The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 688 The One Who Died Is Not Your Father

"On the left is a blank paper, and on the right is a pen."

"In the pen holder, from left to right, the four pens are arranged in order of tip thickness."

"Look at the drawers dedicated for medicine... in order."

"And the red wine on the wine rack!" Zhou Yang walked over and said, "Basically everyone who likes to collect red wine will have his own sorting method."

"Mostly by time."

"But the deceased should be based on the place of origin..." Zhou Yang laughed, "and a strict distinction was made between the old and new places of production."

"The top four rows are the traditional grape producing areas in Europe, including the four major producing areas of Bordeaux and Alsace."

"The three rows below are emerging wine producing areas, including Argentina and Chile."

Zhou Yang spread his hands together: "Mr. Shang is not only demanding of order, but this demand is too much, so I judge that he should have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"President Shang, it's really a bit..." an old employee said, "Every time he typed a report, he had to make even the margins and font size, and how many times the line spacing should be between lines. Detailed requirements."

An Shuang said indifferently: "That is the strict requirement of Lao Shang."

The veteran employee stopped speaking.

"Even so, what can it explain?" An Shuang looked at Zhou Yang with a sorrowful expression on his face, "We Lao Shang even has obsessive-compulsive disorder...so? What's the problem?"

Zhou Yang nodded: "No problem?"

He walked to the wine rack and pointed to one of the bottles of red wine and said: "I can't figure out why this bottle of red wine from Pampas is placed in the second row above?"

"I guess...Is someone eager to put the wine on the ground in the wrong place?" Zhou Yang's eyes locked on An Shuang.

"And here..." Zhou Yang returned to the chess board, "A good seven-star gathering is dead. Why does this veteran place the wrong position?"

"Mr. Shang, why is it so panic? Even obsessive-compulsive disorder can be ignored?"

Zhou Yang looked around the audience, his eyes calm.

"Mr. Zhou, you don't want to sell it anymore!" An Shuang said coldly, "Your performance can be over, I'm really tired, please let me rest?"

Zhou Yang slowly sat in Shang Jie's leather boss chair and smiled: "Assuming, I am Shang Jie."

"I was playing chess with myself..."

"Then the beautiful lady brought me a glass of juice, and I drank it easily."

"Uh..." Zhou Yang suddenly clutched his heart.

At the same time, his narration continues.

"Shortly after I finished drinking, I felt dizzy and weak in my heart...so I wanted to take a break."

Zhou Yang made a struggling look and helped the table to get up.

"Accidentally" disrupted the board.

He staggered away from the table, and "accidentally" hit the wine rack again.

A bottle of red wine fell from the wine rack.

"Fortunately, it's the carpet, or it's over!" Zhou Yang glanced at the wine bottle, carefully squeezed it, and placed it on the empty seats in the upper rows.

The police officers and onlookers began to understand what Zhou Yang was doing.

Shang Zi'an's expression also became solemn.

I have to say that Zhou Yang's "imitation" is very reasonable.

Finally, Zhou Yang lay under the sofa (on the sofa is Shang Jie's body).

He raised his hands vigorously, as if pointing at An Shuang, and then dropped his hands heavily.

Zhou Yang's performance is over.

The audience was quiet.

"What the **** are you doing?" An Shuang said angrily, "Are you a clown? You came here to sensationalize."

Zhou Yang stood up, patted his body casually, and smiled: "Ms. An, the conviction requires evidence, even if I know that you murdered your husband, I also need evidence."

"You must be very familiar with the scene I performed just now. Not long ago, your husband should have died in front of you like this." Zhou Yang said lightly.

"You nonsense!" An Shuang became excited. "When Shang Jie died, I was not in the house at all."

"Maybe...you might be listening to the movement at the door." Zhou Yang sighed, shaking his head.

"I want to sue you for libel!" An Shuang roared.

"Slander?" Zhou Yang finally smiled, "Captain Wei, can you extract the fingerprints on the chess pieces and the board, and the fingerprints of the wrong bottle of wine on the wine rack."

"If I'm right, in addition to Shangjie's own fingerprints, there should be Ms. An's." Zhou Yang said coldly, "There is also the empty cup...It should be possible to extract the grapefruit ingredients and Ms. An's fingerprints. After all, grapefruit juice plus antihypertensive drugs is a killer for cardiovascular patients!"

"Zhou Yang, what do you mean?" Wei Feifei frowned.

Zhou Yang said: "Shang Jie was playing chess with himself in the study, and An Shuang served his husband a glass of grapefruit juice with an overdose of antihypertensive drugs."

"These two things put together, for cardiovascular patients, it is a life-strengthening charm." Zhou Yang said coldly.

"Shang Jie pushed the chessboard, knocked off two bottles of wine, and struggling on the sofa, wanting to rest or make an emergency call. But unfortunately, he couldn't contact outside."

"An Shuang, watching her husband die in front of her eyes."

"That's how things are." Zhou Yang said lightly.

"You nonsense!" An Shuang roared hoarsely.

Zhou Yang shook his head and said, "Why sophistry?"

Mind reading has been read out a long time ago, but Zhou Yang still needs evidence, so I have to work hard to derive it.

In fact, those are all An Shuang's memories.

"Why should I murder my husband? You give me a reason?" An Shuang said angrily.

"Ms. An, are you sure you want me to tell your motives?" Zhou Yang said solemnly.

"Say it!" An Shuang screamed like crazy, "Why do you slander me for murder? I love my husband so much, why should I kill him?"

"Oh!" Zhou Yang nodded, "Captain Wei, tell her the address I told you just now!"

The eyes of everyone in the audience were focused on Wei Feifei.

"Just now Zhou Yang asked me to send someone to protect the mother and son at No. 116, Nanhua Road." Wei Feifei said calmly.

"What?" An Shuang held her chest, the blood on her face faded.

Everyone saw, I went, there was content.

"That's it, Ms. An, cooperate with the police investigation." Zhou Yang said seriously.

There is personal privacy in it, Zhou Yang doesn't want An Shuang to collapse in front of so many people.

An Shuang's eyes widened, staring at the ground, and suddenly raised her head and said, "I don't know where you got the news... But what about it?"

"Yes, that woman is my husband's junior, and that boy is also my husband's."

"But even so, why should I kill my husband?" An Shuang seemed to have regained his confidence and looked at Zhou Yang proudly, "My husband has a rich family wealth, even if it is divided into half, my son and I can live without worry. Why should I take this risk to kill someone?"

"Zhou Yang, I admit that you are very good, you can even detect such secret things."

"But please be a bit logical, okay?"

"Siwen, I thought your partner was good, but I didn't expect it to be a grandstanding person." An Shuang said to Chu Siwen.

Chu Siwen had no idea what to say.

"Zhou Yang, you insulted my mother and speculated about the cause of my father's death at will. I will settle this account with you slowly!" Shang Zi'an gritted his teeth.

Zhou Yang laughed and said, "It's hard to be a good man! Shang Zi'an...you don't have to be sad, your father is not dead!"

"What do you mean?" Shang Zi'an's eyes were red.

"I mean... the one who died... is not your father."