"You are a trap, to confess. I was distracted by your distraction. Of course I was angry when I saw this, but she committed suicide. I can also guess that she did something sorry for me. I just don't want to admit it, I still hope that the woman I love can die cleanly."

"It's reasonable," Tong Wenya said slowly.

"I am telling the truth!"

"Where are you on the night of the 5th?" Tong Wenya changed the question, "Didn't you tell me? Zheng Li and I were drinking at my house. If you don't believe me, you can ask him to find out!"

"I have looked for it, and he also provided us with very important clues." At this point, Tong Wenya looked at Ren Sixian triumphantly, "Guess what he told us?"

She saw a trace of panic flashing in Ren Sixian's eyes, and it was fleeting.

He frowned and said impatiently: "Don't play these games with me, you are just playing my words. The problem is that I haven't done anything. You are a waste of time."

"You wore your wedding shirt that day." Tong Wenya said.

"Who ruled that I can't wear the shirt when I was married?"

"Of course there is no such rule, but it is unreasonable for you to wear this shirt. The wardrobe in your house is tidy and orderly with your wife. Everything is kept in separate categories, especially your clothes. Put it on the outside, and put it at the inside. The shirt you married was 10 years ago, the style is outdated, and the size is not suitable, but you take it out from the hardest corner and put it on. And tell your friends that you just took it casually."

"What about that? Can't I be on a whim? Is it interesting for you to hold on to a shirt?"

"Where is that shirt now?"

"I...forgot, it seems to be thrown away."

"When was it thrown, and why?"

"Everyone is dead, I feel bad luck. I threw it two days ago."

"Unlucky? Mr. Ren, you have always said that you love your wife so much. Why do you feel that the shirt you wore when you married her is unlucky?" Ren Sixian's eyes flashed again, "Of course I don't think it was thrown by my mother. She doesn't like my love, you should understand this."

Really cunning, but his performance is also expected.

"Have you ever left the house on the night of the 5th?"

"No, I drank too much and just slept."

"Mr. Ren, you'd better cooperate. If you don't tell the truth, the penalty might increase." Tong Wenya knocked on the table.

"I'm telling the truth." Ren Sixian raised his neck, with a straightforward expression.

"You are indeed a careful-thinking person. It seems that everything is done seamlessly. There are no fingerprints on the photos, no footprints on the scene, and even the cameras at your door and Jinyuan Building did not leave you. But Mr. Ren has one thing. You overlooked that, from your home to the Jinyuan Building, there are a total of 30 cameras on the road. The ones on the two ends are useless, but the ones in the middle are good. Yuan Siming, show Mr. Ren the video."

The time on the video was recorded very clearly, and the picture was not too blurry, and Ren Sixian's forehead began to sweat.

"You can only prove that I have been out, not that I have been to the scene!"

"There are two things to prove that you have been there."

"What?" he asked reflexively.

"Mops and perfumes are just because you are cautious, so these two things betray you. Perfume is you sprayed on purpose to cover up the smell of alcohol on your body, and your spouse does not spray perfume. As for mops, you actually wear shoe covers to the scene , There is no need to worry too much about leaving footprints. After you watched Lin Xiaoping's death, you thought about it, and you were still worried about leaving any traces, so you took the mop. This time you are not as cautious as when you take the water cup and the medicine bottle. You forgot Wear gloves, so there are your fingerprints on the mop. Cleaners don’t have the habit of washing the handles of the mop, so your fingerprints are always there."

Hearing this, Ren Sixian finally broke down.

"She's damn! She's damn! Who made her steal people, I was so good to her. She should have been damned, she bought the medicine herself, and she took it herself."

"She didn't buy the medicine by herself, but you bought it in her name, and asked her to sign for it when the goods arrived. She took the medicine and wrote a suicide note because you forced her. She actually loves you, but you always It was enslaving her and making her mentally stressed. We found this in her desk." Tong Wenya handed a diary to Ren Sixian. Every page of that diary was soaked in tears, and it was filled with a woman’s cheating Regret and self-blame, there are also many photos of the family of three enjoying themselves.

In front of Ren Sixian's eyes, the scene where she knelt in front of her and begged and begged him to let her live for atonement that night, he seemed to have seen her dying struggle again...

...

The case was solved, and the evidence was as strong as a mountain, and Ren Sixian had to explain.

Originally, the matter had come to an end, but thinking that the old lady and the children were very pitiful, after finishing the case, Tong Wenya still went to the Ren family.

The door of Ren's house was closed tightly, and after knocking on it for a long time, there was a faint smell of gas from the crack of the door.

"Crap! Open the door! The old lady is afraid she committed suicide!"

Several people broke in and saw that the old lady and Ren Sixian's child were unconscious.

Fortunately, they went in time, and neither of them was okay.

The old lady begged to die, Tong Wenya thought for a while, and only used her son to keep her.

After persuading for a long time, the old lady's gray-hearted expression finally turned a bit.

"Bring me the photos my son took me. I want to see my son. My son is a filial son. I took a whole box of photos." The old lady said, she couldn't cry.

Seeing her poor, Tong Wenya told Yuan Siming to turn over all those photos.

The old man tremblingly touched the photos, babbling about the origin of each one.

"Look, this one. This is the first photo my son took for me. He just bought the first camera. It was in Binhai City..."

Tong Wenya followed the old man's fingers and looked at it. It was a black-and-white photo, indeed old and somewhat yellowed.

It was taken in a square, with passers-by behind the old lady.

Tong Wenya's eyes suddenly froze on a woman's face! That woman was exactly Zhao Fenglian when she was young. She had visited her many times when she was a child, and she still remembered her appearance and she would certainly not admit her mistake.

Zhao Fenglian was holding a very small baby in her hands, and a man beside her pampered Zhao Fenglian's shoulders.

God, is that child her? Tong Wenya opened her eyes strangely.

She almost forgot to breathe nervously, and when she looked carefully, there was still a man standing in front of a man and a woman, and that man was a bit similar to Chun Yuchen.