After completing all the handover procedures, Yan Yishuai and Jiang Muyang didn't even change into their police uniforms, they just put on their coats outside and ran away impatiently.
Duanmo checked the doors, windows and computer again before going downstairs with Lu Wuchuan.
When he arrived at Lianbei New Town, he parked the car. Lu Wuchuan was not in a hurry to get out. He took out a small gift box from his bag and said, "This is for you."
There was a bright red ribbon tied on the small transparent box, and inside was a very large apple. There was a heart-shaped pattern on the bright red apple, with the word "peace" in the middle, and a small Chinese knot.
"Peace fruit!" Duanmo said in surprise.
During the growth process of the apple, the painted pattern is affixed to the fruit, and when it is ripe, it is picked off to create the effect of having its own pattern. This kind of apple has been very popular in recent years, but it is rare to see such a big one.
"Where did you get this peace fruit? It couldn't have been given by some policewoman, right?" Duanmo asked curiously. They had been together for the past two days and had no time to buy this thing. After returning to the station, he came out.
Pass the office.
"Just keep it for you, why are you asking so many questions?" Lu Wuchuan opened the car door and said, "Stop lingering and go home quickly."
Duanmo quickly got out of the car and ran a few steps to catch up with him: "Hey! I can't take what someone else gave you."
"Ahem..." Lu Wuchuan touched his nose and coughed twice. It seemed that he couldn't do anything without explaining clearly.
"That...I asked Mu Yang for it. He had several. I picked the biggest one."
Jiang Muyang is young, handsome, and kind-hearted, and has many admirers in the bureau. Although it is forbidden by law to celebrate foreign festivals, no one would take it seriously if he gave an apple in private.
"Eh? Is this a foreign festival for you?" Duanmo asked meaningfully.
"It's just an apple, I didn't tell you Merry Christmas." Lu Wuchuan shrugged, "Besides, there is no custom of giving apples at Christmas in the West. It is completely invented by the Chinese. So I didn't violate any rules.
"
Duanmo threw up the apple in his hand and caught it again, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, for the sake of this big apple, I won't report you."
When the elevator reached the fifteenth floor, Lu Wuchuan pressed the door button and told her to go back and rest early.
Duanmo stepped out with one foot, then stopped. He turned back and said, "Thank you for the peace."
Lu Wuchuan's lips raised slightly: "How are you going to thank me?"
The ceiling light of the elevator was warm white, and it shone on his face, making the smile look a little softer.
Duan Mo was dazed for a moment, and said in a strange way: "I'm going to make a sandwich tomorrow morning. Do you want to eat it?"
Lu Wuchuan's smile became even thicker: "Okay."
I said good night and went home. It wasn't until I entered the door that Duan Mo hit his head belatedly. He was actually confused by the poisonous man's smile and offered to make breakfast for him. It was really annoying. But... no.
I won’t admit it, but he looks pretty good when he smiles.
…
When they arrived at the office the next day, Yan Yishuai and Jiang Muyang were already there, and they were bickering wordlessly.
Seeing Duan Mo and Lu Wuchuan entering the door together, Yan Yishuai threw the deflated soy milk cup into the wastebasket: "Wuchuan, I met Lao Zhong when I came here this morning. He said those things were a bit troublesome and asked what are you busy with.
If you have time, go over and help."
Lu Wuchuan took off his coat, and Duanmo happened to be next to the hanger, so he took it and hung it up for him. He thanked him, turned around and asked, "Didn't you tell him that you had any other cases?"
Yan Yishuai's eyebrows raised slightly, and a smile with unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his lips: "I told him! I also told him that you just went on a business trip."
"Well, we'll talk about this later." Lu Wuchuan returned to his desk and sat down. "First, let me tell you what you think about the current case."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muyang raised his head and said, "Brother Lu, Shang Fanping said that Pu Shun'ai didn't remember that Li Shanzhen died. Is this considered selective amnesia?"
"If the situation is true, it can be counted." Lu Wuchuan said, "The so-called selective amnesia refers to the loss of a certain part of the memory. It may be certain things or certain people."
"Don't you usually get amnesia when you get into a car accident or hit your head with something? Pu Shun'ai has not been injured." Jiang Muyang asked again.
Lu Wuchuan stretched out his index finger and waved: "Being hit on the head is one type, and the other type is partial and selective amnesia caused by excessive stimulation. To be precise, it should be called psychogenic amnesia. It's just that
The probability of this happening is not high, and it will recover after a period of time. If the incident has a particularly great psychological impact on the person, they may choose to forget it forever, but most of it can be cured."
"It's both professional and easy to understand." Jiang Muyang raised his thumb, "However, I still have a question. If Pu Shun'ai really lost her memory of Li Shanzhen as Shang Fanping said, she was being raped.
Why did you commit suicide during the escort?"
"Patients with psychogenic amnesia may develop symptoms of world-weariness or mild self-mutilation," Lu Wuchuan said.
"Let me interrupt," Duanmo raised his hand, "it's not just about suicide. We found their fake IDs in the rental house. Pu Shun'ai didn't show surprise. Obviously she knew about these things.
It exists. They changed the color of the car and made fake documents. This is obviously to conceal their identity. If Pu Shun'ai really lost her memory, wouldn't she feel strange about Shang Fanping's behavior?"
"This is the key point." Lu Wuchuan nodded lightly, "The reason why the commander only showed the fake ID to Shang Fanping but did not continue to ask further questions is probably because he deliberately left this loophole until he got the answer from Pu Shun'ai.
Go and defeat Shang Fanping again. Right, Marshal?"
Yan Yishuai straightened his body, coughed twice and said: "No one knows me well. Next, I want to tell you what I think. Interrogation is a science that pays attention to tactics and skills. This case only requires
The two suspects are present and there are no other witnesses. Only the two of them know what the facts are. In this case, there is no need to rush to refute the suspect's first confession, because the more questions you raise, the more likely it will be.
He is more vigilant. Just let him speak openly and forcefully. After he explains the whole thing, you will analyze it and you will find more loopholes."
"Brother Yan, you really have a way!" Duan Mo admired sincerely.
Yan Yishuai raised his chin proudly: "Practice brings true knowledge, and it is far from enough to just rely on the theoretical knowledge in books. As for Shang Fanping's confession, it seems reasonable and well-founded, but upon closer examination, there are doubts
A lot. The first is the question raised by Mu Yang, whether Pu Shunai really has amnesia. If so, how to explain what Xiao Duan said? If not, what is the purpose of Shang Fanping saying this? "