Chapter 299: Not Closing the Net

Qi Fei only felt that the entire office suddenly darkened. The winter thousands of miles away seemed to have arrived early, and the bone-chilling cold invaded his whole body. Zhu Ming'en, Ying Shuigen, Feng Yongfu... those dead faces appeared in front of him one after another. These people were all locked on by Xi He in advance.

Must bring Chen Zhuo back! This was his first thought.

It was already dusk when he headed to Huantai Residential District. The autumn sun was poured like golden soup on the yellowing tree crowns. Qi Fei couldn't see this rare autumn scenery at all. Xi He's gloomy face always appeared in front of him, looking at him straight.

Having been a criminal police officer for so many years, he had encountered many calculated opponents. Finding the motive for murder, clues could be followed. However, Xi He was a madman. Any destruction he did was just because he felt it was fun. This was the most fatal.

Because Qi Fei didn't know why he intervened in Ma Ziqiang's case, nor did he know when he intervened in this case.

"What exactly does he want?" Qi Fei's question came from the heart.

"What he wants is your current appearance, getting angry for him, racking your brains for him," Zhong Kui, sitting in the passenger seat, gave the answer without hesitation. "Cruel and childish."

In the room on the 18th floor, the rose-red sunset passed through the glass and cast on Chen Zhuo's white T-shirt. The afterglow reflected on Chen Zhuo's pale and thin face, as well as his blank eyes behind the glasses.

"When did you see Xi He? What did he ask you to do?" Qi Fei asked in a series, but Chen Zhuo didn't understand any of them.

"Who is Xi He?"

"The person who gave you this clothes," Qi Fei continued.

Chen Zhuo scratched his head and said: "This clothes was given to me by Old Ma opposite. I don't know this person you mentioned."

"Ma Ziqiang?" Qi Fei sized up Chen Zhuo, as if confirming whether he was lying.

"That's right. That day he got drunk and ran to my house again, insisting on giving me this T-shirt. What are you circling and drawing on this clothes?" Chen Zhuo muttered.

"Is that so?" Zhong Kui's voice came from the side. "Your figure is completely different from Ma Ziqiang's. This T-shirt is so well-fitting. Was it tailor-made for you by Ma Ziqiang?"

"Uh, this..." Just as Chen Zhuo didn't know how to answer, the sound of opening the door came from behind them. Wu Weiwei was back.

When she saw the people in the room, she was stunned for a moment, then put on her daily enthusiastic appearance: "Eh? Are you still investigating Old Ma's matter? Oh my, this straight man of mine doesn't know how to prepare something to entertain you."

"No need. By the way, this clothes was dirtied by us, so I have to trouble you to wash it. I heard you just bought it?" Zhong Kui naturally handed Chen Zhuo's T-shirt to Wu Weiwei.

Wu Weiwei took it and glanced at Chen Zhuo inadvertently, saying: "That's right, I bought it. It doesn't matter, it's not worth much."

As soon as she said this, Chen Zhuo was already ashen-faced.

Wu Weiwei looked at the triumphant smile on Zhong Kui's face again and knew she had said the wrong thing. She, who was always smart, didn't know how to deal with it and stayed in place.

"It seems you know the origin of this clothes is not simple, otherwise you wouldn't help Chen Zhuo cover up the lie," Zhong Kui said.

"I bought too many clothes for him, so I remembered it wrong. Isn't this bought by me?" Wu Weiwei looked at Chen Zhuo, as if she really didn't remember.

Chen Zhuo sighed and said: "I told them this was given by Old Ma opposite, but they didn't believe it."

Wu Weiwei blinked, as if hearing this statement for the first time.

"Are you dissatisfied with your husband?" Zhong Kui stared at her face and asked faintly.

"No, our relationship is quite good," Wu Weiwei smiled.

"Mask face." Zhong Kui suddenly said a term that was unfamiliar to everyone.

"What?" Wu Weiwei frowned and asked.

"It's your expression at this moment. We call it the 'mask face' effect. You look like you are smiling, but if you cover the lower half of your face, you will find that your eyes have no smile at all, and even carry resentment. You are just trying to maintain a fake expression to cover up your inner true feelings," Zhong Kui said word by word. "Chen Zhuo messed up and let it slip. You really dislike him, but you have to cover up for him. It's really annoying, just like countless times in the past. He is just an incompetent husband, right?"

Zhong Kui seduced Wu Weiwei's most secret thoughts like a witch.

Those words seemed to be pierced into Wu Weiwei's heart with fine thorns, making her cheeks twitch.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Wu Weiwei and Chen Zhuo waited uneasily, as if waiting for some kind of judgment.

However, nothing happened. Zhong Kui didn't know why she suddenly changed the subject: "This is just a piece of clothing. It's quite normal for you not to remember it clearly."

"Ah?" Qi Fei was the first to make a surprised sound, looking at her puzzled. Clearly, the psychological defenses of these two people were about to be broken soon. He didn't understand why Zhong Kui suddenly stopped.

"Officer Qi, let's return to the mansion," Zhong Kui turned to him and said.

"That, this, didn't you say..." Qi Fei looked at Wu Weiwei and Chen Zhuo, then at Zhong Kui, a bit incoherent.

Zhong Kui showed a mischievous smile, pulled his arm, and left Wu Weiwei's house.

Outside, it was completely dark, and the night wind blew particularly fiercely on the 18th floor. From the doorway to the elevator, one had to walk through an open corridor.

"I said just now that Wu Weiwei was obviously panicked. Why not strike while the iron is hot and let her loosen her mouth? The night Lin Yu died, she deliberately injured the security guard on duty, and that Chen Zhuo replaced the surveillance footage. This is obviously aimed at murdering Lin Yu," Qi Fei chased after Zhong Kui and asked.

"Officer Qi, don't you think it's too early to close the net now?" Zhong Kui said unhurriedly.

"Hmm?"

"Don't forget, the pattern on that T-shirt of yours is incomplete," Zhong Kui looked up at him and said.

"Hiss, I know it's incomplete. Could it be..."

"Ha? You have dealt with Xi He so many times, don't tell me you think it was his mistake that he didn't draw it completely?" After Zhong Kui finished speaking, she put away her smile, looked cold, and said, "A perfectionist will not make this mistake. If the net is not woven well, closing the net rashly will only startle the fish."

Qi Fei nodded slightly, and the two walked forward side by side.

Zhong Kui stopped when she reached the middle. In the night, the strong wind messed up her long black hair, and the lights of the building were reflected in her eyes between her hair. She turned her head to look south unhurriedly.

"Will he see it?" Zhong Kui seemed to be talking to herself.

Qi Fei looked in the direction of her gaze, facing the back window of Lin Yu's house—the window he fell from. ===== CHAPTER 300 =====