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"In the beginning, why did we break up?" She asked.

"..."

"Speaking of words, you left me alone in that ghost place, did not go back to save me, and did not appear again."

"Sorry, my fault." He said.

Late at night, there was no light in this villa behind the resort hotel.

Zhen Yi squatted on the ground and touched the carpet under the door.

The words accompanying her whispered: "What are you doing?"

She finally felt it and pulled it out to show him a key.

"I told Cui Fei to do this." Zhen Yi said, "I told her that in case the police found out that this was the place of the crime, you can evade that the family of Qi did not come here very often. The key was placed under the carpet and the key was guessed. You can come in everywhere. But in fact, I have selfishness. I thought that if I could n’t find enough clues at that time, I could go back to the scene to investigate. "

The speech is silent.

In fact, at the beginning of that night, despite being tired, drunk, and shocked, Zhen Yi's subconscious mind had a clear and calm way to deal with it. If Zhen Yi had his mobile number, if he received a call from Zhen Yi that night, perhaps, the situation would be completely different now.

He hurt her.

Close the door, there is no death in the villa, there is no one, only the moonlight spilled in from the window, half bright and half dark, a little scary.

Zhen Yi carefully opened the flashlight of her mobile phone, sneaked up the second floor, walked through the corridor, and found the room where the crime happened. Pushing the door in, Ai Xiaoying's dead body has been cleaned up.

The style asked: "Apart from the absence of the body, is there any difference here from the night of the incident?"

Zhen Yi shook her head. The rest of the layout here was the same as the day of the incident.

Yange and she both speculate that Grandpa is not a murderer, but there is no evidence. This time, I just wanted to try to find it.

The two acted separately and looked closely at every corner of the room, but Cui Fei and her aunt's cleaning work was in place and they were all cleaned up.

The room was too dark and the beam of the mobile phone was limited. The two had a hard time finding and made little progress.

Zhen Yi sat on the carpet, rubbed her sore eyes, and sighed: "Late."

Words came to her and stood still: "You said, did you help clean up?"

"Well. I'm going to pretend to help. While checking the clues, I deliberately leave some clues to prevent them from clearing them all up. But then, I seemed tired and walked, leaning on the sofa and sleeping."

Yan Ge thought for a while: "If only two of them, there will be omissions in cleaning up."

Zhen Yi looked up: "Otherwise, let's call the police now and let the police come!"

"How about you?"

Zhen Yi froze for a second, and then lowered her head: "Although I initially made a false plan, I was preparing to investigate the truth; but the truth is, I gave them a plan, but I didn't continue to investigate and prevent it. Have you participated in a part? Me "

She didn't remember at all, she designed a seamless toss.

"You should remember not to get drunk in the future." He lightly stopped her self-blame.

"That now"

"Don't call the police first." Yan Ge said.

The police surrendered now, and Zhen Yi couldn't remember the details of that night. She would be involved, but the Cui Fei family would stay out of the matter.

"Kai Ai Sakura" Zhen Yi didn't say anything, calm down, "I understand, I don't even know where they threw Sakura. There is no evidence, shall we find it first?"

"Ok."

Zhen Yi recalled how she felt when she first saw the crime scene that night, calmly analyzing:

"Grandpa has been eating cakes in this small hall. If Grandpa is not the murderer, it is probably not the crime scene. This explains the regular blood stains on the legs and floor of the coffee table at that time. It was too regular, unlike the accidental splash , As if someone had sprinkled it up. "

He listened to his words, squatted down, carefully looked at the sofa and coffee table legs, and wiped them clean. But he lifted the coffee table and grabbed the bottom of the coffee table.

The solidified blood stains were cut out.

Zhen Yi knelt beside him and took a flashlight to illuminate the powder on his palm. It was dark all around, and the powder was bright red.

Not blood.

At the edge of the beam, Zhen Yi's face went quiet:

"It was really tricked by Choi Fei."

The two went out.

The hallway is very dark, with doors on both sides, making goose bumps. There are many paintings hanging on the walls, with strange colors in the darkness, as if each frame contains an invisible world.

There was only a faint cell phone light, and the two walked quietly in the dark. The carpet absorbed footsteps, and there was no movement in the large villa.

Zhen Yi hugged herself subconsciously: it would be scary if it wasn't for words.

Yan Zi noticed her small movements, saw her arm around herself, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is it cold?"

"Oh, no. Just thinking about the problem."

I was thinking about the problem, my eyebrows were twisted from beginning to end, and there was no stretch at all.

"What are you thinking?"

"Obviously, Cui Fei moved the children from other places; considering that the risk of removing the corpse from a long distance was too great, and Cui Fei was cautious, even the corpse throwing wanted to involve me. It may be in a corner of this villa. But where should we look for such a large villa? "

When she is serious, she frowns habitually, and the little white face in the dark looks rigorous and unapproachable.

Yan Yan looked at her for several seconds before slowly withdrawing her gaze, saying: "The real crime scene must have been cleaned up. It will be difficult to find it. It is better to start with the suspect."

"Suspect? There are Cui Fei, Qi Xingyuan, aunt and Qi Miao here that night. If you are motivated by murder" she just turned around the corner, the flashlight hit the wall, a twisted and horrifying face!

Zhen Yi was frightened, almost screamed, and grabbed Yan's arm at once. The pale beam of light shone on the opposite wall, just a picture. Her heart was banging, like drumming, and she felt that it was inappropriate to put it on her body, and she quickly released his hand. Seeing that he had crumpled his shirt, he smoothed his claws.

The expression glanced down at her, and it was terrifying, her face pale. He was not frightened, but she suddenly hugged his arm and shook him forward like a frightened animal, which made him a little bit, and his heartbeat was unstable.

There was a weird and terrifying picture on the wall. A girl was standing in a beautiful corridor, facing a room door, the door was half open, and another girl stood at the door and looked at her. There was no light in the room, the corridor light cast a light on the room, and the room was very beautiful and exquisite, but the dark places on both sides of the light, the room was like a garbage dump, filled with various corpses, and the brilliant formation on the light path sharp contrast.

Zhen Yi hairy: "I really can not understand the artist's thinking."

"It's not difficult to understand." Yange looked at the painting, which was ordinary, "This can be external and internal, externally showing humanoids, internally dark and evil; it can be consciousness and subconsciousness, the level of consciousness is bright, subconscious The level is obscure; it can also be "

Zhen Yi has a black line.

Seeing that Zhen Yi was speechless, he slowly closed his mouth.

Zhen Yi grunted: "Huh, really is a neurologist, only you can understand the art of perversion."

Lips pursed his lips: "It's actually spirit"

Zhen Yi looked away.

"Well, whatever." He said.

Zhen Yi couldn't help but want to laugh in her heart; obviously there was a big event, but this moment was relaxed for no reason.

At this time, there were faint footsteps behind him. Zhen Yi felt cold and looked at each other with words, who was here in the middle of the night?

Yan Ge frowned slightly, reaching out to pull her to his side, but Zhen Yi suddenly opened his hand. Yan Yi was startled, Zhen Yi's first reaction was to protect him?

Zhen Yi quickly turned around with strong light, ready to kick the coming person downstairs.

But Lai Ren covered his eyes: "Small, it's me."

"Why are you here?" Zhen Yi patted the switch on the wall with one hand, and looked at Cui Fei with a bad face.

"I should ask you this."

"I'm going to investigate the cause of Ai Xiaoying's death. You came better, no need to touch the black." Zhen Yi's voice was cold, turned off the phone and walked forward.

Cui Fei followed up: "Cause of death? Didn't I tell you? Grandpa he"

"shut up!"

Cui Fei was stunned and did not believe: "You have taken the wrong medicine."

"I have lived with you under the roof for many years, but I don't know you anymore." Zhen Yi's expression was scary and scary. "I don't care what Ai Xiaoying has to do with you, no matter what you do. Using grandpa to blame you, is your conscience bitten by a pig? "

Cui Fei's face remained the same, calm as if she had eaten the Ding Haishen needle: "Small, you can't accept it, but that's the fact, I don't know why you said that."

Zhen Yi raised the palm of her hand with red powder: "The blood stains will become black. These 'bloods' are the paint used by Qi Hongdou to paint. Use your daughter's stuff to decorate the scene. Your mother is so good!"

Cui Fei shook his head: "Red beans will not be fixed in one place to draw, and it is not surprising that the paint dropped on the scene."

"Really?" Zhen Yi nodded in admiration. "The father of Ai Xiaoying, are you familiar?"

"do not know."

Acting is so good, Zhen Yi just wanted to laugh: "His name is Ai Cheng, who had **** with you, why don't you remember?"

Cui Fei stunned, unconsciously grasping the clothes corner: "What?"

"Cousin, I bumped into you and him when I was in middle school, when Hongdou was only a year or two."

Cui Fei twitched his mouth: "You admit it wrong. I didn't ..."

"At the dining table at home." Zhen Yi interrupted. "I'm not wrong, and you won't forget it. Because it's clear that both of you played exceptionally that day."

His expression slightly moved and his lips were pursed.

The memory of that day, he and Zhen Yi inevitably came to mind. His memory is so good that every word and every feeling is unforgettable.

"You ..." Cui Fei didn't expect to perform an adult movie for her sister many years ago, her neck was red and she couldn't deny it, "Have you been with ..."

"I didn't say a word to anyone." She wouldn't be so stupid that her speech was also present.

Cui Fei is not easy. She has been a good child since childhood and a role model for bad children. Now she is smeared and unsafe.

"Thank you for keeping me secret."

Zhen Yi ignored: "Cui Fei, to be honest."

Once back to the topic, Cui Fei gritted his teeth again and shook his head: "That was a lot of years ago, and I had nothing to do with him. Zhen Yi, Ai Xiaoying was killed by grandpa."

At this time, the words on the side spoke: "Ms. Cui, I heard Zhen Yi talked about this, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Well, yes."

"You heard a noise upstairs?"

"it's me"

"What sounds?" He interrupted.

"The cry of the child."

"You went upstairs immediately?"

"Yes."

"See Grandpa pinching Ai Xiaoying's neck?"

"Yes."

"So you hurried away grandpa?"

"Yes."

"Ai Xiaoying has many scars on her head?"

"Yes."

"You immediately went upstairs when you heard the sound?"

"Yes." Hesitated.

"Ai Xiaoying suffered multiple blows on her head and was pinched. When you rushed upstairs, she was already dead. Excuse me, where did you hear her cry?"

""

Cui Fei sweated on his forehead and turned pale.

His long finger pressed the voice recorder he carried with him: "Of course, I asked you these questions, not for your serial port."

Zhen Yi held her breath, slowly breathing, looked at Yan Gejunyi's profile, and bit her lip slightly:

Damn, I want to take it for myself!

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