"This is me, but what happened to that murder case? When did I get involved in such a thing?"

No matter how much Zhang Lingjun thought, he could not find any possible involvement between himself and the murder case.

Although for work, he often wanders in gray areas and does some illegal private work, but he always has a sense of propriety. At most, it is just a borderline. A small fine is enough, so that he will not be involved in things like murder.<

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The black policeman stared at him with a dark face and eyes like knives, "A vicious murder occurred last night in a community called 'Joan of Arc Village' on First Avenue. A young woman was brutally murdered.

"After we investigated the case, we found that you had abnormal contact and conflicts with the victim during this period, and you are the biggest suspect in the murder."

First Avenue, ‘Jane Arc Village Community’, young women, the two sides have had direct contact and conflict recently...

This highly directional information, combined with memory retrieval, can instantly lock a person.

"You mean the person who died just now was Ruan Xing?"

Zhang Lingjun looked in disbelief.

Looking at the face of the black policeman opposite who had no expression or change but gave an answer, he couldn't help but feel an even more absurd feeling than when the police suddenly came to his door while he was sleeping and told him that he was involved in a homicide.

Feeling.

Ruan Xing!

It was Ruan Xing who died!

How could she be dead?

Zhang Lingjun couldn't figure it out. Forget it if it were someone else, Ruan Xing had been following him all this time, never leaving.

Moreover, he was fine before he left last night, and he didn't look like he was going to die at all. He also made himself so disgraced that he stayed up all night to deal with it, and now he was dead when he woke up.

Did you encounter any accident?

What a surprise!

The black policeman looked at him without any change in his expression and continued to ask: "Where were you last night?"

Zhang Lingjun took a deep breath and suppressed the complicated and uncontrollable emotions in his heart.

The current situation of the police blocking the door makes it impossible for him to reflect on the sadness caused by the unexpected departure of people in his life, and to remember the disappearance and end of a certain memory.

The most important thing now is to explain clearly that he has nothing to do with this matter.

"I was at home last night, sleeping in this room. I just learned about this from you, and now my head is still confused.

"How did Ruan Xing die? How did he die? When did he die? Who was killed? Why was he killed? Who was the murderer? I don't know anything, I don't know anything, I'm in a mess, let alone a clue, I don't even know

What should I say...how could such a person die like this?"

As he spoke, memories emerged uncontrollably, and for some reason, Ruan Xing's appearance suddenly changed from clear to yellowish and unfamiliar in an instant.

His emotions are revealed involuntarily, and his face is sad...

"Sleeping? You said you were sleeping?"

There was still no unnecessary change in expression on the black policeman's face, but his tone suddenly became much lower than before, like a volcano suppressing some violent emotions, which made people feel depressed.

"There is clear evidence that you secretly followed Ruan Xing last night, trying to do something wrong, and you were caught on the spot. You said you were sleeping. Was this sleepwalking? Tell me honestly, are you taking revenge for this?

, and killed her out of spite?"

Zhang Lingjun hurriedly explained: "No... this was a misunderstanding... I didn't intend to do anything wrong at the time."

The black policeman sneered: "You said you were sleeping, so why are you plotting something evil now?"

Zhang Lingjun stretched out his finger, "First of all, I said that I had no evil intentions at the time. It was a misunderstanding. In addition, I answered before that I was sleeping last night because I thought you just asked me what I was doing last night? You were asking about the death of the victim Ruan Xing.

What was I doing when I was there? I’m currently investigating a case. There’s nothing wrong with thinking like that. After all, last night is a very broad concept.

"I answered that she was sleeping, because after the misunderstanding and the conflict between me and her last night, I went home to sleep. When I left, she was still fine and nothing happened. Now I heard what you said about her last night.

If she died, then I would naturally answer that I was at home and sleeping in this room when she died."

The black police officer snorted coldly, "I'm not going to say who can prove this. You said that your conspiracy last night was a misunderstanding. But according to my investigation, except for last night, you have been secretly following Ruan Xing in the recent period.

, is this also a misunderstanding?"

"This is indeed a misunderstanding."

"If there is any misunderstanding, please go to the bureau and explain it..."

The black policeman grabbed him with his big palm-like hands. Zhang Lingjun hurriedly stretched out his hand to block him, "Don't be anxious. You should know who I am, right?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the green iron door that was open to the side. The old green paint surface was full of black damage marks, and square red letters were spray-painted - "Lingjun International Detective Agency".

International detective, the important thing is international.

"Do you want to say that you are a foreigner?"

The black policeman's face finally changed. Under the calmness he had been trying to maintain before, the unspeakable malice that Zhang Lingjun vaguely felt turned into an obvious ferocity and madness.

It is a kind of physical disgust. I don’t know where it comes from, but it seems to be rooted in the deepest part of the gene, and it is facing some kind of sworn enemy.

Zhang Lingjun felt as if the crazy emotions had turned into reality, stabbing into his head like a knife, and like indescribable living insects biting his head, giving him a splitting headache.

Fortunately, this inexplicable headache came and went quickly, but there was only an aftertaste left at that time, but it did not make him lose his temper directly.

He put his hand on his forehead, endured the discomfort, and explained to the black policeman in front of him, "You misunderstood, what a foreigner, I want to say that I am an international detective, and the important thing is the detective.

"Not long ago, I received a commission. The client suspected that Miss Ruan Xing had committed some immoral breach of contract in her emotional contract with him. He asked me to investigate this, and then there was the tracking you mentioned.

, she is my mission target..."

The black policeman calmed his chest slightly, looked at Zhang Lingjun for a while, and then said: "Ruan Xing has not registered for marriage, and has not heard that he is in love with anyone. He is still single."

"How...how do I say this."

Zhang Lingjun paused, waiting until his breathing took away all the discomfort caused by the previous headache, he coughed twice, and forced a few hints of embarrassment on his face, "The emotional contract between my client and Miss Ruan Xing

It does not refer to a legally recognized marriage relationship, nor does it refer to a love entanglement recognized by social consensus.

"It is an informal and immoral emotional contract that is not understood and recognized by the world, and in which money plays a certain role...you know."

The reserved and restrained expression, the standard smile, combined with the messy and circling nonsense, made the black policeman instinctively feel familiar and friendly. He translated without any hindrance: "You mean your client is keeping you?"

He fell in love with Ruan Xing, and then suspected her of cheating, so he asked you, a detective, to investigate..."

Zhang Lingjun nodded, "That's what the client said to me at the time, and he also produced relevant evidence to prove the relationship between the two.

"Whether what he said is true or false, these are enough to prove my previous behavior. My previous investigation of Miss Ruan Xing was not due to some abnormal psychological hobby, nor was it malicious."

The black policeman asked, "What about your quarrel last night? What about the evil intentions? How to explain this?"

Zhang Lingjun replied with some embarrassment: "I feel ashamed to say it, but that's because I was accidentally discovered by Miss Ruan Xing during the investigation, and I had to use it as a last resort to escape.

"Because I had just started this business, I was not very proficient in the relevant technology, and she was very vigilant, or her perception was unusually sharp, so something unexpected happened.

"Because of this incident, I couldn't sleep after I came back last night. I thought about how to proceed with the next work for most of the night. After all, after being discovered, the difficulty of the subsequent investigation will be greatly increased, and the accuracy of the final results will be greatly increased.

It will also be affected. I even thought that this mission might fail, but I didn’t expect to receive such news this morning... Life is really unpredictable..."

As he spoke, he sighed again, and his originally calm tone became a little lower due to memories.

"These are all the causes and effects between me and Miss Ruan Xing. I have no reason to harm her at all. We don't have any irreconcilable conflicts or entangled interests. I don't have any mental illness. I believe this from now on."

The previous social relationships and activities between the two of us can also be traced."

The black policeman's face sank slightly, and he was vaguely disappointed, as if this answer and the result did not meet his wishes.

"This is just your one-sided statement. Who knows if it is nonsense, and the identity of a detective is not a universal shield."

Seeing this, Zhang Lingjun continued, "Even if we think differently, judging from the clues left so far, I shouldn't have killed the person.

"After all, I am also a detective and have been in this field for so long. If I really killed the person, or if I really wanted to kill Ruan Xing, how could I make this job so rough?<

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"As if he was afraid that others would not find it, he left such obvious traces, followed and quarreled, and then killed the person after being exposed. Then, after killing the person, he didn't care about anything, returned to his home, and went to bed in a brazen manner.

Having the police come to your door to catch a turtle in a urn is simply an insult to people's intelligence.

"Don't even say it's me. Anyone who reads two detective novels would never think that I would kill someone like this, and they would never think that I would kill someone like this.
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