The suspect's name is Zhang Guangyao. He is a migrant worker who came to the city many years ago. He works in a factory and has a fairly stable job. He is not yet married and has children, and he has no romantic partners.

The biggest problem in this case is that there was no communication between him and the deceased, and even the life circles were completely different.

But after he killed the person, he sat at the scene of the crime, holding a bloody knife, smoking a cigarette, and waiting calmly to be arrested.

Even when he was interrogated, he just said that he couldn't stand the deceased, so he killed him.

No matter how many questions he asked, he would not answer a single word.

Qi Zihang stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Such a calm and stubborn suspect is the most troublesome. There is no way to record a confession, let alone investigate whether there is anyone behind the scenes."

Liu Zhenying looked at the suspect's photo, and then looked at his specific information. Wenwen quietly raised his face and asked, "Do you have any files on his family?"

"have."

Qi Zihang immediately arranged for Li Xiao to bring the file box over.

Zhang Guangyao's parents farmed in their hometown. He is the eldest son. He has two younger brothers and one younger sister. They are all in their early twenties. I heard that they are all on a blind date.

but……

Their faces...

Liu Zhenying's eyes flashed, with a hint of coldness.

Qi Zihang looked at her: "Miss Liu, do you have a clue about what happened this time?"

"kindness."

Liu Zhenying opened his eyes unhurriedly, his voice changed from soft and waxy in front of Qu Xiaojue, as cold as a stream without temperature, and he packed everything into the file box in front of him: "I'm ready, let's

Go in."

It is not possible to enter the interrogation room casually.

Especially this kind of interrogation of murderers.

Qi Zihang had already reported Liu Zhenying's matter to his superiors, so...

"Sir, please wait in the monitoring room."

Hearing this, Qu Xiaojue's face turned cold instantly, almost forming a layer of ice, but he suppressed himself in front of Liu Zhenying and just raised his eyebrows: "What? I can't go in?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, the situation is more complicated this time and it's not convenient for you to go in."

To be honest, Qu Xiaojue had already complained about Liu Zhenying coming to help Qi Zihang, but it was just because Liu Zhenying wanted to do it, and now he couldn't accompany him in.

But before he could say anything, Liu Zhenying stretched out his hand to hold him.

She pursed her lips and said in a soft voice: "How about you go to the monitoring room and wait for me first? I will be there soon."

Under the gaze of those almond-shaped eyes, Qu Xiaojue leaned over, hooked her chin with his fingers, kissed her cheek, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

"kindness."

Turning around, Liu Zhenying's face calmed down again, and accompanied by Qi Zihang, he walked into the interrogation room.

There are generally only two positions in the interrogation room, one is the interrogator, and the other is responsible for recording the entire process.

After Liu Zhenying entered, he naturally sat in the interrogator's position.

As for Qi Zihang, he stood behind her.

For some reason, Zhang Guangyao was slightly surprised by Liu Zhenying's appearance. His eyes flashed with nostalgia, but he soon became calm.

Liu Zhenying took a look at Zhang Guangyao's face. The dark yellow color was more serious than the information showed.

So she spoke in a thin voice and said straight to the point: "You are sick."

The affirmative tone does not ask, but states a certain fact.

Zhang Guangyao clenched his fists subconsciously and tried to maintain his composure: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zhang Guangyao was betting that the woman who suddenly came in was cheating him.

Because it was impossible for others to know about his illness, the doctor who examined him was from his hometown, or examined him in private, and it was not recorded in the computer.

"No."

Liu Zhenying shook his head, with an ordinary smile on his delicate face, but with uncertainty and indifference: "Your eyes are like mandarin ducks, and your eyes are sunken. If I guessed correctly, you have lung cancer.
Chapter completed!