"I have a more appropriate adjective about the statement of the oil bottle." Mr. Demon smiled gently, his eyes gradually getting colder.

"Keyboard man."

Liu Yanshi suddenly reached out and patted Mr. Demon's head with the words in his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense! Uncle Fu is much better than you think of!"

After saying that, she pulled open the packaging bag with an angry expression: "Do you eat it?"

“Is it salty?”

"Source!"

"I don't eat sour things."

Liu Yan ignored him and stuffed several prunes into his mouth, and his beautiful face twisted into a ball.

Mr. Demon raised his eyebrows and hugged the back of his head lazily:

"He is not wrong, he is just stupid. The one who is wrong is your parents, from the beginning, they shouldn't have involved ordinary people."

As he said that, he glanced at Liu Yan and smiled meaningfully:

"In this regard, you are exactly the same as your parents. It seems that the personality of causing trouble is also genetic."

Liu Yanshi chewed hard, raised her head and choked vaguely:

"The gentlemen of Shi Zuocai are different from ordinary people. Your three views are inherently wrong, and no matter how wrong you lead, you can't go anywhere."

Mr. Demon rarely showed a little bit of shyness and clenched his nose:

"I'm not that good, right...?"

"Vomit." Liu Yanxi covered her insignificant chest and felt nauseous.

"Okay." Mr. Demon stretched: "I don't have much time, do some serious business, Fu Sizhe's Weibo message..."

He slid for a while.

"From this perspective, the general situation is similar to your analysis last night. The only thing that is suspicious is this Weibo."

The mouse pointer hovers on a Weibo post sent by the "Missinger" two years ago.

"A immature question: What can a person do for the most important woman in his life? To what extent?"

Fu Sizhe's Weibo account, the most popular Weibo posts are targeting the anti-counterfeiting and criticism of some well-known companies, and occasionally they will give insights into some trivial matters in life.

The time when this Weibo post was posted coincides with the time when Fu Sizhe's family had a change.

It was from this time that he had some thoughts and made some decisions that their family would fall apart little by little.

There are many jokes under Weibo. Some people guess it is "the blogger is showing their love", and some people think it is "My daughter's birthday is coming soon", but there are not many serious replies.

"I remember, you and Mon Youping think that this Weibo post is hinting at Fu Yinger?"

Liu Yanxi nodded and curled her lips:

"After all, Uncle Fu's insurance beneficiary is filling in Fu Ying'er's name."

Mr. Demon shrugged and refused to comment, and then he showed a strange smile:

"Do you think Fu Sizhe and Fang Qing will have sex in the past two years?"

Liu Yanxi sat upright, resisted the desire to shoot plum core on his face, and then lowered his head:

"Don't think about messy things all day long, okay? This kind of thing doesn't matter at all, right?"

"But Fang Qing is indeed very beautiful...and she is not flat-breasted."

Liu Yanshi was silent for a few seconds, picked up his phone and searched for something on Baidu, and smiled gently:

"Mr. Demon, do you want a flap or a slider for your coffin board?"

Mr. Demon has no slight desire to survive, continues:

"And it is said that a woman is as good as a wolf and as much as a tiger without sex, and it seems unreasonable?"

"What the hell do you want to say!"

"Anyway, I don't know how to reason, and the oil bottle just wants me to speculate without responsibility to see if I can give you some inspiration."

"Then what about your speculation results! You still didn't say anything!"

Mr. Demon leaned on the back of the chair and said casually:

"Maybe that 'the most important woman in life' is Fu Sizhe's ex-wife?"

"How is that possible!" Liu Yan's eyes widened:

"Isn't they divorced more than ten years ago? I've never seen Uncle Fu's ex-wife."

"If you haven't seen it, it doesn't mean that you have no contact at all. After all, there is still a son here."

"Far from far-fetched!" Liu Yan grimaced at him dissatisfiedly.

Mr. Demon curled his lips:

"Then how do you explain the issue of foreign transfer? Judging from the clues derived from the Muyou Bottle, Fu Sizhe must not have embezzled public funds or something. There are other hidden information about the foreign transfer... and the only one who can get a relationship with Fu Sizhe is the cheap son who is abroad."

Liu Yanxi turned her head and stopped talking.

Mr. Demon shrugged his shoulders:

"Anyway, I'm just guessing, and I don't like to listen. Some things are easier to say from the perspective of my aunts and sisters: Fang Qing and Fu Sizhe had already been together for more than a year ago. If it weren't for Fu Ying'er, they would have divorced long ago. In addition, Fu Sizhe usually showed his cowardly character to his neighbors in the company, to put it bluntly, he was an honest person who could be bullied and was angry..."

"You have also said that the reason why Fu Sizhe was able to find such a beautiful wife was because your father helped to make a connection. Perhaps this cheap couple has never had much real feelings... Isn't this kind of scene always being performed in domestic TV series?"

Liu Yan looked at her hands very fast, and grabbed the prunes from the bag one by one and stuffed them into her mouth, muttering angrily:

"You also know that it is a domestic TV series, and the plot is outrageous..."

“Real life will always be more outrageous than it is in the script.”

Mr. Demon smiled, closed his hands and covered his mouth, took a deep breath intoxicatedly, his eyes with a little blurry:

"That's why I'm very interested in humans... This incident is full of mystery, especially Fu Ying'er. I have no resistance to the kind of kitten with my worries..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight pain came from his face.

He turned his head in surprise, and a small black shadow rushed straight between his eyebrows and stuck on the bridge of his nose.

Liu Yanxi was still spitting out words at him, and her pouting mouth looked like a pea saber.

...

Calendar turned over.

Another day has passed since the task force cracked the secret room.

The flowers bloomed at multiple points, and the results of the third-line investigation were annihilated.

Needless to say, Xing Guangkun led a team to investigate the company where Fu Sizhe worked, but did not find any clues in his interpersonal circle.

Whether it is a colleague or a friend, his evaluation of him is nothing more than "loyal and honest, and not like to cause trouble."

Such people will always suffer some boredom and become accustomed to turning big things into small things.

Such people may be bullied, but they are often difficult to make enemies.

Xing Guangkun smiled bitterly. He didn't know whether to feel envious or sad about such a life.

The investigation team led by criminal investigation expert Mr. Jiang, who originally hoped the greatest, came to even more miserable conclusions.

They investigated the whereabouts of Fu Sizhe's overseas transfers in the past two years, but because it involves cross-border privacy issues, it is completely impossible to obtain personal information directly from the bank.

Expert Jiang used some personal relationships and conducted investigations on the Internet through certain channels. Finally, he found in despair that the collection address for the overseas transfer was in the United States.

New York, Manhattan District,

Wall Street.

That kind of international financial center, whether it is a bank or a company, undoubtedly attaches great importance to customer privacy.

For the task force, it is an iron curtain lying across the road, cutting off the investigation direction mercilessly.

The task force was trapped in a depressing atmosphere. They thought they had bypassed the trick set by the murderer and investigated further and then revealed the truth.

But the fact is exactly the opposite. They thought the suspect who was about to surface became more and more like...
Chapter completed!