Chapter 151
While watching the live broadcast, Chen He took a piece of hotel stationery and quickly wrote and drew with a pencil to sort out his thoughts.
Zhu Zangmo and Fu Weiru's goals are very clear.
The two worked together to put the blame for harming Qiu Yue onto the dead Xing Yao.
They also took turns throwing dirty water at Xing Yuping.
When Zhu Zangmo talked about Xing Yuping, there was a hint of pleasure beneath his constant expressions of sympathy.
She was unhappy, and he was happy.
That's hate.
Zhu Zangmo hates Xing Yuping.
Fu Weiru claimed to be a witness and proved that Zhu Zangmo was with her on the night Qiu Yue was murdered.
But they must have known that testimony between spouses has limited validity. Their false testimony would have little effect, and the police would not readily believe it.
So they need a smokescreen to blur the police's target.
They didn't know that the police had already speculated about the special relationship between Zhu Zangmo and Xing Yao.
They couldn't wait to create an opportunity, and Fu Weiru came forward to hand over Xing Yuping's diary, guiding the police to focus on the "father-son relationship".
Naturally, the police will use this incident as a breakthrough point and try to use interrogation techniques to break through Zhu Zangmo's psychological defenses and get the truth out.
Unexpectedly, the "father and son" were just bluffing.
Zhu Zangmo directly denied it and accepted the DNA test calmly.
What happened was that he cared about the friendship between his classmates and took care of his old friend's son.
The great painter's personal morality is not only flawless, but also adds a halo of "doing his utmost benevolence and righteousness".
Fu Weiru was described as a "jealous woman" with little brains.
If you don't have much brains, you won't tell lies.
It made her testimony seem more genuine.
The police's tactics were disrupted and they were put on the defensive.
…
Chen He was genuinely surprised as he drew lines and arrows between these events.
Every step is planned carefully, with a series of strategies!
This couple is really greedy and doesn't want to suffer any loss!
"Is it really that leak-proof?" She sighed, leaning her pencil against her chin as she stared at the screen. Without the microphone on, no one could hear.
Immediately, she shook her head and wrote two more words in pencil: Weibo. Then she circled it with the tip of her pen.
Qiu Yue's Weibo post exposed their crimes. They couldn't have posted it voluntarily.
There must have been something wrong with the couple's plan.
Chen He wrote down three more words: Cotton Clothes Sister.
The unidentified lady in cotton coat was the flaw in their plan to escape punishment.
On the screen, the inquiry has entered the next stage.
After the long case, Gao Ying asked, "Zhu Zangmo, Qiu Yue's Weibo content was recently made public, in which she mentioned that you had violated her multiple times. You must answer truthfully: Is the Weibo report true?"
"Nonsense!" Zhu Zangmo suddenly became furious and raised his voice sharply.
The Buddhist beads in his hand trembled loudly: "I, Zhu Zangmo, have been painting for decades. I live a clean life and paint in a disciplined manner!
"I've achieved some success over the years, but I don't know who blocked my path, but they tried to frame me with a few fabricated Weibo posts!
"It's so easy to alter the content and dates of things online, or to fabricate something completely out of thin air. How can you, the judicial authorities, trust them so easily?"
Gao Ying was not upset by his indignant words and also raised her voice: "According to technical analysis, the Weibo account is registered with real name and is indeed Qiu Yue's account.
"All Weibo posts can be confirmed to be original posts uploaded five years ago, and the content has not been modified."
Zhu Zangmo stared with bloodshot eyes: "Whether it was posted by Qiu Yue herself or someone else wrote it using her phone, it's all a rumor!"
Zhu Zangmo angrily slammed the armrest, his Buddhist beads rattling against the wood. "Everyone in the industry knows that I, Zhu Zangmo, hate to be a scoundrel in my life!
"All my students can testify that I treat them like my own children and never overstep the boundaries of teaching!
"You think you can ruin my reputation and insult my character just by spreading rumors and slander? You're dreaming!
"Because of the Weibo incident, I was cyberbullied and even received harassing phone calls!
"I will never let this matter go. I will definitely use legal means to get to the bottom of this!"
Gao Ying remained calm and took a sip of hot water. "Don't worry. I'm just checking with you.
"Then according to your analysis, who framed you, and why?"
Zhu Zangmo suddenly became dejected, looked up to the sky and sighed, saying with difficulty: "Actually, I don't want to say it. The person who framed me is most likely Qiu Yue herself!"
Gao Ying frowned: "Why did Qiu Yue frame you?"
“Well…” Zhu Zang hesitated and said, looking embarrassed, “Comrade police officer, you have never been a teacher, so you may not understand.
“Innocent and naive little girls often develop a sense of admiration for older male teachers.
"Especially a teacher like me who has achieved some success."
Zhu Zangmo raised his head, a look of complacency on his face, "They are too young to distinguish between admiration and love.
“Qiu Yue…had developed the wrong feelings for me and had expressed her affection for me before.
"Of course I rejected her sternly! She must have fabricated those Weibo posts out of love turning into hate..."
"Wow……"
Gao Ying suddenly bent down and spat a mouthful of water on the ground.
Zhu Zangmo had to stop.
Gao Ying straightened up, wiped his mouth, and said, "Sorry, it's a bit nauseous."
The wrinkles at the corners of Zhu Zangmo's mouth twitched: "Officer, what do you mean?"
Gao Ying raised a finger and was about to say something.
In the empty hall, a low chuckle suddenly sounded, like a gust of cold wind blowing past.
"Oh……"
Zhu Zangmo shuddered suddenly and looked around in fear: "Who is laughing?"
A faint voice drifted over: "Principal Zhu, does your arm still hurt?"
Zhu Zangmo stood up suddenly: "Who is talking!"
The two policemen glanced at the phone on the stand with an awkward expression. The small speaker beneath the "Professional Consultant" profile picture was pulsing.
Gao Ying waved his hand, palm facing downward. "Our professional consultant is speaking. Zhu Zangmo, calm down and sit down."
"No!" Zhu Zangmo looked around and said sternly, "This is clearly, clearly..."
The female voice came again: "Principal Zhu? Are you looking for me?"
The cold wind came in through the gaps in the old doors and windows, making the woman's voice drift like a wisp of spider silk.
Zhu Zangmo left his seat and walked around the center of the hall, muttering fearfully, "It's Qiu Yue... It's Qiu Yue!"
"What happened to him?" The two policemen were stunned.
The two men stood up and walked towards him, trying to comfort him.
Zhu Zangmo pinched the Shurangama Mantra pendant on his Buddhist beads and raised it in front of him: "Don't come over! Back off, back off!"
Gao Ying hurriedly said, "Zhu Zangmo, look carefully, I am a police officer."
Zhu Zangmo's eyes were wide open, but his gaze was unfocused, as if he couldn't see the police in front of him.
His ashen face was covered with wrinkles like cracks on a clay figurine's face. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Qiu Yue..."
His eyes rolled as he scanned the dimly lit hall, "Qiu Yue! Where are you hiding?"
A gentle breeze came from nowhere, blowing up the prayer flags and making their shadows grow longer and shorter.
Zhu Zangmo turned around abruptly: "Is it hidden there?"
He screamed in fear and threw the Buddhist beads away. They hit the pillar and broke the string, and the beads and pendants rolled all over the floor.
The two policemen, giving him the creeps, discussed with each other:
"He seems mentally unstable." "Is he hysterical?"
"What should we do?" "Catch him?"
"Will it make the irritation worse?" "Hurry up and check it online..."
Zhu Zangmo searched around like a headless fly, and suddenly shouted, "So you're here!"
He stood in the middle of the hall, raised his right arm high, rolled down his sleeves, revealing a butterfly-shaped tattoo on his forearm.
He stared at the tattoo fiercely and grinned: "I got you!"
He suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed the tattoo fiercely, digging his nails into the flesh, as if trying to peel off the skin!
His right arm was immediately covered in blood from the scratches he made.
The two policemen were shocked: "Quick, quick, stop him!"
The two men rushed forward and held down his two hands respectively.
Zhu Zangmo struggled desperately, with incredible strength, as if he wanted to break his arm.
Zheng Cai was sweating profusely: "Why are you so strong? Are you possessed by evil spirits?"
Gao Ying tried hard to hold Zhu Zangmo down: "Be more firm in your thinking! Don't fall into feudal superstition!"
Zhu Zangmo suddenly stopped struggling, raised his face, and looked straight towards the direction of the palace gate.
The two policemen couldn't help but follow his gaze.
There was only a live broadcast stand and a mobile phone standing there, and behind it was a closed temple door. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
Zhu Zangmo's eyes were focused between the door and the bracket, as if he saw something.
His face was filled with horror, cold sweat trickling down his wrinkles, and three words emerged from between his clattering teeth: "Lu...Shu...Ping..."
An unfamiliar name.
The two looked at each other. "Who is Lu Shuping?" "Brother... the point is, there's no one there!"
Zhu Zangmo stared at that spot intently and asked nervously, "Lu Shuping, how did you get out of the wooden man?"
He lowered his voice mysteriously: "Why is your tongue so long?"
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