Just in case, Wen Qing asked 001 in her heart: [Did you leave directly after the mission was completed?]
[There will be no bugs, right?]
001 said indifferently: [No.]
Wen Qing's eyes turned black, it's over.
The police caught the wrong guy.
No, the two cases should be mixed up.
The murderer of the missing case deliberately framed Yang Fan...
"Brother, why are you still standing at the door?" Ji Sheng said suddenly.
Wen Qing's mind was in a mess, she responded subconsciously, walked to the living room, sat on the sofa and stared at the phone in a daze.
"Brother?" Ji Sheng yelled again, seeing Wen Qing's pale face and frowning, "Drink some water, what happened?"
Holding the water glass, Wen Qing was thinking about how to tell Xing Ze about this matter.
Tell Xingxuan directly
Will Xing Ze believe him
What about the evidence
...
Wen took two sips of water lightly and put the glass on the tea table.
As soon as he lowered his head, his eyes focused on Ji Yu and Ji Sheng's teacups.
The two used the same teacup, the distance between the teacup and the edge of the tea table was the same, and the handles of the cups pointed to the door.
Very familiar.
It's like Wen Qing came home and suspected that her cup had been tampered with.
Wen Qing was startled for two seconds, then lowered her eyes nervously.
After Yang Fan was excluded, this small detail that he had been neglecting all this time suddenly became apparent.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he caught a glimpse of Ji Sheng holding a pillow in his arms from the corner of his eye.
Wen Qing took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and said to Ji Sheng, "Ji Sheng, do you have ice water or a cold drink?"
"Yes, I have iced Coke." Ji Sheng smiled, got up and said, "I'll get it for my brother."
After speaking, he put the pillow on the sofa and straightened the crooked pillow.
Seeing Ji Sheng's movements, a chill crept up from Wen Qing's feet.
He remembered that on the first day he got this dungeon, Xing Ze told them the password of the electronic lock while eating at Ji's house.
Nightmare, peppermint scent, familiar voice...
All kinds of clues are connected together, the blood on Wen Qing's face disappears little by little, and her lips turn white.
His thoughts became clearer than ever.
The information that the police arrested Yang Fan came from Ji's family.
Ji Sheng made them suspect that Yang Fan was the one who sent the harassing text messages.
Ji Prison let them find the evidence of Yang Fan's murder,
Li Zi, the owner of the villa where the murder weapon is hidden, is not only Yang Fan's friend, but also Ji Prison's colleague.
More importantly, there is also a reminder from 001 - [Normal.]
He's normal, what's wrong is that he's always been a prisoner.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, she raised her eyes nervously, and looked at Ji Prison.
However, Ji Prison was also watching him.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked away.
Ji Prison stared at his bloodless cheeks, and slowly said: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "No..."
Because of being too nervous, his voice became a little strange.
Wen Qingqing cleared his throat, took a big sip of water, and stammered again: "No, it's nothing."
Ji Prison smiled and said in a low voice, "You won't lie."
Wen Qing clenched her palms tightly, her heart beating fast.
His lips trembled, trying to find something to say, but he didn't know what to say.
Before he could come up with an excuse, Ji Prison said slowly: "You look..."
"Still doubting me."
Declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences.
was seen.
Wen Qing became even more nervous, her hands and feet were cold from fright.
Ji Prison tilted his head, appreciating the slight trembling of his body, and continued: "The police have clearly caught the murderer, and the evidence is solid."
He gave a low laugh, and looked at Wen Qing gently: "Or... have you discovered anything new?"
Wen Qing was at a loss, as if Ji Prison had seen through everything.
Suddenly, something cold and sticky stuck to his face.
Wen Qing jumped up from the sofa in fright.
"What's wrong, brother?" Ji Sheng looked at him suspiciously while holding an ice coke.
Wen pursed his lips lightly.
Ji Sheng turned to look at Ji Prison: "Daddy, what were you talking about with brother just now?"
Ji Prison said lightly, "Nothing."
Ji Sheng looked into his eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.
From Wen Qing's perspective, he couldn't see the emotional changes on Ji Sheng's face clearly.
He pinched his palms and said to the two of them: "I, I have something to do and I need to find Xingxuan."
After finishing speaking, he hurried into the kitchen, ignoring Xia Yansi in the kitchen, and grabbed Xing Ze's arm: "I, I have something to go upstairs."
The skin of the two was touching, and Xing Ze felt Wen Qing's cold and wet palm.
He frowned, immediately put down the things in his hands, lowered his eyes, and saw the panic and fear in Wen Qing's eyes.
"Uncle Xia, I'll accompany him upstairs. I have something to do." After finishing speaking, Xing Zao untied his apron, held Wen Qing's hand, and walked out without looking back.
After leaving Ji's house, Wen Qing didn't wait for the elevator, and pulled Xing Ze directly up the corridor.
Xing Ze didn't directly ask him what's going on, but waited until he got home and saw Wen Qing's expression eased a little with his own eyes, before he asked, "Did something happen?"
Wen Qing tugged on his sleeve, stared closely at Xing Ze's eyes, and said firmly, "Yang Fan is not the murderer of the missing case."
"He probably only killed his wife, but the victims of the disappearance case have nothing to do with him, and the harassing text messages are the same. He didn't do it."
Listening to his words, Xing Zuo's expression changed slightly, gradually becoming serious.
Wen Qing continued: "Don't you think it's a coincidence that the police suddenly found so many clues? I didn't believe what Yang Fan said just now..."
"Although there is no evidence now, but, but..."
Wen Qing really didn't know how to explain that Yan Yang Fan was not the murderer of the disappearance case. The most direct way to eliminate it was because of his mission, but it was impossible for him to tell the Xingxuan system about it.
After a while, Wen gently lowered his eyes, and said weakly, "Anyway, it's really not Yang Fan."
In the next second, a low laugh sounded in his ear.
A hand rested on his head and stroked it gently.
"I also don't think it's Yang Fan." Xing Ze said.
Wen Qing raised her head in a daze.
Xing Ze looked at him, and said slowly: "Besides the coincidence of the timing of the appearance of those evidences, which seems to be man-made, there are other evidences that do not match what Yang Fan did."
"Who are you suspecting?"
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and said directly, "Ji Prison."
Xing Ze looked slightly startled, and asked, "Why?"
Wen Qing analyzed: "It was he who told us that Yang Fan had violent tendencies, that he had the idea of dismembering the corpse and feeding it to cats, and that he also provided clues about the murder weapon."
Xing Ze: "In the recording of the file that my uncle gave me, it is true that Yang Fan's psychological problems can be seen, and the dismemberment of the body was also said by him himself."
Wen Qing thought to himself, after all, Ji Prison is Xing Ze's uncle, so it's normal for him not to believe it.
Just as Wen Qing was about to speak, he heard Xing Ze say again: "However, it is not ruled out that someone, my uncle, will guide you on purpose."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Xing Ze motioned him to sit down, and said slowly: "But from the time period when the police investigated the victim's accident, my uncle has a clear alibi."
Wen calmed down for a while, and said to him, "There may be Xia Yansi."
Although I can't figure out what Xia Yansi did for the time being, the feeling Xia Yansi gave him was almost the same as the feeling Ji Prison gave him.
Xing Ze's eyes were calm: "Uncle and Uncle Xia both have alibi."
"Alibi at different times..."
His voice gradually became lower and his face became more and more ugly.
Wen exhaled lightly and said to him, "There is Ji Sheng."
Xing Ze was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the small details that they had ignored.
The last time Yao Qian appeared was Sanshui Mountain, and Ji Sheng liked to climb mountains.
The video of Miaomiao breakfast shop showed that it was Ji Sheng who went to find Yang Fan, not Yang Fan who went to find Ji Sheng. Ji Sheng deliberately misled them to suspect Yang Fan.
As for Wen Qing's itinerary, it is impossible for Yang Fan to know everything about it, but Ji Yu, Ji Sheng and Xia Yansi can.
They can hear, see, and probe.
Xing Ze closed his eyes and said to Wen Qing, "Impossible."
"You have misunderstood my uncle, so you are now digging into a dead end."
Wen Qing was stunned.
?
Didn't you just say it well
Immediately afterwards, Xing Ze picked up his mobile phone and typed a line on the memo.
[If true, they might be listening to our conversation right now.]
Wen Qing's pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole body became stiff.
Yes... they can hear you.
They are downstairs? Still in the corridor
Just thinking about it, Wen Qing couldn't take it anymore, the emotions that had finally eased up became tense again, and fear welled up in her heart.
Xing Zuo held his hand, and said slowly: "The police station asked me to go there, there is a document that I need to sign, and there are some trivial matters to deal with."
Wen Qing opened her mouth, and after a while, she finally made a sound: "I, I will go with you."
"Okay," Xing Ze picked up the phone and said to Wen Qing, "Let me tell my uncle that I may not be able to come back for dinner at night."
"Let's make an appointment another day. I'm sure I'll be free before Ji Sheng goes abroad."
Wen responded softly and stood up with weak feet.
Xing Ze walked in front of him, opened the door, and pressed the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator, Wen Qing inevitably looked towards the corridor. The corridor lights were voice-activated, and it was dark and gloomy at the moment, like a treasure land where wild animals were waiting for an opportunity to ambush.
"Ding dong—"
The elevator has arrived.
Wen Qing withdrew his gaze and stood next to Xing Xuan, barely feeling a little bit of security.
The two went directly to the police office.
Xing Ze locked the door, poured Wen Qing a glass of water, and said straight to the point: "Now everything is our speculation, without any evidence."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice: "Then what should I do?"
Xing Ze frowned tightly: "The evidence about Yang Fan has been submitted, we now need solid facts to prove that they are related to the disappearance case, the sooner the better."
Wen Qing thought about it, but couldn't think of anything.
In the past six months, the police haven't found any clues or evidence. In just a few minutes, he couldn't think of it alone.
After thinking for a while, Wen Qing tentatively said: "I, I suspect that the nightmare I had while sleeping may not be a nightmare..."
"Before I had a nightmare, I smelled a sweet smell."
Xing Ze looked at his beautiful eyebrows, and his face changed instantly.
□□.
"Boom boom boom—"
There was a knock on the office door, and Xiao Chen's bluffing voice sounded outside the door: "Squad?"
"Aren't you on vacation? Why are you here suddenly?"
"Do you want to treat us to a big meal..."
Wen Qing looked down at the nail prints on her palm, and said in a low voice: "Xing Xuan, there is still one way left."
*****
night
Wen Qing went home alone, as usual, checked the surveillance in the living room, then went back to the bedroom to wash her hair, take a shower, and go to bed.
He retracted into the quilt, covered his head, nervously took out his mobile phone, and checked the time.
It's ten o'clock.
Wen gently touched the electric shock device under the pillow, and clicked on Xing Ze's WeChat.
[Have you come over yet?]
Xing Xuan: [Come on.]
Wen Qing: [Okay.]
Wen lightly huddled under the quilt, watching the time go by every minute.
Half an hour later, I still haven't received the news of Xing Xuan's arrival.
Afraid of disturbing Xing Ze's work, he sent a text message to Xiao Chen: [Is the police station busy?]
Xiao Chen replied to the text message in seconds.
Xiao Chen: [The criminal team just told me that they found the card dealer, and they are going to let him hear and compare the voices of Ji Prison and Yang Fan.]
Xiao Chen: [The main reason is that we acted in private this time, without approval, the criminal squad should be more sleazy.]
Xiao Chen: [Ah no, I mean be careful.]
Xiao Chen: [Don't tell the criminal team QAQ, I've already squatted here in the corridor on the 14th floor, and I will rush over as soon as I have something to do.]
Looking at Xiao Chen's text message, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Xing Ze's WeChat video popped up on the top of the phone.
Wen Qing put on the earphones, looked at Xing Ze's cold side face on the screen, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
Xing Ze whispered: "I'm on my way here."
"That card dealer did confuse my uncle..." He paused, pursed his lips and said, "The voices of Ji Yu and Yang Fan, he was afraid that the police would hold him accountable, so he identified Yang Fan at the police station."
Wen hummed lightly.
"I'll be near the neighborhood in ten minutes."
Wen nodded lightly, staring at the time beating on the top of the phone.
One minute, two minutes...
Five minutes later, Wen Qing heard movement at the door.
Someone is entering a password.
Soon, there was a slight click outside.
The entrance door opened.
Wen Qing's body was stiff, she huddled under the quilt, nervously looking out through the small gap between the quilt and the bed.
He stared fixedly at the bedroom door.
The moonlight shines into the bedroom, and Wen Qing can clearly see the metal door lock turning slowly.
There was a "click", very faint, but it was a thrilling sound to Wen Qing's ears.
The bedroom door was opened.
A pair of long legs came into view.
Wen Qing covered her mouth and nose, desperately trying to calm herself down, for fear that her rapid and tense breathing would expose her.
The other party approached slowly and walked to the bedside.
Wen Qing could even smell the faint scent of mint on his body.
Is this the quarter prison? Or Xia Yansi? Or Ji Sheng
Wen Qing was so tense that his muscles began to ache. He held the electric shock device tightly, and Xing Zao's calm voice came from the earphone: "Don't be afraid."
At the same time, a smiling voice sounded from outside the quilt:
"There's a kitten pretending to be asleep."