secret chat room

The feeling of facing Wu Yuhyuk directly is completely different from the feeling of facing the screen and looking at the cold square characters.

It is not easy to provoke Zhuang Xie's emotional fluctuations, but Zhuang Xie still feels a pressure from him.

Even Zhuang Xie, when he had an ulterior motive in his heart, was staring at Wu Yuhe's eyes that had identified countless criminals, and he couldn't help but tense up and muster up all his energy to deal with it.

In the seemingly simple self-introduction and communication just now, if Zhuang Xie acted half-hearted and unnatural, even if he didn't say it on the surface, Wu Yuhe would definitely put a question mark on him in his heart.

Especially when Wu Yuhe relaxed his scrutinizing attitude and became friendly in an instant. When holding Zhuang Xie's hand, he suddenly asked, "Why do you think you look familiar?"

For an ordinary person, even if there is no abnormality on the face, at that moment, the heart will definitely shrink, the muscles will tighten, and the palms of the hands may even become sweaty, which will make Wu Yuhe realize that something is wrong.

But Zhuang Xie's performance was really impeccable.

During Wu Yuhe's interrogation-style questioning, he showed the nervousness that an ordinary person should have when facing the police.

In the relaxed state after the atmosphere has eased, when faced with seemingly careless questions, the right amount of surprise and confusion in his eyes, and the relaxed state of his muscles are all manifestations of normal ordinary people.

Let Wu Yuhe not notice any flaws.

…

After sitting down in the office, Wu Yuhe asked while sorting out the documents in his hands.

"Mr. Zhuang, what do you want to know?"

"I originally wanted to know when Uncle Zhang's body could be taken back and laid to rest, but later I heard that there was a secret behind Uncle Zhang's death."

Wu Yuhe leaned back on the backrest behind him and looked at Zhuang Xie, "Yes, this case was originally going to be closed. Generally speaking, the people will not be prosecuted if they don't sue the officials. What's more, after Zhang Guangbei's autopsy, it was obvious that he died of

Sudden myocardial infarction."

"Then why..." Zhuang Xie looked puzzled.

"Because someone sent me an email." Wu Yuhe took out his mobile phone, put it on the table, reversed the direction, and tapped twice.

"See for yourself."

Zhuang Xie looked at the mobile phone screen on the desktop and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Above is a picture, a picture that Zhuang Xie is very familiar with.

Zhang Guangbei was lying on the ground wearing a white sweatshirt stained red with blood, with a pool of dark red blood flowing quietly under his body.

The picture Hu Yan sent him last night was obviously made by the same person, but the difference between the picture Wu Yuhe had and the one Hu Yan sent him was that the camera focused more on Zhang Guangbei. Obviously

It was taken from another angle.

Next to the corpse was a standing figure. Only the lower half of her body was photographed. Based on the analysis of her clothing and body shape, it was obvious that she was a woman with a graceful figure.

Of course Zhuang Xie knew who this person was.

He also has some full-face photos of this woman in the same scene on his phone.

"Hmm... vomit~" Zhuang Xie pushed the phone forward as if he was electrocuted, and pushed it back to Wu Yuhe. His face instantly turned pale, and he obviously felt nauseated.

"This...what is this!"

Liang Yongchao, who was next to him, took a paper cup and poured him a glass of warm water at the right time.

Zhuang Xie held the paper cup with trembling hands, feeling the temperature, and seemed to slowly become calmer.

After handing over the paper cup, he took a step back. Liang Yongchao and Wu Yuhe, who were standing behind Zhuang Xie, looked at each other and shook their heads gently, indicating that they did not see any problem.

"Uncle Zhang, didn't Uncle Zhang say he died suddenly? What...what's going on with this photo?" Zhuang Xie, who seemed to have taken a breath, looked up at Wu Yu in shock.

He.

"Yes, Zhang Guangbei's autopsy report showed that he died suddenly. As for this photo... I also want to know what happened." Wu Yuhe put away his mobile phone on the table.

"Could it...could it be from PS? Today's P-picture technology is so advanced, maybe someone is spoofing..."

I saw Wu Yuhe shook his head, "I thought so at first, but then I showed this picture to the experts in the appraisal team of the bureau. This picture has no trace of modification. It is the latest

Pristine condition.”

"Then...could it be done by those cosplay pranksters? It's like the fake plasma used in filming..."

Wu Yuhe still shook his head.

"No, according to my experience, the blood in the picture is not the fake plasma that fools people, nor is it the blood of animals such as chickens, ducks, and geese. There is actually a big difference between animal blood and human blood.

The consistency, the speed of setting and the color are all very different."

"The most important thing is!" Wu Yuhe interrupted Zhuang Xie who was about to say something, "I just took over the case, and this picture of the back foot was sent to my mailbox. That's when I decided that this case has

Strange reason."

Looking at Zhuang Xie who was sitting there quietly, seemingly digesting this incident, Wu Yuhe began to ask, "Mr. Zhuang, do you know if Zhang Guangbei has a twin brother?"

Zhuang Xie shook his head in confusion, "Although I have a good relationship with Jiaming, we are still superiors and subordinates. We seldom mention family members when chatting, and I have never heard of him having any uncles. I and

Uncle Zhang had met him once by chance before."

"Have Zhang Jiaming ever mentioned to you that their family has any enemies?"

Zhuang Xie was a little silent, picked up the paper cup and took a sip of water.

"Actually...Jia Ming made a big mistake in the company before, which caused the company department to suffer a lot of losses. I gave the order to fire him. After that, I had no contact with him.

. Later, I heard that he committed suicide, and I felt a little knotty in my heart. I always felt that it had my own reasons. I didn’t expect that Uncle Zhang would also..."

As he said that, Zhuang Xie raised his head, his eyes a little firmer, "Officer Wu, you must investigate this case! If there is anything that needs my help, just say that I can do my best. I feel sorry for Jiaming in my heart."

Feel better."

At this time, Liang Yongchao, who had just been out for a while, returned to the office again, walked up to Wu Yuhe, bit his ear and said a few words.

After Wu Yuhe heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Zhuang Xie.

"Okay, you go ahead! I'll be there soon." Wu Yuhe stood up and patted Liang Yongchao on the shoulder.

Then he said to Zhuang Xie, "Okay, Mr. Zhuang, thank you for your cooperation in the investigation! If there is any progress in the case, I will notify you as soon as possible! I have something to attend a meeting, so I won't send it to you.

!”

As he spoke, he stopped again when he walked to Zhuang Xie, patted Zhuang Xie on the shoulder, and said with a little more understanding, "By the way, I heard that Mr. Zhuang also went to the police station in Lianyundong several times.

Yes? Is it also to investigate the disappearance of another friend of yours?"

Zhuang Xie raised his head and looked at Wu Yuhe, with real fluctuations in his eyes for the first time.

Disappearance case? Wu Yuhe failed to notice the storm in Zhuang Xie's mind opposite him, and said warmly, "I'm sorry, it's not that I investigated you specifically, but a colleague from the bureau met you when he went to Lianyundong to handle the case a while ago.

one side."

At that moment, it seemed like a bolt of lightning flashed in my mind, and a stream of information suddenly exploded in my mind.

Na Jung...died in a car accident on June 22...

Najeong...disappeared on June 22nd...

It's like the same wave of waves rolls onto the beach, but leaves completely different traces.

Na Jung died in a car accident...

No, Na Jung is missing!

Memory has changed.