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Chapter 734 Are you really not the murderer?
His words sounded quite explosive in Zhu Tao's ears.

The cold gaze fell on Zhu Tao's heart like a blade, and a chill slowly rose from his spine.

Zhu Tao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened, "How dare you! You are a policeman and you dare to bend the law for your own gain!"

"I'm not really a policeman." Lu Zhaohe shrugged, "Besides, even if you go out, who will believe what you say? Besides, I have thousands of ways to stop you and make you stop talking. I can’t speak, what can you do to me?”

He leaned forward, with a hint of amusement on his face.

Zhu Tao moved his lips. He felt that his head was as big as an ox, and an inexplicable haze lingered on top of his head. There was a buzzing sound in his head, as if there were dozens of mosquitoes flying around his ears.

He shook his legs, and his eyes still showed a hint of feignity: "You fart, do you think I don't know that there are cameras in the interrogation room? If you do anything that violates the law, you won't be able to get away with it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhaohe seemed to have heard some big joke.

The corners of his mouth slowly opened into a teasing arc, but the indifference on his face became increasingly visible.

"It's just a camera. I can turn it on, so I can't let it malfunction suddenly?" He smiled slightly, seemingly sarcastically, "Besides - Zhu Tao, are you really not the murderer?"

Lu Zhaohe's gaze became colder and colder as he stared at him, and a sharp light flashed through his eyes.

The last syllable fell in Zhu Tao's ears like a drum beat. His face turned visibly white, and in the obviously low temperature interrogation room, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A kind of dazed fear swept through his body. Zhu Tao's hands clenched inadvertently, and his eyes were not as firm as before.

He looked away from Lu Zhaohe, bit his lower lip and did not answer.

Seeing that the time seemed ripe, Lu Zhaohe raised his head slightly and said, "So, I will give you one last chance now. You can decide whether you want to speak or not."

After saying that, Lu Zhaohe folded his arms and leaned on the table behind him.

Zhu Tao's breathing was obviously a little rapid.

He felt a sense of panic in his heart, and folded his hands on his knees, his fingertips twisting together in annoyance.

When he raised his eyes again, he looked at Lu Zhaohe as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Time passed by, and the air was so quiet that you could hear their breathing.

About 2 minutes later, Lu Zhaohe's cell phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket.

He moved his gaze away from Zhu Tao, glanced at the caller ID and picked up.

"The result is out?"

"Are you sure it's him? Okay, got it."

Just a brief question and answer made Zhu Tao break into a cold sweat.

He looked at Lu Zhaohe again with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

After putting down the phone, Lu Zhaohe lightly pursed his lips and said, "Congratulations, your only chance is gone now."

After saying that, he turned around without mercy and strode towards the door.

"and many more!"

As soon as he took two steps, the person behind him suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute, I'll tell you!"

Lu Zhaohe stopped but did not look back.

Zhu Tao moved forward, raised his shackled hands and grasped the iron railing in front of him, "I'll tell you everything I know. I'm really not the murderer!"

Lu Zhaohe turned around calmly, "Oh?"

Zhu Tao took a deep breath and continued, "But I know who the murderer is."

It could be heard that he was trying his best to control his breathing.

"Who?" Lu Zhaohe raised his eyebrows with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.Zhu Tao paused for a moment, "I don't know."

Lu Zhaohe's expression suddenly became gloomy.

Seeing the change in his expression, Zhu Tao quickly explained, "I'm not kidding you. Although I don't know who that person is, I have seen his face. You ask a painter to come over and I will describe it. You let him Draw it!”

Zhu Tao's facial features were almost twisted together.

Seeing Lu Zhaohe's scrutinizing eyes, Zhu Tao became a little anxious, "You don't believe me, do you?"

Lu Zhaohe stood still, "Why didn't you say anything just now? How do I know if you are playing with me now?"

Zhu Tao raised his hands above his head and made a clattering sound as he pulled on the shackles, "What good does it do me to lie? I promise that everything I tell is the truth!"

His legs kept shaking, fearing that Lu Zhaohe would impulsively accuse him of an unfounded crime.

Leaving an ugly criminal record would ruin his life.

Lu Zhaohe's eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds.

The other party repeatedly assured him that he was not lying, and even almost brought his wife out as a guarantee.

After a while, he opened his thin lips and said, "Wait here."

After that, Lu Zhaohe turned around neatly and left the interrogation room.

The moment the door closed, Liu Chenchen, who had been waiting at the door, couldn't wait to come forward.

He held the phone in his hand and shook it at Lu Zhaohe, "What's up, Brother Lu, did I make the call just in time?"

There is no doubt that the call inside just now was made by him.

In fact, there was no fingerprint comparison at all. The traces at the scene were so messy, and the main clues were almost wiped out. In fact, there were basically not many useful clues left.

Noticing Lu Zhaohe's gloomy expression, he sighed helplessly, "I've already told you, except for his mouth, which is hard, everything else about this kid is soft."

Lu Zhaohe twitched his lips, "You don't know why he talks so hard?"

Seeing a trace of determination in his expression, Liu Chenchen came closer and said, "I admit that I can't do it, so what did you deceive?"

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, and he knew that as long as Lu Zhaohe took action, he would definitely not return without success.

"Find a painter." Lu Zhaohe frowned without leaving a trace, raised his hand, and gave him the answer neatly, "He said he had seen the murderer."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Chenchen opened his mouth in surprise.

This is not what he expected.

He kicked the phone into his pocket and glanced at the door of the interrogation room, "It's really not him?!"

Lu Zhaohe frowned, with a trace of impatience in his tone, "Okay, don't be poor here, hurry up and find a painter. His temperament is unstable. If it's too late, something may change."

Of course Liu Chenchen knew the urgency of the matter. He nodded quickly, turned around and headed towards the office.

Five minutes later, Liu Chenchen jogged back, bringing a man with a ponytail behind him, "This is the soul painter of our bureau, Ah Fei."

The man called Ah Fei held a paintbrush and a sketchbook in his hands, and nodded politely to Lu Zhaohe.

Lu Zhaohe nodded in response, "Has he told you the specific situation?"

A Fei just glanced at him lightly and said "Hmm" through his nose.

He refused to say a word, and his answers were indeed concise and powerful. It can be seen that those who engage in art have more character.

(End of this chapter)