Regardless of whether he is honest or vicious, it cannot change the fact that he is about to go to jail.
And I am spending more words here just to make the case report more beautiful.
Qu Mingcong withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "After you sent He Xiaohui off that night, you were determined to kill Tong Yuan. You knew that after the umbrella handle was partially pulled out, there was a knife inside, which could be used as a murder weapon, but compared with regular knives,
The umbrella handle looks more like a toy when pulled out, and it has no edge. You are not sure whether this will affect your murder plan, so you need a test subject to help you try the knife."
Wu Cheng looked at him quietly, his eyes dark.
Qu Mingcong said: "But what are you using for the test? You are in an empty parking lot, with only cars around you except for the cement wall. You want to try whether an unedged knife can cut the skin, but if you are left
Skin tissue, doesn’t it automatically confess? Leather seats in the car are a suitable substitute, but if they leave cut marks, it will be easily noticed. You have almost no personal belongings in the car. They are all Tong Yuan or others.
No matter which one of your colleagues' belongings has problems, it will bring you trouble. Then you saw the cookies He Xiaohui gave you..."
Wu Cheng's lips pursed into a straight line, and his whole body remained motionless, as if he had solidified into a sculpture.
"The biscuits have a certain hardness, and coupled with the wrapping paper outside, the wrapping bag increases the toughness, which is very suitable for testing the sharpness of the knife." Qu Mingcong looked at him and said lightly, "The most important thing is that you hate that bag very much.
Biscuit, the moment you stab the knife into the biscuit bag, you kill the disgust in your heart."
Wu Cheng slowly opened his mouth. At this moment, he seemed to want to say something, but then he hesitated...
He closed his mouth, lowered his head again, and refused to communicate with Qu Mingcong.
Although he remained silent, everyone clearly felt that compared to the layers of protection and resistance at the beginning, his silence at this moment was more of a kind of giving up.
Give up defending yourself.
Qu Mingcong sighed softly and asked him: "Wu Cheng, why on earth? You say He Xiaohui is your friend, but at the same time you hate her so much."
The police officer beside him had given up hope and said to Qu Mingcong: "Otherwise, this man will not shed tears until he sees the coffin, and he will not confess his guilt no matter how much he asks."
Qu Mingcong looked at the man opposite him with a deep gaze. After a long time, he nodded and stopped asking.
No matter what Wu Cheng's thoughts are, this matter is a foregone conclusion and he will pay the price for the crime he committed.
Two police officers came in from outside, unlocked Wu Cheng's handcuffs, and took him out of the interrogation room.
The sound of hurried running could be heard in the corridor.
He Xiaohui chased her out of the monitoring room. She ignored the strange looks around her and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! Wu Cheng! Wait a minute!!!"
Sun Bingxin, Zou Kai, Wang Wei and others also walked out of the monitoring room one after another, following her.
The police officer responsible for escorting Wucheng stopped when he saw that the leader had no intention of stopping him.
Panting, He Xiaohui stopped two or three meters away from Wu Cheng and did not dare to step forward any further.
She heard clearly in the monitoring room and knew that Wu Cheng had killed someone. She would never dare to approach such a murderer, but there were some words that would make her even more painful if she didn't ask.
"Why..." She held her knees and gasped, and asked Wu Cheng loudly, "Why do you want to kill Tong Yuan? Why do you want to harm me?! Why!!!"
Wu Cheng's dull face became vivid at this moment, but the expression he showed could not be said to be joy or emotion, nor did it look like love or hatred. It was a very strange expression, just like... what he saw in front of him
He Xiaohui is a TV, and his favorite program is playing on the TV, so it attracts all his attention.
Wu Cheng looked at He Xiaohui's anger. After looking at it for a while, he replied: "Because you rejected me."
"What...what?" He Xiaohui opened her eyes wide, "What are you talking about...I, I rejected you, yes, but I'm not the only one who rejected you! Before I met you, you were already rejected.
I don’t know how many times I’ve been rejected by people! Not long ago, you just failed on a blind date. How could you get angry at me because I rejected you?! You want to harm me!!!”
In her anger, He Xiaohui forgot her fear of the murderer. She couldn't help but take a few steps closer and count his crimes: "You killed someone! You also sent the murder weapon to me to make the police suspect me! What did you do?
So vicious?!...You, do you only bully the weak and fear the strong?! You bastard! Other women belittle you and look down on you, but I comfort you! Encourage you! I treat you as a friend and give you cookies made by myself!
Is this how you repay me?! Wu Cheng, you are so cruel!"
Wu Cheng had been staring at He Xiaohui intently, as if watching a comedy show. When he heard her mention the biscuits, he slightly opened his mouth and smiled.
He was a man of few words, and even his expressions were pitiful. He suddenly smiled like this, even if the smile was very shallow, it made He Xiaohui feel panicked and stood there in a daze.
"Xiaohui, I'm not a fool." Wu Cheng looked at her with a smile, "You never thought of inviting me to your birthday party. You called me to take you home. It was a temporary decision, so that bag of biscuits was not prepared for me.
, maybe one of your colleagues didn't come, and there was an extra cookie. You kept shouting that you wanted to lose weight, so you couldn't eat the cookies when you took them home. Why don't you give them to me as a favor? Do you think a bag of cookies can offset the trip I sent you?
You are always so self-righteous about the fare."
"You...you..." He Xiaohui was stunned, a little unbelievable, "Just because of that bag of biscuits...you feel hurt? You...hate me?"
"Hate? No," Wu Cheng shook his head, "Xiaohui, I don't hate you."
"You don't hate me, why do you do this to me?" He Xiaohui murmured, "I thought we were friends..."
"It was true before. We were good friends who talked about everything." Wu Cheng smiled at her, "until you came to work in Xianghai and I went to pick you up at the train station. We met for the first time in real life. I thought about it later.
Every time I ask you out, you are either busy with work or busy making new friends. From then on, we are no longer friends."
He Xiaohui opened her mouth: "But I..."
"Actually, you know it very well in your heart," Wu Cheng interrupted her and whispered, "Although you always say that we are friends, you have always been worried that I will get involved with you, so you are always trying to distance yourself from me. Only when you...
When you are excluded from social circles by colleagues and friends, you will think of me and seek that rare sense of belonging here, and then you will regret contacting me."
He Xiaohui's face gradually turned pale, and she looked at Wu Cheng, speechless.
Wu Cheng was indifferent, shrugged and said: "You are just such a woman, vain, superficial, inferior, stupid, worried about gains and losses, living in self-fantasy and unwilling to accept reality, and from time to time you use me as a trash can to deal with emotional garbage, so
...I don’t hate you, I just think you are disgusting.”