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Sein Fei leaned forward, approaching Qiu Xiaoye,

A sense of pressure for no reason made Qiu Xiaoye slightly nervous.

"Last night, you appeared in Tianlun Community, how do you explain this?"

Qiu Xiaoye spread his hands: "Need an explanation? As a courier, it's reasonable to deliver some emergency supplies to customers in the middle of the night. You know, my deliveries basically happen in the middle of the night."

"Then tell me, which building, floor and number did you deliver your goods to last night?" Seinfeld asked.

"I don't know." Qiu Xiaoye answered very simply.

"I don't know? You don't know?" Seinfeld sneered.

Qiu Xiaoye also smiled, putting on an innocent look: "Of course, for such a sensitive thing, many customers would not want me to know where he lives, so they will choose a corner in the community Richi, how do I know what number he lives in?"

"What does the customer look like?" Seinfeld continued to ask.

"It's a man, taller than me, with a loud voice, short hair, and wearing white pajamas. It was too dark at night, so I couldn't see his face clearly." Qiu Xiaoye described it exactly as Li Boping did, so that if the police asked him later, he would also I can't remember wrong.

Seinfeld snorted, and sat back on his body: "You better not lie, we will find this customer in the community."

"Look for it." Qiu Xiaoye didn't care: "But customers who buy special supplies, I'm afraid they won't be willing to admit it. If you can't find it, don't say that it doesn't exist. For a kind person like me, don't give it to me." I am charged with a strange crime."

This remark made Sein Fei sneer.

Yang Jihe on the side was even more surprised. He didn't expect that this Qiu Xiaoye would actually act like a rascal when facing the interrogation.

"Then why did charred corpses appear in Tianlun Community when you appeared?" Sein Fei chased after him.

Qiu Xiaoye said: "Obviously, this is a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Seinfeld questioned.

"Absolute coincidence!" Qiu Xiaoye said, patting his chest.

"Then how do you explain this?" Seinfeld threw over a few more sheets of paper.

The image above records the surveillance of entering and exiting the building on the night that Qiu Xiaoye killed Song Ju's father.

Qiu Xiaoye was wearing a yellow jacket, hurried in through the gate, and left in a hurry.

"I remember this day!" Qiu Xiaoye looked at the surveillance screen and said, "I delivered it to the door that day. You can go and verify it. The guests that day seemed to be two men."

"We have verified it." Sein Fei said, but suddenly changed the subject: "You know the kid who just walked in the door."

"I've seen it." Qiu Xiaoye nodded.

"Where is it?" Yang Jihe asked eagerly, as if he had caught something, but Song Fei frowned and gave up hope.

Qiu Xiaoye said: "On the TV, it seems that his father was also burned to a charred corpse. Recently, this butcher who burns corpses is so famous, news about him must be broadcast everywhere."

"That's right, his father was also killed by the cremator, and it was very unexpected that he appeared in that building at night, how do you explain this situation?" Seinfeld asked.

Qiu Xiaoye said: "How else can I explain it? Obviously, it's a coincidence."

"Is it a coincidence both times?" Yang Jihe couldn't help it: "Are you fucking here to coax ghosts?"

Qiu Xiaoye wanted to say, I am indeed coaxing you ghost.

But he held back after all.

After all, there is a price to pay for talking.

"I don't think it's a coincidence." Sein Fei came to a conclusion and looked at Qiu Xiaoye with a look that seemed to control everything.

"You are the murderer, you are the burner!"

The tone is very firm.

"Isn't it?" Qiu Xiaoye smiled exaggeratedly: "Uncle, I'm just a courier, why should I kill people like that? I'm not a pervert. If you can't solve the case, just use me as a scapegoat. You say I'm Cremator butcher, at least show evidence!"

"Evidence will come over time." Seinfeld seemed very sure.

His eyes were full of certainty that only veteran policemen would have. ·

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Anyway, no matter what Song Fei and Yang Jihe say.

Qiu Xiaoye always prevaricates with the word "coincidence".

Qiu Xiaoye never left fingerprints, and other personal items,

So even if they doubt it, there is no direct evidence.

But now, Qiu Xiaoye is still in danger,

Although he was relaxed on the surface, his spirit was still very tense.

Because right now, the police are searching his home.

If things like pistols, masks, and communication devices are found, it will be solid evidence.

Qiu Xiaoye has no chance of overturning the case.

I don't know if the police found anything, so Qiu Xiaoye in the interrogation room has been suffering in his heart.

After a while, a policeman knocked on the window of the interrogation room.

Sein Fei went out, communicated with the policeman for a while, then returned to the interrogation room, and said to Qiu Xiaoye:

"Okay, that's all for today, you go back."

"Can I go back?" Qiu Xiaoye seemed to be in disbelief. Could it be that the police didn't find anything in his house, or did he say he was trying to get him?

Seinfeld nodded: "You can go back, but don't be complacent, I will keep an eye on you!"

There was once again a threatening look in his eyes.

"If you want to stare, just stare. Anyway, I'm innocent." Qiu Xiaoye walked out of the interrogation room as he spoke.

Looking at the back of Qiu Xiaoye who was triumphantly walking away, Yang Ji gritted his teeth amiably.

"Master, why did you let him go?" Yang Jihe asked Song Fei.

Seinfeld sighed, sat back on the chair, and frowned again.

"Nothing was found in his house, what can we do?"

Yang Jihe said: "According to the regulations, we can detain him for three days. We will lock him up for three days first to see if he is still crazy."

"What's the point of being locked up for three days? It's just a waste of time. Let him out and still have a chance to stare at him." Seinfeld said.

Yang Jihe hurriedly approached Song Fei: "Then master, do you think this Qiu Xiaoye is the butcher who burns corpses?"

"It must be." Seinfeld's tone was very firm.

"Why? There was no loophole in his answer just now." Yang Jihe said.

Seinfeld sneered: "It is precisely because there is no loophole, so he must be the butcher who burns the corpse, a person who knows nothing, it is impossible to answer all the questions fluently, without any flaws, it is a pity that this kid, No substantive evidence remains."

While talking, Seinfeld began to rub his temples, saying:

"Xiao Yang, a guy like Qiu Xiaoye is in the Ghost Killing Squad, it's a big trouble for you ghost clan."

But Yang Jihe didn't care: "What are you afraid of? Now that he is a member of the Ghost Killing Team, he is no longer a threat to us. As long as we keep an eye on him 24 hours a day, once he shows his weakness, we can catch him right away. But I can't figure it out, why can't we move him without evidence when we know that he is the Ghost Killing Team? Isn't it enough for us to kill this kind of ordinary human beings? Dead like an ant."

Song Fei said: "Because if you want to maintain a stable society, you must have rules. If you break the rules for the sake of a member of the Ghost Slayer Team, your ghost clan's rule will not last long."

"Then what would happen if there were no rules?" Yang Jihe was curious.

However, Song Fei opened his eyes in an instant, and Yang Ji and the ghost were terrified by the fierce murderous intent.

He said solemnly: "If the rules are broken, then I, too, will become an enemy of your ghost clan."