"You are really a good helper to Father Fang! Come on, young lady." Chen Guangyao stretched out his arms, and looking around the box again, he didn't feel so depressing anymore.

"Thank you, Brother Guangming." Jiayi smiled and nodded vigorously.

"What are you talking about? Father Fang or something, am I old enough? Am I old enough to be her father?" Fang Zhenyue yelled unhappily, and turned to ask Yi Jiayi: "How old are you?"

"20, sir!" Jiayi answered the superior's question seriously.

"Only 8 years older, can I have a child at the age of 8?" Fang Zhenyue was also seriously angry.

"What? You are only 28? You are a liar." Chen Guangyao's mood also improved, and the man who was frowning just now was joking with Fang Zhenyue.

Uncle Jiu crossed his arms and laughed, "Old people nowadays don't think as fast as young people. But after talking with you, I also thought of it, haha. Talking about the case with you, I feel like I have become smarter."

"Uncle Jiu, you are very smart!" Jiayi nodded seriously.

Everyone laughed for a while, and the atmosphere of this private room was completely changed.

"Closing up, we can go back to the police station!" Chen Guangyao waved and called off, and patted Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi on the shoulders, "Thanks to my colleagues in the serious crime team, finally our forensic department doesn't have to test all the tissues in the trash can."

"Wow, what did Brother Da Guangming touch with his hands?" Jiayi squatted down to avoid Chen Guangyao's hand.

"The necessary evidence must not be missing." Fang Zhenyue also took a step away, leaving Chen Guangyao's hands empty.

"I know." Chen Guangyao waved his hand and turned back to work.

Fang Zhenyue looked at Yi Jiayi and the others again, then took a deep breath, nodded, and walked out of the crime scene.

Pushing the door and walking into the private room of the 15 people who were not interrogated, Fang Zhenyue just glanced inside and said, "Thank you all for cooperating with the police. You can go home now."

"Sir, do you know who the murderer is?" Someone immediately stood up, thought about it and realized that only Zheng Lishan was not there, and asked again, "Did Lishan kill people?"

Fang Zhenyue smiled and did not answer. He withdrew his hand and walked out of the private room, and then walked to the small private room where Sanfu and Jiaming interrogated Zheng Lishan.

The moment the door was opened, Sanfu was leaning on the table with his arms, exerting pressure on Zheng Lishan to force her to confess.

Zheng Lishan turned her head away and kept her mouth shut, obviously unwilling to cooperate.

The sound of the door ringing attracted everyone's attention. Zheng Lishan's eyes were very peaceful, without any ferocious or scary intentions. She didn't look like a woman who would hurt others.

"Brother Yue." Sanfu withdrew his hands from the table and shook his head slightly at Fang Zhenyue.

"Miss Zheng, what are you looking at." Fang Zhenyue took a microphone from the small box and shook it towards Zheng Lishan.

"Mail." Zheng Lishan's voice was a little tense, but her expression was still very peaceful.

Yi Jiayi and Uncle Jiu also walked into the private room, each standing on the left and right of Sir Fang with their arms folded, like a male and a female bodyguard.

"What about this?" Fang Zhenyue said, removing the cloth cover from the topic handle.

"..." Zheng Lishan pursed her lips and was silent for a while before she spoke: "It's a lace cloth cover, what's the problem?"

"Tell me what's the problem?" Fang Zhenyue turned the cloth cover over again, turning it inside out, revealing the white interior, "If there is blood on it and fingerprints left on it, do you think we can catch the murderer?"

"..." Zheng Lishan lowered her eyes, her expression was still tense, but her hands were already clenched into fists uncontrollably.

"If you confess, you will be actively cooperating with the police in the investigation, and you will naturally get a lighter sentence when you go to court. If you keep refusing to cooperate, that's fine too. You certainly have the right to remain silent, but you probably won't be very satisfied when you are sentenced." Fang Zhenyue pulled over a chair and sat on it very leisurely. He looked at her with a smile and said lightly,

"You are a smart person. It's your choice whether to confess or not."

He looked at his watch again, "Do you want to consider it? How about I give you 5 minutes?"

"Sir, I know that the police are under a lot of pressure now because of something like this, but they can't just find someone to take the blame, right? Can I ask a lawyer for help?" Zheng Lishan gently loosened her palm, her tone was still calm, and she didn't seem nervous.

Fang Zhenyue smiled and nodded, as if he agreed with her resistance.

He wanted to describe the process of her murder so that she would not feel lucky. However, he felt that he had to say too much and it was troublesome, so he turned his head and looked behind him.

Uncle Jiu looked at him lazily and turned his eyes away subconsciously, unwilling to look at him.

Looking at Yi Jiayi on the other side, the little policewoman looked at him defenselessly. The newcomer did not understand the laziness and habits of her own detective.

"Jiayi, you describe to Miss Zheng the process of her murder and show her the ironclad evidence that our police have discovered." Fang Zhenyue tapped his finger on the table and encouraged with a smile.

"..." Yi Jiayi's eyes widened slightly.

Sir Fang! Brother Yue! Are you sure you want me to describe the process of Zheng Lishan's murder?

I have only watched the flow video for less than 2 hours, but I can still remember everything vividly!

Seeing the dumbfounded look on the policewoman's face, Fang Zhenyue thought she was worried about what she could say, so he smiled and comforted her:

"It's okay, we have solid evidence, you can say whatever you want."

Lin Wangjiu was glad that he dodged his gaze quickly just now, so that the job didn't fall on him. He nodded to encourage Yi Jiayi, saying that this was clearly an opportunity given by Fang Zhenyue to exercise himself. Xiao Shiyi deserved it, so he should work hard to speak well.

Seeing that things had come to this, Yi Jiayi had no choice but to clear her throat, think about the entry point, and then slowly began her performance:

"Miss Zheng took advantage of the fact that others were singing Huang Jiaju's "Glorious Years" and no one was paying attention to her. She quietly took off the cloth cover on her microphone, stuffed the microphone into the gap between the sofa seat and the armrest, took out the knife that had been prepared long ago, put the cloth cover on the handle, and put it into her sleeve. This is why you are wearing a long-sleeved shirt even though the weather is very hot today.

"After you stood up, the person next to you glanced at you, and you were scared at the time. Fortunately, that person just glanced at you and continued to sing in front of the TV. He didn't notice what you were doing at all.

"You quickly stood up and walked around the three steps on the left, slightly bent over and sneaked to the side of the deceased. At that time, the first chorus of the song started, and it was very noisy around. You whispered in the deceased's ear and cursed him, right?"

Gary, who returned after ensuring that the 15 people left safely, couldn't help laughing when listening to Yi Jiayi's description of the case. Is

n't Xiao Shiyi too cute?

It was the first time that Mr. Fang asked her to describe the crime in front of the murderer. She actually started telling the story, even making up the details. Was she acting in a TV drama?

Fang Zhenyue was originally worried that Yi Jiayi would not be able to tell the story smoothly, so he was ready to supplement her anytime and anywhere and help her finish the whole paragraph.

I never expected that Xiao Shiyi was a detail-oriented person, with superb eloquence, brilliant writing, and a full sense of picture.

Moreover, when did this little girl interrogate other eyewitnesses? She even asked what songs those people were singing during the time of the crime.

Not bad, she can pay attention to details to this extent, as if she was born to do this job.

After being interrogated for a long time, Sanfu was unable to utter a single word. His expression gradually became subtle.

He still remembered the first time he reenacted the crime in front of the criminal. He was stumbling and often got the order wrong. If it weren't for Fang Sir's guidance, he could have made the murderer change his confession.

How come Yi Jiayi was so logical and well-organized the first time she did this?

As for Zheng Lishan, who had either kept silent or refused to admit it, her body gradually stiffened as Yi Jiayi spoke, and her eyes looking at Yi Jiayi were gradually filled with fear.

Jiayi's voice continued, like the nightmare that Cheng Lishan could not return from:

"...You plunged the knife into the murderer's chest fiercely, fearing that he would not die, so you hesitated for a few seconds after withdrawing your hand, then grabbed the handle of the knife and pushed it hard until the blade was submerged before you withdrew your hand.

"At that time, the victim kept humming, and you deliberately put your ear close to him, wanting to hear his dead dog-like sound, only then would you feel relieved, right? In order to avoid being seen, you should have turned back immediately. But seeing him lying there like a turtle, slowly dying, you really couldn't help it, so you admired it for a while longer, until the song was almost over, and then you reluctantly turned back. When you returned to your seat, you quickly turned over the cloth cover of the microphone you had brought back, put it back on the microphone, and participated in the last few sentences of "The Glorious Years".

"Ms. Zheng, when you sang 'Welcome the glorious years, hold on to freedom in the storm', did you smile? Do you feel like the protagonist in the song, just waiting to enjoy the rainbow after the storm?"

Zheng Lishan's chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she had seen a ghost.

As Jiayi went deeper, Fang Zhenyue lost his cheerful mood and sat up slowly.

He just wanted a barbecued pork bun, but Yi Jiayi gave him a full Manchu-Han banquet.

The young policewoman had not finished her speech yet. She stared at Cheng Lishan and began to question her, concluding her speech:

"The microphone under the cloth cover is made of metal. It is very easy to leave clear fingerprints, which will not disappear after a long time. You are not a KTV waitress, so why are there fingerprints on the metal handle of the microphone?

"Also, why are there your fingerprints on the blood on the inside of the cloth cover? "

With a frown on his face, Fang Zhenyue looked at the young policewoman with a bit of amazement in his eyes:

it was her first time profiling a case, but she was able to collect so many clues, connect the clues so logically, and even supplement the murderer's psychology and reactions. This is no longer a quality that an ordinary excellent detective should have. It

is a gift that only a genius can possess!

It seems that he, as a talent scout, still underestimates Qianlima's talent.

Zheng Lishan, who was sitting opposite, was breathing so rapidly that she seemed to have asthma.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Yi Jiayi was full of fear.

Before killing Li Wanqian, she did scold him, "Go to hell, you idiot. "

After killing the man, she did listen carefully to Li Wanqian's moans, and did not stand up until she was silent. She also admired his body for a few seconds before leaving.

After returning to her seat, she only sang along with those two lines, which she thought were particularly in line with her mood and made her happy.

Why?

Why did this female police officer seem to have seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears?

Her mind was completely lost, and she almost forgot that she was fighting against the police. She could only ask in a trembling voice:

"Did Li Wanqian tell you? He... he is not dead? But I clearly... the knife was inserted so deep, it's impossible... is his heart on the right side? I know there are such people in the world. If I had known... I would have..."

Zheng Lishan was frightened by Jiayi's lies and reasoning and confessed.

"No, you did kill him. But even if Li Wanqian died, even if you gritted your teeth and refused to confess, the police would still have a way to find out the case. This is the most basic ability of a serious crime detective. Before you do evil, don't you know clearly what abilities the enemies you will face have?" Yi Jiayi asked coldly.

Liu Jiaming stared at Yi Jiayi in disbelief, howling in his heart: No!!! This is not the most basic ability of a serious crime detective!!! No!!!