Metropolis: Attack, Fat House

Chapter 22

Ye Qingzhu is talking with Zhang Cuiling.

Xiao Yao sat aside and observed Zhang Cuiling.

Grief, pain, and helplessness are not pretends.

Prove that she loves her husband very much.

It can be judged that the death of the deceased should have nothing to do with her.

However, this is just what it should, not 100% sure.

Xiao Yao's eyes moved to the coffee table.

There is a booted laptop on it.

Because Zhang Cuiling was using the computer just now, there is a chapter on it.

This post was written by Zhang Cuiling.

Not finished...

The title is.

"Send this to your partner late at night!" 》

I want to talk to you while you are asleep.

This world is so big, it is not easy to meet you.

If my name is your reason for rejecting others.

Then I will not let go of your hand if I try my best.

When by your side.

I think others are envious of me.

But you left me, my heart is so uncomfortable.

I'm sorry, I love you, I miss you so much...

Xiao Yao's eyes were attracted by this article, and his thoughts fell into contemplation.

Feeling?

Feeling soothing?

Or something else?

"Let's go."

Ye Qingzhu's voice interrupted Xiao Yao's contemplation.

"Oh."

Recovered, Xiao Yao stood up.

The two walked out of the room, watched by Zhang Cuiling.

"Did you see anything?"

In the corridor.

The two were strolling, Ye Qingzhu looked at Xiao Yao who was frowning and thinking.

"No."

Xiao Yao shook his head, stopped, looked at Ye Qingzhu, and asked with a serious expression: "Sister, if I love you and go crazy, others will envy me when you are by my side. However, you suddenly die Now, what would I do?"

"Um?"

Ye Qingzhu was stunned, knowing that his brother was not confessing, and thought for a while, "Are you going to go crazy?"

"Um."

Xiao Yao nodded, "If it were you, would you say sorry to me who died?"

"Why do you want to say sorry?"

Ye Qingzhu frowned, "What did I do wrong?"

"Yeah, if you were right, you wouldn't say sorry, would you?"

Xiao Yao smiled.

"definitely."

Ye Qingzhu nodded.

"Sister, Zhang Cuiling has a problem."

Xiao Yao chilled her face and squinted her eyes, "A woman whose husband has just died, actually wears lipstick, or that kind of bright lipstick, don't you think there is a problem?"

"Uh!"

Ye Qingzhu was stunned.

Yes.

Recalling Zhang Cuiling just now, there was no cosmetics on her face.

But there is lipstick on the mouth, which is not right.

Subsequently.

Xiao Yao read the article he had just read.

Ye Qingzhu's eyes sharpened, frowning and said: "No, we have already checked. Zhang Cuiling was always at home during the period before and after the death of the deceased. Moreover, she does not have the ability to break the ribs of an adult man."

"Yes."

Xiao Yao nodded, "I suspect that Zhang Cuiling is not murdering. I just suspect that the murderer is likely to be related to Zhang Cuiling."

"Why do you think so?"

At this moment, Ye Qingzhu was puzzled.

"Because I am a man." Xiao Yao smiled strangely.

"Um?"

Ye Qingzhu was surprised.

"Zhang Cuiling, is a nice beautiful woman!"

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "And men, they all like beautiful women. It's like you are so beautiful, when I first saw you. Even if I don't want to have sex with you, but my body is very honest. Tell me, I want to press you on the bed!"

As a man, Xiao Yao understands men.

Normal men have little resistance to beautiful women.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is.

People have self-control and willpower.

Men can suppress the greed for beautiful women in their hearts.

However, remember one thing.

The premise is that this beautiful woman did not take the initiative to seduce men.

Otherwise, how many men can resist the temptation of beauty?

"You mean..."

Ye Qingzhu's eyes lit up, "Derailed?"

"almost."

Xiao Yao said: "Let me say something, sister, don't scold me. When a woman reaches a certain age, she will have a high physiological need for something. I remember you said that the deceased would often not go home due to work and travel on business. Bar?"

"Humph!"

Ye Qingzhu snorted coldly, "But the problem is, Zhang Cuiling didn't leave the house at all, how would you explain it?"

"Why does she want to leave the house?"

Xiao Yao smiled strangely again.

"What do you mean?" Ye Qingzhu was stunned.

"Remember before I came, I retrieved Zhang Cuiling's call record?"

Xiao Yao grinned.

"You mean..."

Ye Qingzhu was stunned.

"Courier, or takeaway!"

Xiao Yao nodded, "Check it out."

"..."