"Xia Weiliang."

Wearing an emerald green dress, white splint sandals on his feet, his soft hair over the shoulders was tied behind his head, revealing a clean forehead and a delicate face, his height was only 160, and his body was slender.

"You are?"

The girl has open apricot eyes, and the black eyes in her eyes are like black agate, and when she looks at him calmly, An Cheng is a little surprised, her heart is surprisingly good, which is beyond ordinary people, and there are two reasons that can be explained.

One, she didn't participate in the dismemberment, and two, she had a psychological problem, a huge problem.

Anseong prefers the former, and it would be terrible if it was the latter, and many perpetrators of terrorist homicides at home and abroad have extremely strong psychological qualities.

"My name is Anseong, I'm a police officer, can I talk to you?" Anjo said.

"Yes."

The two sat down at a bubble tea shop on the side of the road across the street from the school.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to talk to you about the posture of interrogating a suspect this time, you can treat me as an uncle." An Cheng looked at the little girl, he can indeed be an uncle, and the years are really unforgiving.

"Hmm." The person sitting across from him nodded.

"How is the college entrance examination?" An Cheng first picked a relatively light topic, according to his investigation, Xia Weiliang's grades were excellent, and there was no problem in being admitted to a good university.

The girl opposite, slightly stiff on the hem of her skirt, was blocked by the table, and Anseong didn't notice it.

"Okay."

Hearing the girl's lukewarm answer, An Cheng smiled wryly.

Just as the waiter brought the milk tea, An Cheng took a sip, smashed his mouth, and continued to speak.

"Do you know Ye Qishan?" Ye Qishan is the name of the murderer.

"I don't know."

Xia Weiliang hesitated and took a sip of milk tea.

An Cheng observed her expression and movements, did not deny it, and moved her eyes to the right, which was an obvious look of reminiscence, not like a lie.

"Look at this." Anjo took out the diary.

The person opposite took the crumpled notebook, turned a few pages in front of the diary, and the owner of the diary missed his hometown and loved ones and the arduousness of life.

Is the original owner a murder?

An Cheng saw the girl's face showing a faint look of surprise, and she was also surprised, she didn't seem to know, what was going on?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Anjo said, "The deceased's teeth were found in your room. Anjo pulled out a photo.

Jing Ruhua took it, looked at the dozen teeth strung together into a necklace on the photo, his hand tightened, and then looked at An Cheng, "I don't understand." ”

"Tomorrow, I'll take you for a psychological check-up." An Cheng was calm, and he now guessed that this girl was probably psychologically wrong, more like a symptom of split personality.

"Can I not go?" Jing Ruhua looked at him and asked.

"Nope." After Ancheng finished speaking, he paid the bill and left first.

He needs to contact a psychiatrist to make a diagnosis of Xia Weiliang, and the murderer with psychological and mental problems may escape criminal punishment.

An Cheng sighed at the students who came out of the school gate one after another, and made a decision, if Xia Weiliang had psychological problems, he must be sent for treatment, otherwise, something big would happen.

Jing Ruhua stirred the milk tea in the cup, and called the system in her heart, what is going on in this world, called many times, and the system did not answer for a long time.

Jing Ruhua suddenly remembered that before the mission came in the last world, the system hurriedly said "Go to sleep." ”