He Xiaohui never thought that one day she would enter the police station.
As soon as she woke up, two criminal police officers came to her home, asking her to cooperate with the investigation, and then took her to the police station.
She originally thought that Wu Cheng mentioned her when taking the confession, so she didn't worry too much, but when she sat in the interrogation room and the police opposite asked questions one after another, she began to feel that something was wrong...
He Xiaohui couldn't remember how many times she was asked where she was that night. Her temples were twitching, and her body temperature, which had been suppressed by antipyretics, was beginning to rise again.
"...Didn't I just say that? That night I celebrated my birthday and sang at a KTV with my colleagues. Because I missed the last train, I called Wu Cheng and asked him to help take me home. After that, I went home! I
How to prove it? How can you prove it if you are sleeping alone at home? Why don’t you believe it?”
He Xiaohui held her head, which was gradually becoming drowsy. Her throat was burning, and she couldn't help but lower her head and cough.
A policewoman poured her a glass of water, but she didn't want to drink it at all. She forced herself to say, "When can I go back? I've already said everything I need to say. What else do you want to ask?"
The two police officers responsible for questioning looked at each other and neither gave an answer.
He Xiaohui coughed again, and her voice was dry and hoarse.
The policewoman sitting across from her softened her tone and said, "Think carefully about whether there are any other clues about that night. Now you are highly suspected. I hope you understand that the clearer the explanation, the better for you."
, since you insist that you have been sleeping at home and never left the house, do you think it is possible for Wu Cheng to kill someone?"
"It's impossible, he is so honest and kind to a person..." He Xiaohui held her head, exhausted, "He didn't dare to speak when he was bullied in the company. He is honest and honest, and has never blushed with anyone. How could he kill someone?
Besides, he and Tong Yuan have no grudges..."
"Do you know him well?" the policewoman asked.
He Xiaohui nodded weakly, "We have known each other for a long time and worked in the same company. I know very well what kind of person he is."
"You said you are friends, how close are you?" the policewoman asked again.
He Xiaohui sighed, "Let's talk about anything."
"We have such a good relationship, why wasn't he invited to the birthday party?" the policewoman continued to ask.
He Xiaohui's head hurt even more, and her temples felt like someone was beating a drum. She explained: "Because he has a somewhat withdrawn personality, I only invited colleagues from the new company. Even if he came, he wouldn't have a lot of fun, so I didn't invite him."
.”
"As a good friend who talks about everything, did he give you any gift for your birthday?"
"No……"
"Why not?"
"I...I didn't tell him, he didn't know my birthday."
The policewoman asked in a tight voice: "Since we are friends, why don't we know your birthday? Did I not send you a gift, or did I already give it to you, but in a special way?"
He Xiaohui had a splitting headache, "What are you talking about...what special method? I don't understand what you mean."
"You were the one who wrote the letter to Tong Yuan, right?" the policewoman asked with a cold expression, "Maybe you have abnormal feelings for Tong Yuan, and Wu Cheng, as your friend, happens to be driving for Tong Yuan.
Keep track of Tong Yuan's whereabouts at all times. In order to help you realize your dream, Wu Cheng tipped you off on the night of the incident. The two of you completed the murder of Tong Yuan in the underground parking lot together - this is what he gave you.
Birthday gift.”
Normally, He Xiaohui would have jumped up in shock, but now she had a fever, and her vision was getting dark, and she could only speak weakly, "You... this is simply an unfounded accusation... I admit it,
I did have a crush on Tong Yuan for a while... However, I have already lost my fandom a long time ago. I don't like him at all. Otherwise, otherwise I would not resign... You haven't investigated clearly, you are all talking nonsense..."
Seeing this, the policewoman felt helpless and turned to look at the surveillance camera on the wall - Sun Bingxin was watching all this in the surveillance room.
"Forget it, let her go back first," Sun Bingxin said to the police officer in the interrogation room through the headset. "Looking at her like this, nothing can be asked. We will call her over for questioning after she recovers. And that
Call the driver Wu Cheng, and the two of them will be questioned separately at that time."
The policewoman nodded slightly, stood up and helped He Xiaohui up and sent him out.
On the other side, Sun Bingxin sighed deeply.
Occasionally, some accusations will be deliberately made against suspects during interrogations. Criminals with poor psychological quality usually explode immediately. If the crime is committed by a gang, there will be conflicts with each other. But just now, He Xiaohui acted too innocent. Not only was she innocent, but she also acted for
Wu Cheng defended himself, emphasizing that Wu Cheng was an honest man.
This is not in line with the behavioral and psychological characteristics of criminals. If He Xiaohui is really the murderer, he would rather the police suspect Wu Cheng than actively defend Wu Cheng.
Although the two have a deep friendship, they don't look alike.
If you don't even know your birthday, what kind of friend are you?
Sun Bingxin thought for a moment, called the police officer who had just interrogated, and explained: "Let's dig deeper into the relationship between He Xiaohui and Wu Cheng and find out how they met, how long they knew each other, and what their respective
Also check your social circle.”
After handing over the task, Sun Bingxin returned to the office, thought for a long time alone, and dialed Qu Mingcong's phone again.
Qu Mingcong at the other end was packing things in the house rented by Zou Kai.
"Uncle Sun, is there something wrong?"
"He Xiaohui..." Sun Bingxin asked him carefully, "Do you think she might be the murderer of Tong Yuan?"
Qu Mingcong was slightly startled, and the movement of his hand stopped, "I went to her house and had a brief chat with her. She seemed very normal and didn't look like she was planning a murder. Uncle Sun, why did you suddenly ask like this?
"
Sun Bingxin replied: "Xiao Qu, I have handled many cases. Although I always say that in this business, evidence must speak for itself, but in fact, more often I tend to rely on intuition. I just watched He Xiaohui's interrogation process, just like you said
Yes, she is normal and does not have the characteristics of a murderer, but..."
Sun Bingxin sighed softly, "However, almost all the clues we have so far point to her."
"You mean...the chocolate on the wound?" Qu Mingcong asked cautiously.
"Not only the chocolate, but also her time and location that night are all suspicious." Sun Bingxin said, "The person who died was a celebrity. Now we are facing a lot of pressure from public opinion, and the louder the public opinion, the more worried I am that this voice will
Cover up the clues we ignored. In this case, there is a person who looks more suspicious than anyone else, but he is also the one who looks the most innocent."
Qu Mingcong spoke slowly: "...that driver?"
"Yes." Sun Bingxin sighed again, "It's just him. I can't find a reason to kill him."
