"What else did you do that morning?" Mo Zhi stopped caring about the figure.
"No, I just went to buy a figure." The man replied.
"Heh." Mo Zhi looked at Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi understood and clicked on the eyewitness video.
"Jump quickly! Everyone is waiting!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, are you scared? Another popular internet celebrity?"
"Waste of public resources! Go to hell!"
These words, which seemed even more harsh among the noise, were all said by the man in front of me on Monday to Zhong Mingya who was about to jump off the building at the foot of the shopping mall.
"I...not, this, this thing, I..."
The man was anxious.
"Are you panicking now? What were you thinking when you were vomiting and vomiting?" Mo Zhi asked.
"Uncle policeman, I know I was wrong. I just have a bad mouth. I..."
"Look at my face, I look older than you? Call me uncle policeman?" Hearing this, he laughed unexpectedly, "Your father made me laugh so angry, haha, oh my god..."
How could the man dare to talk back now? He kept apologizing: "I really didn't mean it. I really didn't expect that she would jump off the building after I said it... If I could go back to that time, I would definitely not say that. I would definitely go there."
Save her! But I really don’t care about my business after death, and I feel very guilty now. I have been thinking about donating some money these days to repay the society and relieve my anxiety..."
"Donate, you donate now." Mu Zhi stared, not believing the man's lies.
"Well……"
"You're lying, right? You don't want to donate at all, right? How about dealing with the police uncle?" Mo Zhi looked angry.
"Donate!" The man took out his mobile phone and did some operations. When he was about to transfer money, he tentatively asked, "Do you think it would be okay to donate twenty yuan?"
Mo Cai and Zhang Yichi looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh: "Five hundred."
"Then five hundred." The man looked reluctant.
"Hey, wait, let's change the channel. The red swastika will be unreliable." Unpredictable asked him to change the channel.
After donating the money, the man finally relaxed a little: "Is this okay?"
"Don't you have a job? Where do you get the money?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"I play games as a power leveler, sell equipment, etc." The man said. Seeing that the two of them looked a little disbelieving, he even brought the laptop over to show them, "Did you see it, the White Emperor's Holy Sword, the best sword in the world...
"
"Do you have a cousin?" Zhang Yichi changed the topic when he saw the man started chatting enthusiastically about gaming equipment.
"Huh?" The man was a little confused. Didn't the uncles come to visit him because he got high when he saw someone jumping off a building on Monday? Why did he talk about his cousin? "Ah... yes, there is a cousin who is still here now.
Studying."
"Do you know which school she goes to?"
"I don't know, it seems to be XX middle school..."
It seemed that the man really didn't know very well. Zhang Yichi stared into the man's eyes and slowed down his speech: "You are not familiar with her?"
"She just entered high school this year. We don't see each other very often, and we don't have much in common. How close can cousins get to know each other?"
"Look at your phone." Zhang Yichi asked for the man's phone.
Zhong Mingya has only been in their city for a few days, and she is not well-known. If you haven't been paying attention to Zhong Mingya, you probably wouldn't know that she is here. Even if you know that you have participated in activities here, it is not easy to know that she is still here.
Stayed alone for a few more days.
If you are really following Zhong Mingya, there must be clues on your phone.
The man was now confused about the situation. He didn't know what the two men were here for, but in order to prove his innocence, he still gave the phone to Zhang Yichi.
Seeing Zhang Yichi flipping through his phone, the man felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh, why are you still blushing?" Mo Chou didn't look at his phone. It would be better to leave this kind of matter to the careful Zhang Yichi than to him.
"Ahem." The man coughed awkwardly.
Zhang Yichi turned his head upside down. He had not followed Zhong Mingya in any of the apps on his phone. There was no information about Zhong Mingya. Most of the photos in the gallery were filled with photos of y.
In the video shot by an eyewitness, the man urged Zhong Mingya upstairs to jump off the building, and he seemed to have no idea who Zhong Mingya was.
"Nothing unusual." Zhang Yichi returned the phone to the man.
Unexpectedly, his expression changed, he curled his lips and stood up: "Then let's go."
"Yeah." Zhang Yichi also felt that there was no point in staying.
"Is it over?" The man was in a state of confusion.
"What's the matter, do you still want your uncles to play with you?" Mo Xu asked.
"No, no." The man said with a smile on his face.
Zhang Yichi walked up to the man and said, "Would you feel inappropriate if you were blamed for the death of the woman who jumped off the building on Monday?"
"Her death really has nothing to do with me. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those words, but so many people have said it. You can't just catch me and hold me accountable..." The man cried in mourning.
Face.
"Yes, so many people have said it." Zhang Yichi said softly, "But if they say it, do you have to say it?"
"That's not what I meant..."
"Her death has something to do with each of you, don't think you are innocent." Zhang Yichi frowned, but seemed to be a little tired, and his tone was not strong, "If Zhong Mingya's death can be
Let you be alert and restrained, and maybe...she will get some comfort."
The man didn't know what to say.
"Be virtuous." Mo Zhi put his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezed it, "Don't let your uncles worry."
"I know I was wrong. I won't say that again. You believe me..." the man said seriously.
Zhang Yichi had seen the man change his face several times in just a few dozen seconds. He had no expectations for the man's words. He lowered his eyes and then glanced at the man: "I hope so."
Unexpectedly followed Zhang Yichi out of the door.
The moment the door closed, the man collapsed on the bed as if he was discouraged: "What the hell is this? It cost me five hundred yuan... Sooner or later you will be hit by a car and die! Just wait for retribution!"
…
"Do you think this is the murderer?" Zhang Yichi asked in the corridor.
"It's not like that." Mo Zhi shook his head.
"I don't think so either." Zhang Yichi walked out of the corridor. The sunshine outside was so different from the darkness in the corridor. He squinted his eyes and said, "Why do you think they are so malicious towards Zhong Mingya?"
Mo Zhi went to open the door: "There is no reason for malice."
"There is no reason... This is not an answer that satisfies me." Zhang Yichi got into the car, "They listened to other people's baseless slanders on the Internet and followed the trend to insult Zhong Mingya. There must be a reason."
Unpredictable turned the car key, then leaned back in his chair and said calmly: "What they need is to vent, not the truth."