The doorbell rang several times. It seemed that people outside had already become accustomed to the fact that the owner of the house did not respond so quickly. There was a delay between each ringing.
Ma Jun's doorbell is designed to ring as long as you press it, but maybe people outside are too lazy to remind them all the time. Each time the bell rings, they seem to just press it casually, not in a hurry to get in. .
Liang An leaned towards the door and looked out through the peephole in the middle. There was a young man standing outside the door, holding a mobile phone in his hand, leaning against the wall of the door and waiting. He seemed to be sure that Ma Jun was at home, or maybe he felt that he didn't hear the ringing in the house and just used the electronic device to call him. , his expression is relatively relaxed.
He was dressed very casually, not like he was working, but more like visiting ordinary friends. He just waited quietly aside, glancing in the direction of Ma Jun's door from time to time.
But Liang An knew this person. Although he had only seen his ID photo in the file, it was not much different from him.
This is Ma Jun's personal doctor named Tong Hongguang.
Liang An was not in a hurry to open the door. He asked Shao Zi for the contact information of the family doctor, and he sent it over after more than a minute of urging.
He thought for a while, made some preparations, turned on the recording device, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number directly. Suddenly hearing the ringing, the person outside the door was also startled, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello, Dr. Tong." Liang An stood at the door, watching the expressions and movements of the people outside.
"I am Liang An, the captain of the third detachment of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Yuzhou City General Bureau. I need to handle the case. Can I ask you a few questions? Do you have time? It may take a while." He spoke very slowly, but his tone was not tolerated. Doubtful, very calm and firm persuasion.
"...Oh, ah, okay." Tong Hongguang was obviously stunned, his whole body tensed up, and he stood up straight, "What's the matter? I'm, uh... free."
Looking at his reaction, Liang An was stunned, as if he had discovered something unexpected, and looked at him with a bit of curiosity.
He turned around and walked quietly towards the balcony.
"You can't disclose the specific psychological problems your patient Ma Jun has, right?"
"Um...yes." Tong Hongguang's voice became somewhat stable, "We signed an agreement, and this belongs to the patient's privacy, so I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, no need to explain."
Liang An smiled. He had already reached the balcony. He looked out and saw that there were few people around who were not being watched. "Let's ask the next question." He made a prompt decision and climbed off the balcony while talking. After a small voice, he jumped down - Ma Jun's apartment is on the second floor, and the tone of the call is less than zero.
"Okay." Seeing that the police officer didn't reply for a while, Tong Hongguang calmed down.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but he didn't notice that it was the pause of the person on the other side of the phone, and the less obvious landing sound because the voice was turned down.
"Before, I mean after you went on a business trip - did you prescribe some medicine to Ma Jun?"
Liang An landed very steadily, and there was almost no sound other than the impact on the ground. He only scared the old lady who was practicing fan dance in the small square nearby.
He didn't have time to explain more, he just took out his police card and showed it to the old man as he walked, and made a silent gesture. He had a friendly smile and looked reliable, as if he suddenly remembered to put on a mannequin. Human sheepskin.
"Yes...yes, amitriptyline. I asked him to take it every day to see the effect. Officer, is there something wrong with those drugs?"
"Something happened yesterday, and Ma Jun is currently being treated in the hospital." Liang An paused, putting aside his credibility for the time being, as if what he said was true.
This guy didn’t mention Prozac. Liang An had already asked Mo Yunwan that Prozac could increase the concentration of amitriptyline in the blood. With this drug, it is easier to achieve an "overdose" effect.
"What exactly is the problem? Although amitriptyline has side effects, there should be no problem if taken under normal circumstances." Tong Hongguang's voice sounded like he was genuinely confused and a little worried.
Liang An stood at the doorway downstairs of the apartment building and looked up. Go up this place and you will basically be noticed by Tong Hongguang after passing the corner of the stairs. He originally thought that someone might come down now that Ma Jun was gone, but Tong Hongguang didn't.
So Liang An quietly opened the door, again.
"An overdose of drugs." Liang An's voice was low, "You should know what will happen."
The voice on the phone stopped, and there were only a few rapid breathing sounds. The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be emotionally unstable.
Going up again, Liang An saw Tong Hongguang at the corner of the stairwell.
The phone was suddenly disconnected, leaving a busy tone.
Under the small ventilation window in the stairwell, he sat in the corner with his legs curled up, huddled in a ball.
His expression was no longer as calm as when he was waiting for someone. One of his hands was holding his mobile phone, and the other hand was holding his face, gritting his teeth, and his body was shaking, as if he was about to reach the limit of enduring something. Emotions.
Although he had suspicions for a long time, Liang An was finally convinced at this moment that the matter had nothing to do with him.
Ma Jun himself does not have a medical background. Whether it is for him or his relatives, the drugs that caused him to be admitted to the hospital are not likely to be his first choice for suicide.
It is said that medicine is three-thirds poisonous, but the exact amount of medicine that will cause death is unknown. He has thousands of more familiar methods to help him die quickly, but why would he choose this?
Someone give me some advice.
At this time, Tong Hongguang also noticed something strange nearby. He stood up.
"who?"
"It's a bit presumptuous, but it is indeed a coincidence and fate. I happened to be sent here to investigate Ma Jun's residence. You know, the police also want to solve the case as soon as possible and investigate whether there is any evidence in Ma Jun's home. I just talked to him The person you are talking to, my surname is Liang, and you know what I just mentioned." Liang An squinted his eyes, but remained calm, seeming to be honest and without any guilt.
"...Officer Liang." Tong Hongguang was indeed startled, but he quickly recovered and pretended to be calm. Only his fingers were holding the phone behind his back and shaking slightly, "I'm sorry, I may have been a little anxious and didn't explain it clearly to you. I originally made an appointment with Ma Jun...Mr. Ma for a follow-up visit today, but I didn’t know that he was not here at first.”
"Follow-up visit." Liang An spelled out the word clearly, his wide eyes filled with genuine doubts, as if he was really just raising his first doubts, "But didn't you just say that you were free?"
Tong Hongguang's eyes were a little wandering, but he soon stopped evading, "This is also the first time for me to encounter this kind of situation... I'm a little anxious. I'm sorry. Mr. Ma Jun and I know each other well and can be regarded as friends. I thought if I could give priority By cooperating with the police, he probably won't think I'm too rude.
Ma Jun is a very nice and easy-going person, but he is not sociable. Even if I am not a friend, I hope he will be fine in the end. Good things come to good people... Sorry, I may have felt a little too much, I hope I didn't waste your time. "
He was always apologetic, but he was a very polite person, even a little too polite.
Liang An couldn't help but think of this person who had the experience of studying abroad, which was in line with the Chinese people's habit of saying "sorry" every time. He was probably influenced by this.
"That's right." Liang An seemed to suddenly realize it and nodded, "Doctor Tong, why did the phone suddenly hang up just now? Is it out of battery?"
"The phone is an old model and has poor quality control. I often restart it by myself from time to time." Tong Hongguang smiled awkwardly, "It's always like this. I'm used to it. I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to malfunction at this moment. I was about to put it away. I'll open it and call you later. Fortunately, police officer, you are here and it shouldn't delay your work."
"Then do you have anything to add?"
"Yes." Tong Hongguang lowered his head slightly, his voice was steady, but his tone was a little helpless, "After much thought, I can't think of any reason why Ma Jun would commit suicide. But after thinking about it carefully, I think his accident may have something to do with me. Yes. I'm sorry for my dereliction of duty. Because I realized this, my mood just... got a little out of control for a moment."
"is that so?"
"It's quite funny... Although it caused such serious consequences, it was actually an unintentional act." Tong Hongguang's tone was quite sincere, with a hint of regret in his tone, and his movements did not reveal any flaws. He was completely An expression of frustration and self-blame.
"As I said just now, Ma Jun and I are friends. Although our relationship is between a doctor and a patient, we often chat and joke. He doesn't like taking medicine very much, and his memory is not good. When I ask him, he often says that he has missed something again. I had a headache after not eating for several times, and I have been paying close attention to this problem.
When I was on a business trip, I had a phone call with him. Because he was struggling with his illness for a long time and was in a irritable mood, I told him jokes and comforted him by saying that if he took more medicine, his illness might be cured. faster.
Maybe he really took his words seriously, and I didn't explain them clearly clearly. Of course, mental illness also affected some judgments at certain times, and he was really impulsive because he wanted to cure himself too much - he always wanted to get better quickly, but I was negligent and believed in him too much. His rationality sometimes overlooks that he is still a patient with mental problems. "
Liang An narrowed his eyes.
"This matter is indeed most likely my responsibility. I am also very worried about Ma Jun's situation, so officer, if you can, please take me back to the police station.
I am willing to cooperate with all investigations. Even if the accident may not be my responsibility, if Ma Jun can wake up, I can figure out the situation as soon as possible.
If I can't figure out what's going on, my guilt won't allow me to do other work. "He said it very sincerely, and his expression was also very sincere.
It is indeed rare to see a criminal suspect who does not reveal any real flaws, but instead talks to himself about wanting to send himself to the police station, and even sets himself a "highly likely" responsibility in front of the criminal police detachment leader. .
Of course, these words have reached this point, and Liang An really has no reason to rebel against his proposal.
So after Liang Ganshan pretended to investigate Ma Jun's apartment again, Tong Hongguang sat in the passenger seat of the car.
"Doctor Tong, wait a moment, I have to deal with something else."
Since Dr. Tong came to Dr. Tong's door on his own, Liang An had no interest in being restrained by treating him as a criminal suspect when something unexpected happened. He only felt an unsatisfactory irritation for no reason.
He directly left Dr. Tong in the car, closed the door, and walked out for a distance.
"So, did you hear anything?"
Liang An leaned in the corner of the apartment building parking lot and said to another mobile phone that was always on.
"It's your problem. He should have known for a long time. Ma Jun is not dead and will not die. He may even be awake."
Liang An was thoughtful, and seemed to have calmed down a little from the bad mood caused by being led around.
"With Ma Jun's age, physical condition and the cause of the poisoning, even if something happened on the first night, if he was still alive at this time the next day, it would be impossible for him to be rescued... Well, that would be the case."
As if he felt it wasn't complete enough, the person on the other side of the phone hesitated for a moment and then added something a bit evasive.
"Okay." If you want to die, you should die early, right?
Liang An was speechless.
But the doctor did not show any awareness of the lie, nor did he expose it. He just insisted on claiming the crime himself.
"It's because you talk too much."
The person on the other side of the phone was still correcting him, and his words were a little bit reproachful.
But the tone was very calm, as if he was just describing an ordinary thing, such as what he had eaten today, or just chatting.
Liang An hesitated for two seconds, then put down the phone - but didn't hang up. After taking another look, he put it upside down in his breast pocket again.
So, what now?
