Although the light was dim, Bai Yue could see that Jian Yu's clothes were stained with little blood stains. Fortunately, his clothes were dark and not obvious.
Liang Meng called the two guards, raised his chin towards the interrogation room, and whispered: "It's useless, deal with it."
It was light and airy, as if it was not a person but a worthless gadget.
"Let's go and see those painters." Jian Yu didn't hesitate for a moment, said to Bai Yue, and walked ahead.
Bai Yue looked back at the half-open door of the interrogation room, then left without saying anything.
Along the way, Jian Yu looked back at her from time to time, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Bai Yue finally couldn't help but said, "What's wrong?"
When Jian Yu heard that she finally spoke, he immediately stopped.
Liang Meng was very aware of current affairs. He walked a few steps forward and stood still, pretending that he could not see or hear.
Jian Yu pretended to clear his throat, considered it, and said, "Actually, I am not a cruel person."
Bai Yue actually didn't quite understand what Jian Yu wanted to say.
Jian Yu said: "I also have my own difficulties."
Bai Yue nodded confusedly, so what?
"Being in my position, there are some things I have to do." Jian Yu said, "But I will never do this to my family or you. You don't need to be afraid."
Bai Yue sighed in his heart, it was really hard for Jian Yu. He hired stuntmen early in the morning to put on such a bloody show for her. On the one hand, he wanted to scare her into giving her a blow, and on the other hand, he also wanted to express his feelings tenderly. I am not
I'm scaring you, but don't go to your mother to complain about me.
Bai Yue made a look as if he was stunned: "Master Jian, you mean that you are so cruel and cold-blooded only to the prisoners in Dali Temple."
Jian Yu nodded.
Bai Yue didn't seem to be confused at all, and smiled.
"Mo Yi, don't worry." Bai Yue's smile was not forced at all: "I know that you must be as warm as spring to your own people. Mrs. Jian has told me that you are considerate, thoughtful and careful.
, you will definitely treat me well."
Hitting a snake seven inches, what is Jian Yu most afraid of, his father, his mother, his grandfather? Bai Yue thinks it works well, so he can use it to stimulate Jian Yu if nothing happens.
Jian Yu's face turned a little dark, but he still gritted his teeth and squeezed out a pair of words, then took the lead and walked forward.
At this time, in the sky prison, the dead spider who was already dying in the interrogation room suddenly opened his eyes with gleaming eyes. He retracted his hand from the iron chain and asked the guard at the door: "Are they leaving?"
"You've gone far, you've gone far." The guard poked his head.
Spider took off his tattered clothes and threw them on the ground. He took the cloth from the boy's hand and wiped the blood on his body with great force. Even if he wiped the bloody wound on his chest, there was no pain at all.
But after only wiping it twice, I gave up and took a robe and put it on directly.
"You need to go back and wash off this blood." Spider said to himself: "It's weird, I don't think Mo Yi's fiancée is quite good-looking. Why would he want to scare her like this? I really don't understand her style.
"
The boy didn't dare to speak, his face was expressionless, and he only dared to vomit in his heart. Who wouldn't say anything, Master Jian just knows how to play.
Jian Yu sneezed and led Bai Yue into a hall.
Thirty-seven painters are here. From last night to now, apart from the murderer, they don’t even know why they were arrested. They are inevitably impatient and anxious. When asked, the guards said nothing. Although they still don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse, Dali
The temple is not a good place, and nine times out of ten it is not a good thing.
Liang Meng asked all night last night, and all the painters knew his identity. When they saw him coming in, they immediately stopped their discussion and turned to look at him.
It's a pity that Liang Meng can only stand aside this time.
"This is the Minister of Dali Temple, Lord Jian Yujian."
The painters were all ordinary people with little experience in dealing with high-ranking officials. Upon hearing Liang Meng's introduction, they all bowed and saluted.
Jian Yu waved his hand: "No need to be polite, everyone can sit down."
They were all polite, and there was no reason to ask people to stand all night, so Liang Meng had already had various chairs moved. Although they didn't look good, there was finally room for all of them to sit.
Jian Yu glanced at the information and said, "There are thirty-seven of you, sixteen of them are locals, born and raised. Twenty-one of them are outsiders who came to Beijing after they reached adulthood?"
Everyone nodded, this was what Liang Meng asked last night. Whose last name, how old they are, where they live, and who else is in the family are all the most basic information.
"Liang Meng." Jian Yu clicked on the sixteen pieces of information he pulled out: "Have someone go to these people's homes and ask. Left-handedness is an innate characteristic. Even if you know how to hide it when you grow up, you can't hide it when you were a child.
Yes or no, just ask your family and neighbors and you will know."
Liang Meng's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "Your Excellency is wise."
On the personal information, one by one was marked, Jian Yu said: "Is this the alibi last night?"
"Yes." Liang Meng said: "It's all clearly stated above, where it is, and who is the witness."
Jian Yu read a few copies and shook his head.
According to the conclusion drawn by Wu's autopsy, the non-death time in summer is at midnight, when most people are asleep.
"This kind of thing cannot be considered as evidence of alibi." Jian Yu ordered one at random: "Lu Songze, after going home for dinner, go into the room and turn off the lights to rest, and go out early in the morning. But everyone is asleep at night, who can prove that you have been in the room all the time?
Rest, why didn't you sneak out in the middle of the night?"
The man named Lu Songze hurriedly said: "Master Jian, I did go to bed in the evening last night and never went out."
"Whether you go out or not is not up to you." Jian Yu turned over one page and then another. In the end, only three people had evidence of alibi.
Someone boldly said: "Master Jian, may I ask what happened? Is it... something happened to Mr. Xia?"
Jian Yu looked up at him: "Why do you ask?"
The man said uneasily: "Because in this hall, we are all familiar with each other. The only one missing is Mr. Xia."
This guess was reasonable, but Jian Yu did not answer. Instead, he said to Liang Meng: "Lu Wei, Sun Xi, and Wang Wenjie, these three alibi evidences can be accepted."
One was in the casino, bustling with excitement, as everyone in the casino can testify. One was drinking in a brothel, staying up all night to have fun. The other was quarreling with his wife at home, and the noise could be heard by the neighbors.
For other things, if you ask if your family is there, most of them can answer it. If you ask if you saw it with your own eyes, you will be speechless. No one will stay awake in the middle of the night and stare at it.
The painters all lived in the city, and the investigators came and went very quickly. The childhood information of sixteen local people was quickly retrieved. According to the reactions of their parents and neighbors, no one had any memory of being left-handed when they were young.