"Name?"
"Asking questions knowingly!"
"Name."
"Is it necessary? Don't you know who I am? It's so boring to engage in such formalism!"
"Name."
"I won't say anything today, what can you do to me?" Fang Zhu frowned, looking like he was going to fight the police to the end.
Zhou Zhen seemed to be well-informed and was too lazy to get angry with him. He just rolled his eyes silently and stopped worrying about the issue. "Then can you tell me what you did just now?"
"You have the nerve to ask! We are filming a movie there, why do you bring me here? Do you know how much this will delay us and how much money will be wasted? Can you afford to pay for this mess?"
Zhou Zhen snorted coldly: "Stop pretending to be crazy here, your clothes are still stained with blood on your hands!"
"So hurry up and let me wash my hands first. This is so sticky and disgusting!" Fang Zhu shouted nonchalantly.
Zhou Zhen really didn't expect that he would be so thick-skinned. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted sternly: "Fang Zhu, you just killed a person! Don't tell me, you don't know the seriousness of the matter!"
After hearing what he said, Fang Zhu was stunned for a few seconds, and then his face turned red and he yelled: "Put it off! You want to frame someone else, but you dare to bully me!"
Zhou Zhen really didn't expect that he could be so confident in a situation like this when he was caught, which made him a little unconfident: "You're not wrong, so many of us saw you holding a knife and lying on the board. If you dare not admit that you stabbed the person in the box, do you think that everyone is blind?"
At this moment, Fang Zhu suddenly sneered: "Officer, are you okay with your brain? That box contains the prop dummy I will use for this movie. Did something go wrong while you were handling the case? What are you looking at? Are they all murder cases?”
Ren Zhouzhen had so much experience in dealing with suspects that he lost his temper at this time: "Who has the brain problem? Can't you tell the difference between the real person and the dummy? Look at the blood on your hands and the internal organs at the scene. How does it smell like fake?"
"I don't know what's real or fake. Since what was sent is a prop, I'll just treat it as a prop. What's the problem?"
"Then why did you stab her?"
"Because that's its fate in the movie, to be stabbed to death and then cut up." Fang Zhu smiled sadly.
"But the movie hasn't started shooting yet, and you're not an actor. Why did you stab that prop with a knife?" Zhou Zhen had no choice but to follow his words and ask.
"Please, I'm the director, I'm responsible for everything, okay? What's weird about checking the props?"
"That was a person of flesh and blood. When you stabbed her body with a knife, I don't believe you didn't feel it!"
"Of course I feel it. I hired a prop master who once worked in Hollywood. If the prop models he made were not lifelike enough, I wouldn't use him. Even the blood and internal organs he used were too smelly. I know how to buy some fresh ones." Fang Zhu rubbed his hands in disgust.
Zhou Zhen frowned and flipped through the information in his hand - when did Zhu Tao go to Hollywood? Is this guy too smart or too stupid?
"That's enough! Don't mess around here. If every murderer was like you and said that the person who stabbed him was just a dummy model, not a real person, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" Zhou Zhen was simply overwhelmed by this demon king. His shamelessness made him lose his temper.
But Fang Zhu was obviously more impatient than him: "I've said everything that needs to be said, what else do you want?"
At this moment, Zhou Zhen suddenly stopped what he was doing, nodded slightly, and responded softly. Fang Zhu also noticed it. When he knew someone was talking to him in the headset, and when he saw him getting up to go out, he suddenly became excited.
"Is my dad here?" He said as he tried to get up.
"Just stay still!" Zhou Zhen didn't tolerate him.
"I want to see my dad!" Fang Zhu became even more excited and shouted repeatedly, wanting to rush out of the interrogation room right now.
Zhou Zhen pushed him back to his seat: "Okay, don't get too excited. Your dad didn't come, but your mom and a lawyer came."
"My mother?" Fang Zhu's eyes widened: "My mother is back from England? Then... then let me see my mother!"
Just as he was talking, the door of the interrogation room was opened from the outside. Ling Feng poked his head in and said calmly: "Bring him out first."
Before Zhou Zhen could say anything, Fang Zhu had already rushed out, but as soon as he walked out, the happy expression on his face froze instantly: "Why is it you!"
Li Yun had a trace of worry on her face: "Your dad can't spare time for the time being, so I came to take a look first."
Fang Zhu was like a little lion about to explode. "What are you looking at? Are you looking at my jokes?"
Seeing his attitude, Li Yun showed no anger on her face, as if she was used to it. So she stopped talking and took a half step back, giving up her position to a middle-aged man next to her.
The middle-aged man took out a business card and handed it to Ling Feng: "Hello, I am the legal counsel of Parkson Group. Can my client leave?"
Ling Feng glanced at the content on the business card: Qingfeng Law Firm, Zhao Zhixin.
He looked up again at Fang Zhu, whose face was about to fall to the ground. He sighed helplessly and said, "Let's go."
Before the three of them left, Zhou Zhen couldn't wait to ask: "Captain, are you just going to let him go?"
Ling Feng glanced at him: "Did you find out something?"
Zhou Zhen scratched his head awkwardly: "No..."
"That's it, the forensic doctor has already concluded that the deceased's death time was about 12 hours, which means that she was dead between ten and twelve o'clock last night."
Zhou Zhen did not show much surprise. As long as he was a police officer with a little experience, he would have noticed it as soon as he saw the scene. If the victim was still alive, there would be no signs of struggle at the scene. The doubt about Fang Zhu should be whether he was really Little did he know that what was lying inside the box was a corpse, not a mannequin.
This was an extremely difficult problem. Fortunately, he didn't need to make up his mind. Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen couldn't help but feel a little lucky.
He secretly glanced at Ling Feng. As expected, the young captain had a frown on his face and his eyes were fixed on the front. Zhou Zhen also followed his gaze, and there stood a gorgeous woman wearing a small fragrant coat. She was Fang Zhu's young and beautiful stepmother.
"What did she just say to you?" After Li Yun left, Ling Feng asked the policeman who had just spoken to her.
"She asked me about Director Wen."
"Wen Qiao?" Ling Feng was surprised. When did Wen Qiao become so famous?
"I also found it strange. She said that she and Director Wen were high school classmates. I said that Director Wen was not here, and she asked about Professor Liu."
Ling Feng was even more surprised: "What does this have to do with Professor Liu?"
"From what she said, she seems to think Professor Liu is our psychological consultant here."
"Psychological consultant?" Ling Feng thought about these four words in his heart, but it was not enough.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at the name in the address book. For some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.
The "beep" sound of waiting echoed in his ears, but no one answered for a long time. Ling Feng was a little disappointed. Just before he was about to hang up at the last second, the waiting tone suddenly disappeared, and a familiar female voice came from the receiver. .
Ling Feng perked up, but soon heard that something was wrong.
The person on the phone said "hello" twice, but without waiting for a response, he started talking to himself.
"Brother, is it you? It's me, Ling Ling."
"Why is it you?" Ling Feng asked in shock.
"Whose phone number is this?" Ling Ling's voice sounded confused.
"What on earth is going on? I called Liu Mengwei, and why was it you who answered the phone? Are you with her?"
The person on the other side was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "No, Ma Xiaochao and I were at Zhuoyu Studio. I was just about to call you when I heard a phone ringing in a corner. I finally found it and found the call. It was your name on the display, so I answered it."
Something strange happened, and Ling Feng didn't have time to think about it. He picked up his clothes and walked out: "I'll be there soon."
