Asking God is easy to send God.
After finally sending the doctors and nurses away, the two sisters became quiet, Ling Shu was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Ling Yao looked at Ling Shu's haggard expression, but he didn't say anything, but he felt a little remorse in his heart.
She put the oranges down, told Ling Shu to take a good rest, and took the lead out of the battle.
As soon as Ling Yao left, Yue Chunxiao also felt bored and left quickly as well.
Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the cold sweet and sour fish in the food box with regret.
"It's really worrying!"
Yue Dingtang couldn't finish the rice, because the pig's trotters were cold, and the taste changed.
He got up, picked up his coat and scarf, put them on, touched his injured arm, and took an apple from the fruit basket and took a bite.
"I'll go to the arresting room to ask Yuan Bing to ask questions. I'll come back later. You should rest well first."
He put on his hat and walked to the door, thought for a moment, then turned his head.
"By the way, happy Spring Festival."
Ling Shu smiled wryly.
This New Year's Day has been really bumpy.
It was the first time he spent the Spring Festival in the hospital.
In the afternoon, the sun shines in through the window, the snow and ice have melted, and there is a warm atmosphere.
The sound of setting off firecrackers came from afar, conveying the smell of fireworks in the market little by little.
But the corridor outside the ward was very quiet, perhaps because most of the patients were picked up by their families for the Chinese New Year.
At this time in previous years, he should have been kicked out by his sister to go door-to-door to pay New Year's greetings, or follow them back to his brother-in-law's hometown to eat freshly baked rice cakes, a sip of tea with a mouthful of rice cakes, and chat around the stove in the evening, which was very enjoyable.
Thinking about the tragic experience of his own people sitting at home and the disaster coming from the sky, Ling Shu couldn't help but sigh again.
"What are you doing, New Year's Eve, put it here and sigh, be careful to sigh away your luck!"
With the sound, the visitor pushed the door and entered.
Ling Shu raised his eyebrows.
"What wind brought you here?"
"South-east, north-west wind!" Cheng Si smiled, "You can still joke, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"
Ling Shu stretched out his hand towards him.
"Is there no major problem, there are still minor problems. If you hit your head, you may lose your memory anytime, anywhere. You can't offer condolences?"
"Here."
Cheng Si handed him the paper bag in his hand.
"Sugar-fried chestnuts, fresh out of the oven, still hot, sincere enough!"
Ling Shu was rude, reached into the paper bag, took out one, and threw it to Cheng Si.
"Help me peel it off."
Cheng Si glared at him: "You hit your head and broke your hand?"
Ling Shu raised his hand that was doing the hanging needles and gestured.
Cheng Si was angry and helped him peel the shell, and then handed over the sweet chestnut meat.
"Speaking of which, you asked for it yourself! If I told you to go to the dance hall on the night of the incident, you went, don't go to any Xiaoji noodle shop to eat noodles, I can even make a personal certificate for you. Now, I have to be charged with murder!"
Ling Shu said meaningfully: "If it was you and me that night, I probably wouldn't be able to see you now."
Cheng Si was stunned for a moment, and after half a second, he had a cold war, and the chestnuts were not in the mood to peel.
"Don't scare me! Who the hell hates you so much and wants to kill you?!"
Ling Shu: "It's not necessarily against me, but I just happen to be a suitable candidate. What's going on outside now, has the news of Du Yuning's death spread all over Shanghai? What does the news say?"
Cheng Si came to the spirit.
"Don't tell me, all the big newspapers and tabloids have been published, and now it's a mess. Since a maid in the Yuan family died yesterday, almost all the headlines in the city this morning are talking about this news..."
"Who died?" Ling Shu interrupted him.
"A maid in the Yuan family."
Ling Shu had a bad feeling.
"What's your name and how did you die?"
Cheng Si: "I didn't notice the name... The newspaper said that he was hanged. He was found hanged in the front building of Yuan's house this morning. Du Yuning's body was cold in the room before he died, and he couldn't be rescued."
Ling Shu: "The front building is locked, and the servants live in the small building at the back."
Cheng Si hissed: "So what is written in the newspaper is true. Is it true that Du Yuning is haunted and uses a maid as a substitute?"
Ling Shu: "You are also a person who has attended a new school, but you actually believe this. How did the newspaper write it?"
"There's more to say."
"Some say that the maid wanted to fly up the branches, carry the hostess on her back, climb on the bed of the male host, and return the bead to the dark knot. After being discovered by Du Yuning, the couple had a dispute, and Yuan Bing accidentally killed Du Yuning. , Du Yunning is dead, and comes back to seek revenge for this maid."
"It is also said that this maid caused Yuan's family to perish, and her conscience was disturbed. Every day she dreamed of Du Yunning coming to seek revenge, and she died."
"It's even more bizarre. It is said that Du Yuning asked this maid to seduce Yuan Bing in order to win over her husband's heart. After all, the Yuan family's child was born in the Yuan family. This maid is fierce, she would rather die than give in, but she was defiled by Yuan Bing..."
"Stop!"
The more Ling Shu listened, the more speechless he became.
But he was also certain.
The maid that Cheng Si mentioned was probably Alan, the dumb girl next to Du Yuning.
"What's all this mess? I've seen that maid before, she has beautiful eyes, but Yuan Bing is a prodigal son who has read thousands of sails, and even Du Yuning can't hold his heart, how can Alan be? It's even more outrageous for a ghost to seek revenge!"
Cheng Si innocently spread his hands: "Then how do I know? But the good thing is that your name has not been mentioned very much. Except for one or two reports of your suspicion at the beginning, the public's attention is now almost on the couple's relationship. Gratitude and grievance, and how much property is left with the Yuan family."
Ling Shu pointed to his nose: "As the biggest suspect, why don't I deserve a name?"
Cheng Si laughed: "Maybe it's because they think that killing a wife by the son of a warlord is more twisted and bizarre than your childhood sweetheart, right? It's a pity that I forgot the newspaper at the police station, or I'll bring it to you. Here's one for you to take a look at. The big newspapers are better, the tabloids are simply unscrupulous, they all seem to be hiding under the Yuan family's bed, and they are about to write a murder case into a rich and powerful love story."
Cheng Si’s thoughts represent the thoughts of most ordinary citizens. For the plain and straightforward description of the case, many people would rather read some new analysis and imagination, take the story as a real thing, and talk about it with relish as a talk after dinner.
Some tabloids even took the opportunity to launch the Yuan family trilogy, starting from Yuan Bingdao's fortune, and the content is two parts real, eight parts fiction, and exaggerated and fantasy.
There is no one in the Yuan family. When Yuan Bingdao died, the big family was scattered. Yuan Bing himself was not good enough. Now he is still in prison. If the Yuan family still has some energy, this kind of fictional story will definitely not be published.
Driven by public opinion, it is very likely that the case handling thinking of the patrol room will also be affected, which may be a good thing for Ling Shu.
But Ling Shu was lost in thought.
They had just been assassinated last night, and Alan died today.
In terms of time, Alan should have an accident after midnight last night.
As Du Yuning's personal maid, Alan must know a lot of things, but why did she not die before, but now she is dead
Did the murderer think she knew something and couldn't let her live, for fear that she would expose herself
Alan's identity is destined to be the focus of the investigation.
But they didn't doubt Alan too much before, because she was dumb, illiterate, and a weak woman. Without the strength to kill Du Yunning, it would be difficult for her to succeed.
Now that Alan's death has exposed the fact that she is related to this case.
Dead people can't speak, and they are the safest. Even if they realize this, it will be difficult for them to break through.
Yuan Bing, Yuan family.
Now it seems to be getting farther and farther from the truth, but from another angle, it seems to be helping them to filter out the truth step by step.