At Guo Shuni's home, the confrontation between Liu Jiaming and Guo Shuni continued.

During the continuous questioning, Liu Jiaming deliberately asked the questions he had asked before again at a certain interval, and judged whether Animei was telling the truth by examining whether her two answers were consistent.

Animei leaned on the sofa the whole time, wrapped in a thick quilt, and answered incoherently.

Animei's answers to many questions about Zhong Chuantao were consistent. Even if the wording and sentence order were different, the general meaning was very consistent. Although she was emotional when answering, her state was still relaxed, which showed that she was telling the truth. Regarding

the time range of Zhong Chuantao's death estimated by the forensic officer, Animei's answer to her movements seemed a bit dull.

Although her answers were the same twice, she obviously noticed that he asked twice. She looked at him meaningfully and then gave an answer with almost the same sentence structure and wording as before. Usually, only when people have trained themselves can they answer questions like reciting a text.

Liu Jiaming recorded Animei's answers truthfully without marking them on the transcript. All detectives who saw such a confession understood the meaning.

Everyone would be particularly suspicious of such an answer and pay special attention to it.

After asking many questions like a wheel, and using many techniques such as [asking a certain question, suddenly changing the subject to another question, so that the person being asked will tell the truth], Liu Jiaming was a little tired, so he stood up and said:

"Can I borrow the bathroom?"

The anime girl raised her eyes and looked at the male police officer standing in front of her. While nodding to point him in the direction, she estimated the other party's height and physique.

Liu Jiaming walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and tore off a piece of toilet paper. He imitated Guangming Ge and others from the Forensic Science Department, dipped a little water in it, and then wiped some corners of the bathroom to wash away some substances hidden in the corners.

He didn't know whether the dark marks on the paper were mud or something else, but he still folded the paper carefully, wrapped it with another clean paper, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

The anime girl stood outside, listening to the sounds in the bathroom motionlessly, staring at the wall clock hanging on the wall in front of her. 1 minute... 2 minutes...

Her face gradually became ugly.

Her hand grasped the kitchen knife under the sofa cushion again, her expression gloomy, her eyes fixed on the front, her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched.

After thinking for a long time, the veins on her fingers gripping the handle of the knife bulged, she turned her head and stared at the bathroom door, rehearsing in her mind what would happen if she ambushed at the door...

or was the male police officer tempting her to self-destruct?

If she really wanted to give him a surprise attack with the kitchen knife, would it be right?

Is it possible that he is in the bathroom now, pointing a gun at her through the door?

Thinking of the black muzzle of the gun, her fingers suddenly began to numb and goose bumps appeared on her scalp.

While she was gritting her teeth and struggling, five minutes had passed...

She felt tortured during these minutes and seconds.

What was the male police officer doing?

Why was it so old?

The small bathroom was where her killing clock was transmitted. Although she had cleaned it carefully and used disinfectant, but...

she clenched her fist too hard and her body trembled slightly.

At the sixth minute, Animei still couldn't make up her mind.

Without absolute certainty, rash action would only make herself more passive... She didn't choose that path after all.

Liu Jiaming walked out of the bathroom, paused at the door, turned his head to glance at her, hesitated for half a second, and then closed the door that was originally open when no one was using it.

The anime girl's eyes flashed, and she looked away with a wooden face.

Liu Jiaming stood by the sofa with a notebook under his arm, thought for a moment and said,

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any further questions, I will call you. Please keep the line open."

"OK, sir." Anime nodded. Seeing that Liu Jiaming was about to leave, she did not mean to stand up to see him off. Instead, she said impatiently,

"It would be best if I don't hear anything about that jerk anymore."

Liu Jiaming turned his head and glanced at her, then opened the door and walked out of her house. When he said goodbye and closed the door, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, "You bought so many newspapers related to him yourself, and you still have the nerve to say such things."

"Bang!" The door was closed from the outside, and the key clicked and stuck, indicating that the door was locked and could no longer be opened from the outside.

Ani, who had been curled up on the sofa, suddenly jumped up from the bed. She walked to the kitchen window, pushed it open, and looked down.

This window was facing the exit of the first floor. She put on kitchen gloves, pulled over the flower pot on the kitchen counter, and when she saw the figure flashing in the glass window upstairs, she threw the flower pot down, which would just hit the person walking out at a normal speed.

It was not foolproof, but if Liu Jiaming found out something, she would have no choice but to do so - there were flowers in the windows upstairs and downstairs, but she was the only one who didn't put the flower pot on the table outside the window. If she denied it, she might not be caught and there would be evidence... Maybe this was her only chance.

This flower pot was originally prepared for Zhong Chuantao. She did experiments in other places for this purpose, and calculated the speed and timing of the flower pot falling, as well as the weight that was enough to kill a person. She

swallowed dryly, estimated the speed at which the male police officer would wait for the elevator and go downstairs, turned her head to look at the closed bathroom door, hesitated for a few seconds, and made sure that there was enough time, then quickly ran to the bathroom door and opened it -

Animei suddenly frowned, and gradually even her facial features wrinkled.

She suddenly understood why the male police officer closed the door, was it because he was embarrassed?

Taking two steps back, she turned and walked to the living room window and opened it for ventilation.

If a policeman finds out that the person in the same room with him is the murderer, and it is such a super-big case, will he be so relaxed that he would go to the toilet in the murderer's house?

Moreover, if you insist on saying that such a male police officer is skilled, prudent, and highly capable...

Animei recalled that Liu Jiaming was as lively as a silly monkey, but he still couldn't suppress his inner naivety. Her

eyes fell on the potted plant she had prepared in advance by the kitchen window... Even if it was such a way of killing, it was too risky.

What's more, this male police officer came to visit her, but he was killed by the flower pot at this time. Even if she insisted that it had nothing to do with her, and she didn't know which floor the flower pot fell from, the police would still lock her up - just based on the evidence.

But if the male police officer was not looking for evidence of her murder in the bathroom, but was seriously defecating, then what reason did she have to risk exposing herself to silence him?

The nerves that had just been tense suddenly relaxed, and the murderous intent could no longer be gathered.

After another minute, Animei knew that the time for her to kill the male police officer had passed. The other party might have walked out of the building by now and could not have been hit by the flower pot.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to look at the bathroom, and went to the kitchen to get the detergent.

After the smell in the room dissipated, she carefully scrubbed the bathroom and bathtub again.

...

And Liu Jiaming, who left Animei's house, rubbed his belly and stretched his waist without any pressure.

As soon as he walked out of the community, he immediately called Yi Jiayi from a roadside phone booth.

"Eleventh sister, I got out of Guo Shuni's house safely." He still remembered the message Yi Jiayi left for him on BB call. If he didn't tell her that he was safe, she would call the police to rescue him.

That would make him embarrassed!

"Okay, let's go back to the police station. I'll be there soon." The voice on the other side sounded relieved.

"OK, I'm telling you, Eleventh sister, I have a hunch that there is definitely something wrong with this Guo Shuni!" Liu Jiaming said confidently. He was only thinking about his own business in his heart and didn't notice why Yi Jiayi was so worried about his safety.

"..." After hearing what Brother Jiaming said, Yi Jiayi on the other side of the phone was silent for a while before responding: "Really? Be careful on the road, and look forward to the clues you provide!"

"No problem, see you later." Liu Jiaming said cheerfully.

"See you later!" Jiayi's voice relaxed.

Before hanging up the phone, Liu Jiaming heard the throttle's loud buzzing sound and couldn't help muttering:

"Eleventh sister's driving skills are almost better than Brother Yue~"

On the way back, Liu Jiaming took a Dingdang car and sat on the first floor safely. He even took a nap during the swaying.

Although he was casual, he always held the confession record book in his hand firmly with both hands.