C9 (1/2)

I knew that Fatty Lei's brain was working. Looking at his expression, I really wanted to go up and give him a few pointers. ”Damn fatty, quickly tell me, what did you find out?”

Fat Lei looked at the wounds of the dead woman and said smilingly, ”We missed a detail. According to your description, the person who informed you was the waiter, right?”

I numbly nodded my head.

Fat Lei looked at me and smiled, then shook his head like a rattle. ”You're wrong. Besides the dead, who was in the toilet at that time?”

I thought for a moment. ”Ding Lan Xin, Senior Sister Ding, do you suspect her? No, that's impossible, you don't know how much she drank that night, Lafite of '92! She drank more than one bottle, and there were also a few bottles of beer. If it was me in the past, I would have already entered the hospital. ”

”Not really!” Fatty Lei was very sure, ”The underworld! You still don't understand women. Sometimes, women's alcohol tolerance is like a bottomless pit, their depths bottomless. ”

I didn't think much of his denial. ”You didn't see the scene just now. Ding Lan Xin's little face was so red that blood was about to seep out. It's impossible, it can't be her.”

Fatty Lei covered the corpse with the white cloth and walked in front of me, ”Let me analyze the scene of the crime for you again. The victim, Ding Lan Xin and the waiter. ”After the murder, the waiter informed everyone in the room of the news. Just think about it, drunk Ding Lan Xin, how could she be half awake in that state?”

I felt a little helpless, thinking that Fatty Lei was trying to force the truth out of me. ”It's not hard to understand, as a girl! Seeing the scene of the murder, he must have been frightened, not to mention the fact that the wounds of the dead are easily misunderstood, which explains why the Dinglan Heart Wine has been half awoken. ”

Fatty Lei shook his head at me and sighed, ”Or do you have to say that you don't understand women, much less Ding Lan Xin? What kind of character is she, would she be scared by a murder scene?”

This seemed to make some sense, ”You suspect that Ding Lan Xin is the murderer? And the motive? Was that tiny wound caused by Ding Lan's heart? Is she capable of it? ”

”I'm starting to get the hang of it!” Fatty Lei pointed at me and said, ”How is her relationship with Xiang Yang? Do you understand? ”

At this moment, I fell into deep thought. In the end, Fatty Lei or his suspect is also afternoon sun, so Ding Lan Xin …

Fatty Lei continued, ”There are two possibilities. The first is that Ding Lan's heart isn't drunk at all, and she's performing in the bathroom in this farce. However, this isn't a very likely scenario, and I didn't think that they would do it for a reason.

”You suspect that Guang Yang has some special purpose that allows him to be caught by Ding Lan's heart?”

”Maybe! ”You can't make wild guesses about this sort of thing. Just see if Ding Lan has any work to do in the morning.” Fatty Lei looked at me, deep in thought.

I don't know how confident Fatty Lei is, but judging from his expression, this murder case definitely has something to do with Ding Lan's heart. Zhong Yang, on the other hand, is even more certain that he didn't die.

Fatty Lei and I spent the night in the office. When we woke up the next morning, everyone was shocked to see Fatty Lei. Duan Hong Qi also frowned, ”Tang Lei, there's no major case. You can rest at home.”

I looked around and found that Ding Lan Xin wasn't there. She must have drank too much yesterday and asked for a leave of absence.

Fatty Lei shook his head and laughed, ”Old Duan! Why are you being polite to me? I know you're in trouble, and it's not easy. How about this! Netherworld and I will run to the battlefield to check on the basic situation of the dead, so as to not add to your problems. ”

Duan Hong Qi looked around and reluctantly agreed.

Fat Lei and I walked out of the Bureau's door. He tugged at my sleeve. What are you doing? Aren't we going to check on the background of the deceased? ”

Fatty Lei's cynical expression immediately disappeared. ”Go find Ding Lan Xin.” I think I figured it out that night. Murder! ”Actually, there's no need for this to happen at all!”

Looking at his expression of certainty, I was at a loss. There was no need to commit murder? What kind of logic was this?

He saw that I was in a daze. He stood in the street, lit two cigarettes, and offered me one. He blew out his eyes.

I thought about it. ”Me and you!”

”Who else?”