The chicken was offended

"Damn, half a pack of your washing powder is left!"

A hand was stretched out from behind to hold down his hand shaking the bag into the washing machine. Lin Quan was startled, and the whole bag fell into the washing tub with his hands loose.

"This can wash the clothes of our building." The boy pushed Lin Quan to see him standing there stupidly, and left in a daze.

Lin Quan desperately took a few deep breaths. The unique smell of water vapor in the laundry room lingered on the tip of his nose. For some reason, he always felt that he could smell a bloody smell, just like the smell of blood bubbling out from Zhang Bin cutting his wrist. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but I shivered. The 1.8-meter-six man looked a little shy.

He kept thinking why Zhang Bin committed suicide.After what happened last night, it was as if he had passed the knife into Zhang Bin's hand, he... was like the instigator who instigated others to commit suicide.

Maybe Zhang Bin is innocent?As soon as the idea came up, he cut it off.

No, Zhang Bin must have exposed the truth because I didn't have the courage to surrender, so he committed suicide in fear of crime, yes, that's it.Lin Quan affirmed himself, and walked out of the laundry room with soaked washing powder and a bucket of clothes that were still dry.

He didn't dare to go back to his dormitory, because he had to pass through dormitory 312 to go back to his dormitory.

When Liu Zhengyang discovered something was wrong with Zhang Bin in the morning, his dormitory was obviously very close to him, and when he saw a person who was pushed and shoved but remained motionless, he didn't dare to approach him a step, and he didn't even dare to look at the bed.I'm afraid that the person who was flushed and bloody with him last night will turn into a cold, stiff corpse.

On the day of Zhang Xinhua's death, Zhang Bin was not in the dormitory. Liu Zhengyang also knew this, but he hypocritically kept silent; If someone was forced to death by them, the two of them also had a share, and he was not alone.

Lin Quan selectively forgot his aggressive appearance.

He didn't go back to the dormitory and didn't pay attention to what happened in the morning, but even if he didn't want to inquire, the students whispering to and fro in the dormitory building had already found out from the counselor that Zhang Bin was out of danger.Even so, it didn't make him feel at ease even a hair.

The phone screen flickered on and off repeatedly, and Lu Yifei made several calls, but he didn't answer any of them, and he didn't dare to call them off.

Still thinking that when everything subsides, he can stand up and say that I didn't receive it in a place with poor signal. Even if it is true that Zhang Bin's matter is to be blamed on him, it doesn't seem like he is guilty.

But one phone call after another, when the sound was silent, it was like layers of haze superimposed on his lung lobes, breathing became heavier each time, and finally with a slap, Lin Quan threw the phone on the tile in the bathroom. The tiles quickly cracked into pieces and hung on the wall like a spider web.

Police station.

Yan Changhai pulled his hair, a little bit battered.In the past few days, the institute has been scrutinizing in vain. To be honest, the results of this kind of thankless wide-spread search are really not enough.He set up a fishing net that covered the entire sea surface, but he didn't know if the murderer, a slippery fish, would bump into it by himself.

"Hello, this is Minghai Changting Subdistrict Police Station. You said... ok, I've made a note here, and we will send someone over."

Yan Changhai ran towards Xiao He excitedly after seeing Xiao He answered a phone call, "Brother Yan, the suspect who killed Zhang Xinhua has surfaced."

"It can't be a student of Minghai University."

"How do you know!" Xiao He had an expression of "Brother, you are amazing", "A student reported that they heard a dormitory quarrel at night, and one student identified the other as the murderer, and the accused attempted suicide."

Yan Changhai didn't know what to do, could things really be that simple?

"Is Officer Wu back?"

Xiao He tilted his head and thought about Officer Wu's itinerary, and replied, "Not yet. A person involved in Zhang Xinhua's case returned from studying abroad two days ago. Officer Wu should bring someone to question him in the afternoon."

The social relationship of the first victim is too complicated. Almost everyone who has been blackmailed or threatened may commit a crime with the intention of killing. If the police want to search for suspects, they have to focus on the teacher at the end of the semester. The content of the entire book is circled in red, and the scope is meaningless.But Zhang Xinhua is different. His social relationship is relatively simple. He is still a native of the city, and his family relationship is relatively harmonious. During his lifetime, the students and colleagues in the school had the most contact with him.

It is completely understandable for Police Officer Wu to focus on Zhang Xinhua's social relations.

Yan Changhai nodded, "Give me the specific address, and I'll check it out too."

Xiao He's eyes widened in surprise: "Officer Yan, why don't you go with us to Minghai University to find out what the students reported?"

Yan Changhai waved his hand: "Go ahead, take notes carefully and come back."

When he arrived at Wu Yongyong's side, Yan Changhai found that the progress was not as he thought.

The accompanying policemen were all dressed in casual clothes. It is said that they were strongly requested by the interrogator. The meeting place was at the man's home, a mid-to-high-end residential area in the city.

At this time, the owner of the house was sitting leisurely with his legs crossed on the leather sofa facing the entrance, and several plain clothes sat opposite him.When Yan Changhai got closer, he realized that Wu Yongyong's face looked a little angry and aggrieved.

A policeman standing in the distance pulled Yan Changhai over and explained the current situation.In fact, it is obvious that the police did not get any new clues, and they were even ridiculed by the man who seemed to cooperate.

"I've said it many times. I don't know what the serial murder case is, and I don't have the clues you want. I just came back from abroad alone, so I can't doubt it."

This man really has a skin that can make girls fall in love. He is wearing a luxury suit, his hairstyle is conspicuously well-groomed, and he has a chic demeanor all over his body. It's no wonder girls are jealous of him.

"Zhang Xinhua offended many people during his lifetime, as far as we know something happened between you and her."

Dong Yu's expression didn't change, "No, what kind of grievances can I have with Mr. Zhang. We don't have much contact."

Wu Yong suppressed his temper: "As far as I know, you had a relationship with her niece Zhang Weiwei."

"You have seen it too," Dong Yu spread his hands to signal them to look casually, "I live alone, isn't it normal to break up when we talk about relationship matters, Zhang Weiwei and I haven't been in touch for a long time."

The relationship with Zhang Xinhua is really clean.

If it weren't for Officer Wu and the others, they would have known about Dong Yu's ex-girlfriend jumping off a building and Zhang Xinhua giving him a place to study abroad, and they were almost deceived by him.Even though he wanted to refute him, he knew very well that they didn't have any evidence in their hands.

"Excuse me for interrupting, can I borrow the toilet?" Yan Changhai clutched his stomach, looking uncomfortable.

Dong Yu raised his hand and pointed him to the toilet.

Yan Changhai listened to the louder and louder coming and going in the living room, and carefully looked at the furnishings of the toilet.

Dong Yu's residence is simple and clean, with dark gray and white furniture in a frigid style, and a few impressionist paintings on the walls as decorations.Even the toilet is clean, as if it has just been cleaned.There are only razors and a few men's skin care products on the sink. There are no traces of female occupants in each space, and it really looks like living alone.

He opened a drawer and found a packet of feminine supplies amidst a pile of shaving lotion, setting spray, and skin care products.It seems that Dong Yu's words are not completely flawless.

Yan Changhai pressed the flush button and walked out.In the living room, Police Officer Wu had already provoked him with the grievances between Dong Yu and Zhao and Zhang that the student had passed on before, but Dong Yu still remained stubborn.

"There is still a human life in your relationship, is it okay?"

"My ex-girlfriend couldn't think about it for a while and made an extreme choice. Although I feel guilty, you won't use this to drag me to jail. I'm not married yet, and my emotional life should be free. I don't know how I touched your feelings. Nervous," Dong Yu continued mocking coldly, "Instead of wasting time on me, it's better to investigate the case carefully, don't be called a wine bag, and another wave of people will die by then."

"you!"

The little police officer who couldn't hold back replied, "Looking at you like this, you really don't deserve that girl who jumped off the building for you, scumbag, why didn't you die."

"Shut up," Wu Yong glared at him, mouthed that he would teach you a lesson when he went back, and immediately bid farewell.

Yan Changhai saw that Dong Yu's expression cracked for a moment, and Fuzhi said in his heart, "I don't know if Officer Wu told you just now that the two murder cases have something in common."

Unhurriedly aroused the other party's curiosity.

"It's 'evil'. The murderer of the serial murder case seems to only pick out people who have done bad things. Since Zhang Xinhua, who never had blood on his hands, is dead, there is no reason to believe that you and Zhang Weiwei will be safe. "

Dong Yu, whose expression had just softened, could see that Erlang's legs, which were placed randomly, were a little stiff.Yan Changhai turned around, pulled Officer Wu who was staring at what he was going to say, and hurried away.

Back in the police car, Officer Wu gave a training to the person who just talked nonsense, and the little police officer was so wronged that he listened obediently with his ears open.He might as well act as the driver, Wu Yong just said a few words, that's all.

Then he turned around and looked at Yan Changhai in the back seat, "Xiao Yan, what do you mean today? Why did the murderer only kill the wicked?"

Yan Changhai explained the previous analysis with Lu Yifei. Although Wu Yong felt that it was a direction of thinking after listening, he still felt that it was not rigorous enough.

"Is it true that Roselle and Zhang Xinhua have nothing to do with each other? What is the murderer's motive for killing people? Is it hatred or justice?"

There was only a moment of silence in the car.This doubt that lingers in everyone's hearts becomes more and more mysterious as time goes by.

Wu courageously lit a cigarette, opened the window, and soon the choking smoke and the newly turned on heater all escaped from the window.

They all knew in their hearts that only when the next victim appeared would they be able to prove whether the guess was correct, but as a person, they didn't want the next victim to appear in their hearts.

"An accident happened at school again." Yan Changhai briefly described what happened this morning to the people in the car.

"You pay more attention to the school, what do you think?"

"We checked all the people around Roselle before, and we didn't find that he had anything to do with Zhang Bin. As we proved before, the same person committed the two crimes, so he should have no choice but to kill Roselle. The reason is right."

"What if he killed out of justice, as you say?"

"Then there is no need for him to commit suicide. Will a person who thinks he is 'absolute justice' commit suicide out of guilt and remorse? I think the answer is no."

After Yan Changhai finished speaking, Officer Wu slammed the car door a few times with a cigarette in his hand, "I have a plan."