Gentle smiled: "I don't know what email it is?"
"Maybe the two police officers don't know. I'm a young actor, so scripts are sent to the mailbox almost every day, or sent out, so the police officer said that I sent an email on February 10th. I really can't remember."
Her eyebrows are trimmed very delicately. Because she is at home, she has no makeup on her face, but her skin is fair, so even without makeup, she is very beautiful.
Especially today when she was still wearing home clothes, and when she was lying on the soft sofa and watching people, she looked even more petite and innocent.
Facing such a pitiful beauty, Li Qingyi remained unmoved, and put a photo directly on the coffee table, staring at her with deep eyes: "This photo was posted anonymously by Miss Song to the police on February 10th. It's in the mailbox, I wonder if Miss Song remembers this?"
Rourou glanced at it and smiled: "Police officer, are you sure I sent it to you? Empty words have no proof. Who knows if what you said is true or false. Why don't you show evidence?"
For the system, Wenrou still believes 100%.
But being able to find her in such a short time, she believed that the police got clues from the painter, and then came to find her.
But she was thinking, if she didn't admit it, what could they do to her, or how to persuade her to cooperate.
As if seeing her thoughts, Li Qingyi frowned, and his ascetic face twitched slightly.
That anonymous letter was the same as the anonymous report letter sent earlier, the ids were all blank, and even the most advanced technology in the criminal police team could not find the id address.
The reason why the clues to this painting were found was because the artist posted the painting he drew on the public platform.
Only then did the police follow the painter to find gentleness.
And this painter is the best witness.
However, Li Qingyi could see very clearly that this Miss Song had actually admitted that she had sent the anonymous letter. At present, she was waiting for a reason for the police to convince her.
Pursing his thin lips, Li Qingyi said: "Miss Song, we want to know, how did you know that the suspect was trapped and even murdered to silence him? To be precise, how did you know the scene? Did you see it with your own eyes? Are you the real murderer?"
He stared at Wen Wen's eyes, and there was scrutiny in his voice: "Miss Song can not say anything, but now the police suspect that Miss Song may be the murderer, I'm afraid I have to ask Miss Song to go to the criminal police team..."
When he saw the anonymous photo again, Li Qingyi began to suspect the anonymous letter-poster, but he didn't know what method the anonymous person used, so that the police's advanced search was powerless.
But when they broke through the clues on the painting and found the suspect, he was already dead.
And coincidentally, the photos sent anonymously are almost exactly the same as the murder scene. If the person who sent the photos anonymously saw the scene of the crime by accident, why not directly call the police, but use this method to send anonymous photos instead
Such a motive has to make the police suspect that this is the murderer's provocation.
After all, such cases are not unheard of.
But Li Qingyi found that Wen Wen's face hadn't changed, she smiled "puchi", "Although what you said is very reasonable, the problem is that I just flew from city a to city h to record the program on the night of February 10th, and the next day I only returned to City A on the night of the 11th. If you don’t believe me, you can check the time of the hotel I stayed in in City H and record the program. There are surveillance cameras throughout the process.
Also, if I'm not wrong, the time of death of the person in the photo should be from 1:00 am on February 11th to 7:00 am on February 11th. During this time period, I was still in City H , Excuse me, how can I manage to kill the deceased in city a in city h at a distance of thousands of kilometers? "
Before coming, of course, Li Qingyi and the others had thoroughly investigated Wen Wen's itinerary, precisely because there was sufficient evidence of her absence, otherwise they would have directly arrested her, so why bother to startle her
But when Li Qingyi heard the gentle words at this moment, he pulled his lips inexplicably: "Then, can Miss Song tell us how you know the scene of the crime so well? And why is it so troublesome to ask the artist to draw the scene?" How about sending it to the police anonymously? If you go directly to the police station to call the police, Zhang Menghua probably won’t die, and the most important point is, how do you know the approximate time of his death?”
Hearing this, Fangzheng stared at Wenrou with a strange expression on his face, and echoed his captain: "That's right, Miss Song, how do you know so clearly?"
What's more, the painting in the photo is strangely identical to the scene of the crime. If it wasn't for the murderer, who would remember that the small details of the scene of the crime are so clear
Moreover, Fangzheng and the others have also investigated her previous itinerary and traces, to confirm and confirm that she has never been to the scene of the crime. Maybe she is already sitting in the interrogation chair of the criminal police team at this moment.
Being stared at by two pairs of interrogating eyes, Wen Rou calmly took a sip of boiled water to moisten his throat.
"It seems that if I don't say anything, the two police officers are afraid that they will arrest me."
He said softly: "But I told you, I'm afraid you don't believe me either." She paused at this point.
Li Qingyi, who was staring at her from beginning to end, frowned even tighter: "Tell me."
Gentlely looked into the deep eyes of the upright police officer full of hormones, and said seriously: "Whether the police officer believes it or not, in order to get rid of suspicion, I have to tell the truth. In the long history of five thousand years, our ancestors have left Many valuable things, such as - fortune-telling."
"Miss Song!" Li Qingyi's face was a little ugly: "Could it be that you mean that the painting was calculated by your fortune-telling? Do you think we will believe it?"
Of course I wouldn't believe it, gentleness was a fluke in the first place.
But she has the ability to predict the future, so she won't say it out, and having said it, maybe people think fortune-telling is more reliable.
Gentle and rich in heart, his face was calm and indifferent: "Of course not all, you think highly of me, officer, but the painting in this photo is indeed what I saw through fortune-telling and dreams. I like surfing the Internet, and accidentally Seeing the arrest warrant issued by your police and seeing the suspect’s date of birth, I feel that it is the duty and responsibility of citizens to help the police, so I just meddle in my own business.”
"Well, I know you don't believe it, but you have already investigated all my information and whereabouts. You should know whether what I said is true or not. Anyway, you believe it or not, as long as I have no regrets."
With such awe-inspiring righteousness, Li Qingyi almost believed it.
"Okay, then I'll ask Ms. Song another question. Excuse me, are you the one who reported the arsonist's anonymous letter?"