Chapter 687: Then... I'll just talk

Chapter 687: That...I'll Talk About It
With a calm smile on his face, Zhou Yang walked to An Shuang and said, "Ms. An, according to the question just now, you should be the last person to leave the dead, right?"
"Do you mean... doubt me?" An Shuang looked incredulous.
Zhou Yang shook his head: "It's not a suspicion, you are the murderer."
"boom!"
The whole audience exploded.
"The surname Zhou, you are looking for death!" Shang Zi'an roared, and was about to rush over to do something.
Fortunately, several police officers around him held him tightly.
"Zhou Yang, let's not finish!" Shang Zi'an struggled and roared.
Zhou Yang glanced at Shang Zi'an, and said lightly: "You won't have time to shout until I finish."
"Zhou Yang, you can't talk nonsense about this, you need evidence!" Chu Siwen also said with a serious face.
"The surname Zhou, don't you really think of yourself as some reasoning expert? A joke!" Li Anran sneered.
"Young man, you are desecrating Mr. Shang's family!" another friend of Shang Jie's life said angrily.
At this moment, all around was angry condemnation.
Wei Feifei stood up and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, let Zhou Yang finish."
"Police officer, are you partial to him?" Li Ranan said.
Wei Feifei glanced at Li Anran and said seriously: "Zhou Yang helped the police solve major problems several times. Listening to his opinions, there is no problem, right?"
Uh……
No one said anything.
This Zhou Yang, really helped the police solve a big problem?
I'm going, people are not bragging!
"If there are no comments, I will start!" Zhou Yang looked around for a week, and the final time frame fell on An Shuang.
An Shuang returned to her usual elegance.
She lowered her eyes, and silently wiped away her tears: "It's good if you are happy, but I don't want to listen. I'm tired, so go to rest first."
"Please stay." Zhou Yang reached out and stopped her.
An Shuang looked up at Zhou Yang stubbornly, and said word by word: "Mr. Zhou, if the murderer is me, please show evidence and let the police arrest me, otherwise, please let me go!"
"Do you want evidence?" Zhou Yang smiled and turned to Wei Feifei, "Captain Wei, please send someone to protect... because I'm afraid the evidence will be destroyed."
Ok?
Wei Feifei was taken aback.
When Zhou Yang said the address, he leaned in her ear.
An Shuang looked at her with a sneer.
"Mr. Zhou, it turns out that you are not only a private detective, but your acting skills are pretty good!"
Zhou Yang laughed: "I hope you can laugh again later."
All the audience were confused.
But no matter how stupid he is, he can see some clues.
Zhou Yang... seems to really know something.
Wei Feifei did not hesitate, walked to the door and took out the phone and whispered.
The scene fell silent for a while.
An Shuang sat calmly on the sofa, about 30 centimeters away from her husband's body.
She looked at Shang Jie's face and slowly said, "Old Shang, did you see it? Just as soon as you left, someone wanted to touch our mother and son!"
"Some people say I killed you! Old Shang, I'm so sad!" An Shuang sobbed on Shang Jie's body.
All the people stared at Zhou Yang with bad eyes.
"The relationship between Teacher Shang and his mother is very good. Everyone knows her surname Zhou. If you can't give an explanation, we students of Teacher Shang will never let you go!"
"Yes, I will never let you go!"
"Zhou Yang...what is your heart? My father has passed away, and now you want to persecute my mother!" Shang Zi'an sternly said with grief and anger.
"Mr. Zhou...I think it's wrong for you to do this!" Liu Xinyi, who was timid and fearful, said quietly, "The Shang family...has been miserable. You must be kind."
Zhou Yang deeply took a look at Liu Xinyi: "Mr. Liu, you are right, you must be kind."
He stood up: "Well, since everyone is waiting for me to say, then I'll talk about it."
Zhou Yang slipped to the desk in the study and patted the tabletop lightly.
"Huanghuali, not bad!" Zhou Yang exclaimed.
"Does the deceased like to play chess?" Zhou Yang pointed to the chess board on the desk.
"My husband likes to play chess with himself, specializing in breaking some ancient endgames." An Shuang wiped away tears and said calmly.
Zhou Yang slowly leaned down, his face almost touching the chessboard.
"Awesome... It turned out to be a gathering of seven stars." Zhou Yang laughed.
He took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and grabbed a large cup on the table with his palm.
"Captain Wei, have the fingerprints on this been extracted?"
"That cup has nothing..." a police officer said.
Zhou Yang lowered his head and sniffed, and then said: "You come and smell it."
The little police officer leaned over and sniffed: "What...what?"
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Put it into the evidence bag, it's useful."
An Shuang's eyes flickered slightly.
Zhou Yang walked to the wine rack between the sofa and the desk again.
"Isn't Mr. Shang high blood pressure? Do you still like to drink red wine?" Zhou Yang looked puzzled.
"Lao Shang just likes to collect, he never drinks those wines." An old Shang family said, "Many brothers can testify."
As a result, several of Shangjie's old folks said that it was true.
"Oh... this way!" Zhou Yang nodded, thoughtfully.
Time passed by every minute, Zhou Yang walked around the study with his hands behind his back.
Then, smiling at An Shuang, "Ms. An, I have an offensive question, I hope you can answer it truthfully."
"Your husband... does he have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Zhou Yang said.
"What do you mean?" An Shuang raised his eyebrows.
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "It's like this. I found that the arrangement of things in the study has an inherent order, so I have this kind of judgment."
He turned around and walked to the bookshelf, pointing to the thread-bound book in the cabinet and saying, "This is the Twenty-Five History, and there are still some single books that have not entered the Twenty-Five History. Generally speaking, the Twenty-Fifth History is a big one. Put them together, but Mr. Shang obviously didn't. He arranged the history books in chronological order."
"For example, here, it happens to be the era of the sixteen kingdoms of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in history." Behind Zhou Yang's hands, "There are very few historical books about this period in history, and they can only be read three or four instinctively, and they are all in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Two generations of literati compiled from the history books of predecessors."
"However, Mr. Shang is very particular about ordering."
"The "Yezhongji" was written by Lu Hong in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but it was compiled from the "Yongle Dadian" during the Ming Dynasty."
"The Spring and Autumn Period of The Sixteen Kingdoms was written by Cui Hong of the Northern Wei Dynasty and compiled from other historical books by the people of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it was earlier than the Yongle Grand Ceremony."
"However, Mr. Shang ranked Lu Yu's "Story of Ye Zhong" first, which shows that he is sorted according to the author's life time."
Zhou Yang nodded and said in admiration, "I have to say that Mr. Shang's persistence is admirable."
"Look at the other books again... Whether the works of a hundred schools of thought or the European Renaissance period, they are all arranged in chronological order..."
Zhou Yang came to the desk: "Look at the placement of the stationery on the desk again..."