"Girlfriend?" Jia Zhehao was stunned when he was asked. After recalling it for a while, he said uncertainly: "I don't know if that is a girlfriend. I just know that your brother likes other girls, and I encouraged him to pursue her.
But your brother seems to have never confessed his feelings to others, probably because of his pride."
He Siyi was shocked and asked pretending to be calm: "Then... do you know that girl's name?"
Jia Zhehao thought about it again, and then remembered after a while: "It seems that he is from the design department. What is his name An? Hey, your brother is introverted. He only told me once. He is usually busy studying and working.
Usually he leaves before we wake up, and he comes back after we sleep, so there is no chance to communicate."
He Siyi was startled again and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it... An Zhisu?"
"Yes, yes, that's the name." Jia Zhehao slapped his forehead and said, "It's An Zhisu. I saw this name when I was watching the news a few days ago. I thought it sounded familiar at the time. It turned out to be the same girl that your brother liked before.
It’s the same name, no wonder it sounds familiar to me.”
He Siyi's brain exploded with a bang, and she was completely confused. Ye Lancheng did not lie to her, Yang Xi was not her brother's girlfriend, she had been lying to her.
"We are very sorry after your brother had an accident. Although it is too late to say this, I still ask for your condolences." Jia Zhehao seemed to be able to feel He Siyi's sadness through his mobile phone.
He Siyi took a deep breath: "Thank you, do you know Yang Xi?"
"Yang Xi?" Jia Zhehao was a little surprised: "Are you talking about the Yang Xi in the news?"
The scandal of Yang Xi plagiarizing An Zhisu's works was exposed on the entire Internet. Anyone who has the habit of reading the news and Weibo every day can see it. Some people just forget about it after seeing it, but some people will remember it very clearly.
"It's her. She seems to be from the design department of your school." He Siyi nodded.
"I don't know him anymore. I went back to my hometown after graduation and I don't have much contact with my former classmates," Jia Zhehao said.
He Siyi said oh and thanked her before hanging up the phone.
Later, she tried to call the numbers of two other classmates. One did not get through, and the other one did not answer. She did not know if it was because she thought it was an unfamiliar number and did not answer. He Siyi called twice and no one answered and then gave up.
She threw her phone aside and curled up on the chair, like a helpless child. Jia Zhehao's words replayed in her mind over and over again, as well as the photos Ye Lancheng showed her, each one stimulating her.
with her brain.
"Fang Cheng."
"I'm here." Fang Cheng responded.
"Did you ask someone to authenticate the photo?" He Siyi asked.
Fang Cheng hummed: "I haven't had time to tell you yet, but Yang Xi's face in that photo was painted up."
This answer was like the straw that broke the camel's back. He Siyi's last bit of trust in Yang Xi collapsed. Tears filled her eyes and she felt as wronged as a child: "Why is this? How could someone like my brother do this?"
It's An Zhisu, my brother likes her, why would she kill my brother? I don't understand, my brother just likes her, is this wrong?"
Fang Cheng handed her a tissue to wipe her tears and asked, "Have you ever thought about another possibility? Maybe An Zhisu was not the person who killed your brother at all?"
"It's her. Yang Xi showed me the photos of the scene. She was the one who hit and killed my brother with her car." Even if He Siyi knew the fact that Yang Xi was not her brother's girlfriend, she still didn't believe that An Zhisu hit and killed her brother.
suspect.
"What kind of photos? Do you still have them?" Fang Cheng asked.
He Siyi nodded: "Yes, at my home."
"Then go home and let me take a look." Fang Cheng started the car and drove towards He Siyi's apartment.
…
apartment.
After He Siyi returned home, she dug out two photos from a book. She handed the photos to Fang Cheng: "This is it."
Fang Cheng took it in his hand and looked at it. The photo was very old and the color on it had begun to fade. However, because the shooting background was at night, the content of the photo could still be clearly seen.
He didn't tell He Siyi that he could also tell the difference between simple photoshopped photos, but secretly carefully looked at the two photos in his hand. One was a full shot, taking a full shot of He Sihan's body, the vehicle involved in the accident, and the woman lying in the car.
The other photo was a close-up, only showing An Zhisu lying in the car.
Fang Cheng was slightly shocked. He saw no signs of fraud in these two photos.
"This is irrefutable evidence that An Zhisu killed my brother. Even if my brother liked her, and even if Yang Xi lied to me about this, An Zhisu's crime can't be cleared away." He Siyi pointed to the photo and said.
"What if someone killed your brother first and then blamed An Zhisu? She was unconscious in the photo. She just hit someone, so it wouldn't make the car's airbags pop up, right?" Fang
Start analyzing the doubtful points in the photo from another angle.
He Siyi was startled for a moment. She was also a person who knew how to drive, and she knew very well that the airbag would only pop up under a gravity impact. If it just hit someone, the possibility of it popping up was slim.
"Besides, these two photos were definitely not taken by the police." Fang Cheng put the photos on the table and said with certainty.
"How do you know?" He Siyi looked at his face suspiciously.
Fang Cheng answered calmly: "Have you never eaten pork, how can you never see a pig running? Look at these two photos, are there police cars in the background? Is there a cordon? Are there police? Besides, when the police arrived at the scene, the first
Isn’t it just a matter of saving people? Why can’t you let your brother lie on the ground and take pictures? This is totally illogical.”
He Siyi thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "What you said makes sense. This may have been taken by An Tingnuan."
"How do you say that?" Fang Cheng groaned.
"I heard from Yang Xi that An Tingnuan called the police. It seemed that An Zhisu was drunk at the time. An Tingnuan was worried when she saw her driving out in the middle of the night, so she drove after her. When he caught up, he saw the photo in the photo.
After seeing this scene, she called the police," He Siyi said.
"Interesting." Fang Cheng laughed when he heard this: "Let me ask you, if you saw someone being hit on the road, what would be your first reaction?"
"Call an ambulance." He Siyi replied without thinking. After saying this, she understood what Fang Cheng meant. An Tingnuan called the police directly without calling an ambulance first. This was a very abnormal reaction.
"Maybe she called the ambulance and the police first, and then took the photos?" He Siyi thought this was also a possibility.
Fang Cheng sneered: "If your brother hit someone with his car, would you still be in the mood to take pictures and leave evidence of your brother hitting someone?"
He Siyi shook her head without thinking again, of course she wouldn't do that.
"Then it's over." Fang Cheng spread his hands and concluded: "So, the credibility of this photo is not high. Yang Xi can lie to you that she is your brother's girlfriend, which means she can also lie to you about other things. Since she
If you hate An Zhisu so much, why would you steal other people's design works? You don't even want An's money, but she can still make money from An Zhisu's works with peace of mind. It shows that she is hiding more than one thing from you."
He Siyi fell into deep contemplation. She was not as logical as Fang Cheng. She was often influenced by subjective emotions. Fang Cheng's words opened up a new world for her thinking. She was at ease with the identification of the murderer.
Alone, he gradually began to doubt An Tingnuan and Yang Xi.