nan said, "from a psychological point of view, Zhu Qi is trying to suppress the violent emotions in her heart, and this is the source of her pain, because she knows what she is doing, and she knows that she shouldn't do it, but she can't always strangle those evil thoughts in the cradle." The only thing she could do was try to make it look less serious, such as robbing the pacifier, when she actually wanted to kill the kid that day......"

I remember gasping for air.

"And the bank clerk, it's all the same."

"What about cockroaches? Who is she trying to kill? Shi Ling was asking.

“…… She didn't tell me. Li Nan, who listened to the ear, said, "She only said that all the people she wanted to kill had the face of a poet." ”

"Huh?"

"She said that every time she wanted to kill someone, all she saw was the poet's face."

We were all silent for a long time at that moment. Love or hate, fate or sin, woman!

Yu Zujia thought about it. "I'll go back and check the information and see what I find." His phone rang again, it was a text message.

I was happy, "Yes, yes, it must be so, Zhu Qi is likely to kill the poet, and then he can't bear the blame of his conscience." That's why I have such bizarre dreams......"

Yu Zujia, who played the low-headed clan, suddenly stopped. I dodged and hit him in the back. Before he could scold him, he suddenly turned around, as if he had made a lot of determination to hold back the scolding mother, "Shui Yue...... I was notified of this case by the bureau...... The case has been closed, and the murderer has turned himself in. ”

"What?" I was taken aback.

"Who's the murderer?"

"It's Liu Xijun!"

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"Miss Liu, you said you killed Ms. Zhu Qi? And whether it's true or not, this is very different from what you said before, you should know that perjury is interference with justice and can be sentenced to up to three years in prison, right? "In the interrogation room, Yu Zujia's face was cloudy, Shi Lingren and I looked nervously behind the mirror, but Liu Xijun who was sitting in the interrogation position still had a cold expression.

"I'm just confused because of too much stimulation, isn't it like bullet marks or something, and I didn't say that I was a murderer, but I was 'suspected' to see the murder from the first angle, and it was common sense to infer that I should be the murderer!"

Extrapolating from common sense, no murderer would turn himself in so confidently, what kind of world do you think is now?

Yu Zujia is obviously not as cranky as me: "You saw it...... Are you sure? ”

"Yes, I saw it...... In dreams. I watched my mom die, and I dreamed of scenes that I couldn't have seen. So, it must have been a fantasy of mine. That dream was incredible. In dreams, it is impossible to distinguish between reality and fantasy. ”

Even through the glass, I can hear Yu Zujia's toothache-like hiss, obviously he regretted not understanding clearly and started the interrogation, I also feel the same way, is this family a daydreaming noun explanation?

Liu Xijun probably didn't hear our slander, and talked about it to himself.

Where did it start, I kept dreaming about the day I first met my mother. It makes people feel as if everything is real. After waking up from the dream, I started to think about what was real and what was false.

However, this is no longer the original dream. In retrospect, the dream may have been transposed, just as the sunlight pierced through an old, distorted glass window. In my dreams, I couldn't tell what was true and what was false; When you wake up, you can't tell if the memory in your mind is the same as the dream. Although I keep dreaming the same thing, maybe the constant dreaming itself is not real.

Let me see how many dreams I can recall. Anyway, I don't hate dreaming at all. For me, I was a little happy to see my dead mom in my dreams.

…… In that dream, my relationship with my mother was not very harmonious at first......

My deceased mother was really a literary woman through and through. This was my first feeling when I came to this family.

Mom is tall, but definitely not too tall, with a small face and picturesque eyebrows, and when she stands alone, she always feels like she stands out from the crowd. When painting, her slender fingers set off her hands very slender, her skin was as white as snow, and her long shiny hair would fall to the ground like a waterfall once it was released.

The little mother has a pair of slender eyes, dark and deep, looking at these eyes, it will make people feel breathless, as if in a strange and distant country, the night sky without stars, as if it will be sucked in, will never come out; Despite this, the little mother's eyes still make people want to look at it again.

I know that my mother likes black clothes, because black is the best complement to her snow-white skin and jet-black hair. Whether it is a black velvet dress without decoration, or an elegant black furniture dress, as long as it is worn on the mother's body, it looks more gorgeous than the princess's dress. What I like most is to admire my mom from afar.

I came to this home one spring. In the rooftop garden, low-hanging peach blossoms bloom on the branches. The little mother is wearing a long-sleeved loungewear embroidered with peach blossoms, which makes people's eyes shine. It is said that a woman who is married and has children cannot wear home clothes and looks bloated, but because the slender waist of the little mother seems to be unmarried, it is okay.

Alone, I left my hometown to come to this strange place, and when I entered the capital, it was a sandstorm that made it impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

All around was shrouded in a gray haze. Equally gloomy was my mood, what kind of man my father was, and his new wife, would they be able to accept me?

I only remember a bright color in the gloom, it is the little mother's steps like dancing, and the sleeves of long-sleeved home clothes are swaying.

I thought there were snowflakes floating in the air, but when I looked closely, I realized that it was not snowflakes, but peach blossom patches.

Since there are peach blossoms, it means that it is outdoors. Although she didn't see the tree, she must have been dancing under the petal-filled peach blossom tree. Or, the petals are wafting out of the sleeves of the little mom's home clothes.

And the aroma, is it a floral fragrance or a heart fragrance?

Where am I? It must be a little far away from my mother. But I think that in my dreams, I often can't figure out where I am.

I might be screaming - Mom. But the voice never reached the little mother. Or, Mom didn't hear it at all, because I was just pretending to be shouting on purpose.

I remember my father was very angry. He said that his mother had gone to a place far away and never came back, and today this is my home, and Zhu Qi is the name of the new mother. I was both annoyed and sad. I couldn't sit still, and I even felt that since my mother had gone to such a distant place, I should go with her, and I didn't have to come back.

I complained and was surrounded by hostility around me, and I felt suffocated.

I suddenly noticed a hard, cold sensation in my palms. I seemed to be holding something in my hands, a pistol that a child's hand could not hold at all, and there were strange ornaments hanging on it, but there was no doubt that it was a gun. I held the gun in both hands and pointed it at my mom in the distance. But my mom still didn't notice me. I pulled the trigger with the index fingers of both hands.

After that, the dream became even more inexplicable. Although I heard the gunshots, they were far away. I can clearly see the figure of the little mother. The black sleeves spread out like a bird's wings, and the little mother slowly fell down.

As the little mother slowly fell, bright red blood spurted out of her face.

Like coral, like the petals of peach blossoms scattered, bright red, bright red blood.

A fire lit next to the little mother.

Blood splattered towards the fire.

The flames burned higher than the little mother, and the little mother seemed to be about to be consumed by the flames. I was so frightened that I couldn't help but scream. At this time, I don't know where the voice of a woman was spoken.

- She's a goddess.

-- Since ancient times, goddesses have been destined to sacrifice themselves as human sacrifices for all mankind. For example, Nuwa, Joan of Arc, and Zhao Ling'er......

What is this?

Shh Like a pillar of fire......

They snickered as they spoke. What a disgusting sound. I didn't want to hear their conversation, so I screamed louder. Screaming, screaming, and woke up.

Now I realize that even if I scream out at the top of my voice, everything is irreparable. My mother has already gone to another world.

I'm alone.

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