Although it is not certain who the murderer must be, at least Nuo Yan can be excluded now. Anyone may be the murderer, but Nuo Yan will definitely not be!
Ling Moqi walked out of the detention room No. 17, holding the confession written by Nuo Yan in her hand. Although she only looked at the red paper that Ji Ningping kept, the handwriting on it was like Nuo Yan.
You can tell at a glance that the handwriting was written by two people.
The reason why she still took this confession book written by Nuo Yan was not to let Huang Yizhe know that Nuo Yan had surrendered everything, but to let him understand that Nuo Yan was not suspicious, and there was something else that was suspicious about it.
people!
As he walked back, he saw Huang Yizhe sitting on the corridor not far away. His head was slightly lowered, but he could still see him frowning. It was obvious that he was worried about something.
"Yizhe," said a soft call. Ling Moqi walked over quickly, and then sat down next to Huang Yizhe, "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"It's okay," Huang Yizhe raised his head slightly, "How is it? Have you got it?"
"Well, you see, this is the confession written by Nuo Yan." Ling Mo nodded seven times, and then handed the confession to Huang Yizhe.
Huang Yizhe quickly took the confession book. He was different from Ling Moqi. Ling Moqi was looking at handwriting, but he was focusing on the content.
The content of this confession book is complicated and complicated, and simple. In short, Nuo Yan admitted everything. Although her words were very illogical, she did admit it all.
Huang Yizhe couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. Although he didn't laugh out loud, he felt relieved in his heart. Since Nuo Yan really admitted everything, it doesn't matter whether Yuze is the murderer or not, because someone is already very obedient.
I confessed my guilt, and it doesn't matter whether I am the real murderer.
Now he just wants to protect his nephew Yuze! He doesn't want to care about anything else.
"Yizhe, what do you think after reading it?" Ling Moqi frowned slightly. She was still asking questions about the confession book and the handwriting on the red paper.
But Huang Yizhe was still paying attention to the content above, "Very good, great!"
"What? Yizhe, what are you talking about?" Ling Moqi looked at Huang Yizhe with some confusion.
"Nuoyan has admitted all of them. The three murders that happened before Sacred Heart High School can be solved without any confrontation." Huang Yizhe smiled with satisfaction, "By the way, you said, this happened in Guanyi Park.
Could it be that she did it?"
"Yizhe, you are wrong. The murderer is not Nuo Yan, the murderer is just another person!" Ling Mo snatched the confession book from Huang Yizhe's hand and opened the wooden box he placed on the corridor.
He took out the red paper and placed it in front of Huang Yizhe one by one, "Yizhe, look, this is the handwriting of two people, they are completely different!"
"Xiao Qi, you are too naive." Huang Yizhe snorted: "The scene of the murder can be disguised as a suicide scene, and of course the handwriting can be forged!"
Ling Moqi still insisted, "No, Nuoyan can't play pen fairy at all. She can't even hold a pen, so how could the murderer be her!"
"Are you sure she is not acting?" Huang Yizhe raised his eyebrows.
"I can tell the truth clearly!" Ling Moqi put the confession book and the red paper into the wooden box, then held Huang Yizhe's hand tightly and whispered in his ear: "Yizhe, why do you have to?
Let Nuoyan be blamed for this? What are you covering up? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of Yuze..."
"No, I..." Huang Yizhe wanted to pull his hand away from Ling Moqi's palm, but he met her seemingly questioning eyes and could only be tied up obediently.