Seeing the three people standing outside the door, Yang Anning was stunned for a moment and then let them into the house.
"I'm sorry, I just woke up a while ago and didn't clean up." Yang Anning wanted to invite the three of them to sit down, but there were only two chairs in the room besides the bed. He scratched his head and pushed the quilt in that he hadn't had time to fold.
Pushed, "Teacher, why don't you sit on the bed."
Chen Yuankai raised his lips slightly: "No, I'll go out to smoke, and you guys can chat slowly."
Yang Anning sent him out and wiped his hands on his pants awkwardly: "Captain Lu, you..."
Lu Wuchuan pointed to the camp bed: "Sit down."
After the three people sat down respectively, Lu Wuchuan said: "How do you feel physically?"
"Fortunately, I just didn't sleep well." Yang Anning sighed.
"Are there any other symptoms?"
"It's nothing else. I feel a little dizzy occasionally. I guess it's because I didn't sleep well."
"Relax a little, go out more often, don't keep yourself bored in the house all the time."
Yang Anning nodded: "Thank you Captain Lu for your concern. If you want to ask anything, just ask. I'm not that fragile."
Lu Wuchuan curled his lips slightly: "You are overthinking, we just came over to take a look."
"Captain Lu, you'd better ask, lest they doubt me."
"Did someone tell you something?"
"Who else should tell me? I was there both times, and I was the first to find out..." Yang Anning showed a wry smile, "I would say Zhou Zheng is better, but about Brother Zhao... the way they looked at me was the same as before.
It’s different.”
"Are you talking about the people who came here with Professor Qi?"
Qi Xiangzhou brought a total of four people here, all of whom were from the Provincial Institute of Archeology. Zhao Peng was one of them. The other three people would inevitably have speculations about his sudden death.
Yang Anning raked his hair with some annoyance: "Brother Zhao and I have no grievances, so why harm him? He died in his own sleep, what does it have to do with me? And Zhou Zheng, the day he died I
It’s not even on the mountain.”
"Whether it's true or not, you have to pay attention to the evidence. It doesn't matter who says what."
"That's right, don't the police always pay attention to the motive when investigating cases? I'm not the one with the motive!"
The corners of Lu Wuchuan's eyes raised slightly, and he looked at him for a while before slowly speaking: "If you know any clues, just tell them without any worries."
Yang Anning seemed surprised by his words. She moved her lips a few times and said, "Brother Zhao accidentally said that day that he always felt tired recently and wanted to sleep. I squinted for a while at night and let him go before eleven o'clock.
Went to bed. At 12:30, he got up and went to the toilet. He was a little wobbly when walking. I thought he was sleepy and didn't pay attention. Who would have thought that he would not come out after entering the tent again. Now that I think about it, that's not the case.
If you're sleepy, you might be sick and not feeling well, isn't it said that many young people die suddenly in their sleep?"
"I heard these words from my colleagues." Yan Yishuai and others had already learned about the situation before Zhao Peng's death yesterday and told Lu Wuchuan in detail.
Yang Anning thought for a while and said: "When I went to call Brother Zhao in the morning, on the one hand I was scared, and on the other hand it was because I didn't have a good rest, so I fainted. It was not because of a guilty conscience or other reasons."
"Is there anything else?" He had already said this.
"I really don't know anything else."
Duan Mo and Lu Wuchuan looked at each other and asked, "Do you major in history as an undergraduate?"
Seeing Yang Anning nod, she asked again: "Do you know Li Yitong?"
Yang Anning's brows furrowed slightly: "You know her, my next classmate, why are you asking her?"
Duanmo said directly: "I heard that she is Zhou Zheng's girlfriend. I want to know what kind of person she is."
"She is our department flower. She is beautiful, has a good personality, and is very loving."
"Tie Hua, then there must be a lot of people chasing her, right?"
"Well, there are quite a few boys who like her."
"Zhou Zhengyang is handsome and handsome. He has good personal and family conditions. Are there many girls chasing him?" Duan Mo's tone was like that of a curious little girl.
"Probably." Yang Anning answered reluctantly.
Duan Mo only paid attention to observing him, and did not notice that Lu Wuchuan's face suddenly darkened. He continued to ask: "How long has she been with Zhou Zheng?"
"It's been almost three years."
"It's been a long time. Both of us are so popular. It's rare to be together for such a long time."
"Yitong is a girl who loves herself very much. There are many people chasing her, but she never gets entangled with others."
These words made it impossible not to think about it, not to mention that I had heard Fang Nuo talk about Zhou Zheng and Wu Mengyao before, so Duan Mo asked: "Is there someone with whom Zhou Zheng has a tangle?"
Yang Anning looked suffocated and said vaguely: "I'm not very familiar with him, so I don't know."
After he finished speaking, he added: "Perhaps Wu Mengyao will know more. She has known Zhou Zheng for a long time."
Obviously he didn't want to say anything more on this topic. Lu Wuchuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "We have other things to do, so we won't disturb your rest. If you think of anything, you can always contact anyone from the special case team."
After coming out of Yang Anning's house, Duan Mo said she wanted to go find Fang Nuo, but Lu Wuchuan stopped her: "Come with me for a walk."
In the afternoon of spring, the quiet mountain forest is coated with a layer of warm color by the sunshine. The blue sky, the long white clouds, and the green trees that have just sprouted green buds form a beautiful picture, and the depressed mood also relaxes.
After walking more than ten meters, Lu Wuchuan slowed down and glanced sideways at the thoughtful little girl half a step behind him: "What are you thinking about?"
"Lijun Lu, do you think Zhou Zheng is a scumbag?" Duan Mo took a quick step forward and walked side by side with him.
"Why do you say that?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
Duan Mo roughly recounted the conversation between her and Wu Mengyao, and finally said: "She has been trying to trick me and wants to know what we found in Zhou Zheng's room. This means that... that one is probably hers."
How can you be such a scumbag if you have a girlfriend and still get involved with someone else?"
Lu Wuchuan smiled lightly: "I don't know whose it is yet, why are you so excited?"
When he said this, Duan Mo suddenly thought of a question and grabbed his cuffs anxiously: "If there is no DNA sample of Wu Mengyao, how can Brother Bao and the others test it?"
Feeling the soft touch on his wrist, Lu Wuchuan stopped and raised the corners of his lips with a nice curve: "Baozi has made preparations quietly a long time ago. Everyone in the archaeological team has samples."
Duan Mo felt relieved and then realized that he was still holding on to his sleeve. He instantly let go of his hand and put it behind his back: "I'm sorry, Captain Lu, I didn't mean it."
Lu Wuchuan raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair: "It doesn't matter if you do it on purpose."