The Strongest Terror System

In the interrogation room, Sun Li lowered his head. He was already black and thin, and after this night, he looked even more like an African refugee.

He didn't speak, or his desperate mood made him feel that there was no need to speak.

The young policeman sitting next to Xia Feng was shouting something while filming the table, but to no avail.

Xia Feng waved his hand to signal him to stop, then he asked the police officer next to him for a cigarette, stood up and walked to Sun Li's side, lit the cigarette and handed it to him.

"Sun Li, every word you say now, every thing you explain, every clue you give us, is actually helping yourself.

The more important the clues you provide to us in solving the case, the more your sentence will be reduced accordingly.

And according to what we have learned, the child you bumped into is not dead, that is to say, you still have a chance for redemption. "

"That child is still alive?"

Sun Li suddenly raised his head, with hope shining in his eyes.

"Yes."

"Okay, you ask, I will never hide what I know."

Sun Li suddenly became much more happy.

Xia Feng patted Sun Li on the shoulder, then returned to his seat and began to ask:

"Do you know Liu Ailing?"

"know."

"She is a clerk at Happy Cake Shop. I often go to the shop to get takeaway."

"It's you who made her the next target to kill and told that person, right?"

Sun Li was silent.

After a while, he nodded and said:

"Yes."

"why?"

"Because she always picks on me and threatens to sue me."

"Just because of this you sentenced her to death?"

"I didn't kill her." Sun Li denied.

Xia Feng stared at Sun Li without saying a word. In fact, he was scolding himself in his heart, why he didn't think of it last night.

If he thought of this last night and asked Sun Li about the murderous target, then everything would be resolved.

"Who's next?"

"I don't know. She didn't ask me either."

"How do you know where Liu Ailing lives?"

"I don't know where she lives. I just told the woman that Liu Ailing is a clerk at Happy Cake Shop."

"Are you sure you don't know who the next person is?"

"I didn't have to lie to you. I really don't know."

Sun Li shook his head again.

Xia Feng became more irritable in his heart, still blaming himself for being so close to the truth, but instead of moving forward, he chose to turn around.

He thought for a while in silence, and the atmosphere in the interrogation room was suppressed to the extreme, until he spoke again:

"Think about it carefully, did the woman mention it when she met you, such as where she works, or said anything special."

"No, the woman just asked me to do what she asked. Every time I went to the scene, she would use the video to tell me what to do."

"But you still didn't do exactly what she said, did you?

You raped Zhang Yi, to be exact, her body. "

Sun Li was silent again.

"Why didn't she stop you then?"

"Because I turned off the camera."

"Oh?"

Xia Feng was surprised by Sun Li's answer, but thinking about it, it should be the same.

After all, Sun Li wouldn't go and give the murderer a live broadcast.

In that case, how did the murderer know that Sun Li did that?

"By the way, that woman seems to be sick and always coughs non-stop."

At this time, Sun Li said as if he remembered something.

After coming out of the interrogation room, Xia Feng called to inquire about the investigation on Zhou Zhibin's side.

Zhou Zhibin said that although Liu Ailing usually complains a little, she is more able to bear hardships and stand hard work, and she is also very serious in her work.

She was the last to leave yesterday, and it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening.

However, a clerk said that someone had gone to the store to find Liu Ailing, a woman who wore a mask and hat and could not see her face clearly.

But when the power supply called Liu Ailing out, the other party was gone.

That person must be the murderer.

"Women, anti-reconnaissance capabilities, ambivalence, coughing..."

Xia Feng muttered, and at this moment he suddenly heard a series of violent coughing sounds.

He stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked up, and after a while, he saw Liu Huihui coming down from above with a pale face.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but froze.

After about a few seconds, Liu Huihui's somewhat flustered expression returned to normal, she took her hand from her mouth and put her back behind her.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just a cold."

Xia Feng stared at the hand that Liu Huihui had been carrying, and faintly saw some red marks.

Like blood.

"Are you really all right? Have you been to the hospital?"

"I'm a forensic doctor, but I'm also a doctor. It's nothing.

But I really want to take a few days off, I have already approved the leave, and I will take a week off.

What's the matter, you can call me. "

"OK."

Xia Feng nodded, then watched Liu Huihui go downstairs and left.

Looking at Liu Huihui's back, Xia Feng couldn't help but have a very bold guess in his mind.

But soon, he was subconsciously rejected.

Liu Huihui left the Fucheng Detachment, then opened the door and got in the car.

After the car started, she coughed again, because it was too violent, her hand did not completely cover her mouth, so that a blood mist was sprayed on the window, which looked shocking.

Liu Huihui hurriedly took out a tissue and started hurriedly wiping the car window.

It was nothing compared to keeping the windows quiet, as if she would cough up blood.

After doing all this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she collapsed in the driver's seat with exhaustion. It took a while to regain some strength and drive away.

When Xia Feng returned to the office, he suddenly became a little flustered, and then he got up and left.

Afterwards, he searched Liu Huihui's office, and after a while, he found something that made him a little unbelievable.

Trocey.

Also known as a cancer cure.

In addition to this, he also found two bottles of painkillers.

Xia Feng's head suddenly "hum", and his heart was depressed and uncomfortable, as if something was heavy against his chest.

He couldn't believe that the young Liu Huihui had a terminal illness.

He carefully went through Zhang Rang's memory, but found nothing. It can be seen that Zhang Rang, who was busy with the case all day, did not pay much attention to Liu Huihui, who was appointed to him by the detachment.

He subconsciously took out his phone and dialed Liu Huihui, but after hesitating, he kicked the phone back again.

There was a complex emotion in his heart. Xia Feng felt that the appearance of this emotion did not come from him, but from Zhang Rang's body.

This is how the world is, and there are always impossibility of one kind or another.

But in the face of facts, any impossible can easily be changed into possibility.

In the largest hospital in Fucheng.

"Are you sure you won't be admitted to the hospital for treatment? It's gotten pretty bad."

The doctor was repeating this sentence to Liu Huihui as if it were a cliché. He has said it too many times.

"No, I don't want to spend the last time of my life lying on the bed in a painful way.

There are too many examples of suffering and finally falling under the disease. "

Liu Huihui smiled, then got up and left the chair.