Wen Qing held the cup of water and drank it in small sips.
He lowered his eyes and asked 001 in his heart: [Are you still angry? ]
001: [No.]
001: [I am not a human being, I will not get angry. ]
This must be angry.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then apologized slowly: [I’m sorry.]
001 sneered.
Wen Qing thought about it, recalled the words that made 001 angry, and said: [You are right, I am normal. ]
001: [……]
Wen Qing put down the water cup and was about to say something, when suddenly, Yang Fan's voice came from the interrogation room.
"It wasn't me."
"I didn't kill anyone else, nor did I send harassing text messages to Wen Qing."
After saying that, Yang Fan turned his head and glanced at the one-way glass, as if he knew that many people were looking at him.
"Mr. Yang, if you confess, you will be treated leniently; if you resist, you will be treated severely."
Yang Fan closed his eyes and lowered the corners of his mouth. He stopped talking and let his lawyer take charge of the negotiations.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked at Yang Fan's profile, the feeling of something being wrong in his heart becoming stronger and stronger.
Is Yang Fan really the murderer?
Xiao Chen saw what he was thinking, stepped forward, and whispered to Wen Qing, "Criminals like Yang Fan must have thought of a back-up plan."
"He denies killing other people, and then he can easily blame it on mental illness."
"And the final verdicts for murderers, serial killers, and psychopathic murderers are all different."
Wen Qing nodded, not quite understanding.
What Xiao Chen said sounded reasonable, but he still felt it was a little strange.
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at Xing Ze, wanting to hear what he thought.
Xing Ze frowned slightly and asked Xiao Chen, "What did Uncle Sun and the others say?"
Xiao Chen scratched his head: "They also think that it was all done by Yang Fan."
"The first victim was his wife, and the second was Yao Qian, a resident of the same residential complex. Yao Qian may have filmed him feeding human flesh to the cat, and then he was brutally murdered."
Wen Qing waited for a while, but nothing happened. He couldn't help but ask, "What about the others? Why did you kill them?"
Xiao Chen sighed and explained, "People like this usually can't stop once they've tasted the pleasure of killing. The next few victims may not be related to Yang Fan. It's likely that Yang Fan was just in a momentary mood and wanted to have some fun."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is there any evidence to prove that he killed those people?"
Xiao Chen spoke truthfully: "They are testing the garage. Since they can find Li Fei's DNA on the chainsaw, they should be able to find other people's DNA in some corners."
Wen nodded lightly, lowering his eyes, a little puzzled.
It's been half a year, why did Yang Fan still leave evidence?
He does such a good job on the surface, why would he be careless in this aspect?
Xing Ze's voice suddenly rang out from above his head: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing asked quietly, "I was wondering why Yang Fan didn't clean up the garage?"
Xing Ze pursed his lips, looked at Yang Fan in the interrogation room, and said hesitantly: "Perhaps there is always a loophole in a hundred precautions."
There was a lot of dust in the garage and the test results could not be obtained in a short time. In addition, the case was finally solved, so the criminal police officer who had been busy for a month was able to leave work early and got a week's vacation.
Wen Qing has been very tired during this period and has experienced the difficulties of being a corporate slave in advance.
The only advantage is that I sleep soundly every day, without nightmares, and sleep until dawn.
The next day, Wen Qing slept until noon.
He got up, but Xing Ze hadn't gotten up yet and was still sleeping soundly in the next room.
Wen Qing ordered a takeout and checked the surveillance footage from yesterday.
As soon as I turned on the laptop, the computer would not boot up, got stuck on the boot screen, and kept restarting.
Wen Qing had never been able to deal with this kind of electronic equipment, so he searched the Internet for a solution.
Before he could find a way, the doorbell rang.
"Brother, are you home?"
Wen Qing opened the door, and Ji Sheng walked directly into the room. He sat on the sofa as if he was familiar with the place, and picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms: "Cousin, are you still sleeping?"
Wen nodded lightly and asked casually, "How do you know?"
Ji Sheng blinked: "I guessed."
Wen Qing didn't think much about it and asked again: "Are you here to play games?"
"No," Ji Sheng shook his head and said to him, "I'm here to call you and your cousin downstairs for dinner."
Wen Qing was stunned. He didn't want to eat.
Just as he was about to decline by saying that he had something to do and couldn't go, and let Xing Ze go alone, Ji Sheng sighed and said quietly, "My little dad asked me to go abroad right after the college entrance exam."
"This may be our last dinner."
As he said that, Ji Sheng tilted his head to look at him: "Brother, you won't not go, will you?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth, the words of refusal turned around his lips, but he swallowed them and said, "Yes."
He thought, since Xing Ze was there, nothing would happen.
"Yeah!" Ji Sheng cheered and saw the computer on the coffee table, "Brother, your computer is broken."
Wen nodded lightly: "If it's broken, it's broken."
It won’t be used soon anyway.
"Let me see." Ji Sheng picked up the notebook and tapped on the keyboard with both hands.
A few seconds later, Wen Qingbian saw the screen jump from one interface he couldn't understand to another interface he couldn't understand.
Ji Sheng hummed: "Your Software Distribution package is damaged."
Wen Qing looked confused. What was that thing?
Ji Sheng didn't explain and continued typing on the keyboard.
Not long after, the computer started up successfully.
Wen Qing was shocked. He had hardly touched a computer in high school, let alone repaired one.
The startup music sounded, and Xing Ze walked out of the bedroom. While brushing his teeth, he looked at Ji Sheng and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ji Sheng said with a smile: "I'm here to tell you to come downstairs for dinner."
"I helped my brother fix his computer by the way."
Xing Ze paused and looked at Wen Qing: "Let's go for dinner?"
Wen nodded gently.
Xing Ze hummed and asked Ji Sheng casually, "Why didn't I know you could repair computers?"
Ji Sheng put the notebook into Wen Qing's arms and looked at Xing Ze with curved eyebrows: "Cousin, there are many things you don't know."
"Brother, I'm leaving first."
"See you this afternoon."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Qing and Xing Ze went downstairs together.
Ji Yu was the only one in the living room, reading a book on the sofa.
Wen Qing had just changed into slippers and entered the house. The kitchen door opened. Xia Yansi glanced at the living room and his eyes fell on Wen Qing: "You came at the right time. Help me in the kitchen."
Wen Qing immediately looked at Xing Ze. He didn't want to be alone with Xia Yansi.
Xing Ze took the initiative and said, "I'll do it."
Xia Yansi nodded, glanced at Wen Qing, and said, "Wen Qing, help me get two bottles of Armagnac from the wine cabinet."
The wine cabinet was in the living room. Wen Qing found the wine Xia Yansi wanted from a bunch of red wines and walked towards the kitchen.
Xing Ze was wearing an apron, cutting and washing vegetables, looking very virtuous.
Wen Qingduo glanced at him twice, and Xia Yansi's voice rang out from the side: "Help me open it, thank you."
Wen Qing did as she was told and turned around to find two bird cages on the marble countertop in the kitchen, with four glass bottles next to the bird cages.
Wen Qing's attention was soon attracted by a few birds.
Four light brown little birds chirped and peeked around. They looked two sizes bigger than before and seemed to be well-fed.
Wen Qing was a little confused as to why these birds were placed in the kitchen. After handing the wine to Xia Yansi, he asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to take them out?"
Xia Yansi glanced at him and said, "They are still useful."
Wen Qing was at a loss, what's the use.
The next second, Xia Yansi opened the birdcage, bent his fingers slightly, and one of the buntings stood on his hand.
He turned sideways and put the bunting into one of the glass bottles.
The little bird stood in the glass bottle and pecked at the bottle curiously, making a crisp sound.
Xia Yansi glanced at Wen Qing: "Pour the wine."
"Ah?" Wen Qing was slightly startled, walked to another empty bottle, and was about to pour the wine.
A hand reached out in front of him and pressed against the mouth of the bottle.
Xia Yansi tapped the glass bottle containing the bunting with his fingertips: "Here."
Wen Qing now realized that what Xia Yansi had just said about being useful was referring to the fact that these birds were useless.
"Are you going to drown it in wine?"
Xia Yansi looked at his shocked expression and frowned slightly: "This is a famous French dish."
“Soak the bunting in brandy, roast it, pour white wine over it, set it on fire, and eat it whole.”
Wen Qing's hands froze: "I don't know."
"I thought they were pets."
Xia Yansi glanced at the bunting that was tilting its head in the cage, his eyes without any emotion, and said lightly: "They are just food."
After that, Xia Yansi took the bottle from Wen Qing and said to him, "You can go out now."
Wen Qing left the kitchen and sat on the sofa in a daze.
When he came to his senses, Ji Sheng walked out of the bedroom and sat next to him playing games.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask Ji Sheng: "Aren't those buntings your pets?"
"No," Ji Sheng glanced at him and tilted his head, "It's just an appetizer."
"Brother, don't you like it?"
"Little dad's cooking skills are very good."
Wen Qing pursed her lips. It turned out that the appetizer was really an appetizer...
He whispered, "I-I thought this was one of your pets."
Hearing this, Ji Sheng suddenly laughed: "We won't keep such a pet."
Wen Qing was stunned. Didn’t you say last time that you wanted to raise a rare bird?
Just as I was wondering, suddenly, a cell phone vibrated and made a harsh friction sound on the coffee table.
Wen Qing picked it up subconsciously, looked at the screen, and found that it was Xing Ze's phone.
It’s Xiao Chen’s call.
Wen Qing picked up her phone and went to the kitchen to find Xing Ze.
Xing Ze was busy and had no hands free, so Wen Qing held the phone to his ear.
Xiao Chen's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Squadron, we found someone else's DNA in the garage. We worked overtime to organize the materials and have handed them over to the procuratorate."
Xing Ze hummed and said to him, "I understand. Have a good rest for a few days."
"Okay, I'll hang up first."
Wen Qing had never been involved in a real case. He put away his phone and asked Xing Ze in confusion, "What does it mean to transfer it to the procuratorate?"
Xing Ze explained: "The procuratorate will compile the materials and file a public prosecution with the court, and then the court will hear the case, pronounce a verdict, and make a ruling... The case is truly over."
Wen Qing was slightly stunned. Are there so many procedures?
"How long will that take?"
Xing Ze: "From three to four months to half a year."
At least three months?
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide. His main mission only lasted two months...
It is impossible to wait until the case is actually over before the mission is completed.
The advanced task is to assist the police in finding the murderer of the serial disappearances...
Wen Qing's expression changed.
Yang Fan is not the murderer in the missing case at all.
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