The male god of fast wearing has his own acting buff

Chapter 154 Nursery Rhyme Murder Case (7)

"Will there be any phone calls after that?" Fang Yaoyang continued to ask.

"No."

Le Baishi answered truthfully, theoretically, Yaoyang's criminal investigation team had already grasped all these clues, after all, there was surveillance in the original owner's father's villa.

As for the company's monitoring, she thought Fang Yaoyang had already seen it, and the part where the murderer committed the crime must have been erased, otherwise she would not have been arrested for questioning.

"Um……"

After Fang Yaoyang memorized Le Baishi's confession one by one, he closed the notebook.

At the same time, his mobile phone on the table also responded. Fang Yaoyang looked at it, frowned quickly, and immediately returned to normal.

"Does Miss Le know why we interrogated you first?"

Fang Yaoyang raised his eyes again, his eyes were slightly cold, and the sense of oppression struck him without any concealment.

As expected of the well-known cold-blooded captain, if it was an ordinary prisoner or one with poor psychological quality, he would probably have been frightened.

Le Baishi didn't think so, she chuckled and shook her head.

Fang Yaoyang raised his eyebrows, "Last night at 22:50, our bureau received an anonymous call to the police, claiming that a woman in the Leshang Group committed suicide with an axe."

He took out two Polaroid photos from his notebook, pushed them in front of Le Baishi, and continued, "When we arrived at the scene of the crime, the murderer disappeared. Mr. Le Jianhua, the chairman of Le Shang Group, was hanged with multiple wounds. On the ceiling of the conference room on the sixth floor."

"Another victim, Ms. Xiang Baihe, was also lying in the second-floor garage of the Leshang Group with multiple wounds."

"So you suspect that it was me who carried the axe?"

Le Baishi is funny in her heart, is she the only woman in the whole Leshang Group?

"I'm sorry, in every murder case, all the people involved are my suspects."

Fang Yaoyang pressed a button beside the table, and after a while, the iron door behind him opened, and Qu Ling walked in with a stack of documents.

She glanced at Le Baishi, her eyes were full of worry and helplessness.

Fang Yaoyang took out a piece of paper from the documents and handed it to Le Baishi.

"This is the registration form for controlled knives from a certain hardware store. It says that three afternoons ago, Miss Le, you visited this hardware store and registered to buy a small hand ax with your real name."

Le Baishi glanced at the paper, sure enough, her name and ID number were on it.

There was also a photograph of a hand ax in the lower part of the paper, which was indeed exactly the same as the murder weapon.

"What proof do you have that I bought it myself? The signature on this piece of paper is not my handwriting."

Le Baishi clicked the names on the paper, and said, "The hardware store should have anti-theft cameras. If I really showed up here three days ago, then I have nothing to say."

Fang Yaoyang laughed helplessly: "If I have such direct evidence, then Miss Le, where you are sitting now, should be our detention cell."

"To tell you the truth, the monitoring of the hardware store, including the monitoring of your Leshang Group from 20:23 to [-]:[-] last night, was coincidentally missing due to system loopholes."

"So in fact, you don't have direct evidence to prove that I am the murderer."

Le Baishi nodded, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Captain Fang, can I say a few words of my opinion?"

Fang Yaoyang raised his hand: "Please tell me."

Le Baishi pointed to the photo of Le Jianhua's corpse: "It should be very clear from your investigation that I am a severe asthma patient. Not to mention after the onset, even in normal times, I don't have much strength because of my weak body."

"Excuse me, a weak woman, how do I hang this corpse from the ceiling? And it is recorded in my medical report that the smell of blood is one of the allergens of my asthma. The appearance of my father's corpse... I am afraid it is still If you don’t touch it, you’re already sick.”

(End of this chapter)