This investigation was very easy. After not committing the crime, Nai was depressed and dared to joke with Kunnier.
This must be an old scoundrel and a habitual criminal.
Kunnier immediately became vigilant and snorted. Why can’t I ask you to teach me what your occupation is?
Cha proudly raised his head and said that I am a famous perfumer. Every year, 5% of the perfume in France comes from my hands. Without me, the French tax would be tens of millions of euros less.
In the face of this arrogance, Kunnier felt so angry that he frowned and said that he knew what brought you here
Yes, of course. Didn’t you just smash two tables in the restaurant? You didn’t hurt anyone. You just lost money at most. On the contrary, I don’t lack this little money. Hey, hey, officer, you don’t need to be so serious about this little thing, do you?
Hum, do you think such a trivial matter as smashing two tables in a restaurant is worth a personal trial by a senior superintendent?
That’s right. Then why do you want to kiss the horse? Is it because night snack ate too much and panicked? Although he said this, his heart has been a little flustered, which can be seen from his blinking eyes.
Kunnier was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he had to reluctantly resist the impulse to hit someone. He picked up a photo of Jones from the table and said, Do you know this person?
Cha pulled out his neck and looked at his eyes with a playful smile and said, who is this beautiful woman? It looks familiar. It’s a movie star, but I’m sure I’m fine, otherwise I wouldn’t have forgotten all this extremely beautiful woman.
Pa Kunnier took the photo in his hand on the table and said with a cold face, where are you and your three companions at about 6: 35 this evening?
At 6: 35, um, it seems to be eating in a restaurant. Oh, it’s only about 6 o’clock if we don’t finish eating, and then we went to the TV station. Yes, it was at the TV station. A friend of ours said that he was going to record the program, but he didn’t know it was rescheduled until he asked. What’s the matter, officer? We didn’t make trouble at the TV station and left without even staying for ten minutes.
So Kunnier held up the photo again and said with a serious face, so you haven’t seen this man when you passed through the tunnel
Ah, it’s her. Yes, yes, yes, she was alone in that tunnel. Yes, it was her. Er, police officer, what happened to her?
Dead Kunnier said word for word, just about a minute after you left the underpass, the body of this man was found lying in the underpass.
If you don’t check, you finally understand the seriousness of the matter, jump up and say in panic that it’s not our business, we really didn’t kill anyone.
What are you doing? Stop it!
Xia Wei cried for help at the door and turned around to see Amos holding a two-finger long needle and suddenly stabbing Mo Yifan’s eyes. She was scared out of her wits and shouted at the sight of Amos root. A stainless steel slipper rack would not be quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the door and threw it at Amos.
Pa a light stainless steel frame hit on Amos’ shoulder and Amos shook his body with a sharp needle sticking to Mo Yifan’s cheek and piercing into the floor, and suddenly it collapsed several times.
Ah, Amos didn’t seem to notice that Xia Wei was staring at a pair of red eyes, and he was holding him down. Mo Yifan roared and said, Bastard, why do you want to bully my daughter? Why do you want to hurt my daughter? Bastard, you are an asshole. I’m going to kill you.
Amos roared and grabbed the stainless steel frame that Xia Wei had just thrown to Mo Yifan’s head.
Yes, we did see this woman when we passed that tunnel.
After smoking a cigarette, my mood finally slowed down, and then I said that when we hurried into the underground passage, we saw a young girl with a beautiful figure standing there not far from a port in the parking lot. Well, she was really beautiful, especially the teary-eyed look was like an injured Juliet. But we didn’t stop at that time. We just passed by when we saw her. Well, I remember that we heard the girl’s cell phone ringing not far away. At that time, we also said that the girl’s cell phone was awesome enough to get a signal in this underground passage.
At that time, she received a message, and Kunnier was stunned when she heard it. Then she realized that she had neglected an important thing and forgot to investigate Jones’ speech record. Well, or he never thought about it from beginning to end, because on the surface, Jones could have been harmed by Mo Yifan, four glasses men or Daisy, a female anchor. Kunnier has been focusing on investigating these three groups of people, but he never thought about reading a Jones’ speech record. It is true that Jones once received a speech at that time, although he didn’t. We can definitely prove who is the murderer, but at least we can prove that Mo Yifan is definitely not the murderer, because at that time Mo Yifan had already left by car and Jones was talking in the underground passage. That theory can’t blame the case on Mo Yifan. In that case, it would be foolish to identify Mo Yifan as the murderer and have Mo Yifan arrested first.
Kunnier hasn’t worked a case personally since he became a senior superintendent. I didn’t expect that this time, I made such a low-level mistake and kicked a piece of iron plate.
Quinnier put on a cold sweat, let the investigation pause and make a sentence to let people check Jones’ speech record before letting the investigation go on.
At that time, I heard what the girl said when she answered the phone, but I couldn’t hear clearly. When we went to the TV lobby to consult my friend about filming the program, we immediately turned back. When we passed there, we saw the girl with a mobile phone in her hand, muttering, "No, no, no, no, no, no,no." But when I passed by her, I heard that her phone was blind. Obviously, the person who called her just now had hung up, but she was still there chattering. I thought at that time, this girl is beautiful enough, but her spirit
Chapter two hundred and ten I hypnosis
A sweet bell rang, which was Chad’s famous piano music, tinkling and drumming, and Mo Yifan slowly recovered his sanity.
He found that he was still immersed in Jones’ memory world, but the scene of passion indulgence just now seemed to be an unreal dream, and he still saw Jones leaning against the wall in the slightly dark eyes.
Jones looked haggard with a string of crystal tears hanging on her face. She gently fished out her pocket and looked at her mobile phone to show her hesitation. It took a long time to sigh and press the answer button.
Mo Yifan noticed that Jones was dressed neatly, and his blond hair was not messy at all. It didn’t seem like he had just experienced a feeling of madness and indulgence. Besides Jones, he was the only one in the tunnel. Now he can’t tell whether he is a subjective consciousness energy or memento mori in the memory world of Jones or two in one.
What happened just now was my illusion, but since this is Jones’ memory world, why would my illusion be mixed in it? Did those things never happen? Was it my memory problem or Jones’ memory disorder?
Mo Yifan feels a little headache. Well, actually, he is a conscious energy in Jones’ memory now. Supposedly, he shouldn’t have a headache, but he really feels that his head hurts like it’s going to crack.
Stop it! You’re crazy!