Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 408 The Sloppy Ghost (23)

Yang Xuebei doesn't think that what she did was wrong, it's just that people don't do it for themselves.

What Yang Xuebei showed at this time was the indifference and arrogance that had never been seen in front of others, how could there be that heart-wrenching person who is as light as a chrysanthemum and elegant? !
Qu Xiaoshui didn't get too entangled with her in these places that had little to do with the case, but asked the most crucial question: "When Pu Cixuan was killed, were you asleep?"

Yang Xuebei looked at Qu Xiaoshui in surprise: "How do you know?"

Qu Xiaoshui tapped the paper in his hand with the cap of his pen: "You just need to answer 'yes' and 'no'."

Yang Xuebei could only nod her head, flattened her lips and replied, "Yes."

The curvature of the curve on the polygraph is normal, and Yang Xuebei did not lie.

"Did you eat anything after entering the crime scene?" Qu Xiaoshui asked.

"No." Yang Xuebei said.

At this time, Qu Xiaoshui's cell phone vibrated, and it was a message from Mi Yu.

Qu Xiaoshui narrowed his eyes: "Have you really never eaten anything?"

Just as Yang Xuebei was about to say no, she suddenly remembered the cup of black coffee, and hurriedly said: "Yes, I remembered, Pu Cixuan bought me a cup of black coffee and brought it. But it was already cold when I drank it."

This time the curve on the polygraph returned to normal, and Yang Xuebei did not lie.

"You fell asleep while cleaning, didn't you?"

Yang Xuebei nodded slowly: "Yes. I suddenly felt very sleepy. I thought it was because I got tired easily at night, so I just sat by the wall to rest. But when I opened my eyes, I saw that Pu Cixuan was dead. Not far from my feet."

The curve on the lie detector is still gentle, Yang Xuebei is telling the truth.

Yang Xuebei couldn't forget the feeling of horror at that time, just because she was courageous didn't mean she wouldn't be afraid when she saw a dead person.

Especially when it was still late at night.

Yang Xuebei gently stroked her arm, and began to recall the situation at that time.

Yang Xuebei has been busy for Pu Cixuan all day. During the day, she went to the store designated by Pu Cixuan to buy things for her new home. At night, she was called from home to clean the new house and install the curtains for her.

Park Cixuan has always used her as a servant, never caring about Yang Xuebei's feelings, Yang Xuebei is almost used to it.

So after taking several beautiful photos for Park Cixuan, she began to sweep and wipe the floor.

After finishing these, she drank all the coffee that Pu Cixuan bought, and then hung up all the curtains that Pu Cixuan brought.

Feeling almost done, Yang Xuebei only felt sore muscles all over her body, and she was extremely tired.

Yang Xuebei sat on the ground, but accidentally took a nap against the wall, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Pu Cixuan lying on her back on the floor.

Pu Cixuan paid great attention to her own appearance and quality of life, it was absolutely impossible for her to lie on the floor without looking like that.

Yang Xuebei hurriedly got up, and moved her knees to Pu Cixuan's side little by little.

At first she was still a little confused, but she didn't find anything wrong, so she pushed Pu Cixuan: "What's wrong with you?"

As a result, she suddenly saw the strangle marks on Pu Cixuan's neck and the wheel needle that was discarded beside the corpse.

Yang Xuebei naturally knew her knitting needles: "Oops, it's my needles..."

Tremblingly, she put her fingers under Pu Cixuan's nose, where there was no warm breath.

Yang Xuebei immediately realized what had happened.

Pu Cixuan is dead!
She was strangled to death with Yang Xuebei's own wheel needle!
People will never know the extent of their potential until they are pushed to the limit.

Yang Xuebei did not scream like ordinary girls. At the same time she realized that Pu Cixuan had died, she was very aware of how disadvantaged she was.

She stuffed the wheel pin into her pocket and murmured softly: "If this continues, I will definitely be wronged and become a murderer. I have to do something! I have to do something!"

Yang Xuebei felt that she was so calm and frightening. Her brain was calculating rapidly, and she thought of a way to get rid of her suspicions—disguising people as being killed after she left.

Following the method in the comics she liked to read when she was bored, she decided to heat the corpse in order to confuse Park Cixuan's death time.

Yang Xuebei removed the installed blackout curtains and covered Pu Cixuan's body.

He emptied the canvas bag that he had been carrying all the time, then poured in a whole bag of Chixiaodou that he had bought for a special price at the supermarket, and ran quickly to the kitchen on the first floor to heat it up in the microwave.

Yang Xuebei was not sure whether such a method could really confuse the time of death, but it was the best choice her feverish brain could make at that time.

In the interrogation room, Yang Xuebei truthfully told the situation at that time.

Qu Xiaoshui thought for a while and asked, "Usually, do you carry grains like Chixiaodou with you?"

Yang Xuebei shook her head: "How is it possible? I'm still very burdened, okay? A little fairy is the one who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, okay?!"

She pinched her fingers boredly: "That day happened to be a special sale in the supermarket, and I would only buy Chixiaodou when it was [-]% off. In order to become a professional model, I am very short of money."

"After two o'clock in the morning, were you the one who replied to Shen Junwei's message?" Qu Xiaoshui asked, thinking of Pu Cixuan's chat screenshot.

"Well, it's me." Yang Xuebei said frankly: "At that time, I just estimated that the time was almost up, so I hung up all the curtains. At that time, Pu Cixuan's message notification sounded."

The sudden voice in the quiet room with four people startled Yang Xuebei.

There is a very shallow pocket on Pu Cixuan's skirt, but this person likes to keep his mobile phone in his pocket, and she is not afraid if it cannot be dropped.

When Yang Xuebei was reaching for Pu Cixuan's mobile phone, she accidentally touched the canvas bag on Pu Cixuan's abdomen with her arm.

The zipper of the canvas bag had slits at both ends, and when it was knocked down, all the warm red beans inside scattered out, so she had no choice but to pick them up one by one.

When Yang Xuebei didn't notice, there was a leftover Chixiaodou that entered Pu Cixuan's pocket.

After replying to Shen Junwei's message, Yang Xuebei carefully wiped off the fingerprints on the phone screen, and then used Pu Cixuan's hands to randomly press the screen a few times before stuffing the phone back into the small pocket.

After stuffing all the things related to herself back into the canvas bag, Yang Xuebei left the scene in a hurry.

In order to create an alibi for herself, even though she was very tired, she still dragged her heavy body to the coffee shop she frequented to knit a scarf.

"Is the wheel needle you mentioned still in your hand?" Qu Xiaoshui asked.

(End of this chapter)