Liu Mengwei quietly went downstairs alone and was about to leave. At this time, a person walked out of the shadows in the corner and blocked her way.
Liu Mengwei was not surprised when she saw him. Instead, she asked teasingly, "What? Is the Wenfa Medical Doctor reluctant to let me go?"
Different from her leisurely manner, Wen Qiao looked at her with his usual cold eyes: "You haven't made it clear yet, can't you leave?"
"What are you talking about?" Liu Mengwei looked at him with a faint smile.
Wen Qiao held up Zhang Feng Cheng's confession in his hand: "This."
"What's the problem?" Liu Mengwei crossed her arms. "He has already confessed. Can't you successfully close the case? Don't you think he was not the one who killed Wang Ming?"
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you don't have to ask knowingly." Wen Qiao pointed to the signature area of the letter paper. There was a small pattern next to Feng Cheng's name. All the words on the paper were printed out by a computer, but this pattern seemed to have been drawn by hand with a marker pen.
Liu Mengwei was unmoved: "What's going on? It's just a scribble."
"What about this one?" Wen Qiao took out a metal circular pendant from his arms. There was a six-pointed star pattern inside the circle. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the pattern on the letter paper.
Liu Mengwei's pupils shrank and his face changed slightly: "How come you have this thing?"
"You do know what this is."
Liu Mengwei was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "Forensic doctor, I'll give you a piece of advice from a psychologist: confused people are easy to live."
"As a forensic doctor, I also have my own principles, which is to get to the bottom of things and trace them back to the source."
Liu Mengwei suddenly turned cold and said in a deep voice: "Even so, what qualifications do you have to question me? Why do I have to answer your questions?"
Hearing this, Wen Qiao showed a rare and intriguing smile: "I really didn't misjudge you, you showed your flaws."
Liu Mengwei was confused: "What did you say?"
"If you really have nothing to do with this matter, you can just deny it. Why are you so angry instead?" Liu Mengwei suddenly felt frustrated. As a psychologist, she always lost ground in front of a layman.
"That black cat with green eyes..." Wen Qiao spat out these words from his cold thin lips.
"That fortune teller, you knew her identity from the beginning, and you were on the same side as her."
"No!" Liu Mengwei interrupted him. She was telling the truth. At least this sentence was absolutely true. But she didn't know if Wen Qiao would believe her.
"What are you running away from? What are you hiding?"
"This has nothing to do with you!" Liu Mengwei didn't want to be entangled with him anymore, so she coldly dropped these words and left as if running away.
In the dark corner, a pair of peeping eyes suddenly opened. Wen Qiao's back shivered, and his keen nerves had already caught an unusual aura. He stood there calmly, waiting for the man in the dark to strike first.
As expected, that person followed Liu Mengwei. After she left, those eyes also left.
For ordinary people, it would be impossible to detect it. Wen Qiao just casually scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision and already locked onto that person.
It was a delivery boy wearing a red work uniform and a red helmet. These little people running around the city day and night can be seen everywhere, but they don't attract anyone's attention. The best way to hide is not to hide. The so-called great concealment is to hide in the market.
Wen Qiao returned upstairs and found a place with a wide view to observe from a high position. Liu Meng's reddish Maserati was parked at an intersection not far away, waiting for the red light. Next to it was the delivery boy in red. The two patches of red were so bright and eye-catching that people couldn't ignore them.
Suddenly, the deliveryman riding a battery cart took out a square object from the box hanging on the car and threw it in through Liu Mengwei's open window, all in one movement. If Wen Qiao hadn't been staring at the movements over there, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.
With such a distance, it was naturally impossible for Wen Qiao to hear the conversation between the two.
What came from the red helmet was a woman's voice: "Hello, Rumeng, long time no see."
Liu Meng did not move slightly, still looking straight ahead: "Where's Alice? Why doesn't she come to see me?"
The woman ignored her question and said to herself: "Ms. Song asked me to thank you on her behalf for helping her hide her identity. You did a good job. So, she wants to give you a gift, please accept it. "After saying that, without waiting for any reaction from her, he directly turned the handle, passed the traffic light first, and walked away.
Seeing that the two people had gone away, Wen Qiao withdrew his gaze and looked again at the cold-touch thing in his hand. It was the pendant he took off from Wang Ming immediately.
Yes, it was him who the two security guards saw standing next to Wang Ming's body that night.
Wang Ming, who fell from the 15th floor, had this pendant wrapped around his wrist. This was not an evidence that the victim grabbed when he struggled to resist, but was deliberately left on him by the murderer. Feng Cheng, who was extremely thoughtful, was worried that when he fell from the building with too much force, the pendant might be thrown somewhere else, unable to stay on him and be found, and it even got wrapped around his wrist. .
But Wen Qiao still didn't understand why he did this. While trying his best to cover up all traces, he was also secretly revealing some kind of information, as if he was afraid that others would not find him.
And this pattern was not the first time he had seen it. Otherwise, he would not have intercepted it privately. He died because of it, and he was born again because of it. He was already in, earlier than he thought.
Wen Qiao silently stared in the direction Liu Mengwei left. In the past few months since he returned to Yunhe City, everything has been as unreal as a dream. Sometimes he even feels that his destiny is like a dice in God's hand, spinning around and changing unpredictably. Until one day someone helped him return to the card table in an unexpected way and gave him the right to throw dice.
"No one knows that promise, because it is the promise I made in my heart. As long as I forget it myself, then it will be as if it has never existed in this world. Then I can throw away your baggage. Nothing exists, so that you may know how foolish your self-righteous kindness is.”
"Idiot." Wen Qiao murmured: "I am also an idiot. Whoever calls me is you."
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"Ms. Song." The woman who had changed out of her red delivery uniform stood aside respectfully, reporting on the work she had just done.
"I am no longer Miss Song, you are Miss Song."
The woman lowered her head and said respectfully: "Yes, from now on I will be Song Yuanxi, Miss Alice."
"Did she accept the things?" The voice didn't have any fluctuations. Only when it came to this "she", there was a slight interest.
"I put it in her car and left... I guess... I took it." The woman answered with a guilty conscience, wondering if she had accomplished what she had promised.
"Forget it, let her be."
"One more thing... The people at the police station said that there was nothing like what we were looking for in Wang Ming's case... Could it be that the person fell somewhere else and the police didn't find it?"
"No?" The voice pondered for a moment: "Forget it, that idiot dared to use this method to force me to send him out. It's simply outrageous! Yuan Xi, I hope you can learn from his lessons and be a smart person. .”
"Miss Alice!" The woman was frightened, "I..."
"No need!" She sternly interrupted the cliche words she had heard countless times. "What I want to hear is that you successfully completed the task and used your actions to prove your worth to me. Go ahead."
The woman stopped talking and silently exited the room.
At this time, there was only a pair of green eyes hidden in the darkness, brewing a light that could scorch everything like a will-o'-the-wisp.
