From the words of Mr. Wingerson, his son has suicidal tendencies and the situation is relatively serious. This is basically consistent with the statement of Wendy’s sales consultant at the Ferrari 4S store. Wendy’s metaphor may be understood in this way, and Ster’s His eyes were a pool of stagnant water with no hope, so Wendy would say that he had lived for three hundred years.
"Poor kid, why are you so stupid? Unlike me, I spent my childhood in an asylum."
Sith grunted.
"It turns out that you spent your childhood in a group institution. I am proud of you. You are now an elite."
Wang Dengming teased Sis, glanced at him, and reminded him that you are handling the case now. You represent the American police. This is not the time to express your feelings. Don't keep distracted.
"Mr. Wingerson, my condolences, can you continue to answer my questions?"
Wingerson suddenly looked ten years older, in less than half an hour.
"I understand how you feel, but we must find the murderer. This is the most important thing."
Wingerson's eyes moved.
"Didn't he die by suicide?"
"I never said he committed suicide, and you didn't ask me why he died."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. You can tell me the whole story."
After Wang Dengming finished narrating, Wingerson became angry. He stared at the lady beside him and fiercely shook away her hand that was touching his shoulder.
"Someone poisoned him to death?"
"Based on the current evidence and on-site investigation, the preliminary conclusion is this, but we need to investigate in more detail. First of all, there is the issue of poison. There is an agent in the poison formula that has not been tested yet. The person who poisoned it is a expert."
Wingerson looked at his wife with hatred again.
"Sir, I have a few questions to ask you next. First of all, when Stell went out, did he bring his cell phone or other communication tools with him?"
"He has always wanted to escape from this home. He doesn't want us to find him. How can he bring his mobile phone? He doesn't even bring the luggage at home. He wants to buy it by himself. He said that the one he bought is cleaner."
Wang Dengming and Sisi exchanged glances.
"Does Heather have her cell phone?"
"No, Stell is traveling this time. He doesn't want to be harassed by anyone, including me. Depression has made his whole personality weird and incomprehensible."
"You said he wanted to leave this home. Is it caused by depression?"
"No, no, ever since his mother left and I got married to Fergie, he said he wanted to leave. I shouldn't marry her, I shouldn't! She was the one who made Stel become like this. Yes, it’s her, it’s her!”
Wingerson suddenly became emotional again and pointed at her lady.
Wang Dengming hurriedly stood up and stopped Wengerson. At this time, Wengerson was shaking all over and clenching his fists. Wang Dengming was afraid that he would hit someone.
A short, middle-aged man with fair hair walked in.
"Who are you?"
"I'm George, Mr. Wingerson's secretary. I came right after I got the call from the doctor."
"You'd better find a way to let Mr. Wingerson, I have something to communicate with Ms. Fo Guicheer."
Wingerson's secretary helped Wingerson up, and Wingerson pointed at Foguisere: "She is the murderer, it was she who killed Stehr, it was she who killed Stehr!"
The excited Wengerson was finally persuaded to leave the living room by his secretary. Wang Dengming looked at Fo Guicher and pinched his chin. He was thinking that the information was too messy, where should he start from.
"Officer, Stella's death has nothing to do with me, not at all."
Sith's thumb and index finger knocked against each other, making a ticking sound, and his eyes were fixed on Foguisher's eyes.
Sissi knows how to tell the clues from the suspect's eyes all the year round. He is more professional than Wang Dengming in this regard.
"Captain, just ask."
Sith: "You're nervous, ma'am."
"Of course I'm nervous, my son is dead."
Sis suppressed his words and smiled as ugly as an owl. Wang Dengming pretended to be serious and said: "Your son, yes, Ster is your son, and you are his stepmother. Can I ask your age?"
"Twenty-nine."
"Stelle's age."
"twenty one."
"To be precise, it would be more appropriate for you to be his sister. Ms. Fo. Guicheer, what is your occupation?"
"Ballet dancer."
Sisi whistled softly, and Wang Dengming said clearly: "No wonder you... are so elegant, you turned out to be a ballet dancer, okay, Ms. Foguicher, your husband said you killed Stella Well, why did he say that, and where is his evidence?”
"I, I don't know why he said that. I don't know. It's impossible for me to murder Stehr. Yes, Stehr and I usually quarrel, but I wouldn't think of murdering him. How ridiculous is this!"
"Why do you usually quarrel?"
"I don't know, we always quarrel when we are good. We quarrel over some trivial matter. Ever since I entered this house, Stell has been making trouble for me all day long. He is a weirdo and he wants to kick me out. He even asked me for a divorce and I refused to respond to his rude and excessive demands."
"When did you marry Wingerson?"
"We've been married almost five years."
"do you have any kid?"
Buddha Guichel began to bite his lips again, as if he had something to say.
Wang Dengming: "Okay, let's change the question. Mr. Wingerson is very rich, right?"
Fo Guicheer raised his head and looked at him, and Sis said: "Man, you asked an idiot question. Madam, you need to go back to the police station with us."
Wang Dengming winked at Sith, and Sith remembered where he was now.
"Ms. F. Guichelle, regarding what Mr. Wingerson just said, I think it was said in an impulsive and irrational manner. I very much hope that you will have nothing to do with this case. People who engage in art should not When you are involved in a murder case, especially for someone like you, let’s pick the important ones, can we go take a look inside Stel’s room?”
Fo. Guicheer: "Steel forbids anyone to enter his room. No one is allowed, not even Wingerson. Only one person can enter his room."
"His girlfriend and school friend Heather?"
"Yes, yes, only she can go in, no one else is allowed in, Stell said, that is his world, outsiders are not allowed in."
Sis held the police badge: "Do you see clearly? Ster is dead. The police are investigating the case. We have the right to enter."
"You have no right to do this, gentlemen. Do you have a search warrant?"
In the reception room, three police officers walked in.
