The twilight re-emerged in thinking.She looked out the window, sorting out her thoughts.In fact, before this, Zhang Yonghai and Hou Fugui had a great suspicion of crime in her eyes.Now she was beginning to doubt her instincts.

The cross... excerpts from the Bible...calm and perfect knife tuckings...the seeds of tomato...a man with faith, knowledge, deep city, deep-thinking...

Both of them don’t seem to fit these characteristics.

Or maybe one of them is well hidden.

She hoped, as described in the mystery novel, that if she had cleverly found a certain clue hidden in the depths of the case, she could sit motionless on the sofa and find the answer with a rich imagination.

But that’s a novel, not a reality.

The criminal in reality may not be highly intelligent and highly educated.Perhaps it was only because of simple motives, and only because of his good psychological qualities and some accidental factors, that he was finally able to get away with it, perhaps simply because a vague footprint in the corner was ignored, or because a sloppy investigation could make the whole pre-detection operation a success.

Too much injustice is an ideal.Without strong justice, sin naturally prevails.

For Lu Xiaotang, there are not many clues that can be used at present.If the offender happens to be on the list, that’s lucky.

“Where are we going tomorrow?”Shen Tao asked.

"I'll go to the radio school."Lu Xiaotang said."Old Shen, you take Cao Qing, Fan Xiaopeng, they focus on the list of suspects one by one."

Wu Biao looked at Xiao Jianzhang and pressed a tattered thick book on Hou Fufu's chest.He picked up a hammer and hit it hard.

He grunted like a hand choking his neck and choking the scream into his chest.He twitched painfully on the ground.

Don't worry, you can't die.Wu Biao laughed.

Xiao Jianzhang grabbed Hou Fu’s hair and brought him up.He coughed hard and cried with tears.“Tell the truth.To be honest, you’re okay.Think about how you put your medicine in Li Shuzhen's tea."

“What medicine?I don't know, it's not me."Rich people answered.

Xiao Jianzhang looked up at Wu Biao."This guy's mouth is hard."

"How dare he commit such a crime if he is easy to deal with."

*************

Friday, August 19, cloudy and sometimes clear, 9:56.

Department of Journalism and Communication, Radio Academy.

Jia Nan and Li Shuzhen share an office, and he teaches the “History of Modern Communication Development”.Before Li Shuzhen left school on the day of the incident, he was probably the last person to see her.

Jia Nan's first impression of Lu Xiaotang is somewhat spiritual.Thirty years old, thin and tall, walking the water snake waist, glasses can be described as the bottom of the bottle, two eyes as deep as a hole.

"Li Shuzhen is a very talented person."Jasper said with a thick nasal sound.

Murong Yuchuan was sitting next to Lu Xiaotang playing with the iPhone in his hand.

“She’s very serious about her work.It is also very friendly to students.She writes fairly well and is often published in professional journals.I admire her very much, even a little jealous."

Murong Yuchuan did not know what he was doing, and accidentally got the iPhone out of the "dinging" music.The coughing twice reminded him.