Liang Zhijie asked Luan Jing to send a photo of the mask, Liu Zhihong stared at the mask in Liang Zhijie's phone for a long time without speaking, until Liang Zhijie's mobile phone rang, and he relieved himself and returned the phone.

"This mask is quite ordinary, and it is sold in many places, similar to the face mask of singing. How can such a mask scare people to death? ”

"Lao Li was not scared to death, or he was not directly scared to death." Li Fei explained: "He has heart disease and has had heart bypass surgery. This person with heart problems could not stand the fear in the first place, and he died suddenly of the heart caused by the shock. I can't say the specifics, in short, this Lao Li died a little unjustly. ”

"It's quite wronged." Liu Zhihong moved his gaze outside: "Look at these people coming and going, maybe they are still greeting you today, and they will leave tomorrow for one reason or another." Car accidents, illnesses, a lot of them are accidents, and a lot of them end with a little bit of blame. ”

"No wonder Lao Fan said that you are a cultural person." Li Fei nodded like: "This is a bit philosophical, there is a chance for the two of us to have a good chat, I am particularly interested in this topic of life and death." ”

Liu Zhihong looked at Li Fei, neither nodded nor shook his head, there was no expression on his face, and even his eyes did not fluctuate.

When getting into the car, Li Fei habitually sat in the driver's seat, and he asked while wearing a seat belt: "Team Liang, do you think what Liu Zhihong said is true?" ”

"I don't know, I always think something is weird."

"I know, he's a weird guy." Li Fei adjusted the rearview mirror: "On such a hot day, he actually covered himself tightly, even covering his neck." Every man I know is like that. Also, he is not only introverted, but also highly defensive, even if you stand face to face with him, you can feel a wall between you. ”

Li Fei gestured: "He is meticulous and has a habit of cleanliness, you noticed that his nails are not very neatly built, and they are clean." Few of the men I've ever seen are so clean. ”

"Isn't it clean bad? Cleanliness is a person's cultivation. Liang Zhijie fastened his seat belt: "I just like the kind of man who is clean and looks refreshing." ”

"This is a senior white-collar worker, a domineering president, clean and clean, a security ......"

"Can't the security guards be clean? Cleanliness is divided into people, not occupations. Liang Zhi glanced at Li Fei: "The domineering president in reality may not be so clean." ”

"Yes, yes, what Team Liang said is right, but I didn't think about it properly and said it wrong." Li Fei tilted his head and said in a low voice: "I asked his colleagues, and they said he was a freak. ”

"What is a freak?"

"He would go to a fixed supermarket to shop, eat at a fixed restaurant, and even the usual meals were the same, even if others told him that the supermarket next to him was cheaper and the food was better, he would not change it. It's just such a person, and it seems normal to go to an Internet café to download a movie. ”

"It's quite normal, maybe that's how he lives." Liang Zhijie turned his head and glanced at the door.

Liu Zhihong stood in the door post and moved, his back was solid, like a fake statue.

"I heard that he was very fat before, and he deliberately lost weight after becoming a security guard." Li Fei looked at Liang Zhijie's line of sight: "But I think it is more secure to be a security guard." ”

"What do you think of Ma Manjie's matter?"

"I think there's a mystery." Li Fei began to reverse: "Ma Manjie committed suicide, there is no doubt about this, the only thing that puzzles us is the sentence he left on the wall." Have you ever seen a ghost? Normal people will think of Ah Piao, I thought so at the beginning, just now, at the moment of dialogue with Liu Zhihong, I suddenly had inspiration, I think this matter can be thought of from a different angle. ”

"A different angle?" Liang Zhijie looked at Li Fei: "Let's listen to it and see if it's the same as what I thought." ”

"Team Liang also has ideas, so Team Liang will say it first."

"This ghost must be the ghost in Ma Manjie's heart." Liang Zhijie retracted his gaze: "I agree with your previous words, he has a ghost in his heart." ”

"I'll add one more." Li Fei smiled quite poorly: "This ghost of Ma Manjie may be said to be Xiong Zhenyan who was killed by him, or it may be said to be himself." For the deceased, on that night when he couldn't see his fingers, he was not a demon who demanded his life. There is a third possibility, the ghost he saw was not a real ghost, but the one who cut his skin on the night of the crime. ”

"You mean Ma Manjie saw the murderer?"

"It's possible." Li Fei nodded: "Of course, Ma Manjie is dead, and the case between him and Xiong Zhenyan is basically a coffin closure, what the truth is, for them, there is not much difference, but it is meaningful to us." The following analysis is my personal assumption. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry."

"Team Liang, if you are the murderer, after killing the victim, will you return to the scene to check?"

"No, returning to the scene is equivalent to leaving more evidence."

"It is true that returning to the scene will leave more evidence behind, but it is also possible that returning to the scene is to confirm whether you have eliminated the evidence against you. Team Liang, you are a criminal policeman, you have excellent psychological quality, and when you encounter something, you will definitely analyze it calmly. Ma Manjie is different, he is a gangster, he is still a gangster who has lived in it, he has an instinctive fear of the police, of the detention, of the facts of his crimes, and of the trial that may come at any time. He didn't commit a crime intentionally, it was a temporary crime, and he was controlled by his emotions. People like him must be nervous after the crime. ”

A scene came to Liang Zhijie's mind.

In the dark night, there was no starlight, and the night breeze blew through Ma Manjie's face full of horror.

He didn't expect him to kill someone, let alone kill Xiong Zhenyan.

He shuddered, cautiously approaching her.

He first called her name, then slowly probed her breath with his hand.

The woman lying on the ground no longer had the breath of life that belonged to the living.

His face turned pale and he hurriedly fled into the car, trying to escape the scene as fast as he could.

The car started, not forward but backward, and his hands were shaking so hard that he couldn't even hold the steering wheel. A heart was beating even more, and the voice echoed in his ears. He panicked, feeling like there were eyes peeking at him all around, and just as he was on the verge of collapse, he suddenly calmed down.

He doesn't want to go to jail, he can't go to jail, he has to cover it up.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and slowly pushed the door open and stepped out of the car.

Xiong Zhenyan was still lying in place, she could only lie in place, the terrifying things in his imagination did not happen, and he had no chance to take regret medicine. He gritted his teeth, approached Xiong Zhenyan again, tested her breath again, and after confirming that she was dead, closed his eyes, and took her feet and walked forward a few steps.