"She's dead." Zhou Wensheng stared into Gu Nanfeng's eyes and replied quickly.
"Oh..." Gu Nanfeng responded meaningfully, then lowered his head and slowly drank the drink in his hand.
"You don't seem surprised at all." Zhou Wensheng was a little disappointed. He didn't see any change in Gu Nanfeng's eyes, not even a subtle one, as if the dead person was a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
"Birth, old age, illness, and death are all natural things." Gu Nanfeng chuckled, raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Wensheng, "What's so surprising about this..."
"You knew she was dead a long time ago, right?" Zhou Wensheng asked without waiting for Gu Nanfeng to finish his words.
"How do I know?" Almost at the same time as Zhou Wensheng's words fell, Gu Nanfeng quickly denied Zhou Wensheng's guess with a smile on his face, and looked at Zhou Wensheng with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Gu Nanfeng's quick reaction made Zhou Wensheng feel a knot in his heart.
The half-smiling gaze made Zhou Wensheng feel even more uncomfortable.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and think carefully.
According to Sun Wei, Zheng Yu's counselor, Zheng Yu has a good personal relationship with Gu Nanfeng. Zheng Yu can help him in the consulting room opened by Gu Nanfeng, which shows that Zheng Yu's character and professional ability are also recognized by Gu Nanfeng. , but why did Gu Nanfeng not feel any sadness at all when he heard the news of Zheng Yu's death?
If Gu Nanfeng was originally a cold-blooded person, how could he become a psychology lecturer?
And with such a fast response speed, it's like knowing what questions will be asked in advance.
Zhou Wensheng only felt that the Gu Nanfeng in front of him was getting harder and harder to see through.
"How is your relationship with Zheng Yu?" Zhou Wensheng was silent for a long time before asking again.
"It depends on how you understand it." Gu Nanfeng took the last sip of the drink, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, wiped his mouth slowly, and then continued, "When she didn't graduate, we were just a teacher-student relationship. She My psychology scores are very good. No teacher dislikes students with good scores, but this doesn’t mean anything. After she graduated, my consulting room happened to need such a person to help manage it, and she was also willing to work in the consulting room, so we The relationship between teachers and students has turned into an employment relationship. In the final analysis, she and I did not have a deep relationship. I am only a little sorry for her death, but I am not sad."
As if aware of the purpose of Zhou Wensheng's question, Gu Nanfeng clearly explained his relationship with Zheng Yu and Zhou Wensheng's confusion in a few words.
But just because Gu Nanfeng answered everything comprehensively, Zhou Wensheng increasingly felt that there was something wrong with this person.
Such a comprehensive answer is more like following them in circles while avoiding the most important things.
Zhou Wensheng felt that even if he continued to ask, he would not get any useful information.
After thinking for a moment, he took out the photo of Zheng Yu that he obtained from Sun Wei, placed it in front of Gu Nanfeng, and said, "Teacher Gu, please identify whether this person is Zheng Yu who works in your consulting room."
"No." Gu Nanfeng took a glance and said, "This is Zheng Yu before she graduated. She is much more beautiful after graduation than she was at this time, and she is getting more and more beautiful."
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin quickly looked at each other. Wang Bin took out the photo they took at the scene of Zheng Yu's death from the folder, pushed it in front of Gu Nanfeng, and said, "Then take a look at this one again."
"By the way, this is Zheng Yu. That's right." Gu Nanfeng picked up the photo, looked at it carefully, and nodded.
Although Zhou Wensheng thought Gu Nanfeng's appearance was a bit strange, he couldn't tell what was so strange.
The most important thing is that Zhou Wensheng felt more and more uncomfortable because of the pressure coming from nowhere, so he decided to end the interview as soon as possible.
He drank the drink on the table in one gulp, looked at Gu Nanfeng, and asked, "Where is Teacher Gu's consultation room? We may need to go and collect clues about Zheng Yu."
"On the back street of the school, the building that looks like a cabin in the forest is my consulting room."
Zhou Wensheng nodded and motioned to Wang Bin for Gu Nanfeng to sign.
Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng and hesitated to speak. Seeing that Zhou Wensheng's brows were furrowed, he couldn't say anything more, so he handed the record to Gu Nanfeng and said, "Teacher Gu, take a look at the record to see if there are any discrepancies. If there is no problem, please sign it."
Gu Nanfeng didn't even look at it. He signed his name twice.
"Teacher Gu, it's better to take a look." Wang Bin reminded.
"I believe in the people's police." Gu Nanfeng looked at Zhou Wensheng and smiled, "Just like I believe in the existence of omniscient gods in the world."
The smile on Gu Nanfeng's lips as night fell made Zhou Wensheng feel uncomfortable all over.
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"Huh..." After returning to the car, Zhou Wensheng let out a long sigh of relief.
For some reason, when facing Gu Nanfeng, he always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him above his forehead, and at the same time there was a strong pressure that made him feel upset. It wasn't until he left Baimei Villa that Zhou Wensheng got rid of that power.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Seeing Zhou Wensheng sigh, Wang Bin couldn't help but ask.
"Do you feel that Gu Nanfeng is strange?" Zhou Wensheng pinched his eyebrows and opened the car window.
The cool evening breeze blew by, and Zhou Wensheng felt that his breathing became much easier.
"What's weird?" Wang Bin put the folder on his lap, sorted out the lunch box packed from Baimei Villa, and responded casually.
"I always feel that there is a pair of eyes behind Gu Nanfeng. Those eyes have been staring at me. They seem to be able to see through all my thoughts and the purpose of my questions."
"Ah? What?" Wang Bin seemed to be shocked by Zhou Wensheng's words. While speaking, he quickly raised his head and looked at Zhou Wensheng. His brain was running rapidly, recalling what Zhou Wensheng said just now.
"Let me ask you." Zhou Wensheng turned sideways and looked at Wang Bin seriously, "If, I'm talking about if. If the owner of the shop where you often go to have breakfast suddenly died, would you feel sad? ?”
Seeing Zhou Wensheng's serious expression, Wang Bin couldn't help but cheer up. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Yes. Because we go there often, we will meet often, and more or less we will establish some feelings. If we suddenly learn about the death, at least You will feel empty inside.”
"Yes! This is the reaction of a normal person!" Zhou Wensheng clapped his legs and shouted.
"Has the interview just been recorded?" Zhou Wensheng said, lighting a match and lighting the cigarette with a frown.
"Recorded." Wang Bin quickly took out the recorder and pressed the play button.
"Police officers, you've been waiting for a long time..." As Gu Nanfeng's voice came out of the recorder, time seemed to be pulled back to Baimei Villa.
The rising smoke blurred Zhou Wensheng's eyes. He squinted and listened to the recording carefully.
"You already knew she was dead, right?"
"How would I know."
"Stop!" Zhou Wensheng suddenly shouted, "This is it." He reached for the recording pen, moved the recording forward a little, and listened to it again.
"Too fast..." Zhou Wensheng frowned and went back to listen again.
"It was so fast. Before I even finished speaking, he picked up the question. It was like..." Zhou Wensheng squinted and looked out the window, thinking about his words, "It was like he was waiting for my question with the answer."
"I asked you to check Gu Nanfeng, have you checked?" Zhou Wensheng returned the recording pen to Wang Bin and asked.
"I checked it, but the time was too short. I guess it hasn't been fully checked yet. I'll have to wait a little longer." Wang Bin glanced at his phone and said.
"Boss, do you suspect that he is related to Zheng Yu's case?" Wang Bin asked as he put the folder and lunch box in the back seat.
"It's hard to say now, but there must be something wrong with this person." Zhou Wensheng put out his cigarette butt and signaled Wang Bin to set off.
Not far behind the car, a pair of cold eyes watched the car drive out of the school gate and merge into the traffic.
"Huh? Boss, I think I saw Lu Xiaohan." The moment the car drove out of the gate of Hunan University, a familiar figure flashed past.
