The person in the photo still has a bit of greenness in his facial features, with a rebellious smile in his eyes, just staring at the screen.
This modeling is not similar to Fan Huai in reality, but the verve is very realistic.
Qionggong stared at the photo for a few seconds, then looked away.
At this time, another young man knocked on the door and came in, stopped at the door and said, "Captain, Ning Dongdong is here."
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Fan Huai sat in the closed interrogation room, motionless, staring at the table, with anxiety written all over his body.
Even if he tried his best to hide it, the muscles on his body were still tightly crumbled into one piece.
Qiong Cang glanced at him and saw the suppressed resistance in his expression.
He Jueyun walked in front, pulled out the chairs on both sides, and took a seat with Qiong.
After confirming that the camera is turned on normally, turn on the computer in front of you and prepare to record.
Fan Huai raised his head slightly when he heard the movement.
His gaze towards the sky, the hedgehog-like aggression on his body was removed a little, he breathed heavily, and waited for them to ask questions.
Qiong Cang asked, "Where did you go last night?"
"HY Community."
Fan Huai's voice was flat, and he repeated what he may have said countless times, "To be precise, I wasn't going to the Garden Community, but it rained heavily last night, and the person who asked me to meet hid in order to avoid the rain. Inside the neighborhood.
I knew the place well, so I agreed to meet her at the shelter. "
The crisp and loud keyboard sound sounded closely, and the high-speed knocking frequency seemed to promote the rhythm between the two.
Qiong: "Then what?"
Fan Huai: "Then I went to buy a second-hand camera."
"Where did the money come from?"
"Earn."
"How did you earn it?"
"Earn from class."
"Can you make money in class?"
Qiongcang smiled dispassionately, "Don't answer me perfunctorily."
The speed of the conversation between the two was very fast, and it even smelled of gunpowder, which surprised the audience in the live broadcast room.
They originally thought that the sky would guide their students patiently and patiently.
However, after sitting in this position, she seemed to be a different person.
Fan Huai still lowered his head, letting the bangs on his forehead block his sight.
He paused and continued to explain: "Liu Lu asked me to help her attend the class, record the content of the class, and investigate the students in the class.
Twelve classes, seven thousand dollars. "
"Whose class, where class, why
Did you not doubt it? "
Qiongcang threw a few questions one after another, and those scorching eyes seemed to dig a hole out of the other person, "What's so special about the students in that class?"
"No.
I don't know, I didn't think too much about making money at the time. "
Fan Huai shook his head, "That's a few social psychology courses.
She asked me to go to the class, and I went.
She said that it doesn't matter if there is no gain, as long as the recording of the course is handed over to her.
I think it's normal, after all, it's an open class at a well-known university. "
Qiongcang raised his eyebrows: "That's it, seven thousand yuan?"
There is a clear smile in the tone, but the smile at this time will not make people feel any friendly.
Fan Huai lowered his voice: "Yes."
Qiong changed his posture, placing one hand on the table, holding a pen in his fingers, turning it up and down.
Fan Huai knew that this gesture represented that she was thinking, or that she was doubting.
He also knew that his explanation was not so credible, and even absurd, but once again being questioned and visited, the cold feeling inevitably came from the bottom of his feet and slowly spread upward.
After an unknown amount of time, Qiong finally looked away.
For the first time, she opened the document on the table, flipping it back and forth between her slender fingers.
"You said you saw the deceased at about 9:20, and then said goodbye to her.
But when you arrived at the camera shop again, it was nearly 9:45.
According to the distance between the two places, no matter how slowly you go, it can't take that long. "
Qiong Cang raised his eyelids and looked at him sharply, not letting go of every detail on his face, "Where have you been during this time?"
Fan Huai gave an unexpected answer: "I'm wearing a new pair of shoes."
Qionggong tilted his head for unknown reasons: "Huh?"
"My mom bought me a new pair of shoes and I don't want them getting wet."
Fan Huai said, "Afterwards, the rain got heavier and heavier, and the terrain on the way out was relatively low. There was a lot of stagnant water in the front, and the shoes would be damaged by accident.
So I waited under the eaves of a house.
I want to wait for the rain to lighten a little, and then pass by the side. "
His Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly as he spoke, and the fingers on the table tightened, revealing his mood.
Qiongqiang asked, "Can anyone testify for you?"
Fan Huai still shook his head, his movements lightly: "No."
Qiong Cang: "Is there any online records?"
"… No."
Fan Huai's voice became low and hoarse, "I was playing a single player game at the time."
The sky was silent, and He Jueyun also stopped recording because of the silence of the two.
This suffocating silence made Fan Huai look dazed.
This scene is too familiar, Fan Huai has a feeling of unreality in the clouds and fog, as if his own soul is floating out of the body, watching this ridiculous scene from a third party's perspective.
A criminal, in the absence of a quibble, justifies it with ridiculous reasons.
The police officer in uniform across from him would look at him with a look of disdain, coldness and sarcasm, evaluate him, and label him a scumbag in his heart.
Fan Huai took a deep breath and drove out the front part of the fragmented picture in his mind.
Qiongcang: "What is Liu Lu investigating
Does she have any enemies? "
"do not know!"
Fan Huai's answer this time seemed a bit blunt. He was angry with his powerlessness and dissatisfied with his situation, so he couldn't control his emotions.
With a slight sound, the file was closed.
Qiong Cang pressed on the title page with one hand, clearly a statement without ups and downs, but with the unkindness that can instantly stir up people's anger.
"So, you don't know any of the key issues.
And you have no evidence to prove your innocence.
Yeah? "
Anger flashed in Fan Huai's eyes.
That was the only way the sixteen-year-old "Ning Dongdong" could protest.
The audience in the live broadcast room had long been unbearable. Their hard typing fingers almost shattered the keyboard, and the sense of substitution was too strong, which made them feel resentful towards the sky.
"I love Fan Huai, and after knowing that he is innocent, I can no longer see any hurt expressions on his face.
Baby, let me hug and comfort me.
weeping"
"Don't abuse it, don't abuse it! It's about to torture people to death! It hurts to cover my heart"
"Qongcang, if you treat Fan Huai like this again, your sons will run away.
Smile, are you in the wrong camp
Why is there a wave of reverse output? "
"The real situation should be more uncomfortable than it is now. After all, Fan Huai was really only sixteen years old at that time, and the interrogating policeman was not as neutral and calm as Qiong Qiong.
During the interrogation process, the police will definitely exert a lot of pressure to obtain valid confessions from the other party. "
"Gao Liang Fan Huai has never pleaded guilty! Never! Not once!"
"Frankly speaking, if the interrogator was me, I would really think that Fan Huai was the real murderer... What a coincidence! I would think that he didn't even bother to argue."
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Fan Huai didn't know much about the details of Liu Lu's death.
Qiongcang quickly ended the interrogation, got up and went out, leaving Fan Huai to sit alone in the room, waiting for the next player.
When He Jueyun was packing his things, he looked at Fan Huai's gloomy aura from the corner of his eye, and his chest couldn't help feeling astringent.
But he knew very well that compared to the comfort and care that never existed, the bloody truth was the life that Fan Huai had truly experienced.
Fan Huai no longer needs expired consolation.
Those immersed in the bottom of the muddy pond, the pain that no one knows about, should surface and see the light of day again.
Qiong Cang strode out of the interrogation room, quickly wrote a paragraph on the blank space of the paper, tore it off, and handed it to the detective on the side.
The police officer who received the task took a quick glance, put on his hat, and ran straight out.
Qiongcang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the group: "Notice, meeting.
Half an hour later, the large conference room. "
Half an hour later, the detectives who were able to come back gathered in the spacious conference room, and the police officers who were doing the investigation outside also found a relatively quiet place, connected to the group chat channel, and listened to their discussions.
Qiong Cang sat in the upper position with his feet crossed, raised his watch and glanced at it, seeing that it was almost time, he said coldly, "Let's start then."
He Jueyun slid the mouse and sent a video request to one of the accounts.
On the projection screen, it was the policeman who was sent out by Qiong on a mission not long ago.
He stood in a place similar to a balcony, holding a pair of white shoes in his hand, and showed the camera in all directions.
"It's been washed.
Washed very clean. "
When everyone saw this scene, they discussed in a low voice.
"Such expensive shoes are generally not washed so roughly, right?"
"Ning Dongdong's mother said that she saw that Ning Dongdong liked these shoes very much, but the soles and uppers of the shoes were dirty with muddy water, so she couldn't help washing them."
"Then there is no way to see the contamination of the shoes, and there is no way to extract useful evidence from the soles."
"I said, Ning Dongdong must be lying, right
I don't believe the reasons he said.
Just such a coincidence? "
The person on the screen puts the shoe down, and the video is turned off.
The conference room was quiet for a while, and everyone turned their heads to look at the sky.
Qionggong raised his hand in an inviting gesture, signaling them to speak freely.
Several people were not polite and explained it calmly.
"Ning Dongdong has many fatal doubts."
"First, the seven thousand dollars.
Why did Liu Lu give him 7,000 yuan
How many classes will you take
These seven thousand are clearly given away for nothing, right
Why do you have to find Ning Dongdong
Also, if you want to give money, why would Liu Lu choose at night? "
"Second, Ning Dongdong has no alibi.
To be precise, all his explanations are unconvincing. "
"Thirdly, there have been multiple witnesses who can confirm that he is the only one who appeared at the scene of the murder!"
Qiong Cang looked at the speaker lightly, and when he had finished speaking, he nodded and asked calmly, "Then do you know that there are also fatal doubts in your speculation?"
The person who spoke earlier was stunned, sat upright, and asked, "Where?"