"Of course not you." Shen Jinmo's deep eyes were filled with determination.
This unwavering trust was exactly what Lu Zhiwei had once wanted from Shen Jinmo.
So this is what it feels like to be believed unconditionally.
A ripple seemed to stir in Lu Zhiwei's heart. "Why do you believe me?"
Shen Jinmo's thin lips pursed slightly as his gaze fell once more upon the charred, unrecognizable corpse on the ground.
After the forensic examination was completed, the body was gently covered with a white cloth.
This act ended his lifelong bond with Jiang Jingyu, who was his mother.
You won't do that.
Shen Jinmo's hoarse voice trembled slightly in the cold wind.
The Lu Zhiwei he knew was kind-hearted and wouldn't go to extremes. Even if she were, she would take revenge openly and honestly, not resort to such despicable means.
"If you still trust me, I will do my best to draw a picture of the murderer for you. I will give you an explanation." Although Lu Zhiwei hated Jiang Jingyu.
But her death was shrouded in mystery, and it concerned her innocence.
She must cooperate with the police investigation.
"Okay. Thank you." Shen Jinmo agreed without hesitation.
Liu Changqing suddenly interjected: "Ms. Lu, because you are now a suspect, the police may not be able to hire you as the profiler for this case."
He also wanted to use Lu Zhiwei, but Lu Zhiwei was the prime suspect in the case, and the people she drew might be trying to evade suspicion. To avoid suspicion, he could not participate in the investigation.
“I understand. I will conduct my own investigation privately and will not be involved in the progress of your case.”
"That's fine."
"In addition, you cannot leave Yunzhou without permission during this period. You need to cooperate with the police investigation at any time. We will talk again after you are cleared of suspicion."
“Okay, no problem, I will cooperate unconditionally.” Lu Zhiwei nodded in agreement.
...
Returning from the crime scene to the Lu family villa.
As soon as Lu Zhiwei entered the house, she went upstairs to the study, locked herself inside, collected and organized the first-hand information provided by Liu Changqing, and began to draw the murderer's face.
Because there was only a silhouette and no specific facial features, Lu Zhiwei couldn't begin writing.
She needs to find some more useful clues to help her construct the face.
The phone on the table suddenly rang.
It was a cross-border call from Luo Xiu.
At this critical juncture, Luo Xiu's sudden phone call couldn't be just for casual conversation.
Lu Zhiwei put down her paintbrush and answered the phone.
"Did you need something?" Lu Zhiwei asked directly.
Luo Xiu's nonchalant voice came from the other end of the phone: "I thought that after Jiang Jingyu died, you and Shen Jinmo would become enemies. I underestimated his feelings for you."
These words made Lu Zhiwei suddenly realize what was happening. Her beautiful eyes widened, she gripped her phone tightly, and pressed the call recording button to record the entire call.
"Did you do this, Luo Xiu?" Lu Zhiwei questioned coldly.
"What did I do?"
"You set fire to Jiang Jingyu and killed her, so that Shen Jinmo would misunderstand me and hate me?" Lu Zhiwei held her breath, waiting for his answer.
Luo Xiu is a man of action and responsibility; if he does something, he will admit it.
"Jiang Jingyu deserves to die. I still remember her plotting to kill you by setting the art museum on fire." Luo Xiu's seductive voice came from the other end of the phone.
"So you killed her? To drive a wedge between me and Shen Jinmo, and also to vent my anger?"
Lu Zhiwei guided Luo Xiu according to her own train of thought.
As long as Luo Xiu dares to admit it, she dares to contact international police to assist Yunzhou police in opening a case and investigating.
“Zhizhi, inducing others to reveal the truth you want to know cannot be used as evidence in court. Even if you record it, it won’t be of any use.” Luo Xiu was shrewd and cunning, and he guessed what Lu Zhiwei was thinking and doing at a glance.
He even guessed that Lu Zhiwei was recording at that moment.
Lu Zhiwei knew she wouldn't get any answers from him, but she still didn't give up. "Are you afraid to admit it? The Luo Xiu I knew before was a man of integrity and courage."
"Heh, you still look down on that upright, courageous man from before." Luo Xiu chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, giving up on probing: "I have something to do, I'll hang up now."
"The Art Association is urging you to return to work. The association has been going through a lot lately, with many painters mysteriously disappearing, causing panic throughout the art capital. They need you to come back and take charge."
Fearing that Lu Zhiwei might suddenly hang up the phone, Luo Xiu immediately got down to business.
"The painter has disappeared?" Lu Zhiwei fell silent in shock.
"Yes, there have been two or three such incidents in a row, all involving well-known artists, one of whom is a member of your Artists Alliance."
"I can't go back to the US right now," Lu Zhiwei said, looking troubled.
"Why? Are you still thinking about your ex-lover being all lovey-dovey in Yunzhou?" Luo Xiu deliberately provoked her.
He knew Lu Zhiwei well; she would never let personal feelings interfere with her work.
“I am a prime suspect in Jiang Jingyu’s death. The police have given me orders not to step out of Yunzhou until the truth comes out.”
Lu Zhiwei told Luo Xiu the truth.
She also figured out that Luo Xiu wanted her to return to M country. As long as the case wasn't solved, she couldn't go back, and Luo Xiu's attitude would soften.
"Oh," Luo Xiu responded indifferently, without saying anything else.
Lu Zhiwei immediately hung up the phone.
...
After hanging up the call, Luo Xiu, dressed in his pajamas, got up from the sofa in the old Luo family house and walked to the backyard.
In the yard, Angel, who was playing soccer with Mizuki, was smiling happily.
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