Blood, drop by drop, dripped down the tip of the cold fruit knife in Lu Xiaohan's hand and fell to her feet.
Lying on the floor in front of Lu Xiaohan was a young woman with a slightly swollen belly. The woman was wearing a pure white silk suspender nightgown, her feet were bare, her chestnut wavy hair was spread messily on the ground, and she had five or six pieces of blood all over her body. The hole was constantly bleeding out, staining her white nightgown like beautiful blooming roses.
Around the woman's body, five white candles burned quietly. The candlelight is faint and there is no wind.
"Hands up!"
A loud shout suddenly sounded from behind Lu Xiaohan, which scared her so much that she couldn't help but tremble.
"Hands up! Turn around slowly!"
Lu Xiaohan bit her lips tightly, trying to control her trembling breathing. She wanted to say something, but for some reason she couldn't, so she had to smile bitterly.
Turned around stiffly.
A drop of blood slowly flowed back along the blade of the fruit knife in her hand, and finally dripped on her white and slender fingers.
"Drink-" The police officer who came around behind Lu Xiaohan suddenly became angry, shouted loudly, and threw her to the ground. His iron-like hands tightened Lu Xiaohan's slender wrist, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a sound.
"Hand on!"
A handsome, masculine and handsome detective frowned slightly, but he gave the order cleanly and without any sloppiness.
This man is the most promising and prestigious criminal police officer in the Huzhou City Police Department. He is already the leader of the serious crime team at a young age - Zhou Wensheng.
Under Lu Xiaohan's dull gaze, a pair of bright handcuffs were cuffed on her wrists.
"It's not me! It's not me!" The coldness brought by the handcuffs stimulated Lu Xiaohan's peripheral nerves. She finally came to her senses and instinctively shouted to defend herself.
"Take it away!" Looking at the crazy Lu Xiaohan with blood on his face, Zhou Wensheng remained concise and to the point.
Looking at the back of the woman who was being taken away, his brows knitted into knots, and he sighed secretly in his heart, are all women today so cruel?
Under the watchful eye of Zhou Wensheng, Lu Xiaohan was pushed out of the house by two police officers and put into a police car nearby.
After leaving the criminal technicians at the scene, Zhou Wensheng left the scene with a dark face and a group of people.
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"Name!"
Lu Xiaohan's face was pale as illuminated by the lights in the interrogation room, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly with wet tears hanging on them. The dry lips opened and closed, seeming to be whispering something.
The questioning voice in his ears was as cold and ruthless as the river water in the Three-Nine Heavens, which made Lu Xiaohan shiver.
"Lu... Lu Xiaohan." Lu Xiaohan's voice and eyes were full of fear and helplessness.
Lu Xiaohan, who was wearing an apricot sweater and long skirt, was sitting on a chair, shivering uncontrollably.
The blood stains on her pale face and messy hair made her look like a mentally disturbed murderer.
"Why kill?" Wang Bin behind the interrogation table looked sharply at the trembling Lu Xiaohan.
"It's not me! It's not me! I didn't!" Lu Xiaohan leaned forward and tried to defend himself.
The handcuffs on her wrists hit the seat handle with a screeching sound.
"Be honest!" A pair of strong hands pushed Lu Xiaohan back to her original position from behind.
"What is your relationship with the deceased?"
Seeing that Lu Xiaohan did not admit that he committed murder, Wang Bin impatiently tapped the table with his pen.
"She..." Lu Xiaohan's eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to calm down, and Fang slowly said: "She is... my customer."
"Did I hire you to kill her?" Wang Bin asked again.
"No, I...I didn't kill anyone!" Lu Xiaohan shook her head desperately, her hair stuck to her face with sweat and tears, making her look very embarrassed.
Seeing that Lu Xiaohan was in poor condition, Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other behind the interrogation table. Then, Zhou Wensheng stood up, walked aside, took a glass of warm water, walked to Lu Xiaohan, and put the water glass in her hand. , trying to keep his voice gentle: "Don't be nervous, you said you didn't kill anyone, so why did you show up at the scene with the murder weapon in your hand?"
Lu Xiaohan held the water glass in her blood-stained hands, and the warm touch was transmitted to her fingers that were so cold that she almost lost consciousness. The slight sting made her spirit finally calm down.
She wrapped her arms around the cup as if it were the last straw.
After a moment of silence, Lu Xiaohan drank the water in one breath and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"She called me and asked me to go." Lu Xiaohan took two deep breaths and said slowly.
"After I graduated and returned to China, I opened a psychological consulting room. She was one of my customers, or one of my patients. Her name is Zheng Yu."
"What do you mean when you said she called you and asked you to go?" Seeing that Lu Xiaohan didn't continue, Wang Bin tapped the table with the pen in his hand and asked.
"She is not from Huzhou and has no friends in Huzhou. She called me early this morning and said that she wanted to ask me to help collect her body. I was scared because she was really not in a good mental state and was pregnant with a child. I was afraid of her. I couldn't think about it for a moment and did something stupid, so I hurriedly drove to the address she gave me..."
As Lu Xiaohan spoke, he suddenly trembled all over, his breathing became rapid, and his voice became a bit sad and frightening again.
"Who knew...she...she..."
"Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly." Zhou Wensheng stood up and took another cup of hot water and put it next to Lu Xiaohan's hand.
Lu Xiaohan took the water, nodded gratefully to Zhou Wensheng, took a big sip, and continued: "When I arrived, I found the spare key under the footrest. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zheng Yu holding a handful of fruit. The knife penetrated her heart, and then she opened her arms and leaned back with a smile on her face..."
Her voice became shaky again and her breathing became rapid.
"I wanted... I wanted to hold her, but it was too late, I couldn't do it... I only grabbed the handle of the fruit knife... The knife was pulled out... Her blood was spattered My face is..."
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me who killed her!" She screamed miserably. Her long hair suddenly became messy and embarrassed as she kept shaking her head.
"You can find the spare key under the footrest. You are very familiar with her!" Wang Bin raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Xiaohan coldly, but his writing pen did not stop for a moment.
"It's not that we're familiar with each other. Everything I know was told to me by Zheng Yu on his own initiative." Lu Xiaohan forced himself to calm down and finally shook his head gently.
There was a trace of sadness on her face. She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be lost in memories: "She told me that she was not from Huzhou. She came to Huzhou with her boyfriend after graduation. However, she did not have a high degree of education. Before she found a suitable job, her boyfriend was very nice to her at first, saying that she didn’t need to go to work and just stay at home, and he would support her.”
When she said this, her voice was obviously hoarse.
"Drink water……"
Zhou Wensheng poured another glass of water at some point and gently placed it in front of Lu Xiaohan.
Lu Xiaohan looked at him with gratitude again, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"But later, she found that her boyfriend was becoming more and more harsh on her, asking her to do more and more things, belittling her, sarcastically and sarcastically more and more, and sometimes even making harsh remarks. She felt that she was becoming more and more demanding. It was getting more and more painful, but she loved him deeply and couldn't live without him. She even felt that if they were separated, she would be worse off than now. But she had no way to change the situation. "
Lu Xiaohan sighed and added: "It happened that my psychological consultation room had just opened, and I went to her community to promote it. Just like that, one afternoon, she came to my consultation room."
"You mean, before she met you, her mental state was not very good?" Zhou Wensheng stood next to Lu Xiaohan and frowned slightly.
"Yes, she said that her boyfriend always said that she was suspicious and nervous every day. She only came to me to ask me to give her a mental health diagnosis certificate so that she could show it to her boyfriend to prove that she was mentally ill. Normal people.”
"Did you cheat on her?" Zhou Wensheng's voice was soft, as if he was chatting, and there was no feeling of interrogation.
Lu Xiaohan shook his head slightly and said: "There is no so-called mental health diagnosis certificate at all, and she is indeed ill."
"What disease?"
"Depression." Lu Xiaohan's eyes dimmed, "She was PUAed by her boyfriend and has developed into moderate depression."
The deceased was PUA. This was something Zhou Wensheng and others did not expect.
PUA, simply explained is mind control. The PUA mentioned by Lu Xiaohan refers more to the mental bullying and abuse of the deceased through various means of mental belittling, suppression, etc.
If it is true as Lu Xiaohan said, then the person who pushed the deceased to commit suicide is most likely the deceased's boyfriend.
Zhou Wensheng thought this, but his face remained calm.
"Did Zheng Yu tell you what her boyfriend's name is and where he works?"
"No." Lu Xiaohan shook his head, "This is her privacy. If she doesn't take the initiative to say it, I won't take the initiative to ask."
Zhou Wensheng glanced at Wang Bin who was taking notes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly looked at Lu Xiaohan slowly, his eyes gentle and powerful. He slowly said to Lu Xiaohan: "Can I believe you?"
"You must believe me..." Lu Xiaohan nodded vigorously, "Every word I say is true."
"You will be legally responsible for making false confessions." Wang Bin said coldly.
"I know." Lu Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Wang Bin, with a hint of firmness in his eyes, "Zheng Yu was persecuted by her boyfriend. Her boyfriend must be the murderer!"
Zhou Wensheng glanced at Wang Bin who was taking notes, and then said calmly: "We will confirm everything you said, but your suspicion has not been ruled out yet, and you cannot leave for the time being."
Zhou Wensheng paused, looked at Wang Bin, took a deep breath, and said, "Take her to wash her face, and then send her to the detention room."
"Yes!" Wang Bin closed the folder and stood up.
