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

Chapter 113 I Don't Hate You
Whether he is simple and honest or vicious, nothing can change the fact that he is about to go to prison.

And I spend a little more time here, just to make the case report more beautiful.

Qu Mingcong withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "After you delivered He Xiaohui that night, you were determined to kill Tong Yuan. You know that after the umbrella handle is pulled out, there is a knife inside, which can be used as a murder weapon, but compared with regular knives, The handle of the umbrella is more like a toy when pulled out, and there is no blade, and you are not sure whether this will affect your killing plan, so you need a test object to help you try the knife."

Wu Cheng watched him quietly with deep eyes.

Qu Mingcong said: "But what did you use for the experiment? You are in an empty parking lot, surrounded by only the car except for the concrete wall. You want to try whether an unsharpened knife can cut the skin, but if you leave you Isn’t it an automatic confession? The leather seats in the car are a suitable substitute, but if you leave cut marks, it is easy to be noticed. You have almost no personal items in the car, all Tong Yuan or others No matter which item of a colleague has a problem, it will bring trouble to yourself, and at this time you saw the biscuit that He Xiaohui gave you..."

Wu Cheng's lips were pursed into a line, and his whole body remained motionless, as if solidified into a sculpture.

"The biscuit has a certain degree of hardness, and the outer wrapping paper and bag increase the toughness, which is very suitable for testing the sharpness of the knife." Qu Mingcong looked at him and said lightly, "The most important thing is that you hate that bag very much. Biscuit, the moment you stab the knife into the biscuit bag, you kill the disgust in your heart."

Wu Cheng slowly opened his mouth. At this moment, he seemed to want to say something, but then he hesitated again...

He closed his mouth, lowered his head again, and refused to communicate with Qu Mingcong.

Even though he still didn't say a word, everyone clearly felt that his silence at this moment was more of a renunciation than the layers of protection and resistance at the beginning.

Give up defending yourself.

Qu Mingcong sighed in a low voice, and asked him, "Wu Cheng, why? You say He Xiaohui is your friend, but you hate her so much."

The policeman next to him gave up all hope, and said to Qu Mingcong, "If not, this man won't cry until he sees the coffin, and he won't plead guilty no matter how much he asks."

Qu Mingcong stared at the man across from him for a long time, nodded his head, and stopped asking.

No matter what Wu Cheng's thoughts are, this matter is a foregone conclusion, and he will pay the price for the crime he committed.

Two police officers came in outside, uncuffed Wu Cheng and led him out of the interrogation room.

There was the sound of hurried running in the corridor.

He Xiaohui chased out from the monitoring room, ignoring the strange eyes around her, and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! Wu Cheng! Wait a moment!!!"

Sun Bingxin, Zou Kai, Wang Wei and others also walked out of the monitoring room one after another, following her behind.

The police officer in charge of escorting Wu Cheng also stopped when he saw that the leader had no intention of stopping him.

He Xiaohui was out of breath, stopped at a distance of two or three meters from Wu Cheng, and dared not go any further.

She could hear clearly in the monitoring room and knew that Wu Cheng had killed someone. She would never dare to approach such a murderer, but she would suffer even more if she didn't ask for some words.

"Why..." She panted while holding her knees, and asked Wu Cheng loudly, "Why did you kill Tong Yuan? Why did you kill me?! Why!!!"

Wu Cheng's dull face became vivid at this moment, but the expression he showed couldn't be described as joy or emotion, nor like admiration or hatred. It was a very strange expression, just like... He Xiaohui is a TV, and his favorite program is playing on the TV, so it attracts all his attention.

Wu Chengcheng looked angry at He Xiaohui for a while, then he replied: "Because you rejected me."

"What...what?" He Xiaohui opened her eyes wide, "What nonsense are you talking about... I, I rejected you, yes, but I'm not the only one who rejected you! Before I knew you, you had already been rejected I don’t know how many times people have rejected you! Not long ago, you just failed on a blind date, how could you blame me for rejecting you?! You want to kill me!!!”

In her anger, He Xiaohui forgot her fear of the murderer, and couldn't help taking a few steps closer, counting his crimes in one voice: "You killed someone! You also sent the murder weapon to me, making the police suspect me! How can you So vicious?!... You, don’t you just bully the weak and fear the strong?! You bastard! Other women belittle you and look down on you, but I comfort you! Encourage you! I treat you as a friend and give you biscuits made by myself! Are you going to repay me like this?! Wu Cheng, you are so heartless!"

Wu Cheng kept staring at He Xiaohui intently, as if he was watching a farce, and when he heard her mentioning the biscuits, the corners of his mouth slightly opened and he smiled.

He was originally a man of few words, and even his expression was pitifully sparse. He suddenly smiled, even if the smile was very shallow, which made He Xiaohui panic and stood there in a daze.

"Xiaohui, I'm not a fool." Wu Cheng looked at her with a smile, "You never thought of inviting me to your birthday party, but you called me to take you home. It was a temporary decision, so that bag of biscuits was not prepared for me , it may be that one of your colleagues didn't come, and there was an extra biscuit. You have been shouting to lose weight, so you can't eat the biscuit when you take it home. Why don't you give it to me? Do you think a bag of biscuits can offset the trip I sent you? You're always so self-righteous."

"You...you..." He Xiaohui was stunned, a little unbelievable, "Just because of that bag of biscuits...you, feel hurt? You...hate me?"

"Hate? No," Wu Cheng shook his head, "Xiaohui, I don't hate you."

"You don't hate me, why do you treat me like this?" He Xiaohui murmured, "I thought we were friends..."

"It used to be true. We were good friends who talked about everything." Wu Cheng smiled at her, "Until you came to work in Xianghai, I went to the train station to pick you up. We met for the first time in reality, and I will think about it later." Asking you out, every time you are either shirking that you are busy with work, or you are busy making new friends, since then, we have not been friends."

He Xiaohui opened her mouth: "But I..."

"Actually, you are very clear in your heart," Wu Cheng interrupted her, and said in a low voice, "Although you always say that we are friends, you are always worried that I will pester you, so you try to alienate me all the time, only when you... When you are excluded from the social circle by colleagues and friends, you will think of me, seek that little sense of belonging with me, and then regret it, regret contacting me."

He Xiaohui's face gradually turned pale, looking at Wu Cheng, speechless.

Wu Chengcheng didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "You are such a woman, vain, superficial, inferior, stupid, worrying about gains and losses, living in self-fantasy and refusing to accept reality, and use me as a trash can to dispose of emotional garbage from time to time, so ...I don't hate you, I just think you're disgusting."

(End of this chapter)