When Meng Fei said this, he felt a cold murderous aura in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder.
This cold feeling existed when he first traveled to this world.
He lived in a relatively peaceful environment in his previous life.
While wars and murders occurred every day in different corners of the world, very little happened around him.
The country he lives in is one of the safest in the world.
The current alien world is comparable to the world of Detective Conan.
Murders and conspiracies were commonplace, constantly happening around him, and many times the target was himself. It really gave him chills.
"This case of yours is not true, is it?"
Everyone was silent for a while in front of the terrible "truth", and then Fan Bu suddenly asked.
"Ah."
Mo Sheng smiled slightly and said:
"This is just a reasoning game and has nothing to do with the truth.
"For the master to win, and for us to come out and relax for a while, everyone..."
She held up the beer can in her hand.
"Have a drink!
"Do it really, don't leave anything behind!"
"good."
"cheers!"
After a series of cans collided, everyone sat down again. No one is willing to discuss such embarrassing topics as killing people or dead people anymore.
Although the weather was very cold and the mountain wind was howling, Meng Fei felt that the chill was gone.
After all, this world is not only dangerous, there are still many beautiful things.
The firelight shone on Ai Ting's forehead, the tip of her nose, and the curl of her lips, like a red highlighter outlining a warm profile in the dark night.
Her hair, which was tied into a ponytail, was twisted into a bend on the hat of a white furry down jacket, like a cat curled up gently.
My wife, the more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.
And Suzaku sitting opposite was just deliberately trying to compete with others.
She was the only "person" in the audience not wearing a down jacket. He was only wearing a dark red woolen coat symbolically.
Under the red coat is her complicated black skirt and over-the-knee boots. When she crosses her legs, her true-skinned thighs are exposed under the skirt and are not even stockings on top of the boots.
She didn't understand cold at all. Coming here without wearing a JK skirt is already giving everyone face.
Maintaining an elegant posture, she inserted the whole skewer of barbecue directly into her mouth like a sword, pursed her lips, and when she pulled it out, there was only a long, bare bamboo stick left.
Then she would take out a paper handkerchief with a simple pattern and wipe it carefully from the left corner of her mouth to the right corner of her mouth.
But then she quickly cast her gaze to the next one, and regretfully found that there were not many left.
After everyone chatted for a while, the night got darker and tiredness set in, so they packed up their things and went back to the room to sleep.
After washing up and putting on his pajamas, Meng Fei just lay down on the soft and comfortable bed. My wife had already turned on the bedside table lamp and was lying on her side, flipping through a book.
She can only fall asleep after reading for a while, so reading before going to bed has become a regular homework.
Meng Fei's corresponding obsession is that he can only fall asleep by scratching his wife's back for a while.
"Do you think the perfect crime Mo Sheng talked about today was the real thing?"
Meng Fei said while scratching.
Ai Ting responded while flipping through the book:
"If the story Mo Sheng told is exactly the same as the facts recorded in the case file, then the crime method you mentioned may also be true."
Then she took her eyes back from the book and looked at the slightly dark ceiling:
"Although I have not read Mo Sheng's case file, Boss Fan has.
"If the facts stated by Mo Sheng are different from those in the case file, Boss Fan would probably come out to speak against it given his aggressive temperament.
"But he didn't say anything. So I think the story Mo Sheng told is true. The crime method you mentioned is also a factual possibility."
After saying that, she turned her eyes to the book again.
"If that's the case, wouldn't the person who put dry ice in their grocery bags in the supermarket be the murderer who killed twelve people?"
Meng Fei took his hand out from under his wife's pajamas and touched the cell phone next to the pillow.
"Then we should immediately notify the Criminal Investigation Bureau to investigate that person!"
"Well, I've already thought about this."
There was also a hint of blame in my wife's words: "Why did you think of it?"
“There is no phone signal or network in this mountain, so it’s impossible to call the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
"I even considered borrowing a car to go down the mountain. Then I asked the administrator here.
“There are no vehicles on the mountain, not even motorcycles. They rely on daily sleep buses for daily transportation of people and materials.
"So I think the best way is to send one or two people down the mountain on a sleep bus tomorrow morning to notify the local Criminal Investigation Bureau."
"Tomorrow morning?"
Meng Fei felt a little tangled in his heart. All cases are solved with great speed. He always had the feeling that "the prisoner would have escaped by tomorrow morning."
Of course this feeling is unreasonable. The case had already happened, and the criminal would have run away long ago. There is not much difference between one night and one month.
"Actually, even if the Criminal Investigation Bureau is notified tomorrow morning, they may not re-investigate the case."
Since she couldn't fall asleep anyway, Ai Ting simply closed the book.
“In a case like this, even if what you say is true and someone in the supermarket deliberately loaded dry ice for them into the car, it would be difficult to convict.
"Because dry ice in the car caused suffocation, it can be completely understood as an accident. It can be said that the person did not expect such a thing to happen.
"He doesn't even need to take responsibility for the accident. Because he is only responsible for packing the ingredients, and putting in dry ice is completely reasonable and legal.
“As for someone suffocating in the car, it’s similar to someone choking to death after drinking water. The person selling water cannot be held responsible for someone choking to death.
"In short, as long as the other party does not admit that this was intentional murder, there will be no conviction. Therefore, it is unlikely that the Criminal Investigation Bureau will re-investigate."
"You are right, the Bureau of Criminal Investigation does not have the means to investigate."
Meng Fei was upset and scratched his head.
"But we do.
"Boss Fan has the ability to read minds. As long as you bring Boss Fan here, you can read the other person's true thoughts.
"Although Boss Fan's mind reading cannot be used as evidence of a crime, at least we can understand the truth of the matter and confirm the existence of one more murderer.
“If this person is involved in other cases, we can arrest him if we can find evidence.
"On the other hand, if left unchecked, similar cases may occur in the future."
Crime is also addictive. If someone achieves the perfect crime and gets away with it, there may be a second and third time.
"you're right."
Ai Ting was in bed, covering her chest with her hands to resist someone's massage.
"Go down the mountain tomorrow and notify the local Criminal Investigation Bureau to find the person who added the dry ice and temporarily detain him."
"We can go down now."
Meng Fei came up with another idea.
"Now?"
Ai Ting asked a little surprised.
