Live At The Murder Scene

Chapter 106: Inquire

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Qiong Cang held up his chopsticks and stared at the opposite He Jueyun for a long time, but remained silent.

She pouted and took a sip of the white porridge in the bowl, feeling very bland and traumatized.

I don't know what He Jueyun figured out last night. Today, he wrote everything wrong from his hair to his toes, and he was very impersonal.

He has been stirring the crab meat in front of him with clean chopsticks, but he can't spit out.

Qiong Cang asked dryly, "Is it delicious?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten yet."

He Jueyun sighed boringly, "It's okay, everyone in our family is tired of eating."

That's right, Qiong Qiong is also a person who can hold his breath.

She whispered "Oh".

He Jueyun picked up the steaming soup in the small cup next to it, and shook it in front of the sky.

The clear broth, with its rich aroma, kept showing off to the sky that it came from a pot of chicken bones and pork bones that had been carefully simmered all night.

Qiong sighed.

He Jueyun asked hypocritically, "Is white porridge delicious?"

Shameless rich people, don't they have a deep enough understanding of the ability of banknotes

Qiongcang just wanted to end this weird conversation as soon as possible, thinking that it was time for him to perform well.

She regained her energy and carefully observed every subtle expression of He Jueyun, her tone was firm, and she wished to split the three words into a loud declaration.

"taste not good!"

He Jueyun knocked on the table, glanced at several luxurious side dishes that exuded the fragrance of money, but looked simple and unpretentious, and tempted: "Would you like to eat it?"

Qiong Qiong is very honest: "I don't dare to think about it."

He Jueyun was amused by her, and tried hard to bring the tone back.

You said there is no such person, ah

There is no such person.

Eating your food, sleeping on your bed, calling your nickname, and not developing a proper relationship with you.

She is a scumbag.

Want to prostitute.

He Jueyun persevered and said: "Do you know how monotonous the lives of rich people are

That is, every day, do whatever you want.

Especially in our Lao He family, tutoring is freedom... Of course it is also very traditional.

Traditional and free, especially happy. "

Qiong Cang said seriously: "Then life will lose a lot of troubles and fun, or you need to seek more fun by yourself.

Regarding the entertainment threshold, we had a discussion before.

Boredom is what drives some people toward perversion, and sometimes being poor or incompetent isn't all bad. "

He Jueyun's smile was difficult to maintain.

Qiong Cang hoped: "Would you like to share your happiness with me?"

He Jueyun looked at her passively avoiding and pretending to be ignorant. He was angry and funny.

Thinking about her eating this breakfast is really not easy, she almost sold her IQ, it seems that she has made a lot of sacrifices.

He had a grim expression on his face for a while, and finally pressed his forehead weakly, and waved his hand in resignation: "Forget it, let's eat."

Qiong Cang smiled to express his gratitude to him, then took the small dish in front of him and poured it into his bowl.

He Jueyun didn't eat breakfast, but he didn't leave his seat.

He just put his arms around his chest and stared at the sky from the seat next to him less than half a meter away.

There are very complex emotions in his eyes, and he is doing very limited analysis.

If this is a game, he must add a visible favorability function to the sky, so that he can know what she is thinking behind each innocent face, and whether she is secretly scolding herself.

He Jueyun stared at her intently, but he never saw Qiong Cang's face. The latter ate his breakfast with his head buried in it, as if he didn't notice his rather piercing gaze.

After a long while, He Jueyun looked away and glanced at the blue and blurry sky outside the window.

The moment he looked away, Qiong seemed to relax a little.

Originally, when he didn't think about this issue, He Jueyun could pretend he didn't care, but once he realized it, if he wanted to pretend he didn't know, he would be deceiving himself.

It seems that only he is wishful thinking, the sky is always hot and cold to him, making him unpredictable.

He will think about whether the person who made the mistake is himself.

The more Qiong tried to avoid it, the more curious he became.

Just like many people, it is not that they cannot accept failure, but that they cannot accept failure without a reason.

Thinking of this, He Jueyun's eyes that he had just averted floated back again, with a bit of an angry stare.

Qiong Cang couldn't continue to ignore it, and felt that the chopsticks under his hands had become extremely heavy.

She raised her head and asked, "Are you going to work today?"

With dissatisfaction that his train of thought was interrupted, He Jueyun said with a stinky face, "Yes."

And finally got up and left the table.

The sky seemed to be amnesty, three or two cleaned the contents of the bowl, and carried the bowl to the kitchen to wash.

When standing beside the dishwasher, her eyelids were still twitching, and she stretched her hand under the water to slowly wash it, and then took a scouring pad to wash it carefully.

He Jueyun changed into a suit and walked out of the room, holding a tie with one hand and skillfully wrapping it around his neck.

His plan today was to go back to the company to do his job as a little boss. After all, he had been slack off for many days, and if he didn't go back, he might be stabbed by Song Shu as a villain.

When He Jueyun walked to the front of the door, he remembered and warned in the direction of the kitchen, "Are you going to the hospital for a follow-up visit this afternoon?"

Qiongcang replied: "I called the car myself."

He Jueyun: "Then you remember to bring the flowers back."

Just like many people, after experiencing a high-pressure environment, they will relax their vigilance after thinking that the crisis has been resolved.

The sky didn't taste He Jueyun's intentions.

Two of the worst questions in a row.

"What flower?"

"Oh... that's been a long time, don't you need it?"

The movement at the door suddenly stopped, as if falling into a boundless silence.

Qionggong waited, confirming that she did not hear the sound of opening and closing the door, and her instinct to be alert to danger made her feel a chill behind her.

She carefully turned off the tap and looked back at a slow pace.

... So I was caught off guard against He Jueyun's face that was so close at hand.

He Jueyun has always been very talkative. The last time he got angry was because of the white rose that embodies his strong fatherly love. Qionggong thought that he needed to cherish his life, and with a correct attitude, he said, "I will go down today and get it back."

He Jueyun's expression looked gloomy. He said, "I ask you a question, you answer me seriously, not joking with you."

Qionggong hesitated, put down the dish towel in his hand, and turned to face him.

He Jueyun said solemnly, "What do you think should be the relationship between us, or in the future?"

"friend?"

Qiong Cang's voice was a little heavier, saying that he was telling him, rather he hoped to convince him, "It's a good friend."

He Jueyun is more energetic: "Then let me tell you, there are no good friends.

Most of the people who are very good to the opposite sex have other intentions.

It goes without saying that I am a good man, I am not that Fatherly.

Why am I not nice to Tian Rui

Why would I want to let you in

Why did you hide what happened to Fan Huai

Just for the convenience of monitoring you, or do you have no other friends besides you? "

Qiong looked at him silently, leaning back on the cooking table, propping the marble table behind his palm.

She picked the corners with her fingers, and before He Jueyun flinched, she asked, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

He Jueyun twitched the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "It seems that smart people are not very clever at changing the subject."

The sky was speechless.

However, her expression was not embarrassed, nor was she ashamed after being exposed, she was still cold and calm, perhaps a little confused.

It was as if no one in this world could let her show her flaws in person.

He Jueyun couldn't control his emotions like her, and he didn't want to say anything hurtful in front of her, so he turned around and decided to leave first.

"Feel sorry."

Qiongqiang sounded from behind with a cool voice, "I think this is... something that needs to be seriously considered."

He Jueyun didn't know whether Qionggong said this to him or to himself.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

that's terrible.

Qiong didn't know when the room became quiet again.

She wiped off the rest of the tableware and cleaned the kitchen, then walked slowly to the living room and sat empty on the sofa.

She thought about whether she had done something wrong, but her reflection was not sincere.

It's not her forte.

The main thing is that even if it's wrong, she doesn't have the right way to fix it.

When her mind was empty, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated, and the buzzing sound instantly occupied all her attention.

Qiongcang quickly stepped forward and grabbed it. When he saw that the name of the caller ID was He Chuanzhou, he frowned almost imperceptibly, lowered his eyelids, and clicked to connect.

He Chuanzhou asked without end, "Are you familiar with Li Lingsong?"

Qiong Cang was stunned when he heard the name being asked, and then replied as neutrally as possible: "I don't know very well."

He Chuanzhou: "Then what do you think of him?"

Qiong Cang pondered for a moment and replied, "It's inconvenient to comment, I'm really unfamiliar.

He is a person with strong professional ability. He is obsessed with his academics. When he is with him, there will be a sense of pressure. "

Qiongcang doesn't like any feeling of being probed or spied on, which just goes against Li Lingsong's career.

Li Lingsong has been studying social psychology for many years, and he has cultivated a habit. When facing special groups of people, he will show great patience and enthusiasm. What the firmament can feel is the coldness of being a sample.

In addition, he is also an elder, and there is an identity distance between the two parties. Qiongcang is not good at dealing with him.

The sky eyelashes trembled.

Yes, she has always been accustomed to being independent and withdrawn. She has no idea of letting others participate in her life, and she has no desire to build a family.

Friends don't have to think about the future, she hates thinking about things like that.

This is the difference between her and He Jueyun, and she avoids this kind of question subjectively.

He Chuanzhou didn't notice her absence, so he answered briefly, and hung up the phone immediately without waiting for Qiong to ask questions.

Qionggong looked at the darkened screen. The thin figure was motionless in the light and shadow. After a quarter of an hour, she was released from this meaningless state of meditation. She put on her coat and walked out of the room. .

·

He Chuanzhou stepped on black high-heeled shoes, stepped into the office, stood at the door, his pupils turned slightly, and quickly and implicitly scanned the details of the house.

Bright light and straightforward furnishings.

There are many traces of life in the small house, and various trophies and photos are placed in the corners, which fully proves the owner's life experience.

With just a few glances, He Chuanzhou judged that the owner of the office was a person with self-control and a gentle personality.

"If you're interested, you can take a look."

The person behind the desk smiled and said, "I have worked at D University for more than 40 years.

There are many memories of me and my students.

You may know many of the people in the photo. "

He Chuanzhou turned his eyes back and smiled at him: "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"nothing.

When I was a consultant in the past, I often cooperated with the Public Security Bureau, but now that I am older, it is not very convenient. "

Li Lingsong pointed to the wooden chair opposite, "I don't know what team He has to do with me?"

He Chuanzhou took out the copy bag, put it on the table politely, pushed it over, and asked, "Do you know this word?"

Li Lingsong picked it up, carefully recognized each word, rolled his eyes, as if recalling, then put the paper back on the table, and said with a natural expression: "This is indeed my word, but I don't remember when it was written. yes."

He Chuanzhou took advantage of the situation to sit across the table, keeping his eyes level with him, and asked, "Then do you know where I found it?"

Li Lingsong shook his head and asked her to speak directly.

"Found from the home of a female driver who had just been involved in a car accident."

He Chuanzhou took the paper back, stood it up, and showed it to Li Lingsong, "After our investigation, we found that this lady had cheated or had a mental cheating behavior many years ago.

This is a love letter written to her by her lover.

The rest of the evidence was incinerated, except for this card, which her daughter inadvertently kept. "

"Oh?"

Even if Li Lingsong frowned, he had a kind of gentleness, and no one could see anger or other emotions on his face, only pure puzzlement.

"I don't quite understand what you mean.

The logic between this seems a little strange

The female driver, what caused the accident? "

He Chuanzhou said: "Accident."

"Since it was an accident, why do you want to check her private life many years ago?"

Li Lingsong showed a helpless smile, "I am also involved, I guess you have some kind of strange guess."

He Chuanzhou stared at him tightly, and Li Lingsong didn't feel offended, and looked back at her frankly.

He Chuanzhou said, "Didn't you write this?"

"I wrote it."

Li Lingsong admitted happily, "But I have never sent this kind of thing to anyone, and I have never had an improper relationship with any woman.

Let me explain, this poem was actually written to my ex-wife, how could I possibly use it to confess to other women

Moreover, judging from the content of this poem, it should be the content that I changed later.

It was ten years ago…”

He pondered for a while, he didn't remember very clearly, he lowered his head and laughed: "I was in my 60s at that time, how could there be such fun as young people?"

This is also what He Chuanzhou can't figure out the most.

More than ten years ago, Han Xiao was only in his thirties at that time. It is true that Li Lingsong was very attractive, but would Han Xiao really fall in love with this man who was a generation older than himself

The most difficult thing about this case is that no one knows who is innocent and who is not.

Who is the ultimate culprit and who is used.

He Chuanzhou suppressed the emotion in his eyes and asked politely, "So, who can get your handwriting?"

Li Lingsong said regretfully: "I think there should be a lot."

The muscles around He Chuanzhou's eyes twitched, and his heart went cold: "What do you mean?"

"When I was young, I always had all kinds of interests, and it was also work-related, and I liked getting to know all kinds of people.

Therefore, I have joined many interest associations. "

Li Lingsong pointed to the thing in her hand, "This is one of a kind."

He said: "Sometimes, I am in charge of teaching new people, and when I teach my students, in order to relax the atmosphere, I have written a lot of jams.

Because of convenience, I write most of these poems.

After the class, these things are usually handled by my assistants or students. I didn't ask where they were thrown away. "

"Why didn't you sign?"

"It's not for giving away."

Li Lingsong smiled and said, "Will Team He write his name on his scratch paper?"

In a short period of time, even He Chuanzhou began to doubt himself.

The man in front of him was impeccable, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

However, the more this is the case, the less He Chuanzhou dares to easily rule out his suspicion.

No mountains, no dew, his body was covered with a mysterious smell.

"Just for this poem?"

Seeing her silence, Li Lingsong asked with concern, "Is it important?"

He Chuanzhou put the paper back, took out another bag, took out two photos from it, and put them on the table.

The photo was taken from the side, and the gray-haired old man stopped at the intersection, waiting for the end of the traffic light.

There were a few passersby beside him.

This street is located in a prosperous area, and the pedestrian traffic has always been dense.

Li Lingsong saw it clearly, and nodded: "It's really me.

This is the clothes I just wore two days ago... The car accident you mentioned was the one.

Did the driver really have an accident

What are you looking for? "

He Chuanzhou said: "Yes, what a coincidence.

You just happened to be at the crime scene.

A driver in a car accident runs a red light because he is looking in your direction. "

Li Lingsong raised his eyebrows in surprise and his expression became heavy: "What's her name?"

"Han Xiao."

"Well..." Li Lingsong thought hard while pressing his forehead, and sighed, "I really don't have an impression, I don't know.

Maybe one of my students

I really regret it. "

He Chuanzhou couldn't see any clues in him.

The obvious clues all pointed to this person, but he pushed them out easily.

Like a lurking iceberg, it is impossible to see through.

He Chuanzhou's tone increased a little: "Why did you pass by this morning?"

Li Lingsong said lightly, "Go shopping."

He Chuanzhou's undulating tone expressed her grievance: "Shopping?"

"Can't I be in this place?"

Li Lingsong said helplessly, "Even if I show up in this place, I can't guarantee that the owner of the car will crash because of seeing me, right

Besides, why would I do this

This thing... I think you guys can think again.

I don't know what exactly you want me to explain to you. "

He Chuanzhou also found that her attitude was too extreme, she lowered her head and sorted out the things on the table.

Instead, Li Lingsong took the initiative to explain: "That morning, I went shopping with my son, because my ex-wife's birthday was coming, and we wanted to choose a gift... My ex-wife is in poor health and has been bedridden for many years, and the doctor said that it might not last too long. After a long time, my son wanted her to be a little happier before she called me out.

Before that, my ex-wife and I didn't really have much contact. "

is that so

He Chuanzhou said in his heart.

Li Lingsong had already finished what he could say, and He Chuanzhou didn't know what to ask.

Li Lingsong understood: "The work of the investigation agency is very busy.

Maybe you need to relax. "

He Chuanzhou took a deep breath and glanced at the fruit bowl on the side, which contained a lot of loose orange candies.

She originally wanted to ask if Li Lingsong knew people like "Ding Xihua" or Fan An, but she hesitated when the words came to her mouth and only asked, "Do you mind?"

"Please help yourself."

Li Lingsong smiled, "Many people like this candy.

Something as simple as candy can sometimes bring simple joy. "

He Chuanzhou touched it casually, put it in his pocket, and nodded to Li Lingsong.

"Naughty."

·

This conversation was almost fruitless, and it did not provide any help other than a complete fork in He Chuanzhou's investigation plan.

She came out of the teaching building breathing out turbid air, squinted her eyes slightly under the noon sun, and walked towards her vehicle.

Under the shadowy tree shadows, a familiar figure leaned against her body in the back light. After the car's headlights were turned on because the electronic lock was released, she turned to look at her.

He Chuanzhou quickened his pace, pulled up a shallow smile, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Qiong Cang put his hands in his pockets, looking a little absent-minded: "I have nothing to do, come out for a walk, I guess you are here, so I stopped by."

He Chuanzhou glanced at her and said teasingly, "Where's your little follower?"

Qiong Cang smiled embarrassedly: "He's not my little valet, I can't afford him."

He Chuanzhou understood: "We quarreled."

"Nothing."

Qiongcang raised his chin towards that side and asked, "How is it?"

He Chuanzhou opened the car door: "Get in the car first."

Qiongcang took the opportunity to sit in the passenger seat: "Ask for a clue?"

He Chuanzhou opened his lips and spat out a few words in a self-deprecating manner: "Ask about loneliness."

"He is very powerful, he can see through others but others can't see through him."

Qiong said, "There is no real progress, so what does it feel like?"

He Chuanzhou remembered: "There are still some."

She took it into her pocket and threw a candy to the sky.

Qiong Cang said with satisfaction: "The harvest is still very gratifying."