Piranha Plant (6)

Meng Siqi's heart suddenly tightened, and he involuntarily walked quickly towards that direction.

The night hall was crowded and noisy. Just as two or three men walked past her laughing, the woman in the corner disappeared.

She stood in the aisle, feeling slightly lost. Amid the lively music, a familiar figure appeared in front of her. Zhao Leiting looked worried and said loudly, "I've been looking for you for a long time. Where have you been?"

"Go out first. I have something to tell you."

"Ah?" Zhao Leiting lowered his head and leaned his ear towards her.

"Go out and talk." Meng Siqi shouted into his ear.

Zhao Lei Ting reached out to touch his irritated eardrum and nodded.

The two people walked out of the dance hall and into the night. The airtightness of the dance hall was not very good, and a buzzing sound could still be heard on the street. Meng Siqi felt for a moment that her ears seemed to have lost their hearing, and the hustle and bustle of traffic on the street seemed to have lost its sound. Everything in front of her was very quiet.

Zhao Lei Ting pulled her sleeve. It turned out that he had just spoken to her, but she didn't hear clearly. She followed Zhao Lei Ting's gesture and walked to a quiet street corner.

Finally getting rid of the noise pollution in the karaoke room, Zhao Leiting looked around and saw that no one was around, so he asked, "Did you find anything?"

Meng Siqi couldn't fully confirm what she saw, so she said with some suspicion: "I'm not sure, it's too dark in there, do you still remember Song Xinran?"

It wasn’t long since Song Xinran came to the bureau to visit Jin Yaming last time. Zhao Leiting should remember it, and he nodded decisively.

"Today I saw a woman in the karaoke bar, and she saw me. I had a feeling she was Song Xinran."

"Are you sure?"

"Not sure, it was only a second or two, and she disappeared."

Zhao Lei Ting thought for a moment and said, "When Sun Beizhe disappeared in the singing hall, many people actually drew her portrait. The three portraits that were left at the end were relatively realistic, but we still couldn't determine who she was. Even if it was Song Xinran, it couldn't prove that she was the murderer who kidnapped Sun Beizhe."

Meng Siqi agreed with what Zhao Leiting said. The nightclub was a hodgepodge of people, and the environment was noisy and dark. Perhaps Song Xinran had indeed been there that day and had chatted with Sun Beizhe. She had a more outstanding appearance, and the portrait she was drawn in the end might be clearer, but it certainly could not prove that Song Xinran was the murderer who kidnapped Sun Beizhe.

The two did not stop and took their own buses back. On the bus, she was thinking about a question: Song Xinran killed Fu Songan. If she was also the murderer who kidnapped Sun Beizhe, and if she was also involved in the murder of Hu Dingxiang, then what kind of person would she be?

A inhuman, insane female devil!

She had met Song Xinran before, and at least she couldn't see any evil side in her appearance.

You can't judge a person by his appearance. Perhaps the real Song Xinran might be more terrifying than she imagined.

At night, Meng Siqi returned to the bedroom and took out her notebook. She wanted to try her best to "draw" the real Song Xinran.

She was very beautiful and had great temperament, and must be the type that men would like. Sun Beizhe might have fallen in love with her at first sight that night.

Her inner world may be complicated. Fu Song'an was her college tutor. He was tall, knowledgeable, young and promising. She must have loved Fu Song'an, so when she graduated from college, she did not choose to find a job, but followed Fu Song'an and became an assistant in his studio.

Fu Songan may indeed be in need of an assistant. This job is suitable for someone who is meticulous and has professional knowledge. Song Xinran had excellent grades in college, so it is not surprising that she became Fu Songan's assistant.

In the studio, they must have established a deep friendship, and Song Xinran also expressed her love in this closed space. When Fu Songan's wife Pan Chun was pregnant, she took the initiative to deliver meals to Fu Songan.

Moreover, on Fu Songan's birthday, she ordered a birthday cake for him, but she sent it to Pan Chun. Was she trying to assert her sovereignty and tell Pan Chun that she was Fu Songan's woman?

What made Song Xinran kill him? She clearly loved Fu Songan, but she killed him?

Was it resentment or betrayal? Pan Chun said that she had a big fight with Fu Songan and divorced him.

Regardless of whether Fu Song'an had feelings for Song Xinran or not, he would not want to divorce since they already had a daughter, so he took the initiative to suggest that Song Xinran leave the studio.

Song Xinran has placed too much emotion in this studio. She could have found a better formal job, but she wasted four years here. She was a pure and lively female student then, but now she is living a vain life among corpses and organs in the dark.

Everything she did was for Fu Song'an. However, when she knew that Fu Song'an had "betrayed" her, she must have been disheartened, as if she had lost everything in her life. She picked up a scalpel and stabbed him hard in the back.

The pencil lead suddenly broke on the notebook, and the carbon ink spilled onto the paper filled with keywords, staining the white paper, as if a woman's pure heart was filled with resentment and jealousy.

Meng Siqi's profile of Song Xinran has come to an end. Maybe this is not the real Song Xinran, but it is definitely close to her.

If the Sun Beizhe case is to be solved, then the relationship between her and Fu Songan must be found out, because that is the starting point of all the clues. Fu Songan "disappeared" first, and Sun Beizhe and Hu Dingxiang died afterwards, so Meng Siqi must find the original truth.

In the following time, Meng Siqi and Zhao Leiting discussed and tracked Song Xinran's whereabouts. The two drove the police reserve car and parked it near the pharmacy during the day. They found that Song Xinran went to work normally every day, checked medicines in the pharmacy, recommended medicines to customers seriously, and would take the initiative to greet customers when they left.

At dusk, Song Xinran got off work as usual. She had her own rented house, but during the week, she did not go back to her own place every day, but returned to Jin Yaming's photo studio.

She walked into the photo studio, closed the iron door, and then there was no movement. The only thing we could tell from the light in the window was that she was going to stay there.

In the car, Zhao Leiting asked: "Jin Yaming was arrested, why did she come to the photo studio?"

Meng Siqi also didn't understand. It was obvious that Song Xinran didn't really love Jin Yaming, so why did she go back to the photo studio?

It was past ten o'clock that evening. Zhao Leiting yawned repeatedly and told Meng Siqi that it was time to call it a day.

The door of the photo studio suddenly opened and Song Xinran walked out. The two of them immediately became alert. They saw Song Xinran walk for a while and hailed a car at the intersection.

Zhao Leiting hurriedly drove after them. The taxi stopped at the karaoke bar. Song Xinran got out of the taxi and walked into the karaoke bar.

Meng Siqi really didn't want to go to the karaoke bar again, but he had no choice but to follow them in. This time they had experience, so they found a dark corner to observe. They found that Song Xinran ordered a glass of wine at the bar, and then sat down at a table for two to sip it.

Occasionally, a man would come up to chat with her, but Song Xinran would just shake her head indifferently and ignore them.

After sitting in the karaoke bar for less than an hour, Song Xinran got up and left. The car followed her to her residence, not the photo studio.

Everything seemed too normal. Zhao Leiting sighed and said, "It seems that there is no point in following this."

Meng Siqi already had some evidence, but it was too difficult to convict Song Xinran. She felt caught between a rock and a hard place. She made up her mind: "I'll talk to my master tomorrow to see if it's necessary to summon Song Xinran."

"Okay, at least she has to explain the private studio for now."

The next day, Meng Siqi walked to Feng Shaomin's desk and said, "Master, I have been investigating Song Xinran's case for some time and have some ideas that I would like to report to you."

Feng Shaomin put down his pen and nodded happily. The two walked into the conference room. Meng Siqi handed her recent investigation and psychological profile of Song Xinran to Feng Shaomin.

Except for the footage of Song Xinran killing Fu Song'an, which had no evidence to confirm and was not written on the notebook, all other investigation information was written in the notebook.

Feng Shaomin read it carefully and nodded at last. "Xiao Meng, your investigation is very detailed. You suspect Song Xinran killed Fu Songan. Your analysis of the criminal motive and psychology is good, but you are lacking some evidence."

"It's because we lack evidence, Master. I wonder if we can ask Song Xinran to come to the bureau. I have a lot of questions I want to ask her in person."

Sometimes, talking to a suspect face to face can indeed obtain the most valuable clues. Feng Shaomin thought about it, nodded again and said, "Okay, call Song Xinran, I will think of a solution together."

Meng Siqi was very excited. Since his master agreed, then the interrogation of Song Xinran might have a chance of success.

In the afternoon, Song Xinran sat in the interrogation room. She seemed to have known the outcome from the moment she entered the room. Her expression was calm, even a little cold. This made her originally clear temperament even more stunning.

She sat in the chair, her posture quiet and standard, as if this was not an interrogation room but a beautiful piano room, and she was about to play a piece of music.

Before entering the interrogation room, Meng Siqi had no idea what was going on, even though she had done a lot of work.

Zhao Leiting suddenly came over and handed him a few photos. "I found the photos of Fu Songan you asked for."

Before, she didn't even have a photo of Fu Song'an in her hand. The photos she was holding at this time were photos of Fu Song'an on certain occasions in school. He had a tall and straight figure and a unique temperament. As she looked at them, her hand stopped and a strange thought swirled in her mind.

She suddenly had an urge to solve the mystery.

When I walked into the interrogation room, I saw Song Xinran's calm and cold face, and the courage to face the enemy slowly grew from the bottom of my heart.

Feng Shaomin also participated in the interrogation this time, but he was just a spectator. Zhao Leiting took notes, and Meng Siqi sat opposite Song Xinran. She had a calm expression and looked at Song Xinran with sharp eyes.

Song Xinran's pale red lips moved, revealing an unnatural smile, "Hello, Officer Meng."

"Name?" Meng Siqi asked seriously.

Song Xinran uttered a light tone of disdain in his nasal voice: "Song Xinran."

After asking for basic information, Meng Siqi said straight to the point: "Song Xinran, please recall some details before Fu Songan disappeared."

Song Xinran smiled and said, "Officer Meng, you don't really suspect that I killed Fu Songan, do you? He went missing when he left the country, and I don't have the ability to kill him abroad."

"Answer my questions seriously, Song Xinran!" Meng Siqi said sternly.

Song Xinran pursed her red lips and said nonchalantly, "Okay, I'll cooperate. Professor Fu has an organ specimen research exchange with Southeast Asia. He got a visa in advance. He left the country normally that day. You can check his exit record."

Fu Song'an's exit records were indeed on file, otherwise he would not have been judged as missing abroad at the beginning.

Meng Siqi asked calmly, "I'm not asking you that, but what happened in the studio the night before?"

The information sent by Fu Song'an was that he left for abroad early in the morning, but Meng Siqi saw the scene of his murder the night before with her own eyes. She wanted Song Xinran to recall the scene of that night in person.

Song Xinran placed her hands on the table, her red nails lightly touching each other. She did not look flustered as Meng Siqi had expected, but remained calm. She smiled and said, "You must have heard some rumors and thought that I was Professor Fu's mistress, thinking that he couldn't bear to part with me that night and wanted to have sex with me..."

Meng Siqi was speechless for a moment. She had not expected that the cold and beautiful Song Xinran would be so frivolous in her words. It seemed that she had indeed underestimated her before.

Feng Shaomin shouted coldly: "Song Xinran, you'd better be serious."

"I am very serious," Song Xinran said calmly, "Professor Fu has his own life. I am just his assistant. You said where he was going and what he wanted to do. What can I do? He was working in the studio that night. If it was too late, he would sleep in the lounge next to the studio. As for when he left, who should I ask?"

"What did you talk about that night?" Meng Siqi asked.

"I don't remember exactly, it took too long. Usually when he finishes work, I mean work in the studio, he will write something on his desk. This is his habit. I usually don't disturb him."

"When he was writing seriously," Meng Siqi suddenly probed, "you looked up at his back for a long, long time... He was wearing a white uniform, just like he was in school, respected and tall. You had been sitting in that position, looking up at him every day, but he was gradually out of your control. Facing the loss of control, you became panicked, and at that time, an amazing idea came into your mind..."

As Meng Siqi spoke, she checked Song Xinran's expression. She found that there was finally something strange in her eyes. The bright black eyes seemed to be intentionally avoiding her gaze, shaking a little, and not looking directly at her.

Meng Siqi had no direct evidence, and her description ended. It was not yet time for her to tell the story of Song Xinran killing someone. Otherwise, if the other party denied it, she would have no more cards to play in the future.

After a while, Song Xinran snorted with contempt and slowly forced out a smile: "This is all your fantasy. Do you police rely on imagination to solve cases? If there is no evidence, please let me go. You are restricting the freedom of legal citizens! I can sue you!"

Song Xinran was different from other suspects. She was too calm and was an excellent student. Medical students needed to have a high level of calmness when dealing with blood and corpses, and these strengthened her armor during the interrogation.

Meng Siqi must show his sharp sword!