Risking their lives to solve the case, criminals all over the network are going crazy

Seeing Liu Yu's eyebrows frowning, Li Sansi asked with doubts: "Xiaoyu, what's going on?"

"Master, I know who the murderer is!" Liu Yu said excitedly.

"Clams..." Li Sansi was surprised by this sudden answer.

"Go, go to Zheng Yinian's house."

"Arrest Su Xuehan!" Liu Yu's voice was cold and his expression was grim.

Zheng Yinian's home!

Su Xuehan was sitting in the living room, and when he saw the imposing policeman come in, his face changed slightly, especially Liu Yu's eyes, who were staring at him coldly.

Su Xuehan said that after Zheng Yinian returned home that night, the last time he met in the study was around half past eleven.

And Zheng Yinian's death time was about one o'clock in the morning.

When Liu Yu explored the site the next day, he found a phenomenon that was easy to ignore.

That's a layer of mist on the glass window.

Right!

That's right, water mist.

It was this layer of water mist that allowed Liu Yu to guess the true time of Zheng Yinian's death.

Not one o'clock in the morning, but further ahead.

Illustrate what.

Su Xuehan must have known the time of death.

Because, after Zheng Yinian's death, someone turned the air conditioning in the study to the minimum.

Room temperature affects how much the whole corpse decays.

This also led to Zheng Yinian's real death much earlier than expected.

"Ms. Su, Mr. Zheng's death is related to you." Liu Yu spat out words like ice, and his eyes were cold.

"Or rather, you are the murderer!"

"You don't want to spew blood, the police want evidence to speak." Su Xuehan returned to her flustered look.

Why do some people, when death is imminent, still want to struggle?

Alas...

Liu Yu sighed.

"Since you don't want to say it, then I'll talk about it." Liu Yu's face sank.

"Zheng Yinian's death time was after he returned, not at one o'clock in the morning, but from eleven thirty to twelve."

"It turns out that our thinking is all wrong, and we were all deliberately guided away by you."

"I'm sure you've been planning for a long time."

"Can nightmares really shine into reality?"

"Can't!" Liu Yu's voice was low, like a beast about to jump up at any time.

"As early as three or four months ago, you were already planning to create a nightmare for Zheng Yinian."

Speaking of this, Su Xuehan's face became strange, and even Li Sansi and the others showed a different face.

Manipulating dreams?

Are there as many psychologists as dogs?

Don't want money.

Liu Yu shook his head slightly: "It's not hypnosis from a psychological master, but a pillow wind." "

Clams... Pillow wind? Li Sansi was still stunned after hearing this, and immediately understood what Liu Yu meant.

Under Su Xuehan's deliberate intention, gradually Zheng Yinian believed that he often dreamed at night and talked in dreams.

And the content of the dream talk is to commit suicide by drinking bullets in his own study.

In fact, Zheng Yinian did not dream of a similar dream at all.

Everything was Su Xuehan's plan, first reminding Zheng Yinian to sleep at night and talk in his dreams, and slowly adding the lies that had already been weaved.

It didn't take long for Zheng Yinian to believe in his pillow person.

He believed he had a nightmare and killed himself.

Perhaps, under this language hint, Zheng Yinian really dreamed of suicide.

"Later, in order to make this dream more real, you called the psychologist Wang Ming!"

"Originally, it was a more troublesome thing for a psychologist to go to the client's home for diagnosis."

"Wang Ming is a senior psychologist, how does he not know the importance of the environment for client diagnosis and consultation?"

"Originally, I was also curious why I had to come to your house."

"It's also designed."

Wang Ming mentioned Zheng Yinian's strange temper. Before the consultation was finished, he was driven away.

"Why? Because your plan is done.

"There is no need for psychological counseling, and if you continue to do it, it will be exposed."

"Let a senior psychologist endorse Zheng Yinian's death, am I right?" Liu Yu's eyes were scorching, staring at Su Xuehan, and Su Xuehan's heart trembled.

Because, what Liu Yu said is correct.

Wang Ming, it was he who asked his secretary Gao Lei to invite him secretly.

And it's still night.

Because, she needs a dark environment.

An environment that requires bright light.

When Wang Ming arrived at the tea room, a beam of light hit him, and Wang Ming couldn't see the person under the lamp clearly.

Only voices can be heard, and this person is not Zheng Yinian at all.

The real Zheng Yinian is in the study.

Therefore, when Wang Ming proposed to go to the study to take a look, the fake Zheng Yinian took the opportunity to get angry and ended the psychological counseling.

"Am I right? If you do, your plans will be exposed.

"Moreover, the psychologist was not what Mr. Zheng asked the secretary to invite, right?" You asked for it, right?

"After all, when a person dies, there is no proof of death, and whatever he says can be made up."

"Finally, in order to make Mr. Zheng's psychological problems seem more real, you asked the secretary to fill out a depression questionnaire and handed it to Wang Ming."

"The results showed that he was moderately depressed and suicidal, which better confirmed Mr. Zheng's suicide."

Su Xuehan listened to Liu Yu's every word, with a look of horror in her eyes.

Liu Yu observed through micro-expressions, knowing that Su Xuehan's psychological defense line had gradually collapsed.

"You didn't kill people, but you killed them together with Secretary Gao."

"Originally, in order to postpone the time of death, you specially turned on the air conditioning in the study."

"Just to delay the time of death!"

"That morning, we came to investigate and found the water mist on the window, although it volatilized a lot, but it could still be seen that the water mist condensed."

"Later, when we arrived at the office of the secretary on the sixth floor, there was no water mist on his glass window, indicating that the temperature could not condense the water mist at that time."

"It wasn't until today, when we went to Mr. Zheng's nephew's store, that we realized this problem."

Looking at Su Xuehan's increasingly stunned eyes, Liu Yu's heart became more and more determined, and he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Then, Su Xuehan's body softened and slumped on the sofa.

Expressionless, numb.

"There is another detail, the location of Mr. Zheng's death, there is an area in the study desk that is not bloodstained."

"According to the law of blood splattering, there should be a place that is blocked, right, there is a person standing, right? Blood sprayed onto the man's arm.

"It's Secretary Gao!"

"Because, the surveillance shows that he was wearing a shirt when he sent Mr. Zheng, and he put on his suit when he left."

"It's not about getting used to the movement, it's about covering up the blood on your body."

"Do you need me to continue?" Liu Yu asked rhetorically.

Su Xuehan couldn't imagine that his conspiracy was discovered so quickly, and he was also a police officer in a wheelchair.

It looks young, but... It's also scary.

She shook her head and asked Liu Yu not to continue.