Wu Cheng still refused to admit it, "I went back to the hospital after sending Xiaohui off. Tong Yuan called me and asked me to wait for him in the parking lot. I thought he meant the underground floor, so I didn't think much about it, so I kept waiting on the underground floor.
He waited too long and I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, I couldn't get through to his cell phone... Maybe the murderer stole the umbrella from my car and returned to the car after killing the person.
You want to frame me."
The police officer who took the confession admired his shamelessness, "How dare you make it up! Make up a non-existent murderer to steal the umbrella from your car? Return the umbrella after killing the person?!"
Wu Cheng lowered his head and said, "I didn't kill anyone... I didn't..."
He looked like a downtrodden loser, and it was hard to imagine that he was actually a cold-blooded murderer.
If the evidence hadn't been conclusive, Qu Mingcong might have been deceived by him, but his current attitude of refusing to admit guilt is really a headache.
The phone vibrated against my chest and buzzed.
Qu Mingcong thanked her for her thoughtfulness and not letting him die.
Turning the phone over to look at the screen, there was a line written on the memo: [Ask him about He Xiaohui!!!]
Qu Mingcong: “…………”
Three powerful exclamation points.
He thought for a while and tried to find a topic that could cut into the topic: "Wu Cheng, when you went to pick up He Xiaohui on the night of the crime, how was He Xiaohui's mood?"
"...very happy." Wu Cheng replied in a low voice, "She and her colleagues went to sing in KTV for her birthday, and she even gave me a bag of cookies."
"What did you guys talk about in the car?" Qu Mingcong asked.
Wu Cheng shook his head slowly, "I don't remember... maybe, it's just some birthday talk..."
Qu Mingcong: "Did you mention Tong Yuan?"
Wu Cheng thought for a while, "...well, I mentioned it."
"What did you talk about?"
"Talking about the hot search that day, Tong Yuan suffered from depression due to being an avid illegitimate fan."
"Those letters were written by He Xiaohui. How did she react when she saw the hot search?"
"...angry," Wu Cheng paused and replied, "Xiaohui said that she hated being slandered by others, and she also said that she wanted to tell everyone the truth."
Qu Mingcong said: "It's a pity that no one believed her words, but it touched you, and you immediately realized that this was a perfect opportunity. He Xiaohui's letter was making waves on the Internet. Once Tong Yuan is killed, the sender will become the most obvious
Suspect, so you returned to the hospital and killed Tong Yuan in the parking lot on the second underground floor. However, after you actually committed the murder, you found that your situation had become suspicious. In order to escape guilt, you did not throw away the murder weapon.
, but looking for opportunities to return it to He Xiaohui..."
Wu Cheng slowly raised his head and looked at Qu Mingcong, "I didn't kill Tong Yuan."
Qu Mingcong wanted to tell him that there was no point in speaking harshly. The existence of the umbrella was enough to convict him.
At this time, the phone buzzed and vibrated again.
Qu Mingcong took a look and saw that Qiao Yueying left a new message on the memo: [Ask him what the flavor of that bag of biscuits is!]
Qu Mingcong couldn't help but criticize her for being either hungry for milk tea or biscuits every day.
After thinking about it again, I felt something was wrong. Qiao Yueying might have some deep meaning in asking him to ask this question.
He was thoughtful and his eyes fell on Wu Cheng opposite him again. Looking at this fat and honest face, he thought for a while and asked: "You have always denied that you killed someone, but that day you knew that Tong Yuan was in the hospital.
There are only you and He Xiaohui, could it be that He Xiaohui killed him?"
Wu Cheng remained silent.
Qu Mingcong smiled lightly and said, "He Xiaohui still remembered to give you cookies on her birthday, but you just wanted her to go to jail. You really treat her as a friend."
Wu Cheng replied in a low voice: "I did not kill anyone, nor did I want to harm her. We are friends."
Qu Mingcong followed his words and said: "Yes, you are friends, otherwise you would not have picked her up in the middle of the night. Although you did not prepare a birthday gift, it is enough to have this intention. Are the cookies He Xiaohui gave you delicious?
?”
Wu Cheng was silent for a moment and replied: "She just started learning baking and is very talented."
"You mean it tastes good?" Qu Mingcong asked.
Wu Cheng nodded and said nothing more.
After chatting for so long, Qu Mingcong finally realized that the murderer in front of him was indeed not smart as Qiao Yueying said. He himself seemed to know that he was not smart, so every time he asked questions, he was only willing to ask more questions when he thought it was safe.
Say a few words, but when he thinks it is unsafe, he will remain silent or be vague.
Now he is silent again, which means that he has not eaten the bag of biscuits at all, so he has no way of knowing how it tastes.
Qu Mingcong never expected that a bag of biscuits would become a breakthrough. He didn't know whether to praise Qiao Yueying for being smart or lament that the murderer was too weird.
It's just a bag of biscuits, but I haven't even tasted it. Could it be that Wu Cheng in front of him already hates He Xiaohui to the core?
...If you really hate her so much, why do you have to drive all the way to pick up He Xiaohui? Isn’t this contradictory?
Qu Mingcong couldn't figure this out, and his reasoning was more inclined to the fact that Wu Cheng grew out of love and hate. Therefore, if it was a mixture of love and hate, Wu Cheng had no reason not to try the biscuits made by He Xiaohui himself.
At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind! It felt like a line appeared out of thin air, connecting all the clues!
Qu Mingcong immediately understood why Qiao Yueying called this the white slanting light of wisdom. It was really appropriate!
He quietly looked at Wu Cheng in front of him, with a mocking smile on his face, and said slowly: "He Xiaohui has joined the new company for less than two months, and his birthday happens to be this month. She is a person who has developed a close relationship with her new colleagues.
It was a good opportunity, so she made a lot of cookies in advance as small gifts for her colleagues after the party. I also saw some cookie crumbs in her oven, as well as nuts, chocolate, matcha powder and other things...
Wu Cheng, what is the flavor of the biscuits you received?"
Wu Cheng lowered his head and replied vaguely: "I don't remember..."
"It's only been a few days, don't you remember?" Qu Mingcong said, "I just asked you if it tasted good, and you nodded."
"I only tasted a small piece. I thought it tasted good at the time, but now it's been a few days and I don't remember it anymore." Wu Cheng explained slowly, "I don't like eating these kinds of snacks."
"Oh?" Qu Mingcong asked, "What about the remaining cookies? Where are they?"
Wu Cheng hesitated for a while and answered briefly: "Throw it away."
"Throw it away?" Qu Mingcong was not surprised, as if he had expected it. "I only tasted a small piece, why did you throw it away? Even if you don't like to eat it, it is a gift from a friend and you can give it to others. There is no need to throw it away.
Drop it?"
Wu Cheng said nothing.
Qu Mingcong asked him: "Where did you throw it?"
Wu Cheng shook his head, "...I can't remember clearly."
Qu Mingcong smiled and said, "That's strange. I asked you what the biscuits tasted like, but you couldn't remember. I asked you where you threw the biscuits, and you couldn't remember either."
Wu Cheng pursed his lips and slowly raised his eyes to look over, "I just threw them on the roadside... It's not illegal to throw biscuits. I can throw them wherever I want."
At this moment, Qu Mingcong finally saw the evil hidden in the other party's honest eyes.
