The national school idol is a girl

"It's not just that." After Qin Mo walked to the door, he looked back at Bo Jiu: "There are no surveillance cameras in the entire corridor, which means that even if someone really follows her, there will be no traces left."

Bo Jiu also noticed this.

That's why it becomes difficult to collect evidence.

"A woman's sixth sense is not without basis from a psychological perspective." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Compared to what the eyes can see, psychological behavior will come faster."

As the scene of the first crime, there will inevitably be police personnel.

Even if the person involved is no longer there, traces of on-site protection will remain.

Such a sensational case will not be handled by ordinary departments, but will naturally be handed over to the serious crime team.

As soon as Bo Jiu entered, he saw Huang Ju with a solemn expression.

"Have you found anything?"

This question was asked by Qin Mo.

Of course Huang Bureau shook his head and shook the mouse with his white-gloved hand: "I just checked and found that no one else recorded her behavior. It was indeed this laptop that recorded her behavior, and from the perspective of the video, the same is true. , completely ruling out the possibility of homicide, as well as her behavior of swallowing medicine before she died. The medicine bottle has been found. It is a very ordinary sleeping pill, but if the dosage is large, it can indeed be fatal. Her action of drinking the medicine is not Someone forced her to do it, so your judgment must have been wrong this time.”

Director Huang sighed: "The possibility of suicide is 99%."

"Isn't there still one percent?" Qin Mo walked over and looked at things very carefully. He even picked up the tea cup.

There are traces of coffee left in the cup, and there is a French press next to it, which is specially used for making coffee.

The room couldn't be called particularly neat, but it had a certain atmosphere.

There are two words written on the cup, come on.

"This cup is custom-made." Bo Jiu was familiar with this kind of thing. He turned his finger and sure enough, the names of several people were engraved on the bottom of the cup, all with single characters.

Director Huang hummed: "This cup is a joint gift from readers. Are there any questions?"

"No." Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "I just feel that someone who is loved by so many people will not choose to commit suicide."

Director Huang paused: "You are just making emotional guesses."

He didn't want to believe that a person left in such a way.

"We need evidence." Director Huang met the deceased's mother. She kept holding his hand and said, "Believe me, my daughter will not commit suicide. I beg you, believe me."

Director Huang has seen too many such scenes, and he doesn't know how to comfort the other party.

But he has never seen such a mother, so sure that her daughter did not commit suicide, so he asked him to look for clues.

Because of this, he kept hesitating, even leaving the scene as it was.

But... I couldn't find any evidence.

After the deceased came in that night, no one in the elevator came to this floor again.

There is no surveillance in the corridor, and all clues come from neighbors.

But the neighbor went to bed early and was an office worker working nine to five, so he didn't feel anything was wrong.

"What about the neighbor?" Qin Mo put down the cup.

Director Huang pointed to the next door: "This is the second time I've asked him to take notes. He still has to work."

The man was indeed very busy. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. His mouth was dry: "I've said everything I need to say. I really don't know anything and I didn't hear anything. It was normal that day. There was nothing suspicious about it." Personnel.”

Qin Mo and Bo Jiu came over and heard this sentence.

Qin Mo sat opposite the neighbor: "Except for that day, what about the rest of the time recently? Have you seen anyone come to her?"

"I've only seen it three or four times." The neighbor recalled: "There is a woman with long curly hair who comes here all the time recently. It was she who opened the door. She must be her friend, but when you put it like that, I actually remembered it. About two years ago, she opened the door. A few days ago, a tall and thin man came out of her house. I always thought that man was a thief. For five or six days, she even asked me if there was a thief in the building, but this should have nothing to do with the case. , Anyway, it was a normal day, nothing happened.”

Qin Mo paused while recording the message: "I understand, thank you for your cooperation, you can go to work."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qin Mo at the same time: "I hope you can solve the case soon. This guy is good. He always greets me in the elevator when I go out. I always forget to bring my keys and I always ask the neighbor to help me open the building. The door is gone now. To be honest, I feel scared and empty in my heart. If you have any questions in the future, you can still ask me. Just try to ask after get off work. "

"good."

Here, Qin Mo closed the notebook.

Over there, Bo Jiu had already called Sister Gui, and the first question he asked was: "Does she have a boyfriend?"

There was no need to name her, Sister Gui knew, but her voice was still gravelly: "No, she usually doesn't write articles and doesn't even go on blind dates. She doesn't have many male friends. They are all in her hometown. I also persuaded her to hurry up. If you find a boyfriend, you won’t feel so uncomfortable.”

"Are they all in their hometown? Have you been to the paddle market recently?" Bo Jiu asked carefully.

Sister Gui is not a fool: "No, Spades, did you find something?"

"It's a bit." Bo Jiu's voice was very calm: "It's not convenient to disclose, but as her friend, I want to know from you about her daily communication situation and what kind of person she is."

Sister Gui seemed to relax a little: "She has a lot of friends, but usually she doesn't talk about these topics about herself. After all, what happened to her was all at work, and her pen name is also very different in real life." Few people know that this is probably a characteristic of us writers. The Internet and life are separate. It’s just that the injustice this time hit her too hard. She had thought about closing down the book like me. In fact, to put it bluntly, everyone There are times when she can’t hold on, but I don’t believe she will commit suicide. You know, Spade, she said she always believes that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.”

Bo Jiu was shocked.

"As for what kind of person she is." Sister Gui's eyes moved slightly: "Let's look at the words she wrote."

When Bo Jiu heard this, he turned his eyes and found that the master was already sitting in front of the computer, sliding the mouse with his right hand.

He was reading a story, a WORD document left behind by the computer owner.

After Bo Jiu hung up the phone, he walked over.

WORD documents are automatically saved.

Since the notebook has not been closed, the cursor stays at the position.

This is where she finally finished typing.

Write this paragraph there.

"It feels like living in hell, maybe a place scarier than hell, but the miraculous thing is that the more flowers can bloom in hell, the more tenacious they are. I am glad to have met you, and to be with you, to write this Many people think that this is a battle, but in fact it is not. I am just making the weakest voice after encountering injustice. I hope that such a voice can affect some people. I hope they Don't become people who raise beasts and thieves, which chills the original creators. I hope that after they graduate, they will be brave enough to speak out when they encounter injustice, and don't keep it in their hearts. I hope they know that no matter how lonely and scared they are now, there will always be a group of people. I will give you a hug through the surging crowd. You are not alone. Justice is still there. Human nature cannot be understood, but I will accompany you, just like you once accompanied me..."

Bo Jiu didn't know much about this industry, but he still had basic reading comprehension skills.

"Those who can write these words will not commit suicide. The most important thing is the last sentence... I will accompany you." Bo Jiu turned sideways from Qin Mo and pointed his finger on the screen: "This sentence It means continue.”

Qin Mo glanced at the young man's pointed chin and stood very close to him: "Very smart, but this cannot be used as evidence."

Huang Ju nodded.

Bo Jiu's fingers were about to tighten.

Qin Mo put his hand on her head and rubbed it: "However, no one can still be in the mood to drink coffee before committing suicide, and we can be sure that our previous speculation was correct. Someone is approaching her..."

Before Qin Mo finished speaking, there was a round of applause.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." It was Smith. He was still wearing a crisp suit, with a bit of British style, making himself look like a famous detective: "After hearing Mr. Qin's slightly scary remarks, I I know why Mr. Qin felt that someone was approaching her. It was simply because of the witnesses' testimonies about the thief. The thief did exist and had entered her room. He might even have stolen her things. However, these had nothing to do with her suicide. There was no trace of anyone at the first scene, whether it was fingerprints or other traces. Even the cause of the deceased's death was the sleeping pills she took herself. Forcing her to consider homicide would only make her uncomfortable and escape the sanctions. , but Yan State seems to have no special laws in this regard. Now that the infringer has been released on bail and has not been affected, this case should be over. "

Huang Ju was about to say something.

Smith spoke again, with an extra piece of paper in his hand: "I have been given an order from above. I am solely responsible for this case, so I have to ask outside staff in the team to go out. It's better to leave some guesses here."

As he spoke, Smith made a gesture of invitation to Qin Mo.

Huang Bureau's bad temper is really unbearable.

Qin Mo's expression was a little careless.

Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow. After all, when the master is like this, the other party will only be more unlucky.

I didn’t expect to meet the great god’s gaze.

Smith must have regarded the great master as a powerful rival, so he acted cool and close there, just to create some tit-for-tat.

It's just that he didn't notice the gaze the great god gave her.

To a certain extent, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo still have a good understanding.

After noticing the great god's gaze, Bo Jiu's figure passed by and there was something on his left side. Then he put his left hand into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Huang Bureau paused, but he knew what the young man had taken, the pill box in his palm.

But it was obvious who asked the boy to take this medicine box.

What do they want to do with this evidence?

Huang Ju couldn't see through it yet, but he didn't say it out loud.

one day.

Give these two people another day.

If today's day passes and the result is still suicide, then only the parents of the deceased will be allowed to go back.

Huang Bureau is such a big person, but he can't face that mother.

Because as an old detective, he knew very well that there were problems with this case, but without evidence, he couldn't talk nonsense. .

Everything must be based on evidence.

He hoped to be able to serve as a basis for those two people.

Smith was still enjoying his sense of superiority in front of Qin Mo, and didn't notice Bo Jiu's movements at all. He smiled and said: "It's better to hand in Mr. Qin's temporary ID first. You came to the crime scene without notifying me." This behavior makes us passive at work.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the serious crime team looked this way. What are they trying to do, to evade Young Master Qin?

Huang Bureau's expression also changed, and he looked very ugly.

Smith still said the same thing: "Since I am fully responsible, there can be no ambiguity in this matter. Mr. Qin, I'm offended."

This time, Qin Mo didn't even look at him.

Swish!

It was as if some document had been scratched across his cheek and poked directly on the wooden table behind him.

One point into the wood.

People couldn't help but be shocked.

Qin Mo himself was fine and took the young man out of the apartment.

Bureau Huang's teeth were itching with anger. Was this Smith here to harm him? He finally made that person a member of their major crime team.

The other party didn't want to, so he only got a temporary certificate.

Now people even throw back their certificates, and it’s hard to give them back!

This Smith, either you have a hole in your head or you have a damn problem!

Huang Ju's eyes darkened when he thought of this. Could it be him?

The undercover agent who was spotted when they were approaching the smugglers in Qin Mo?

Not sure, so I still have to observe.

There's nothing hugely unusual about Smith.

At this time, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo walked out of the apartment and got into the car.

Bo Jiu opened his palm. It was a bottle of medicine, which was also an evidence at the crime scene.

"Do you suspect there is something wrong with this bottle of medicine?" Bo Jiu asked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo pressed his fingers on her wound again. Seeing that she no longer hurt, he said, "No problem. It seems to be healed. Amazing recovery power."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu muttered in a low voice: "As a domineering CEO and financial sponsor, how could he lose to such a minor injury?"

"What did you say?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Bo Jiu cleared his throat and smiled evilly: "It's nothing." The master's ears are really good.

"Really?" Qin Mo asked slowly: "Why did I hear the words "finance owner father"?

Bo Jiu looked serious: "You heard wrong."

Qin Mo glanced at her casually, especially her serious look, which made him want to pinch her.

Qin Mo really reached out and pinched it, pinching his face, and put down the bait: "Do you want to hear my analysis?"

"Of course." Bo Jiu knew that the great master must have found something.

Qin Mo took his hand back with a noble look on his face: "Then show some integrity."

Bo Jiu: "Am I dishonest?"

Master: "The bath I was promised to take has not been taken yet."

Bo Jiu:......

Too sleepy, go to bed first, wuli beauties, stay safe