Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

Chapter 112

Wu Cheng still refused to admit it, "I went back to the hospital after delivering Xiaohui. Tong Yuan called me and asked me to wait for him in the parking lot. I thought he was talking about the basement floor. He, after waiting for too long, I fell asleep in the car, and when I woke up, I couldn't get through his cell phone... Maybe the murderer stole the umbrella from my car, and returned to the car after the murder Come on, you want to frame me."

The police officer who gave the statement admired his brazenness, "How dare you make it up! Make up a non-existent murderer who stole the umbrella from your car? Return the umbrella after killing someone?!"

Wu Cheng lowered his head, refraining from oil and salt: "I didn't kill people...I didn't..."

With that appearance, he was quite a worthless wimp, and it was hard to imagine that his true face was actually a cold-blooded murderer.

If it wasn't for the conclusive evidence, Qu Mingcong would probably be deceived by him, but the attitude of not pleading guilty now is really a headache.

The phone vibrated against his chest and made a buzzing sound.

Qu Mingcong thanked her for being considerate this time and not letting him die.

Turning the phone over to look at the screen, there was a line of words written on the memo: 【Ask him about He Xiaohui! ! ! 】

Qu Mingcong: "..."

Three exclamation points so hard.

He thought for a while, and tried to find a topic that could cut into him: "Wu Cheng, when you went to pick up He Xiaohui on the night of the crime, how was He Xiaohui feeling?"

"...very happy." Wu Cheng replied in a low voice, "She and her colleagues went to KTV to sing, celebrated my birthday, and gave me a bag of biscuits."

"What did you guys talk about in the car?" Qu Mingcong asked.

Wu Cheng shook his head slowly, "I don't remember...Maybe, it's just some topics about birthdays..."

Qu Mingcong: "Did you mention Tong Yuan?"

Wu Cheng thought for a while, "...well, I mentioned it."

"What did we talk about?"

"Talking about the trending topic that day, Tong Yin was suffering from depression because of his fanatical illegitimate fans."

"Those letters were written by He Xiaohui, what was her reaction when she saw the hot search?"

"... angry," Wu Cheng paused, and replied, "Xiaohui said that she hates being slandered by others, and she also said that she would tell everyone the truth."

Qu Mingcong said: "It's a pity that no one believed what she said, but it touched you, and you immediately realized that this is an excellent time. He Xiaohui's letter has been buzzing on the Internet. Once Tong Yuan is killed, the sender will become the most obvious one." Suspect, so you went back to the hospital and killed Tong Yuan in the parking lot on the second basement floor, but after the actual murder, you found that your situation became suspicious again. In order to escape the crime, you did not throw away the murder weapon , but looking for an opportunity to send it back to He Xiaohui..."

Wu Cheng raised his head slowly, looked at Qu Mingcong, "I didn't kill Tong Yuan."

Qu Mingcong really wanted to tell him that there was no point in being stubborn, and that the existence of that umbrella was enough to convict him.

At this time, the phone buzzed again.

Qu Mingcong glanced at it, and Qiao Yueying left a new message on the memo: 【Ask him, what does that bag of biscuits taste like! 】

Qu Mingcong couldn't help slandering her every day, whether she was greedy for milk tea or biscuits.

After thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. Qiao Yueying probably meant something deeply for him to ask this question.

He was thoughtful, and his eyes fell on Wu Cheng who was opposite him again. Looking at this fat and honest face, he thought for a while and asked: "You have always denied that you killed someone, but that day you knew that Tong Yuan was in the hospital. Only you and He Xiaohui are the only ones who killed him, could it be that He Xiaohui killed them?"

Wu Cheng remained silent.

Qu Mingcong smiled faintly, "He Xiaohui still remembered to give you biscuits on her birthday, but you just want her to go to jail. You really treat her like a friend."

Wu Cheng replied in a low voice: "I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't intend to kill her. We are friends."

Qu Mingcong followed his words and said: "Yes, you are friends, otherwise you wouldn't pick her up in the middle of the night. Although you didn't prepare a birthday present, it's enough to have this intention. Are the biscuits He Xiaohui gave you delicious?" ?”

Wu Cheng was silent for a moment, then replied: "She just started learning baking, she is very talented."

"Does it taste good?" Qu Mingcong asked.

Wu Cheng nodded and didn't say much.

After chatting for so long, Qu Mingcong finally realized that the murderer in front of him was indeed not smart as Qiao Yueying said, and he seemed to know that he was not smart, so every time he asked questions, he was only willing to ask more questions when he thought it was safe. Say a few words, and when he thinks it is unsafe, he will be silent, or ambiguous.

Now he was silent again, which meant that he hadn't eaten the bag of biscuits at all, so he had no way of knowing how it tasted.

Qu Mingcong never thought that a bag of biscuits would become a breakthrough. He didn't know whether to praise Qiao Yueying for being smart, or lament that the murderer was too weird.

It's just a bag of biscuits, but he didn't taste a single bite. Could it be that Wu Cheng in front of him already hated He Xiaohui to the bone?
... If you really hate it so much, why do you have to drive all the way to pick up He Xiaohui?Is not this contradictory?
Qu Mingcong couldn't figure this out, and his reasoning was more inclined to Wu Cheng's love-hate relationship. Therefore, if it was a mixed feeling of love and hate, Wu Cheng had no reason not to try the biscuits made by He Xiaohui himself.

At this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind!It felt like a thread appeared out of thin air, connecting all the clues!
Qu Mingcong immediately understood why Qiao Yueying called this the white slanting light of wisdom, it was really appropriate!

He quietly looked at Wu Cheng in front of him, with a mocking smile on his face, and said slowly: "He Xiaohui has been in the new company for less than two months, and this month happens to be her birthday. Good opportunity, so she made a lot of cookies in advance, as a small gift for colleagues after the party, I also saw some biscuit crumbs in her oven, as well as nuts, chocolate, matcha powder, etc... Wu Cheng, what kind of biscuit did you receive?"

Wu Cheng lowered his head and replied vaguely: "I don't remember..."

"It's only been a few days, don't you remember?" Qu Mingcong said, "I just asked you if the taste was good, and you nodded."

"I only tasted a small piece, and I thought it tasted good at the time, but now I don't remember it after a few days." Wu Cheng explained slowly, "I don't like this kind of snacks."

"Oh?" Qu Mingcong asked, "What about the leftover biscuits? Where are they?"

Wu Cheng hesitated for a while, then answered briefly: "Throw it away."

"Throw it away?" Qu Mingcong was not surprised, as if he had expected it, "I only tasted a small piece, why throw it away? Even if I don't like it, it is a gift from a friend, and it can be given to others, so there is no need to throw it away." drop it?"

Wu Cheng didn't speak.

Qu Mingcong asked him, "Where did you throw it?"

Wu Cheng shook his head, "...can't remember clearly."

Qu Mingcong smiled, "That's weird. If I ask you what the biscuit tastes like, you can't remember it, and if I ask you where you threw the biscuit, you can't remember it either."

Wu Cheng pursed his lips, and slowly raised his eyes to look over, "I just threw it on the side of the road... Throwing biscuits is not against the law. I can throw it wherever I want."

At this moment, Qu Mingcong finally saw the evil hidden in the simple and honest eyes of the other party.

(End of this chapter)