“There is evidence.”

Chu Xingyun threw down an ambiguous words, then stuffed the teacup to Fu Yi, pushed the door and walked into the interrogation room.

Although Fu Yi didn't know what he did this day, Chu Xingyun always had a card in his hand and would attack. Now he secretly summoned two guests, which should be the suspects in his heart, and he had already obtained evidence of possible conviction. Otherwise, Chu Xingyun would not be able to attack so easily.

Fu Yi was slightly stunned and walked into the interrogation room with a teacup.

In the interrogation room, Fang Junhai sat on a chair in the middle, and behind a table opposite were Yang Kaitai and Chu Xingyun.

After Chu Xingyun sat down, he crossed his legs and flipped the information in his hand. He also had a pen between his fingers and wrote two strokes on a piece of white paper from time to time. He regarded the interrogation room as a university class.

His routine has always been inconceivable, and Yang Kaitai is used to waiting around as if he is always at peace.

Fang Junhai asked several questions and was blocked by Yang Kaitai's words "Don't make noise".

About ten minutes later, Chu Xingyun took out a handful of change from his chest and threw it in front of Yang Kaitai. He bit the cigarette butt and said, "Go and buy me some food."

Yang Kaitai integrated the change: "You haven't eaten yet?"

Chu Xingyun pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and vomited out his last breath of smoke: "How can I have time?"

After Yang Kaitai left, he called Fu Yi over and pointed out several pages of the document to him. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "A coincidence?"

Without him pointing it out, Fu Yi really couldn't see the connection between these photos. He frowned and said nothing for a while. His dark eyes behind the lens became deeper and deeper.

Fu Yi scanned several key issues he listed on the paper, then sat in Yang Kaitai's position, temporarily acting as a recorder, and said, "Let's start."

When Fang Junhai heard the word "start", his flat brows frowned slightly, and his body pressed back against the back of the chair.

Chu Xingyun closed the information and pushed it to the side, then knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it with a flame, looked at Fang Junhai and asked with a smile: "Don't you mind?"

Fang Junhai had already entered a state of alert, a trace of trance and nervousness appeared in his expression, and he hurriedly said, "Don't mind."

Chu Xingyun picked up the cigarette box: "Do you want it?"

"I don't smoke, thank you."

Chu Xingyun put down the cigarette box, his eyes hidden behind the white smoke quietly glanced over him, and then began the prologue of the interrogation tonight.

"Mr. Fang, I changed my shoes today."

Fang Junhai subconsciously looked down at the leather shoes on his feet, and suddenly remembered something, and his feet suddenly shrank back.

Chu Xingyun saw his reaction in his eyes, and looked at him calmly and coldly and said lightly, "Actually, you shouldn't wear leather shoes, do you know why?"

Fang Junhai did not look at his problem directly, but avoided the topic center and said: "I usually see customers at work and I am used to wearing leather shoes, so I am also at home-"

Chu Xingyun seemed to care nothing about what he said, and knocked the ashes on the edge of the ashtray, interrupting him slowly, and said slowly: "Because of the sticky hair."

Although his eyes were looking at the ashtray, his aftermath was always paying attention to Fang Junhai. Seeing Fang Junhai as if he was suddenly blocked by someone, he remained silent and showed panic.

"Last time I asked you, what cats are you raising? Your wife said it was a Persian cat--"

As he said that, Chu Xingyun paused and then opened a very false smile: "But as far as I know, you seem to be allergic to cats and dogs, and your family does not have cats."

Then, he took out a small evidence bag from his pocket and raised it to Fang Junhai to show it: "Do you know what this is? Is it very similar to the hair you had on your shoes that night?"

Fang Junhai swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva like guilt, and cold sweat rolled on his forehead, and dark light floated in his unmoving pupils.

What Chu Xingyun held in his hand was the few white fox furs he took from the carpet in the bedroom of Room 106.

Fang Junhai's eyes sterned, as if he wanted to refute, but he wanted to argue without saying a word.
Chapter completed!