Xia Ruo and the others were startled and asked him, "What do you know? Do you know why he has to take off his coat?"
Su Luoheng's mouth curled up, with a confident smile, and said, "Not only do I know why Xishan took off his coat, I still have evidence that he is the murderer."
Xia Ruo was slightly surprised.
Su Luoheng said, "Come with me."
After speaking, he took Xia Ruo to find Xishan.
Xishan sat on the chair in the interrogation room, looking down at his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking. Hearing the movement of Su Luoheng and Xia Ruo coming in, he raised his head to look at them.
Su Luoheng looked at the sweat on Xishan's forehead and sneered, "Mr. Xishan, is it hot?"
Xishan held the tissue that the police officer gave him, wiped his forehead, and said, "It's okay."
Su Luoheng said: "Mr. Xishan doesn't need to force it. If it's hot, take off your coat."
"Thank you, no need." Xishan glanced at Su Luoheng and replied.
Su Luoheng leaned back on the back of the chair and said: "Mr. Xishan's shirt is so tightly buttoned, it must be very hot here, right? This is not a company. Don't be so cautious. Why don't you untie two of the holes for ventilation?"
Xishan was a little angry and said, "I said no!"
Su Luoheng sneered.
"Why, why does Mr. Xishan seem to have a guilty conscience and dare not untie the shirt? Could it be that there is some secret hidden under the shirt?"
Su Luoheng reminded me that Xia Ruo understood what Su Luoheng thought.
Xishan's coat was the one that really hid the secret, but his shirt.
Xishan pressed his lips tightly and said nothing. The sweat on the forehead flows more and faster.
"Mr. Xishan, don't try to hide it. We already know the evidence of your murder." Su Luoheng said frankly at last.
Xishan finally gave up the struggle, and pulled off his coat without saying a word. Slowly stretched his hand to the opening of his shirt, unbuttoned three shirt buttons from top to bottom, and pulled them to both sides, revealing the blood stains on the shirt.
Because it is a black shirt, blood stains are not very obvious in time, and it is on the inside of the shirt, and no traces can be seen from the outside. Therefore, when the police inspected Xishan's clothing, he could not be found out.
The physical evidence was in his body, and Xishan couldn't find an excuse for the blood stained shirt anyway. Su Luoheng ordered someone to take away the shirt from Xishan for a blood test. But even if you don't need to identify, just look at Xishan's expression, and you know that the blood must be Changdi's.
Su Luoheng asked Xishan, who hadn't said a word since just now: "Xishan, what else do you want to say?"
Xishan's voice still seemed to roll out of his throat, saying: "No. I admit that I killed Changdi." At the end, he added: "He deserves to die."
August 1st, 12:30 noon.
Xishan arrived at the Imagination Building as promised.
The little sister at the front desk stopped him and asked him if he had an appointment. It is a break time, and the general manager does not accept anyone.
He froze for a moment, took out his mobile phone to read his text message to the little sister, and said, "Your general manager asked me to come at this time."
Xishan was a little puzzled. Why did Changdi ask him to come at this time but didn't talk to the front desk? It made him so shameless.
The girl at the front desk called and asked the general manager, and with a smile he let Xishan onto the elevator.
Maybe it’s because of nervousness, maybe it’s
Walking too quickly, Xishan kept sweating.
If you can't borrow any more money today, I'm afraid I will die after I go back. That damn loan shark might be holding a knife and looking at the IOU between him and him now.
Thinking of this, Xishan's palm sweated even more.
With a "ding", the elevator reached the 25th floor. It's not the first time he has come to Chandi's office, but he is still a little nervous. Although Chang Di is his old classmate, but the other side is always bullying. As a borrower, he has no choice but to beg him again and again.
Xishan straightened his collar.
When I came to him once before, he was ridiculed by Changdi because his clothes were not arranged properly. Now he pays great attention to his clothes before seeing Changdi.
He knocked on the door softly twice, but no one answered.
Xishan hesitated and pushed the door open. There was no one in the office.
The voice of talking came from the hut.
"Well, I'm changing clothes now. I was going to sleep and rest. I didn't expect the beggar to come again. I originally planned to make an appointment for noon, implying that he was going to take a rest and didn't have time to care for him. I didn't expect this fool to even do this. can not read."
The action of Xishan closing the door was stunned.
It was Chandi's voice, he seemed to be on the phone.
"Beggar", "idiot", these words, are you talking about him
"Just tell him not to bother me? Oh, he's my college classmate... I don't know how there are such stupid college classmates, haha. But it's fun to tease him, and he opened a new house. If I broke the company, I can bankrupt him with my fingers. It's so stupid. He doesn't have the ability to run a company at all. Even if I borrow money from him, it will only be a waste of money..."
Xishan stared at the door of the hut expressionlessly, listening to the people inside talking unscrupulously about his "idiot".
"Huh? Ah, I'm going to have a showdown with him today. I'm so annoyed and come to me every day. I'm not like him. I'm a beggar who doesn't accomplish anything. I'm very busy. Hey... If I get mixed up. If he is like this, it's better to die, haha..."
Xishan clenched his fists.
He took off his coat and placed it on the chair, and then took off his shirt. Xishan looked around and saw the knife on Changdi's table with the logo of Imagine.
Turning the shirt over his hand, holding the knife through the shirt, Xishan walked into the hut.
The door opened with the sound of the door lock opening.
Changdi, who had changed his clothes, stood in the door and was surprised to see Xishan: "Xishan, you are here..."
Seeing Xishan, who was holding his upper body and holding his shirt in a strange way, Changdi frowned and wanted to criticize Xishan, saying: "Xishan, I didn't say you, I told you last time. Look at what you are wearing..."
Before he finished speaking, Xishan took a step forward and approached Chandi to the hut.
"Xishan, what are you doing?" Sensing Xishan's dark eyes, Changdi took two steps back and asked.
Without a word, Xishan rushed forward and pierced the knife in his hand into Changdi's chest, pushing him to the root of the wall, suppressing his struggle, and stabbing deeper. He raised his other hand and covered his mouth with his shirt, so that Chandi couldn't speak for help.
Xishan stared closely at Chandi's eyes, admiring the pain in his eyes, unbelievable.
Chandi's eyes gradually faded, and his body went limp before Xishan let go.
Watching
When Changdi fell on the ground, Xishan's complexion was condensed.
Say I might as well die? Then you might as well die first.
Say I'm stupid? Then you will be killed by an idiot.
Say I'm a beggar? Then just watch yourself die in front of a beggar.
Xishan closed his eyes and turned the monstrous anger in his heart into action.
Dragging Chandi's body onto the sofa, he shook his shirt, which was stained with Chandi's blood, and Xishan put it on again.
The black shirt can't see the slightest mark from the outside.
Finally, he glanced at Changdi with his mouth open and his eyes wide open. Xishan walked out of the hut and closed the door. Pick up your coat from the chair and put it on.
This person finally died.
Finally, Changdi, who left, finally didn't need to care about his clothes and appearance carefully, put on his coat and pushed open the office door and walked out.
Later, Xia Ruo thought, if it hadn't been for Xishan to stay in place A and the police acted quickly, it might have been taken away by Xishan. Therefore, the ability to catch the murderer depends largely on luck.
"But, I think this Changdi deserves the crime." Xichang said: "You said that a person is so rich, and he is so stingy."
Zhang Qi casually picked up a peanut and sent it to his mouth, saying, "This Changdi is not just a stingy, but a bastard as a whole. He has a few stinky money and is playing with others."
Both Changdi's subordinate employees and friends and colleagues expressed negative emotions towards this person. It can only be said that Changdi is very good as a businessman, but as a "person", he is quite incompetent.
"So, be kind to people, especially rich people." Xia Ruo said.
"Why, especially the rich?" Su Luoheng asked.
Xia Ruo smiled and said, "Look, if Changdi has no money, he will not be able to manipulate Li Chengzhi's company. If he is rich, Xishan will not find him, so naturally there will not be much behind him. It's up."
Su Luoheng smiled helplessly, as if what Xia Ruo said made sense.
"Oh, by the way, how about that loan shark?"
Xia Ruo asked the guy who gave Xishan loan sharks.
Su Luoheng said: "We have contacted the police there and arrested him."
Xia Ruo took a peanut bean from Zhang Qi and ate it while thinking that this world would really be unhappy with retribution.
August 3rd, Wednesday.
Nine p.m.
Dizzy.
It seems to be filled with lead.
Lan Xiang frowned and raised her hand to caress the temple on the left corner of her forehead.
Why is it so uncomfortable
Shaking his head, Lan Xiang slowly opened his eyes, but was startled by the scene before him, and his mind was instantly clear.
The man sitting next to her was dripping with blood in his abdomen, and there was a sudden wound. The man was limp on the sofa, his head tilted to the side weakly, and he was obviously dead.
This man is called Fan Cheng, and Lan Xiang is also at his home. But she clearly remembered that two people were drinking and talking about things. Why did he become a dead person after a while
What exactly is going on
Suddenly felt the weight of his right hand.
Lan Xiang looked down, her eyes widened instantly.
He even held a slender fruit knife in his right hand. The knife was also covered with blood, and the bloody smell rushed towards her. Not only that, there are red mottled blood spots on his blue dress, which also exudes the smell of blood.
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