The old horse's fingers trembled and stretched out to the kraft paper bag, Zeng Mengshu knew that the paper bag would also contain white paper, so he took out something and pressed it on the kraft paper bag.

It was a paper man, a paper figure that Zeng Mengshu used to summon creatures from hell.

Lao Ma felt a chill in his heart, this Zeng Mengshu was not as easy to talk as Ren Qiuling, and if she was in a hurry, she would really kill someone.

"These cultivators and supernatural people, I don't know why they all revolve around Ren Qiuling like they have fallen into an evil spirit." Lao Ma thought jealously, "I'd better be careful." He silently exited the door without saying a word.

Seeing that Qiao Xinhui seemed to faint at any time, Ren Qiuling knew that the fire was almost over, "Actually, I know that you didn't mean to kill Fan Weihong, really, it's all her to blame!" But I'm the only one who believes in you, and think about it, what would they do if you fell into the hands of other detectives? Tell me everything, I'm the only one who can help you. She said earnestly.

Qiao Xinhui sighed, closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened her eyes and said, "Didn't you find out everything?" I don't have much to say! If you want to kill, you can kill it! "She was originally weak, but at this time she suddenly became strong, the reason was just that she was desperate and planned to break the jar.

Ren Qiuling sighed and said: "You and I are both women, and we both know the hardships of being women. Trust me, I understand you. Think about it, if you don't say everything, what will people say about you in the future? They will say that you are a vicious woman and a heinous murderer. Your daughter has such a mother, will she be able to hold her head up in the future? If you don't think about yourself, don't you think about her either? She showed the photo that Zeng Mengshu only got from the book, which was the life photo of Qiao Xinhui's daughter.

Ren Qiuling didn't know that Qiao Xinhui hated and feared her husband, so she asked Zeng Mengshu to take a family photo as a killer feature. But Qiao Xinhui's husband Han Hu doesn't like to take pictures, and there is no photo of him at home. Fortunately, Zeng Mengshu was clever and took a photo of Qiao Xinhui's daughter, which was Qiao Xinhui's most painful injury, as long as she touched it lightly, she would raise her hand and surrender.

Everyone has weaknesses, and if you grasp them, the tiger will bow its head.

Qiao Xinhui's tears flowed out all of a sudden, looking at the photo and crying: "Child, mom is sorry for you!" Don't blame Mom! ”

Ren Qiuling silently waited for Qiao Xinhui to vent her emotions, she knew that she had successfully opened this woman's heart, and the case was about to come to light.

Her strategy was to lay out the so-called evidence first, creating an embattled situation for the suspect. Then counsel her like a friend, convincing her that only she can help her. At the moment of dying, the only straw that Qiao Xinhui could grasp was Ren Qiuling, and she would instinctively grasp this straw.

What if she resists to the end? Of course, Ren Qiuling couldn't find out the truth within the specified time, but she couldn't run away. Because as long as the police have a clear direction of detection, so that Qiao Xinhui can no longer hide among the eight million people in Tiandu, it is easy to find out that she is the real murderer.

In this way, she may not face a detective like Ren Qiuling who can understand herself.

The following is Qiao Xinhui's own statement, in the first person for the convenience of narration:

I don't know Fan Weihong, and she hadn't entered the school when I graduated. The reason why he killed her was because he had created a child in his previous life.

After graduating from college, we are faced with the question of where to go. At that time, the employment situation of college students began to be severe, but on the whole it was better than it is now, when there were not as many college students as there are today. According to the principle of territorial management, college students from all over the country have to return to various places in the end, that is, the place where their household registration is located.

I come from a rural area, and my hometown is not too far from Fan Weihong's hometown, about forty or fifty kilometers away. At that time, I had a dream that I could display my talents and make a career in Tiandu. After hitting a wall everywhere and accomplishing nothing, I realized that the pot was made of iron.

But I still don't want to go back to my hometown, you know, the countryside can't be compared to the city.

At this time, I was introduced to my current husband, Han Hu. He is more decent, he just likes to fight, and after meeting him a few times, he seems to have a good impression of me. He said he liked girls from poor families because they were more innocent.

It was only later that I realized what he meant by the simple two words, but unfortunately I didn't understand it at the time.

Han Hu works in the Highway Bureau and is a specially recruited person. The highway bureau often has road construction or something, and there will be some scoundrels who obstruct the construction and hope to get some money to spend. Generally, it doesn't work to call the police for such a thing, and the Highway Bureau hopes that there is someone who can calm down to deal with these things, and Han Hu is such a person.

Han Hu is not highly educated, and I don't like it very much. In order to pursue me, he entrusted someone to open the joint for the only time in his life, and then told me: As long as I marry him, he can solve my household registration problem. He could even help me find a job.

His sincerity touched me, and I married him, not expecting that this would be the beginning of a nightmare.

On the wedding night, he started beating me because I didn't get red. My kindness to him, my whole being is not as important to him as those few drops of blood. I explained to him, pleaded with him, but he also turned a deaf ear and just slapped me hard.

Maybe you will find it ridiculous, and even I myself will feel sorry for him. Although I am highly educated, I am very traditional in my thinking. I know that those few drops of blood are a symbol of patriarchal thought, but I really feel that I didn't keep those few drops of blood, which is a very shameful thing.

I swallowed my anger, pretended to be smiling in front of people, and secretly cried behind people, and just like that. Because the social atmosphere at that time was very disdainful of divorced women, it is actually similar today.

In the blink of an eye, we had been married for three months, and I found out that I was pregnant. My husband was so angry that he hit me more often. There were a few times when I wanted to die.

At that time, it was almost the Chinese New Year, and every household was buying New Year's goods. On the 10th of January, I came home a little late because of overtime. I was afraid to go home, because not cooking was also the reason why Han Hu beat me. I wandered around Tiandu University alone, recalling the time when I was studying, it was really like a world away.

As the sky gradually darkened, I met Fan Weihong at Shibu Bridge, just like I met myself when I first entered college. Honestly, even though it was the first time I met her, I quickly guessed that she was still perfect. A bold plan just popped up, Han Hu beat me, wasn't it because I didn't fall popular? Wouldn't it be okay for me to let him see Luohong?

I pretended to be a broken foot and asked Fan Weihong to take me home. She was really not very bold, but she was relieved to see that I was pregnant. And I knew what she liked to hear, so I told her about job hunting and some social experiences, and soon we became like good friends.

After coming to my house, Han Hu didn't beat me when he saw that there were outsiders. I got the food and drinks, thanks to Fan Weihong. She wanted to go back to school several times, but I persuaded her that it was not safe for girls to go out at night because of the chaos in society. She had no social experience, and I persuaded her to drink a few more glasses and get drunk.

After I helped her to the guest room to rest, I told Han Hu about my plan, but he was insistent at first. But he couldn't sleep, and he sighed until midnight, and he went to Fan Weihong's room.

I know that with Fan Weihong's character, even if she suffers a loss, she will not dare to speak out, and plans to pay her 20,000 yuan afterwards. Of course, in the eyes of rich people, 20,000 yuan is not a big number, but it is all the money I can come up with.

I didn't expect that Fan Weihong would hate us so much when she sobered up, she kept sobbing and cursing us, she said she must get us all in the game.

I didn't hold back and pushed her off the bed. She broke her neck and died.

At that time, it was only forty days before the New Year, and every household was smoking bacon.

Under the cover of the smoke of the smoke, I cut her body into pieces, carried it on a bicycle, and threw it around Tiandu University.

The body pieces thrown by No. 18 were found the next day, and the police began to control them, and it seemed that it had become very difficult to throw the body parts. In fact, the flavor of the New Year at that time was stronger than now, and the New Year was really a grand event. Every household is pulling New Year's goods to their homes, and everyone on the street is pulling things in large and small bags. I rode my bicycle and dumped corpses during the rush hour of my commute, and I was never suspected.

Of course, the corpse parts were disposed of, and the preservative used was table salt. The bag containing the body pieces will be seen, and I put a woven bag on the outside, so no one will notice.

Seriously, it's a different feeling to run around the city with corpse pieces, and you'll feel like you're a fish, swimming in a river of people.

Since that incident, Han Hu has hated me even more. But I'm glad he hit me less. Maybe he also understands that falling red is just a few drops of useless blood. Those who are red are not necessarily holy fairies, and those who are not red are not necessarily cheap embryos.

Of course, there are doubts in Qiao Xinhui's story, but Ren Qiuling doesn't plan to delve into it. Her mission is to solve the case, and the murderer is caught and confesses to the crime, and that's enough.

What caused this tragedy was undoubtedly Han Hu's patriarchal thinking. The wife calls the man her husband, and the husband is the head of the sky, which means that the husband is greater than the sky. In such a family, Qiao Xinhui's personality gradually distorted, and finally developed into deceiving girls to satisfy her husband's desires. Fan Weihong is a victim, why not Qiao Xinhui?

So, who is the murderer? Is that Han Hu on top?

Ren Qiuling took out the hidden camera, and with the image as evidence, it can be said that she really has the chance to win, and she is not afraid of Sharana's denial. After that, she sent Qiao Xinhui to the police station.

At the same time, the acting commander-in-chief was comforting Sharana, "Xiaosha, you are what I grew up watching. You don't want to look like this, cheer up! ”

Sharana hung her head and remained motionless, like a dead corpse.

The acting commander-in-chief thought for a while and said, "In this way, I will give you a chance to win Ren Qiuling." Ren Qiuling caught the murderer, and she will definitely rush to the Criminal Investigation Bureau to ask me to fulfill my promise. I dragged her back, and you took the opportunity to bring up the murderer and claim to the media that you solved the case. There are dozens of media to testify to you, and you still have a murderer in your hand, which is equivalent to playing mahjong and cutting off your beard! ”

Sharana looked up suddenly, her eyes bursting with a fiery light, "Thank you, Uncle Dai, why are you so powerful?" She said with some admiration.

The acting commander-in-chief smiled and said, "What is this? It's just the usual trick of Edison, the king of invention. ”

At the same time, after handing over Wen Xiaoyu to a friend for treatment, the Tiandu swordsman also came to Renyi Lane. When he came to the door of his small house, he saw that the door was wide open and the house was empty, and he couldn't help but panic, "Xinhui, Xuan'er?" Heart-favored! ”

Who would have thought that Tiandu Swordsman was Qiao Xinhui's husband Han Hu?