479: C479 Worship Me as Much as You Can

C479 Worship Me as Much as You Can

After Rong Yinn's matter came to an end, Fu Nuan's attention returned to the case.

There were people who were suspicious, but there was no evidence pointing to whether the direction of the investigation was wrong or there was some deviation in some segment, which caused her to neglect something.

Unconsciously, she fell into deep thought again and muttered: "Curse invitation. The flower pot injured Lin Ke and inexplicably fell from the building. Cheng Xin thought that she was an otaku who was cheated of money by Cheng Xin. Cheng Xin's ex-boyfriend, her ex-boyfriend's brother. . . "

There must be some kind of connection between these people and the incident. But what exactly was it?

There was hatred between Cheng Xin and the person who could kill her. Among the known people, the boy who thought Cheng Xin cheated him of money and Sun Xian's brother were all suspects.

However, there was no evidence at the moment. Furthermore, Chen Dong did not hesitate to admit that he did hate Cheng Xin. If he really was the murderer, his mental state would be too good and he would know how to bluff.

As for Suen Fei, his words were almost watertight. Even Fu Nuan felt that if she suspected him, a good brother who had lost his brother, she would not be able to bear it.

"What exactly is wrong. . . "

Rong Yu lightly flicked her head and called back her wandering thoughts.

"Prof. Rong, my brain capacity is running out. Hurry and help me think, what exactly is the problem?"

"Yes. "

Rong Yu let out a nasal sound, but did not continue to speak.

Fu Nuan looked at him strangely and found that he was looking at her meaningfully.

Generally speaking, this kind of Prof. Rong. . .

"Hubby, you are so smart, can you help me? Give me some hints. . . "

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and gestured for her to go over.

She walked to his side and obediently sat in his arms.

His fingers gently wrapped around her hair and slowly said, "What do you care about the most now?"

Fu Nuan thought for a while and replied, "The rooftop. How did the murderer avoid the eyes of the security guards on duty and take her to the rooftop before throwing her down?"

"That doesn't sound possible, does it?"

Fu Nuan nodded. This was what she could not understand the most.

"If what the security guard said is the truth, it is indeed impossible. But if he lied. . . "

"You are saying. . . "

Fu Nuan was enlightened after hearing this.

Maybe it was because the security guard looked too honest and honest. She never thought he might not be telling the truth.

Of course, it did not mean that he conspired with the murderer or protected the murderer, but if he lied, he would not be there all the time during his shift. He was afraid of taking responsibility for the deaths, so he chose to hide it. It was not that there was no such possibility.

"Why didn't I think of such a simple reason!"

Fu Nuan rubbed her head in annoyance. People said that she was silly for three years when she was pregnant. Why did she still feel that her IQ was not enough?

"Simple?"

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"No. . . I said something wrong! It's not simple at all. My husband is the best!"

Fu Nuan quickly tried to make amends before Prof. Rong got angry.

"Yes, worship me to your heart's content. "

With this suspicion, Fu Nuan decided to go and talk to the security guard the next day to see if she could get anything out of him.

. . .

The next day.

Fu Nuan rushed to the school building where Cheng Xin had fallen earlier. The security guard who was supposed to be on duty at the entrance to the rooftop was not there.

Logically speaking, he should have already been on duty at this time.

Fu Nuan remembered that the day Cheng Xin fell off the building was around this time.

At this time of the day, the security guard was not at his post. Was it a coincidence or was it his habit to do so every day?

And someone happened to be in control of this. Taking advantage of the time when he was not around to knock Cheng Xin out and drag her onto the rooftop?

If it was really as she had guessed, This person must have planned this long ago. Perhaps he knew this security guard, or perhaps he had been observing his actions for more than a few weeks.

Fu Nuan sat in the security guard's position and waited for him to come back. She waited for almost half an hour.

. . .

"Sir, you're back?"

Fu Nuan saw a figure not far away. It was the security guard who brought her and Rong Yu to the rooftop that day.

When he saw Fu Nuan, an unnatural expression appeared on his face.

"You. . . Why are you here again? Didn't you see the rooftop last time?"

Fu Nuan smiled and said, "I didn't come to the rooftop, I came to find you. "

When the security guard heard this, his expression changed drastically. Could it be that his secret had been discovered?

"Looking for me? Why are you looking for me? I just went to the toilet. My stomach hurts. "

" I was here about half an hour ago. I had diarrhea for more than half an hour? Is your leg alright? "

Fu Nuan stared at the security guard's leg suspiciously. He felt guilty from being stared at and almost could not help but want to tell her everything.

"You guys work and wake up early and sleep late. It is also very tiring. I can understand why you are lazy. But your superiors shouldn't be as reasonable as me. As long as you tell me if you leave your duty for more than half an hour at this time every day, I swear I won't tell your superiors. "

The security guard looked at her awkwardly, not knowing if he should believe what she said.

"There won't be much difference between leaving without permission once and leaving without permission multiple times. So if it's true, it doesn't matter even if you admit it. On the contrary, what you said might be of great help to the investigation of Cheng Xin's case. "

"I. . . "

The security guard hesitated again and again, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and admitted it.

"About ten minutes before that girl fell off the building, I went to hide as usual, but I didn't expect this to happen. I was afraid that I would have to take responsibility if I was discovered, so I could only hide it and return to my post during the chaos. . . I really didn't do it on purpose. . . Sigh!"

Finally saying the truth, the security guard felt a lot better.

After Fu Nuan heard it, she frowned seriously.2

In that case, the possibility of her previous guess was even higher.

"Does anyone know about this habit of yours?"

The security guard thought for a while and moved his mouth but did not say anything. He swallowed his words back.

"If you think of something, please tell me. Otherwise, you might be considered as covering up for the murderer. "

Fu Nuan continued to try to convince him and pry the secret out of his mouth.

"Sigh. . . There is such a young man. He knows that I will go back and hide at this time every day. It was probably about a month ago. When I returned to my post and saw him sitting in my seat, I was shocked. He said that he liked silence. Going up to the rooftop to take a breather would make reading more immersive. At that time, I was worried that he would report me. I had no choice but to agree. Later on, I found out that this young man was quite good and would cover for me. Sometimes, he would even bring me some food. . . "

Speaking up to this point, he stopped abruptly and asked Fu Nuan in surprise, "You are not suspecting him, right? No. . . Impossible. That young man is gentle and looks very sunny. It is impossible for him to kill people. "

Fu Nuan pursed her lips. She did not look like the murderer. It might not be that he was not the murderer. After all, the murderer would not write those words on her face.

"What is his name?"

The security guard shook his head and said, "I don't know. . . "

Under Fu Nuan's questioning gaze, he still insisted.

"I really don't know. I didn't ask his name. . . "

"Uncle, I'll give it to you. . . "

The voice stopped abruptly.

Fu Nuan heard it and turned her head to look. That person, she had just met not too long ago. . .

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