Ling Shu ate the chestnuts and immersed himself in his own thoughts wholeheartedly, not even knowing when Cheng Si left.
After all, his energy was not as good as before, and he was injured just now, so he lost consciousness while thinking about it. The half-eaten chestnuts in his hand fell to the ground and filled half the room.
In a trance, someone bent down to pick it up and put it on the cabinet beside the hospital bed.
"You always get lost." The comer judo.
It wasn't Cheng Si's hurried roaring voice, but the gentleness and sweetness in his memory, just like the bowl of iced sugarcane water in summer, which can be refreshing without adding honey.
Ling Shu rubbed his eyes and turned over. Sure enough, he saw a man standing by the window with his back to him, pulling the curtains up.
"It's windy outside, you just sleep open like this, and you'll blow your head later, it's even harder."
"Du... Yunning?" Ling Shu asked suspiciously.
The cheongsam woman hummed.
"you are not… ?"
Ling Shu wanted to ask if you were dead, but the words came out of his mouth, but he couldn't ask.
Du Yuning's temperament is very peaceful, not like she was high-spirited when she just married into the Yuan family, not like her when she became a grudge, but more like when she was studying, she was carefree and didn't have to think about anything, everyone. The blood of the cavity can be poured on the hot soil of youth as much as possible.
"I'm not dead, I've been alive." Ling Shu heard her say, "Do you think I'm dead?"
Ling Shu sat up holding his aching head, and his vision became dark and blurry from time to time, and the sky was getting darker. As the curtains were drawn, he could hardly see Du Yuning's expression.
"You're not dead? Where are you? Do you know that we've been looking for you these days? Everyone in Shanghai thought you were dead, and your husband Yuan Bing was also in jail!"
"I know."
Du Yuning's voice was pleasant and light.
"Now is the result I want. I hate him. If he hadn't put me in this cage and watched me decay and rot, how could I have become addicted to smoking? Do you know that he still has him outside? Bastard, I'm like an idiot, I don't know anything. How can he have three wives and four concubines, hugging from left to right, and I have to wear Mrs. Yuan's chastity arch for the rest of my life?"
Ling Shu: "So, you really have an affair with Hong Xiaoguang. Who is he?"
Du Yuning: "He? He is you!"
Ling Shu: "Nonsense..."
He was about to get up and go to Radu Yuning to prevent the other party from running away, but when Du Yuning finished speaking, he suddenly turned around, his face was pale and not like a living person, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his two eyes almost fell out of their sockets, which was very scary.
Ling Shu immediately broke out in cold sweat, his whole body trembled violently, and he jumped up like a carp.
"you're awake?"
Du Yuning was gone.
A man was sitting in her direction just now, looking down at the file.
It was Yue Ding Tang.
Ling Shu was still in shock, and suddenly found that he had a nightmare.
"I just had a dream."
He panted slightly, his chest and back wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
The slender neck was stretched straight, as if it could be broken at any time.
"Nightmare?"
Yue Dingtang raised his head, took off his glasses, and turned on the light.
The house was bright.
Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
But Yue Dingtang's next words made him sigh again.
"Bad news, Yuan Bing is dead."
If you are really afraid, you will come.
Ling Shu was stunned for a moment, his head buzzing, and there was a moment of confusion.
"How did you die?"
His lips were white and dry, and his voice was extremely difficult.
"Tobacco poisoning attacks, the disease is terminal, and there is no cure."
Yue Dingtang got up and poured him a glass of boiled water.
"I went a step late, and his rescue was ineffective. He just took his last breath and didn't even have time to ask a word."
"Du Yuning's personal maid, that Alan also died. Two people died within two days. They were both key figures in the case. How could it be so coincidental?"
Ling Shu took a few sips of water before feeling much more comfortable in his throat.
Yue Dingtang: "I asked, before Yuan Bing died, someone went to see him."
Ling Shu: "Who?"
Yue Dingtang: "Yuan Lingbo, Yuan Bingdao's second sister."
Ling Shu: "This person should have settled in Hong Kong long ago, why did he come back suddenly?"
Yue Dingtang nodded: "Yuan Bing has a separate cell, and he and the patrolman have a good relationship. The person who came to visit the prison claimed to be his second aunt, and the patrolman agreed to her to visit the prison."
Ling Shu couldn't help but said: "How can the jurisdiction of the Tangtang concession be so lax?"
Yue Dingtang hummed: "That's right, otherwise how could people be allowed to drink, play cards and eat supper inside?"
Ling Shu had a look on his face that I couldn't understand at all.
He was sweating and sticking to his forehead, black and white, and his qi was insufficient.
Yue Dingtang glanced at him and swallowed the ridicule that had come to his mouth.
"It stands to reason that if Yuan Ergu is fake, Yuan Bing will find out immediately, but according to the confession of the patrol, after the woman went in, she stayed there for about an hour, and there was not much movement. After the other party left, he still After I went in and took a look, Yuan Bing sat there honestly, without making any noise. It wasn't until half an hour later that there was a sound inside. Yuan Bing said that he was unwell and the situation was getting worse. The patrol hurriedly called someone to call a doctor. But it's too late."
Ling Shu: "Food poisoning? Have you confirmed that the body is him?"
Yue Dingtang: "The corpse is indeed him, there is no doubt. The cause of his death was preliminarily determined to be smoking overdose, that is to say, his second aunt went to visit the prison and brought him the cigarette to eat. The patrol took bribes, so it was hidden from us at first, and now he has been fired for questioning.”
Money can make a ghost run the mill. It is not an exaggeration to use it in the current Shanghai Beach.
Although Yuan Bing was temporarily detained because of suspicion, the Yuan family still had some wealth, enough for him to buy into the patrol house and live more comfortably in it, and because of his identity, everyone did not dare to mess around. No one would ask, so he was put in so easily and had close contact with Yuan Bing.
No one knows what they talked about in that hour, and whether that woman is Yuan Bing's second aunt, all these will become a mystery with Yuan Bing's death.
If there is no accident, even if they blow up the whole of Shanghai, they can't find a woman named Yuan Lingbo.
"What about Alan, what's the autopsy result?" Ling Shuo asked the maid.
"You may not believe it." Yue Dingtang said, "Preliminary reports show that Alan was indeed hanged and strangled to death."
Ling Shu: "This does not completely rule out homicide. If someone makes her comatose first, and then puts her on the sling, she can also be hanged and suffocated to death, and no abnormality can be found."
Yue Dingtang shook his head.
"Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter now."
They had wondered before that if the other party came to the Yuan family, why didn't they start directly from Yuan Bing, but passed through Du Yunning first, and Yuan Bing had an accident not long after they said this.
Once the news of Yuan Bing's death spreads, it will inevitably cause a sensation again, adding more confusing colors to this mysterious case.
Many novelists may be inspired by this to make up more bizarre plots, and the Yuan family trilogy serialized in newspapers and magazines can also make a lot of money.
However, these have nothing to do with the case itself, and even make the case farther and farther away from the truth.
What if you pulled your gaze back from the cause of death of the three people and jumped directly to the result
After becoming a police officer, Ling Shu has been exposed to many cases, ranging from trivial to major unsolved cases. There are many things happening in Shanghai every day, and there are more cases that cannot be solved. When he has nothing to do, he will go to the archives to look through it slowly, and no one will come to urge him to read it quickly, which has become a kind of pastime and fun for him.
From these cases, Ling Shu slowly realized some ideas.
For example, when you seem to be led away by a bunch of threads, don't pay attention to the rope for now. You can directly try to cross the person who is pulling the thread and walk forward, and maybe you will find another scene.
"Does Yuan Bing have any illegitimate children?"
"No." Yue Dingtang said with certainty. "Although Yuan Bing is romantic outside, his long-term smoking of cigarettes should have had a certain impact on his fertility."
Ling Shu: "Yuan Bing has three aunts. If Yuan Bing and Du Yunning both die, it stands to reason that the inheritance of the Yuan family should be inherited by the three aunts. But the third aunt is dead and has no children. The eldest aunt is far away. The United States has not necessarily received the news of Yuan's accident, and the only second aunt, Yuan Lingbo, came to visit him before he died."
Yue Dingtang: "Yes, but as soon as she appears, it will be difficult to get rid of the suspicion of killing her nephew and plotting property. If this Yuan Lingbo is real, she will never appear again."
Ling Shu: "If the Yuan family's property is not inherited for a long time, the government will take it back and confiscate it and put the house up for auction again."
Yue Dingtang frowned.
He made a gesture, indicating that Ling Shu didn't need to go on.
But he himself has been slow to make a sound, obviously clarifying his thoughts.
Ling Shu thought of the maid Alan and the Yuan family's house.
This woman is bound to be a key part of it.
She might have been an insider, or a participant, so she had to die.
The murderer kills people in order to cover up some things, thinking that if a person dies, one hundred is gone, but from another point of view, the more dead people, the more flaws.
"I'll go check Alan's history first."
"I want to visit Yuan's house."
The two spoke almost simultaneously.
Yue Dingtang: "Although the death of Yuan Bing and Alan is unfortunate news, it also has the advantage of clearing your suspicions indirectly. Now you don't have to worry so much."
Ling Shu: "The case is solved as soon as possible, so that I can get rid of suspicion as soon as possible, otherwise the murderer will go unpunished, and I will definitely be suspended by the police station. My career ideal is to be a police officer, but I don't want to lose my job."
This is a job that sucks and waits for death.
He added inwardly.
Yue Dingtang had a clear look on his face.
"The doctor told you to rest more, you should not move around now."
"I think I'm much better." Ling Shu touched his head, "I dreamed of Du Yuning just now."
Yue Dingtang was silent.
For them, although this name is already a memory of the past, the memory is still there and will never be erased.
How sad Du Yunning is now, how pure and beautiful she was in the past.
It was a past that belonged to both of them.
Although she didn't say it, everyone wanted to comfort her spirit in the sky with the truth.
"Tomorrow wait for the doctor's rounds, and after confirming that you can be discharged from the hospital, we will go to the Yuan family for a closer inspection." Yue Dingtang said.
Ling Shu yawned: "I think we should have missed some important details last time."
Yue Dingtang saw that his face was tired and pale, so he sorted out the files in his hand and got up.
"You have a good rest, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Walk slowly, don't turn off the lights." Ling Shu slid into the quilt and pulled the quilt over his ears.
"Are you afraid of the dark, or of ghosts?" Yue Dingtang teased.
The man didn't say a word, as if he was asleep.
Yue Dingtang smiled, walked to the door, was about to open it, seemed to remember something, and turned around again.
"By the way, I forgot to ask you. You said that you thought it was fun. You practiced writing with your left hand for a few years. Why did you change your hand to shoot? It's fun too?"
Ling Shu did not move.
After a long time, when Yue Dingtang was about to leave, he heard the sleepy voice of the other party.
"I'm a policeman. I can use my left and right hands to save my life at a critical moment. You don't understand it."
The author has something to say:
A small theater that has nothing to do with the text:
Yue Dingtang: Let me tell you a ghost story.
After Ling Shu heard this, his face did not change, and he remained calm.
Yue Dingtang thought to himself, I'm not afraid, am I wrong
While he was getting up to smoke, Ling Shu took out the cloth stuffed in his ears and threw it into the trash.