"I am Ma Jun's father, Ma Cheng, chairman of Chenghuo Group." As if it was a professional habit, the middle-aged man sitting opposite quickly took out a business card from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to me.
Judging from their appearance, the young man who died and the middle-aged man in front of him were so similar that one could tell they were related by blood at a glance. However, compared to the dead black-haired man, this white-haired man looked more dignified - not just the vitality of a living person, but also an almost brand-new designer outfit that made people look better than Ma Jun. The goods on the street stalls are very eye-catching.
This is only from God's perspective.
I'm not usually someone who likes to pay attention to such details, but sitting on both sides of the same table with this old gentleman, I always feel like I'm actually in another world.
In Mo Zinan's words, being able to keep smiling even though you know you are at rock bottom is actually a manifestation of your strong will.
Generally speaking, it is not an easy task to face the family members of the deceased. Out of the spirit of caring for my subordinates, I usually accept this mission. However, my subordinates who are cared for do not seem to appreciate it very much.
"I got a call from my daughter around seven o'clock and got the... news. I was surprised by it... very surprised."
Chairman Ma Chengma has a pair of very sharp eyes, and presumably he is also a good weapon on the negotiating table. When talking about his son's death, compared to his daughter who seemed overly calm and self-possessed, he still maintained a superhuman calmness, but also showed a trace of tired sadness in the wrinkles on his face.
"From the current situation, Ma Jun died of murder." Ma Shu knew at a glance that he was a smart man, and the situation at the scene had nothing to do with suicide. And judging from the father's behavior, he didn't seem like the kind of person who didn't understand Ma Jun's situation at all. "Do you have any clues about the person who will kill him, or the person who has been in frequent contact with him recently?"
"Officer Liang," a bitter smile appeared on Ma Cheng's face. There were more wrinkles on his face and he looked much older. "To be honest, I don't know much about this kid Ma Jun." ——I have had little contact with him since he became an adult. You must also know that he has been living alone. Please forgive me, I cannot provide any useful information in this regard. The relationship between Ma Shu and her brother is even more Alienation, I guess you’re not getting anything from her either.”
Before I could answer the question, he took out a plastic bag from his side pocket.
"Actually, after learning about his death, my first reaction was not that he was murdered - because of this."
I was a little surprised, watching him open the layers of plastic bags and reveal a piece of paper.
"Just now, I got this in the company's mailbox." He didn't touch the piece of paper, and obviously took the fingerprint issue into consideration, so he handed the thing to me in a plastic bag.
It was a piece of letter paper, with a line of funny-looking small words neatly written on the top:
When I die, the world will feel at ease.
A line of words is arranged on the line. Although it looks neat from a distance, when you get closer, you can find that the words are very irregular. The horizontal and vertical lines are not straight, but they look like they were painted on. But this does not affect the seriousness that comes out of the paper.
"This is Ma Jun's handwriting." Ma Cheng said with great certainty.
While I was stunned, an uninvited guest barged in from outside the door.
"Captain Liang," Mo Zinan's voice was particularly loud, "here..."
Her words paused at the door, which made me calm down a little and look back.
"Fuck."
Before I understood what was happening, I heard an extremely loud curse word.
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"I'm afraid I'm not living in a novel," Mo Zinan hugged his legs and curled up on the seat, looking like a depressed shrimp ball, "This is too coincidental."
"All coincidences are not coincidences in essence." I didn't know what kind of expression I should show at this time. I felt quite uncomfortable, not just because I had lost some face just now. "I didn't have time to ask Song Qiaoyu why he hit someone. It’s really a bit of a loss.”
Mr. Ma Cheng is really a magical person. Just at noon, he was inexplicably hijacked by our signature violent maniac, and soon at night he received our inquiry again at the scene where his son was killed.
I didn't even have time to apologize to my subordinate for his gaffe, before Mo Zinan dragged me away from the place as fast as lightning.
"Fortunately, I didn't do anything too rude," Mo Zinan took out a cigarette from somewhere, didn't light it, just held it in his mouth, and said proudly, "I guess Director Ma hasn't noticed that I'm a cigarette." Where is the 'accomplice'?"
"Maybe people are just sad, so they haven't noticed it yet..."
"So the family members of the victim in our case have actually been to the crime scene of the previous case we haven't solved yet?" Shao Zi was much calmer while driving, "Why do I smell big news?"
Although this eldest brother is not old now, he still worked a lot of jobs when he was younger. Just because of occupational diseases, there are a lot of them classified into categories, which is hard to count.
"Do you want to call Sister Song directly?" Gu Wan seemed to belong to the action group and had already opened the address book on his mobile phone. "I just haven't saved Sister Song's phone number yet."
"Do you know why we call the hero named Song? It's not because she can fight." Mo Zinan rolled his eyes, and then kindly put his hand on the little girl's head, "Little cutie, that guy She doesn’t even use a mobile phone. To say she is 008 is an insult to Great Britain’s technological level, a textbook relic.”
"What about regular missions?" Gu Wan was obviously very curious about this question, and even started to cooperate with Mo Zinan's performance, his eyes widened, "You can't just wear nothing, right?"
"You can use the communicator at that time," I took over. "She...is a little bit shy about mobile phones."
Shao Zi seemed to be particularly sensitive to the word shadow, and he seemed to think of something in an instant, "It's...what's that again?"
"She has quite a lot of problems," Mo Zinan smacked his lips, looking quite interested, but the joking expression on his face faded a little, "This hero's career has been quite rough."
Gu Wan looked at her face and was stunned, but still said nothing.
"It's a bit scary to put those two weirdos together. It's not a special situation or it's just like this." I really couldn't help it, maybe I really wanted to show off. But the development of things obviously exceeded my expectation.
"Aside from being too handsome, what else can be wrong with me?" Mo Zinan was not only sensitive, but also had a very thick filter. He said this confidently, and he stood up from a half-squatting position, and even insulted me by the way. "Captain Liang, you are just jealous."
"Be objective." Shao Zi's expression demonstrated rationality and objectivity to the extreme, but his words were not so normal. "You're wrong, captain, this thing can't bring harm to others, just forget it about Song Qiaoyu."
I really underestimated the power of crazy fans.
"It's not anything wrong. Don't you think Jiang Qiu is actually a little bit weird..." I tried to save my current situation, and after thinking about it, I changed my words, "No... it's not weird at all."
"That's weird, what's wrong?" Mo Zinan said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Captain Liang, you are so out... it's outdated, it's called contrasting cuteness." It seemed like he was considerate enough to switch to Chinese... …
Shao Zi nodded as if in agreement, "We need to learn." He was really concise and to the point.
These two are mentally retarded.
"Actually, this disease may have something to do with our case. Don't you think that Ma Shu..." If I continue, I may be shot dead on the spot by the eyes of these two civilian police officers. This is really not a gratifying thing. .
Let me start by saying that I am not a doormat, although I do feel aggrieved.
I couldn't help but turn around and turn my eyes to the newcomer Gu Wan. Although I have long been accustomed to being ridiculed and ridiculed by those guys, I actually hope to be comforted. This girl seems to be quite good at being a good person.
Gu Wan didn't seem to have any emotion towards the two guys whose characters instantly collapsed. He saw her holding the phone intently. A line of numbers was displayed on the smartphone with a bright black screen. Looking at it upside down, it also looked a little familiar...
"Liang An?" The decorated voice on the phone sounded really familiar, with a usual hint of confusion. At that moment, I felt a little uncomfortable looking at the innocent-looking little girl sitting next to me.
Thirty seconds.
The air fell silent.
The little girl who looked innocent and cute just now blinked her eyes and then lowered her head very stiffly.
I could see clearly that this guy was clearly smiling.
"Nothing, I'm just saying... Xiao Gu, you are really smart and capable. Do you need the leader to send you a letter of praise?" I pulled a smile from the corner of my mouth. "By the way, we would like to ask Song Qiaoyu why he held the old man hostage because it was urgent. We will tell you the details when we come back."
"snort."
Sure enough, the people in the HR department have a grudge against me.
Really, seriously, I'm so stupid and sweet.
The voice on the other side suddenly changed. It rang twice, and it was obviously someone else.
"I know that person." A familiar voice replied in a very unfamiliar tone, "During a previous investigation, I saw him and then let him run away. So when I saw him before, I subconsciously It’s over.”
"What investigation?" Gu Wan asked curiously.
"You later proved that it was none of his business?" I ignored the girl next to him for the moment.
"Well..." Song Qiaoyu's voice was somewhat reluctant, "So I was wrong."
"Then I beg you," I made up my mind, "you go investigate him again."
"Um?"
"Shao Zi, show her Ma Cheng's information." I said slowly and in a deep voice, "And... Ma Jun is the address of the deceased. You should know how to pick a lock, right? Remember to check first. There are no clues..."
A busy signal came from the other side of the phone.
But I know the person on the other side did listen.
"Captain Liang, you are so annoying."
This is not surprising.
