The days when I caught the murderer in the script kill game

"Ten years ago, I just opened a chemical factory from scratch. In order to save costs, I didn't buy a sewage filtration device and directly discharged the waste water into the river next to it. I thought there would be no major problems because no one used water for this river. , But, but..." Wang Jianjia showed pain, and continued: "But I didn't expect the water to seep and circulate so quickly, and it polluted the drinking water in the nearby town."

Bai Qian looked at Wang Jianjia coldly, how could a person with normal education not know the power of chemical elements.

"Oh, you didn't think of it? How could you not think of it? I read your resume. You graduated from high school. No matter how bad you are at studying, you have always studied chemical geography? How could you not know the dangers of these things?" Lin Chengslow Slowly walked around from behind the sofa to the front, looking directly at Wang Jian's house.

"Wang Jianjia, stop lying!" Zhang Han came out of the bedroom and came to the banquet hall.

Lin Cheng and Bai Qian watched Zhang Han come out, knowing that they were about to confront each other.

"Ten years ago, my son died because of your messy sewage." Zhang Han looked at Wang Jian's house and choked up.

Wang Jianjia looked at Aunt Zhang who was completely different from usual, and was surprised. Zhang Han has a son?Also died because of the sewage from his factory ten years ago?

"Your son? Didn't you say you're not married?" Wang Jianjia slowly got up from the sofa and looked at Zhang Han in disbelief.

Zhang Han stared at Wang Jian's house, pursed his lips hard, seemed to be suppressing the great hatred, and then said: "Yes, seven years ago, my son lived in the town next to your factory, because he has been citing your factory for a long time. Shui suffered from bone pain and eventually died, and my husband and I escaped the disaster because we have been working in other places for many years."

After she finished speaking, tears were streaming down her face.

Wang Jianjia looked at Zhang Han and slowly recalled the past ten years ago.

Ten years ago, his chemical plant just started to make a profit, but within a few years, he received a notice from the quality supervision department to rectify the sewage discharge, but Wang Jianjia didn't care at that time, because these departments only issued a circular, He didn't come to check, so he kept procrastinating.

Not long after, TV began to frequently report that people nearby began to seek medical treatment because of bone pain all over the body.

Only then did Wang Jianjia realize that his sewage seemed to be in trouble. He hurriedly shut down his chemical plant, fled that small town, came to this city, and started a high-end restaurant business.

"No, it wasn't me, I didn't do it." Wang Jianjia denied again that these things have passed for many years.

"After my son died, I started looking for someone to help with the investigation. In the end, I found out that my son got sick because of the sewage from your factory, but when I found that factory, the person in charge had already left." Zhang Hanyi Every word is very hard.

She continued: "But people always leave traces when they do things. I finally found out that you are the person in charge. I divorced my husband and followed you to this place to apply for your nanny."

"You..." Wang Jianjia was too shocked to speak.

But he also reacted quickly and said, "You, you came to my house to apply for revenge? So you killed my son?"

Wang Jianjia understood, and pushed the identity of the murderer onto Zhang Han. After speaking, he knelt down and looked at the corpse on the sofa.

Zhang Han looked at Wang Jianjia and sneered. She didn't know if she was the murderer, but even if she was, she was relieved because she avenged her son.

"The cause of death is still unclear, how do you know that I am the murderer?" Zhang Han wiped away his tears, and questioned Wang Jianjia with clear eyes.

As soon as she said that, the broadcast that had been silent for a long time came again.

[Hello, players, we are now announcing the autopsy clues]

[Autopsy report: no internal injuries, the deceased's organs failed]

[A small amount of □□"relaxation" residue was found on the clothes]

[There are blue and purple marks drawn out on the arm]

[Death time does not exceed two hours]

[Blood test: There is a residue of "relaxation"]

[There are a lot of welts on the body]

[The clues to the deceased have been announced, I wish all players find the murderer as soon as possible]

When the broadcast ended, several people fell into deep thought again, still not knowing the specific cause of death of the deceased.

Lin Cheng walked to the sofa, squatted next to the corpse, and lifted the clothes of the corpse. Ten-year-old Wang Shang's chest and grief were densely covered with welts, but the scabs had already scabbed over, and only a few fresh welts leaked out. There were traces of blood.

Bai Qian also came forward, and saw the whip marks on Wang Shang's body, his heart was filled with sorrow, and his eyes dimmed.

"Wang Jianjia, you and Liu Wei did all of this?" Bai Qian asked Wang Jianjia angrily. Wang Shang was still so young, why did he treat him like this.

He knew that Wang and his wife abused Wang Shang, but he didn't know how cruel it was.

Wang Jianjia looked at the marks on Wang Shang's body, and his eyes were hidden. In fact, he didn't do these things, but he didn't stop them either.

"It's not me, it's not me." Wang Jianjia lowered his head and denied, but his tone was insufficient.

Lin Cheng got up and walked to Wang Jian's house, his smiling face disappeared from the sight of Wang Shang's whip marks, and his face seemed to be covered with blackness.

"You still have the face to deny it, how can you bear such a small child?" Lin Cheng paused, pressing Wang Jian's family.

Wang Jian's family was persecuted, and his temples were constantly sweating, but he didn't want to tell the truth, so he boldly questioned Lin Cheng: "Mr. Lin, I also found clues about you. Don't force me, or I will now Just announce it."

His legs trembled, but his mouth kept on talking.

Lin Cheng chuckled, looked at Wang Jian's family with disdain and said, "It's up to you, just say it now, let's talk about your doubts after I finish explaining."

"You, why do you have miniature guns in your bag?" Wang Jianjia also saw Lin Cheng's bag just now, and asked aloud.

"Your son wanted me to take him away before he was alive, but I don't have any evidence that you abused him. I can't be charged with child trafficking? So I came today to pry open your study bedroom to collect evidence. Are you satisfied? "Lin Cheng said while walking, even answering other people's doubts, the momentum is still very strong.

Wang Jianjia took a step back, lowering his head in fear, thinking about something.

As if he hadn't figured it out, he raised his head again and said, "You, you also know about this?"

Lin Cheng smiled disdainfully, and continued: "You husband and wife still want to hide this deed?" He turned sideways, turned his head to look at Wang Jian's house, then turned his gaze to Zhang Han, and said with a smile: "Why? , Is there any other clues in my bag? Say it together, oh yes, there is also a strange painting, right?"

Zhang Han and Wang Jianjia looked at each other again, a little surprised, and their silent attitude showed that they had indeed seen the painting.

"That painting was given to me by your son." Lin Cheng walked closer to Wang Jian's house and the corpse.

A few hours ago, this corpse was still a talking and laughing child, who could even play the piano, and would ask Lin Cheng bitterly because he didn't want to play the piano.

When Wang Jianjia and Liu Wei didn't know it, Wang Shang would still paint to express his emotions.

Bai Qian didn't know what that painting was, but his intuition had something to do with Wang Shang's desire to escape from the house.He stared at Lin Cheng, trying to get something.

Lin Cheng felt Bai Qian's gaze, turned his head to look at Bai Qian, straightened his hair at him, and raised his eyebrows playfully.

After doing this, he turned cold, looked at Wang Jian's family and continued: "You couple often beat and scold Wang Shang, but Wang Shang likes this world, but because you and Liu Wei are almost all-round monitoring caregivers, he doesn't Find a way to seek help and comfort from others. And that painting is also a glimmer of hope he still has for this world."

Lin Cheng paused, looked down at the corpse on the sofa, and said, "He told me before that he wanted me to take him away and gave me this painting. Doesn't this painting look very good?" Beautiful, but do you know that this is Wang Shang's hope?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Cheng stared at Wang Jian's family, watching his reaction.

Wang Jianjia has already retreated to the sofa, with his calf leaning against the soft cushion, but at the moment, he doesn't care about this.

Bai Qian stood in front of the sofa where Wang Shang was lying, squatted down slowly, and touched Wang Shang's hand with his own. There was basically no flesh on Wang Shang's hand, but there were some calluses on it. It seemed unbelievable. It was the hand of a ten-year-old boy.

"You have no right to threaten me." Bai Qian slowly raised his head to look at Wang Jianjia, he bit his lip tightly, not knowing what to say.

"I..." Wang Jianjia's complexion was ugly, he hesitated to speak.

Zhang Han stood aside, her eyes were red again, and some tears slowly gathered, she didn't know what to say: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Bai Qian got up, looked at Zhang Han, and then at Lin Cheng. He walked to Zhang Han, knowing that Zhang Han was not clean, so Bai Qian asked directly: "What did you say? Why did you say sorry?"

Lin Cheng glanced at Wang Jian's house coldly, and slowly walked behind Bai Qian, he was worried that Zhang Han would do something unfavorable to Bai Qian again.

"I shouldn't have poisoned Shang Shang, I'm also a mother, I...how could I...I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Han's tears welled up in her eyes, instantly drowning her painful expression, and she squatted down slowly while crying Come down, then buried his face and wept bitterly.

Bai Qian looked at Zhang Han crying, but couldn't feel any pity, because after he saw the whip marks on Wang Shang's body just now, he wanted to understand how Zhang Han poisoned him.

"It's too late to say it now, after all, you have achieved your goal, haven't you?" Bai Qian's voice was soft, but his tone was very cold.

Seeing Bai Qian, Lin Cheng began to question, and looked at him with a smile, wanting to see how he disassembled Zhang Han's clues.

"Aunt Zhang, you already knew that Wang Jian's family and the others whipped Wang Shang, right?" Bai Qian lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Han, paused and continued, "Although I don't know when you knew that Wang Jian's family started You abused Wang Shang, but I think that after you found out about this matter, you thought it would be very helpful to your plan."

Bai Qian felt that Lin Cheng had been staring at him, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Cheng and saw Lin Cheng looking at him with a silly smile on his face, his face suddenly started to burn, he hurriedly averted his gaze, and continued: " You got the medicine "Sanxin", which is colorless and odorless, very similar to washing powder, so you mixed it into washing powder and used it to wash Wang Shang's clothes, and the medicinal properties remained on the clothes , Wang Shang often has wounds on his body, which also speeds up the speed at which the poison enters the body."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Han on the ground was already crying badly, and he cried more and more with Bai Qian's deduction.

"So, are you the murderer?" Bai Qian swallowed, looked down at Zhang Han and asked.

Zhang Han's tears dripped down on the floor, she shook her head: "No, it's not me, it's not me...I don't know, I don't know..."

Lin Cheng glanced at Zhang Han, he frowned in disgust, he hated crying girls the most.

Both of them focused their attention on Zhang Han, and no one saw Wang Jianjia's wandering eyes.

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