The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

Chapter 143 143. Please start your performance

Su Cheng smiled and said deliberately:

"Either you stay here, maybe the ghost of Li Zixian comes out to pee at night, and you can say hello to you."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Li Jiaxin hurriedly chased after him, fearing:

"Hey hey hey, where are you going now? It's getting dark soon, or let's go back to the house."

Su Cheng shook his head.

"Go to Li Zixian's room to have a look, so that we can more analyze his personality characteristics, and then see if we can find out the reason for his murder."

quickly.

The two came to Li Zixian's room.

Pushing open the door, a smell of dust and moldy ink came over, and it was obvious that no one had come in for a long time.

Li Jiaxin couldn't help frowning as she walked into the room, feeling a little uncomfortable inexplicably.

Look around.

The bedroom was full of abandoned or semi-abandoned oil paintings, and the paint and brushes appeared in various fish lands, very messy.

The weird thing is.

These oil paintings are all dark tones, without any bright colors.

It looks very gloomy and depressed.

Su Cheng observed for a long time in front of several conspicuous oil paintings.

He suddenly turned his head and asked:

"What do you think of these paintings?"

Li Jiaxin looked at these oil paintings, frowning tighter and tighter, thinking for a while and said:

“Paintings often represent a person’s inner world. The main tone is dark, which means that the person’s heart is pessimistic. When he grows up in this environment all the year round, his inner personality must have been suppressed for a long time. More and more gloomy, even extreme."

Su Cheng looked at Li Jiaxin in surprise.

"Awesome, you can see it all?"

Li Jiaxin curled her lips.

"I am a dual Ph.D. degree in psychology and economic management, which are all basic skills."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and exclaimed:

"Awesome, it means the Doctor of Double Material, tut, tsk, but now you are miserable, a female doctor is a difficult problem on earth, you are still a Doctor of Double Material..."

"Hey, no one will dare to marry you in the future."

The first half of the sentence was good, but the second half of the sentence was suddenly wrong.

And precisely, this is something Li Jiaxin doesn't often tell people.

After all, girls with a high degree of education these days are not easy to find a blind date. A female doctor is enough to stop most men.

Doctor Double, it is estimated that many men will be scared to death.

Li Jiaxin gritted his teeth and said:

"I want you to take care of your case, do you have a clue?"

"It's a little bit, but I can't say it yet."

Li Jiaxin was stunned and asked:

"why?"

Su Cheng did not speak, and shook his head slightly.

Two days passed like this.

Su Cheng goes around the house every day.

Then ask some confusing questions.

Over time, several people in the mansion have become numb.

Until the third morning.

Su Cheng called everyone to the living room, and then showed a mysterious smile.

Slowly said:

"Don't worry, everyone, I already know the general situation about this matter."

The watering master whispered,

"After staying for three or four days, I finally figured out the general situation, and ran to my back garden every day to make trouble."

The chef murmured:

"Come on, I suspect that he is here for the meal, and every meal will appear in the kitchen on time."

The nanny echoed:

"I just wandered around the house all day long without doing anything, I suspected it was a holiday."

Li Jiaxin couldn't help covering her mouth and snickered.

Su Cheng's face was full of black lines, and he coughed awkwardly and said:

"Okay, now follow me into the study one by one!"

at this time.

A strong man with a big beard walked in from outside the door.

With a light like justice on his face, he frowned and said:

"What are you doing?"

Li Haitian saw this person and quickly stood up and explained:

"Sergeant Liu, this is a detective I specially invited to help me deal with the unprovoked murder of my son."

Inspector Liu is a highly prestigious local police officer, and Li Zixian happened to be in charge of the case.

At this moment, he frowned slightly, shook his head and said:

"What age is this, and the police have already determined that your son committed suicide because of perennial depression. Why don't you believe it?"

Su Cheng heard this but was dissatisfied.

Is playing a detective a play?

He agreed, but the little Holmes in his head didn't agree.

Su Cheng shook his finger and said:

"Who said his son committed suicide?"

Sheriff Liu snorted coldly. He didn't like these so-called young detectives.

The case must be scientific, how can you know the truth after reading it a few times like a novel?

Inspector Liu squinted at Su Cheng, mocking:

"Great detective, do you see anything?"

Su Cheng nodded slightly and said:

"Of course I can see it, but evidence is being collected now, so it will take some time."

Sheriff Liu was happy.

Instead of being irritated, he stretched out his hand and motioned to start your performance.

By the way, deliberately asked mockingly.

"By the way, the detective, can I just watch?"

Su Cheng shrugged indifferently.

"Of course, please come in."

After speaking, he walked into the study first.

Sheriff Liu and Li Jiaxin also entered and sat quietly aside.

Next.

The first person to come in was the chef.

He looked at Su Cheng weakly, and said helplessly:

"Mr. Su, you have asked me a lot of questions in the past few days, I really don't know the others..."

The corner of Su Cheng's mouth curled slightly, revealing a triumphant smile.

"Do you know why I called you in alone first?"

The chef was taken aback, and shook his head dumbly.

Su Cheng sneered, then suddenly slapped the table and shouted:

"Because you who seem to be dishonest are the most suspicious among this group of people!"

Su Cheng's volume suddenly increased, and Li Jiaxin and Liu Sheriff both subconsciously shook their bodies.

And the chef wanted to cry without tears:

"Mr. Su, what are you saying?"