"I mean, is he mentally abnormal?" Wen Xin didn't mean to joke at all.
I thought for a moment and replied: "I haven't heard of it. He went to work during the day on the day of the accident. I met him at the door of the cafeteria at noon and said hello. It's quite normal."
"If you are not stupid, why would you go to see a dead person?" Wen Xin murmured.
When I first got this record, Crazy Brother also raised this issue. At that time, I was still wondering whether the chat record could be forged by others, but the time didn't match up, so I said: "There is a situation related to the death of a deceased soul.
Confusion is quite similar."
"You mean hypnosis?" Wen Xin immediately thought of it.
I nodded.
"No." Wen Xin answered firmly.
"Why?" Now I was confused.
"Yao Yuan had trauma on the back of his head. He should have been unconscious after being hit hard. This means that Yao Yuan would not cooperate with the murderer to complete this weird car accident. If Yao Yuan was hypnotized and followed the murderer's instructions, why would the murderer do this again?
If Zeng Zhengyi had not been poor at work, the police would have discovered this flaw long ago, and they would not have been confused by the so-called 'revenge of the dead'."
Wen Xin's analysis is not unreasonable. As a result, Yao Yuan's visit to the dead person still cannot be explained.
Looking at Wen Xin's frown, I pretended to say casually: "Could it be that Ouyang Fei is not dead at all? Yao Yuan knew the inside story. He even came to replace Ouyang Fei with a civet cat and helped Ouyang Fei get away.
It makes sense if he goes to see Ouyang Fei."
"You don't have a fever, do you?" Wen Xin rolled her eyes at me, but still couldn't help laughing: "I think you've watched too many costume dramas, and you're on death row, you can't figure it out!"
"Hey, I'm just thinking divergently. I don't have a clue anyway. It would be nice to make you laugh..."
Wen Xin ignored me and continued to stare at the chat history. After a while, she said: "These messages were sent at nine-fifty. Someone saw Yao Yuan at the gas station at ten o'clock."
I answered: "Yes."
"Although Yao Yuan was sober at the time, no one can prove that these messages were sent by him himself."
"Theoretically, this is true, but WeChat cannot be accessed by other people's mobile phones." I retorted.
"What if someone else used Yao Yuan's cell phone to send the message?" Wen Xin asked again.
"That's not right. Yao Yuan and Ouyang Fei chatted for a long time after that. Yao Yuan could easily read the previous messages."
"Where's your cell phone? Take it out." Wen Xin's expression was filled with joy.
At this time, I vaguely understood her thoughts, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Yuan Chen." Wen Xin immediately sent this message, and I replied: "Wen Xin."
"You look like a big bear." Wen Xin's message made me speechless, and I was not to be outdone: "You are the one."
Wen Xin sent again: "Please treat me to a big dinner later."
I just thought she sent it casually and replied without thinking: "Okay."
"Come and see." Wen Xin raised her head and called me.
I walked over and saw that she had deleted the "You look like a bear" she had sent and the "You are the one" I had replied to. The remaining four sentences could still be connected, and there were no traces of deletion.
My records here are not affected.
I blurted out: "Someone got into Yao Yuan's car on the way and lent him his mobile phone!"
Wen Xin's speculation made me uneasy, because it once again pointed the finger of suspicion at the crime committed by an acquaintance.
Not only that, Wen Xin immediately asked a question that made me even more frightened: "I remember you said that the night of the accident, Crazy Brother and Shengun both came back around 10:20?"
"Uh..." I hesitated.
"Answer me, yes or no?" Wen Xin didn't give me any time to think.
"Yes, but..."
"That's fine, that's fine. I didn't say they were murderers, so why are you so anxious?" Wen Xin glared at me, and I shut up, feeling very uncomfortable in my heart, and sat down on the magic stick's chair.
Seeing that my mood was really affected, Wen Xin put down the materials, looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, I rarely consider other people's feelings when I do things."
I wasn't angry with her, but she came to apologize, so I quickly said: "It's not your fault, it's just that I still don't want to doubt the two of them, but you're right, as a criminal police officer, you really shouldn't be influenced by emotions.
Influence."
"As long as you understand, you can rest for a while and I'll think about it again." Wen Xin said with a smile.
"No, I'll analyze it with you, no problem." I breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had made a lot of determination.
"Okay!" Wen Xin was very happy to hear what I said.
Later, Wen Xin once again confirmed to me the time that several members of our group came back that night. Cheng Yong came back close to ten o'clock, and Crazy Brother and Shengun came back around ten twenty o'clock.
"It takes twenty minutes to drive from the gas station to the Interpol Team. The time when those messages were sent was 9:50. It is assumed that the people who sent the messages were Crazy Brother and Shen Guan. They got off the car after sending the messages and rushed back to the Interpol Team.
Team, there is more than enough time. Assuming that the person who sent the message is Cheng Yong, time seems to be a bit short..." Wen Xin analyzed and said.
When she said that, the road map from the gas station to the criminal police team flashed in my mind. I took out a notebook from the magic stick drawer, drew on it with a pen, and said: "Come and see, as long as
At 9:50, Yao Yuan's car was located at the midway point between the gas station and the criminal police team. Cheng Yong got off the car and took ten minutes to rush back to the team. It was also feasible for Yao Yuan to take ten minutes to get to the gas station."
"Well, judging from the time, all three of them are possible. Cheng Yong said he would watch a movie with his girlfriend, and Crazy Brother said he would go to the hospital to see patients. Where is the magic stick? What did he do?" Wen Xin asked immediately.
I shook my head and said I didn't know, but he didn't mention it when he came back.
"Ignore the ones that haven't been mentioned, and the ones that have been mentioned may not necessarily have no problems. Can you find a way to verify what Cheng Yong and Crazy Brother said first?"
This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle, because that time is inherently sensitive, and if you are not careful, it will arouse the other party's suspicion and affect the relationship between colleagues.
I thought about it for a while and decided to start with Cheng Yong. Firstly, it was easier to get started by asking about watching movies. Secondly, my relationship with Cheng Yong was not close to begin with. In order to handle the case, I didn’t care what he would think of me.
Third, and most importantly, according to our speculation, between Cheng Yong and Crazy Brother, who also had time to go to Yao Yuan's car to help him send WeChat messages, Cheng Yong is obviously more suspicious. I think this is not because of emotional factors, but because of
Because Cheng Yong's erratic whereabouts in the past few days have indeed greatly increased the possibility that he will commit crimes in the following cases.
Thinking about it, I called Cheng Yong. After a few polite words, I asked: "Brother Yong, I was on duty a few days ago. What movie did you and your girlfriend watch? What time was it... That's it, I'm here
I've been so busy for two days that I feel like my brain is running out of energy. I just don't have any clues to look for tonight, so I'm going to watch a movie to relax... Okay, okay, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, I said to Wen Xin: "Wanda Cinema, "If Hate Has God's Will", after 9:30, he sent his girlfriend home first, and then returned to the queue.
"What was his tone like when he answered?" Wen Xin asked, taking out her mobile phone. I guessed she was checking whether the movie was being released these days.
"It's natural, nothing abnormal." I said truthfully.