"Hello, I am Wang Bin from the Municipal Bureau's Serious Crime Division, and this is our team leader Zhou Wensheng." According to the agreement on the phone, Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin met Liu Yan and Liu Peng in a coffee shop.
The state of the siblings surprised Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin.
Liu Yan wore light makeup on her face, but she still couldn't hide the exhaustion and tiredness in her eyes.
Liu Peng, on the other hand, cowered and sat aside, licking his nails silently.
Liu Peng never raised his head until both parties introduced their identities to each other and took their seats.
Zhou Wensheng looked at Liu Peng and hesitated to speak.
"If you have anything to ask, just ask me directly." Liu Yan glanced at Liu Peng beside her and sighed softly.
"Is Zheng Yu your brother's girlfriend?" Zhou Wensheng decided to go straight to the point without giving them any psychological preparation. Only in this way can he see the most instinctive reactions of the siblings.
Sure enough, when he heard Zheng Yu's name, Liu Peng shivered involuntarily, and stopped picking his nails with his right hand. He grabbed the corner of the shirt around his waist with his right hand, and touched the second button on his chest with his left hand. .
Liu Peng's little moves all caught Zhou Wensheng's eyes, but he remained calm and calm.
Looking at Liu Peng across from him, Zhou Wensheng felt a little curious about what the Liu Peng in front of him had experienced. The sun was approaching noon, hot and intense, but even so, it seemed that it could not dispel the depressive atmosphere surrounding Liu Peng.
Liu Yan nodded, sighed, and said, "I really hope my brother has never known that Zheng Yu."
"Sister, Xiaoyu is such a good girl, but I can't help her." Liu Peng, who was silent at first, suddenly interrupted Liu Yan.
This surprised Zhou Wensheng.
"Why are you still defending her!" Liu Yan glared at Liu Peng, "Hasn't she done enough harm to you?"
"Sister, Xiaoyu sometimes speaks a bit harshly, but she always does it for my own good!" Liu Peng pulled Liu Yan's cuff eagerly, trying to stop Liu Yan from continuing, but her hand just touched Liu Yan. Liu Peng quickly retracted his hand as if he had been burned on his cuffs.
According to his cowardly character, it would be impossible for him to contradict others without hesitation in front of the police... let alone his sister.
He is quite interesting.
Zhou Wensheng thought secretly.
"Look at you, what have you become! Now the police from the city bureau have come to the door, and you are still speaking for her!" Looking at Liu Peng's retracted hand, Liu Yan felt a pang of pain.
Zhou Wensheng glanced at Wang Bin. Wang Bin understood, stood up and said to Liu Yan: "Ms. Liu, can I talk to you alone?"
Liu Yan glanced at Liu Peng, who quickly lowered his head and avoided eye contact.
"Okay." Liu Yan stood up and followed Wang Bin to a booth a little further away.
Zhou Wensheng looked at Liu Peng who was starting to pick his nails again. He tried his best to put on a gentle tone and said without any pressure in his voice: "Liu Peng, Zheng Yu asked us to come. She said you haven't been home for some days." , she misses you."
"Xiaoyu, is she finally willing to forgive me?!" As Zhou Wensheng's words fell, Liu Peng looked up at Zhou Wensheng and asked, with unconcealable excitement in his eyes.
"Yes, she said she missed you." Zhou Wensheng's brain was racing, "She asked us to take you back."
The Liu Peng in front of him didn't look like someone who would engage in PUA on others. It seemed that he was very eager for his woman to completely accept him.
Could such a person be a murderer?
Pretend or is it really that?
If it was a disguise, he would be able to disguise it so perfectly without giving him a chance to defend himself.
How terrible must this person be?
Zhou Wensheng was flooded with thoughts, but his expression remained gentle and calm.
He had to find a way to get some useful information out of Liu Peng.
"You two have a really good relationship."
Zhou Wensheng pushed the coffee in front of Liu Peng toward him again and asked tentatively: "It's rare for a girl to find her lost boyfriend in this way. She must be very good to you, right?"
Liu Peng nodded and smiled happily: "Xiaoyu, she loves me very much..."
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"Huh~" Lu Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief.
At Zhou Wensheng's request, she had just sent the video of Zheng Yu in the consultation room to the email address Zhou Wensheng gave her.
After sending the email, Lu Xiaohan buried herself in the soft sofa. She needed to calm down her heart.
It was absolutely impossible not to be frightened when he saw his former patient insert a fruit knife into his heart in front of him, not to mention the fact that his face was splattered with blood.
"Sister Xiaohan, look at the news. Our consultation room has been trending!" Just as Lu Xiaohan closed his eyes, the door of the treatment room was pushed open by Lu Jia, the small receptionist in the outer reception room.
Hot search? Lu Xiaohan almost jumped out of the sofa. He just went on a day trip to the bureau yesterday, and it was on the hot search the next day. His intuition told Lu Xiaohan that this was not a good thing.
She grabbed Lu Jia's cell phone and looked through it. The more she looked at it, the tighter her brows became.
Yes, her spiritual oxygen bar psychological consultation room has become a hot search.
A short video of more than ten seconds is listed in the most prominent position of the search results.
Lu Xiaohan clicked on the video with trembling hands. An old couple wiped their tears at the camera. The criss-crossing wrinkles on their faces divided a dark brown face into several small pieces, looking like a piece of broken brown glass. . The dry and dead-skinned lips were trembling, and the choked throat said words that were enough to make Lu Xiaohan shut down.
"Our daughter committed suicide after receiving psychological treatment at the Soul Oxygen Bar in Huzhou!"
Protagonist, place, event, outcome. Clearly, clearly.
The cause of the suicide is hinted to be related to the psychological consultation room of the Soul Oxygen Bar.
What frightened Lu Xiaohan the most was the black and white photo at the end of the video, which was exactly what Zheng Yu looked like after he committed suicide and fell to the ground.
Dressed in white, his hair was messy, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the blood on Zheng Yu's body was like blooming flowers. The five burning candles turned into five blurry haloes, giving the entire photo a strange hazy beauty.
It was this weird beauty that once again awakened the fear in Lu Xiaohan's heart.
Lu Xiaohan resisted the fear and the urge to curse in his heart and clicked on the comment.
"I hope the police punish the murderer severely!"
"Such a black-hearted consulting room that harms people's lives should be banned!"
"Oh my God! Is there such a place in the world where people can be encouraged to commit suicide?"
"I'm from Huzhou. I know this Soul Oxygen Bar. If you get more than 10,000 likes, I'll go live and smash a basket of rotten eggs right away!"
"Go to the hospital when you are sick. These consultation rooms are all about making money. Oh, no, this one is for killing people."
"It seems like this spiritual oxygen bar is right next door to our community! If you get 20,000 likes, I'll go get a brick and slap this snake-hearted murderer!"
"Psychic oxygen bar psychological consultation room, have you seen it?! Look at the old man's tears! Can you still sit still? Your daughter, who you have worked hard to raise for more than 20 years, committed suicide under your treatment! Where is your conscience! Aren’t you afraid of retribution for your children?!”
Lu Xiaohan's breathing became faster and faster, and her fingers gradually became cold. She raised her pale face and looked at Lu Jia, her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly her slender fingers penetrated deeply into her. With his black hair, he shook his head vigorously and choked out: "Jiajia, you have to believe me! I didn't, I didn't instigate Xiaoyu to commit suicide. They are slandering..."
"I know, I know..." Lu Jia hugged Lu Xiaohan's shoulders and comforted softly.
"Ding ding ding ding ding..." The phone call in the reception room interrupted Lu Jia's comfort.
The two stumbled and helped each other to the reception room. Lu Jia pressed the speakerphone, tried her best to adjust her breathing, and said: "Hello, this is the spiritual oxygen bar..."
"Bah! Executioner!" The angry voice in the receiver interrupted Lu Jia's greeting, "Are you still open for business? Aren't you afraid that the ghosts of the deceased will come to your door?! Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"I didn't! I didn't!..."
Lu Xiaohan's inner defenses collapsed instantly, and fear, humiliation, helplessness, and grievance turned into blazing anger. She pushed Lu Jia away desperately, threw herself on the table and yelled at the phone.
"No murderer will admit that he has killed someone! Let alone you, the executioner who instigates others to commit suicide! If you still have any conscience at all, you should kneel in front of the deceased's grave and repent for the rest of your life..."
The voice on the phone was cold and unmoved.
Lu Jia reached out and hung up the phone.
"Sister Xiaohan, let's call the police..." Holding Lu Xiaohan's shaking shoulders, Lu Jia asked to call the police.
"Bang!" Before Lu Xiaohan could recover, there was a crisp sound from the door. The two of them turned to look, and saw a grey-green, foul-smelling unknown colloidal liquid slowly sliding down the clean glass door.
"Bang!" Now they saw clearly that it was a broken egg.
"Murderer! Come out!"
"Kill for life!"
There were shouts outside the door, accompanied by harsh curses, and more rotten eggs were smashed at the door of the consulting room.
