"An overdose...you should have known that would happen-"
The simulated sound from the electronic device suddenly stopped.
Beep-beep-beep-
After many transmissions and copies, the sound simulated by electronic equipment has become somewhat blurry and even harsh.
The sound quality is as bumpy as the burrs on the broken section of low-quality plastic, which underlines the rare tranquility in the air after the recording has been played several times.
The desk lamp with natural light setting fills the desk with bright yellow light. The laptop was placed casually on the other side of the table, and a blank piece of letter paper lay in the brightest place, held down by an old-fashioned flip phone, so that it was not swept away by the breeze blowing in from the window.
Even the black hoodie with the sleeves hanging down on both sides in front of the seat and draped on someone's back was covered in a warm color.
The young man who was lazily slumped on the back of the chair stretched slightly, and then realized that he was a little disheveled.
He slowly pulled up his sleeves and put them on, then played with the loose hair on his temples that had not been cut for a long time and had grown too fast - the ends of his hair were naturally curly, which was really suitable for curling on his fingertips. Toys you are gifted with at birth.
He was playing, but when he lost interest, he turned his head slightly, turned his eyes away, and glanced lazily at the clock hanging next to the desk.
"Well, the time is almost up, but... let's not rest for another minute."
He muttered to himself, yawned loudly again, and made the largest movement from beginning to end.
He stretched and retracted his arms, quickly picked up the small mobile phone, and then threw it into the hanging hood of the hoodie hanging behind him without looking back.
The throw was accurate, it didn't bounce or slip out - he even smiled proudly to himself.
Then he slammed his whole body onto the back of the chair with a loud bang.
He closed his eyes, as if he was seriously planning to sleep again and was fully prepared for it. .
"Although it seems to be in danger." He suddenly said in the silence.
Still closing his eyes, he nodded and muttered softly.
Liang An rarely lost interest, largely because he felt like he was being calculated, especially the doctor he brought back, Tong Hongguang, who had made a certain breakthrough in the case.
It's not that he's worried about the world being in chaos - he's eager to solve the case early and go home to sleep. But the strange feeling of being led around is even more unpleasant than working overtime.
There are still many mysteries that remain unresolved, but Dr. Tong seems to have unilaterally closed the case on his own, and tied the entire development of the matter into a seemingly flawless string.
Mature suspects should learn to interrogate themselves. Liang An, who is lazy at work, has always felt this way.
But intuitively speaking, such "mature" suspects are more suspicious than those who remain silent.
But he really couldn't find any other flaws for the time being, so he could only hold his nose and follow the suspect's eldest brother's advice, which seemed to be very appropriate.
"Doctor Tong, drink tea."
Shao Zi poured two cups of tea and smiled. There was no trace of his mental activity at the moment, but his words and deeds were still so out of place - he was alone in the same room with the suspect in the interrogation room, but he seemed to be an acquaintance. Friends met to chat in a teahouse.
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood for the moment." Tong Hongguang said with a bitter smile. His reaction was normal. He put his hands on his knees and made some small movements, as if he couldn't sit still after being treated so friendly. He was a little at a loss.
"It's okay, relax. Why don't you tell me more about your side..."
The purpose of Tong Hongguang's confession really has to be doubted.
Liang An was on the other side of the single-sided glass in the interrogation room, watching Tong Hongguang repeat what he had said before.
He didn't think Shao Zi was really that calm and composed. Especially for someone like Shao Zi who is very good at pretending.
It is true that he can transform the interrogation process he desires into reality, but following the rules is also a common problem.
When there is a lack of precedent and no idea of what is the optimal solution, the more unexpected his attitude and actions are, the more chaotic his psychology actually becomes.
You knew he was talking nonsense, but even if you wanted to expose him, it still felt like your fist had been punched into cotton.
Tong Hongguang's own psychological quality is indeed good enough - but perhaps this is also thanks to Liang An himself who gave Dr. Tong a scare in advance. After experiencing such an unexpected "coincidence", nothing could break his psychological preparation.
Liang An watched Tong Hongguang continue his sincere narrative and touched his chin.
Deep in his heart, there was always a voice arguing with him at this moment. Even though he didn't want to hear this sarcastic and sinister voice - he wanted to hear something else.
[If it were me, I would start with motivation. 】
If the voice has substance, Liang An will not hit the person, but will find a way to prevent the person from speaking out - even though it is undeniable that the rebellious and confrontational psychology can also help solve the case.
The initial doubt stemmed from the fact that it was difficult to believe that the reason for Ma Jun's suicide was so simple.
All murders have an inherent line of thinking. From the "initiation" to the final execution, there must be its own context. Whether it's killing others or killing yourself.
And assuming that there are traces of the first vein appearing in a person at the same time, and the second vein appearing immediately after, it is largely not a coincidence.
As with many serial killers, killing the first person is often a precursor to killing the second person - he or she becomes obsessed with this behavior because of the first connection. From a certain perspective, although Ma Jun's second murder target was himself, it was definitely inseparable from the first case.
Obviously, Tong Hongguang's description of mistakenly taking drugs due to cognitive disorder of the disease does not belong to the sequel of this "serial murder".
Things that are hastily attributed to coincidence are often not coincidences at all, and a person who is clearly out of touch by not being present, but who is naturally trying to put the blame on himself is worthy of suspicion about his motives.
Ma Jun's motives, and Tong Hongguang's motives. Their desires prompted the development of the case, but at the same time, they may also be inextricably linked to each other.
[Are you sure Ma Jun is the murderer in the first case? 】
The voice was extremely conceited, as if he was peering into an unknown secret. Liang An only felt that this voice was filled with arrogance and arrogance.
Ma Jun did write a suicide note. Among them, he described the process of his involvement in the first case - which was basically consistent with the police's deduction. No one except the murderer or the supposed accomplice of the murderer could know.
He does have the corresponding physical qualities, and there are many other people who are actually related to him that have been found through Internet surveys. Unexpectedly, his true identity has surprised people several times.
Either they were women and children, who lacked the strength to complete such a brutal massacre and the tedious and arduous process; or they were slightly different in height, which did not match the height range that the surveillance could only provide, and their strength as suspects was slightly less convincing. otaku.
The only other person who barely passed the screening that met the conditions was the archer who provided the clues - although all other conditions were met, because of his special profession, there were a large number of people who could give him alibi.
All other suspicious options have been eliminated, so in any case, Ma Jun is indeed the most likely culprit of the murder - although he did not leave any loopholes, so there is no definite evidence yet.
But there is no evidence, after all, there is no evidence.
[Then what are you going to do? 】
He could even hear the ridicule contained in these words as loud as ever, like a crow.
"Nothing to do." Liang An smiled indifferently. As the words came out of his mouth, he remembered that he was talking to himself. It was a little embarrassing, but luckily there was no one around.
He took a deep breath and touched his chest subconsciously. Then he remembered something and put on one earphone.
After processing it for a while, he reconnected the audible connection on his side.
"What should I do?" This was someone else's voice, a male voice on the phone. At this time, there was a little doubt, "Is the case almost closed?"
"No." Liang An took out his phone, played with it twice, closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to hear the voice in his heart screaming with unspeakable viciousness.
But he knew very well that it was an irrelevant hallucination, and explained casually: "Tong Hongguang is still repeating his same routine. The clue has been temporarily cut off."
"If Ma Jun can perfectly handle the crime scene in the clean villa area, there is no way he can't handle the most familiar place around him."
The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be quite adaptable to his previous unilateral cutting off of communication without any reason. He didn't suggest any meaning, or maybe he just had no temper.
"Do you really want to go over and take a look yourself? I can actually think of something."
"I trust your judgment."
Liang An was silent for a moment, feeling comforted. He rubbed his temples and used his voice to relieve his irritable emotions.
"Even if Tong Hongguang has his own rhetoric, the breakthrough should still be on his side - he was quite surprised by what happened to Ma Jun, and his original expectation should not be like this. Do you think it is Ma Jun who is actually more powerful, or are we speculating? That 'third party.'"
"Is there a third option?"
Liang An smiled and did not answer.
"Ma Jun's suicide was not for the sake of death itself, but to cover up the truth, leaving only the only possibility written in his suicide note. The stranger who saved Ma Jun may have had more than just a purpose. It's so simple to save someone's life. The one who knows Ma Jun is preventing him from completing his entire plan."
The purpose of cleaning up the scene was just to delay time. He did not completely conceal the idea of his crime - he just wanted to have enough time to deal with the aftermath after completing his plan.
Perhaps, he also wants to meet a close relative who has become a stranger in his mind.
If suicide was part of Ma Jun's murderous plan, what made him want Li Liejun, a person he had never met, to disappear from the world even at the cost of his own life and future?
"I never understood before that there was a purpose that required Ma Jun to kill himself to complete. After meeting Tong Hongguang, I had some guesses. Maybe he was indeed bluffing and wanted to make up the truth. But if he thought he would wake up Ma Jun will not expose his lies directly under our inducement, so Ma Jun must have some characteristics that he knows well in this regard."
"You know, I'm looking forward to more and more when Ma Jun wakes up."
The person on the other side of the phone didn't answer, but just knocked on the phone as if to second his opinion.
"What do you think?"
Liang An also paused and continued to ask:
"If that was the last day of Ma Jun's life in his plan, then why did he go home? Solving this problem...may explain many facts about him."
