The two quickly came to Qingping Community, followed the signs in the community and successfully found Building 5 where Liu Song lived. They took the elevator upstairs without delay. When I came to the door of 801, I heard a faint cry and a fierce quarrel. Jiang Chengyan and Guo Hai looked at each other and knocked on the door.
Crying for a while, followed by a low male voice, "Who is it?"
Before Jiang Chengyan could answer, the door was opened, and a woman with swollen eyes and a pale face appeared in front of the door. When she saw them, she was startled, and her eyes showed obvious disappointment.
"Who are you looking for?" Liu Song walked out from behind Yang Xiaolan.
"We are the police." Jiang Chengyan took out his credentials, which lit up in front of the two of them, and said, "There is a case that needs your cooperation in the investigation."
Yang Xiaolan looked at Liu Song in disbelief and asked, "You call the police? You want to kill Hanhan!"
"What are you crazy about! How could I call the police?" Liu Song looked at Jiang Chengyan and said firmly, "We don't need you, please leave immediately!"
"Come on, leave my house!" Yang Xiaolan pushed Jiang Chengyan, trying to drive them away.
Jiang Chengyan tried hard to explain: "Calm down, we are here for Liu Xiaohan's business."
"My daughter is fine, if anything happens, you go, leave immediately!" Yang Xiaolan was hysterical.
"Last night we found the body of a girl in the alley of Lin'an Community."
Yang Xiaolan paused, looked at Ling Huaan blankly, and almost murmured, "What did you say?"
Liu Song regained his senses first, pulled Yang Xiaolan aside, his eyes turned red when he opened his mouth, and asked, "Officer, you... What did you say?"
Jiang Chengyan took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Liu, Ms. Yang, last night we found the body of a girl in an alley in Lin'an Community, which looks very similar to Liu Xiaohan. We came here to invite you to the police station for identification. corpse."
"Impossible! Impossible! That can't be Hanhan! You go, you get out, I don't want to see you!" Yang Xiaolan pushed Jiang Chengyan and Jiang Chengyan desperately like crazy, and even moved his hands.
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Liu Song couldn't help shouting loudly, "Enough! Yang Xiaolan, haven't you admitted your fault yet?"
Yang Xiaolan's body froze in place, tears were like beads with broken threads, her face became even paler, her lips were trembling, and she opened her mouth but said nothing.
"If you don't play mahjong, how can you forget to pick up Hanhan. If you can call the police in time, maybe Hanhan will be fine. Hanhan, my Hanhan..." Liu Song said and cried. stand up.
"Mr. Liu, Ms. Yang, calm down, we can't be sure that it is the deceased yet, and we have to go to the police station to identify..."
Jiang Chengyan stopped Guo Hai, sighed and said, "Let them calm down and talk about it."
After a long time, the two finally calmed down a little. Liu Song wiped his tears, looked at Jiang Chengyan, and said, "I'll go with you."
"I'll go too." Yang Xiaolan's voice was hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.
Liu Song looked at Yang Xiaolan with very complicated eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything. He turned around and went back to his room to get his phone and said, "Let's go."
In the corpse storage room of the police station, Su Ke said: "I understand the feelings of the two of you very much, but because the deceased died abnormally, according to the law, an autopsy must be carried out, which will damage the evidence left on the corpse, and I hope you will not touch it. Touching a dead body, I know such a request is a bit inhumane, but this is also for investigating the case. Can you understand?"
Liu Song clenched his fists nervously, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't worry, I understand what to do."
Su Ke looked at Yang Xiaolan and said, "What about Ms. Yang?"
Yang Xiaolan has been silent since following him, looking a little dazed, staring blankly at the door of the corpse storage room. Liu Song pulled Yang Xiaolan, her eyes looked at Liu Song mechanically, as if asking him something.
Su Ke frowned and said, "Mr. Liu, Ms. Yang's mood seems to be very unstable. Otherwise, you can go to the reception room to calm down and let's continue."
Seeing Yang Xiaolan's appearance, Liu Song was in a complicated mood, nodded and said, "Then trouble the police officer to take us to the reception room. I will try my best to calm her down."
Jiang Chengyan glanced at Guo Hai, Guo Hai understood and took the two to the reception room.
Su Ke looked at Jiang Chengyan, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, my mentality has been adjusted, and there will be no problem."
"I knew you could do it." Jiang Chengyan smiled.
"What's the matter? Why do you smile so reluctantly? Are you worried about Hua An?"
"Su Ke..." Jiang Chengyan looked at Su Kedao's words, but couldn't say anything.
"Hesitating, it's not like your character. If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Su Ke felt nervous when he noticed Jiang Chengyan's abnormal behavior.
Jiang Chengyan took a deep breath and said, "Su Ke, I went to the trace examination department this morning. They found the deceased's clothes in the trash can, and found a hair from the clothes. The suspect who killed Su Jing fits perfectly."
Su Ke stared blankly at Jiang Chengyan, but quickly glanced away, turned to leave the corpse storage room, and said, "Chengyan, the matter of identifying the corpse is up to you."
Seeing the back of Su Ke leaving quickly, Jiang Chengyan felt uncomfortable. He called him 'Chengyan' instead of Team Jiang. He was talking to him as a friend, and he didn't want to let himself stop him.
Jiang Chengyan waited at the door of the corpse storage room, feeling inexplicably sentimental, took out his mobile phone and called Ling Huaan.
Ling Huaan was practicing calligraphy in the study, and Ma Liangchen was standing beside him.
"Huan, can your eyes really see? Your handwriting is comparable to that of your grandfather. My grandfather has practiced calligraphy all his life. How did you do it?"
"Master Yan Jun rewarded me with a special set of pen and ink, and the words I wrote can be seen. Later, I kept practicing and practicing, and I formed muscle memory. Even if there is no special pen and ink, I can write decently."
"It's not a decent thing. If you take out this word, you can become the president of the Calligrapher's Association."
"So, Mr. Ma belongs to the Calligrapher's Association?" Although he was talking, Ling Huaan's pen didn't stop.
"Yeah, President of the Pingcheng Calligraphers Association. If Grandpa can see your calligraphy, he will definitely like you."
"There seems to be some complaints in what you said. Did Grandpa Ma force you to practice calligraphy before?"
"It's not just me, but no one from the Ma family can't write calligraphy. This is a compulsory course. And I am the least talented one among them. After practicing for a few years, I still can't reach the minimum standard of my grandfather. I was given up by my grandfather." Ma Liangchen's tone was a little disappointed, but he quickly returned to normal, and then said: "Although I am a little injured, but now that I think about it, I really have no talent in calligraphy. Rather than wasting time, it is better to do Something I am good at."
"That's right." Ling Huaan finished writing a piece, and was about to change the paper when the phone on the table vibrated, and he picked it up fumblingly and connected the call.
"Hey, Huaan, are you still practicing calligraphy?" Jiang Chengyan understood Ling Huaan's habits after spending so long together.
"Yes, it's not time yet. What's the matter? Your tone seems a little wrong. Did something happen?" Ling Huaan put down the pen in his hand and asked worriedly.
"It's about Su Ke..." Jiang Chengyan told Ling Huaan what happened today.
"Team Jiang, this is a good thing. The murderer himself gave us the opportunity to catch him."
"But I'm worried about Su Ke. I'm afraid he will act too aggressively because of this."
"Team Jiang, you have worked with Su Ke for so long. You should know what kind of person he is. You should give him full trust and believe that he can distinguish between public and private."
"Well." Jiang Chengyan took a deep breath, calmed down his complicated emotions, and said, "Huan, you guessed it right. The head of the household at Unit 801, Unit 2, Building 5, Qingping Community is Liu Song, his wife is Yang Xiaolan, and their daughter Liu Xiaohan's She looks exactly the same as that little girl, so you can basically confirm that the deceased is Liu Xiaohan."
Ling Huaan's heart sank, and she said with a wry smile, "So I'm the one who hurt her indirectly."
Jiang Chengyan frowned tightly and said, "Huaan, don't say that, it has nothing to do with you, it's all the crime of the murderer."
"Don't worry, Team Jiang, I won't go to the horns. Even if I mistakenly thought that Lu Hao died tragically, I didn't do anything stupid. I know it."
Jiang Chengyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Huaan, have you told grandpa about the Hao family?"
"Not yet, I'm about to finish my calligraphy and go to Grandpa."
Jiang Chengyan looked at Guo Hai who came over and said, "Huaan, I'm busy, I'll talk about it later in the evening."
Ling Huaan put away the phone and asked, "Liangchen, I'm going to find grandpa, do you want to be with me?"
"Let's go together, I'm fine anyway, you have bad eyes, so I'll act as the driver."
The two did not delay and went directly to the community where Ling Huaan lived before. Hua Ting has been living here ever since they separated from the banquet that day. Ling Huaan would come to accompany Hua Ting for lunch every day, and only returned to the grocery store in the evening. Hua Mian and Hua Qing left Huacheng on the second day of the banquet, but after Zhang Kui came after him, Ling Huaan was not worried about him taking care of Hua Ting.
Ling Huaan walked to the door and knocked gently on the door, then entered his fingerprints and opened the door.
Zhang Kui, who heard the movement, greeted him, saw Ling Huaan, and said with a smile, "Huaan is here."
"Uncle Zhang, where's Grandpa?" Ling Huaan was a little strange when he didn't see Hua Ting in the living room.
"You came early today, and the master is still drawing talismans. I'll go and call him."
"No, I'll go by myself, Uncle Zhang, you are busy with your work."
Seeing that the two stopped talking, Ma Liangchen said hello: "Uncle Zhang, you look younger."
Zhang Kui shook his head with a smile, and said, "I'm getting older every year. I don't want to be a monster. Good day, come and sit. I just learned how to make dim sum. You can give me a taste."
Ma Liangchen looked at Ling Huaan who walked into the study, walked to the sofa and sat down, saying, "Then I will have a good time."
Hearing that someone opened the door, Hua Ting, who was drawing the talisman, did not stop at all. He looked up at the door until a talisman was drawn. Seeing that it was Ling Huaan, his tense expression softened and he said, "It's early today. some."
"Well, there is something I want to tell Grandpa." Ling Huaan told Hua Ting in detail what happened yesterday and his own speculation.
"I thought that if Hao Man was seriously injured, I would be able to calm down for a while. Who would have thought that they didn't mean to restrain themselves at all, but instead declared war on us in this way. This Hao family is really a scourge."