Three Doubts

  "If you're going to tell me about these illusory images, then the examination is a failure."

  This was Gao Cheng's conclusion after catching my gaze and observing my expression. I felt indignant about those two words "evaluation", but still picked up the materials on the table again, and started thinking.

  Within half an hour, the two of us didn't exchange a word, and I focused my attention on the papers and photos. Except for the initial gaze from Gao Cheng's scrutiny, which made me feel uncomfortable as it was fixed on my profile, after he shifted his line of sight, I was no longer distracted. Perhaps because I had previously felt the image of Xiuxiang before her death, looking at those blood-stained photos again didn't make me feel uneasy anymore, and among them, one photo shocked me the most - the scene of Wu Yan's father and daughter's deaths.

  That place was a green belt, with grass on the ground. Due to the rain in the past few days, the soil was soft and loose. The impact of falling from the 11th floor was not small, and Wu Yan's body hit the ground and made a hole. What shocked me was that at the last moment of his death, he held his daughter Wu Bingbing in his arms with his face up, sparing her from the severe impact. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid the little girl would have fallen from the high building, smashing into pieces, and losing all features.

  I lifted my head from the case files and immediately heard a voice beside me asking, "Have you found an answer?"

  She slightly adjusted her gaze, looking at Gao Cheng with a bored expression, and said: "There are three points in total. I don't know if my thoughts are correct or not. Firstly, we found a mark on the leg of Mr. Wu's table, which I think was made by an adult." As she spoke, she glanced at his arm intentionally or unintentionally, but since he didn't ask for clarification, she continued to explain her point: "Secondly, when Mr. Wu fell from the building, he was holding his daughter, proving that they fell together and that he should not have been dead yet at that moment, which can rule out the possibility of being killed and then thrown down."

  It's unlikely that any murderer would be bored enough to kill a father and son, then deliberately throw the child from upstairs while being held by the father.

  Gao Cheng remained silent, his dark eyes calm and collected. When he acknowledged my point of view, he continued to explain: "If the image I felt earlier was real, then I think the murder of Yu Xiuping's family was not a random break-in, she must have known the killer; if it was fake," I hesitated for a moment, "I still don't think it was an accident, because Donggang is seven kilometers away from the residential area, and it's unlikely that the killer would coincidentally stumble upon them."

  There was some anticipation and some trepidation, not knowing what kind of evaluation he would give. But there was no chance to find out, because just then the door to the interrogation room opened again, and a row of people filed in, all wearing police uniforms, led by the director who had been seen earlier. He turned to Gao Cheng and asked: "Now that everyone is here, should we gather here or go to the conference room?"

  The usually carefree Gao Cheng suddenly became serious, his expression turning blank. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "Let's go to the conference room." He pushed back his chair and stood up, striding towards the door. The long line of people originally blocking the door surprisingly parted to let him through. With the director at the lead, they followed closely behind Gao Cheng, leaving me speechless.

  A group of people were all walking in unison, suddenly they all stopped. A familiar tone coldly rang out: "Not keeping up?" The team had a commotion, and soon the police officers all dispersed again. From where I was sitting, I could see that Gaocity had turned his head, his gaze shooting towards me. The director's eyes also swept down, so with Gaocity's help, I became the center of attention for everyone.

  Still in a daze, I heard the director asking outside the door: "Miss Xia is it? Please come with us to the conference room." Perhaps because of his habit of speaking in that tone while in that position, even polite invitations sounded like orders. Reacting half a beat late, I hastily stood up, but accidentally knocked over the papers and photos on the desk, instantly turning bright red, and hurriedly bent down to pick them up.

  "Xiao Du, you can wrap things up now." The director's voice came over, "Miss Xia, no need to rush, there are still people waiting in the conference room."

  I stood up in a daze, walked uncomfortably to the door under everyone's gaze, and Gao Cheng looked at me with disdainful eyes, muttering: "How can you be so stupid?" As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and put his arm around my shoulder, striding forward with big steps.

  Because he is a long leg, my pace has to be much smaller than his, so it's hard to keep up with him by his side, especially when there are many police officers surrounding us from behind, the atmosphere is even more oppressive. Moreover, I noticed that Zhang Ji was among them, but Xu Jianglun was not, apparently this group of police officers were arranged according to their ranks.