"Congratulations on escaping death."
Xue Chen raised his head and met Fu Yuxiao's unclear eyes as he walked from the door.
She had just taken off the sunglasses that concealed her appearance, and she was dressed as fashionably and appropriately as ever. She wore a pale pink lace skirt and nude makeup that was just right and very eye-catching.
But the most dazzling thing was the large bouquet of pink flowers she was holding in her hands.
Seeing the appearance and type of the bouquet, Xue Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"This is a carnation." He reminded her.
Although he doesn't think this person doesn't know the meaning of this kind of flower, the most important thing is to match it with what day it is, which is a bit intriguing.
"I know." Fu Yuxiao didn't take it seriously, "Didn't we have some discounts during the holidays recently? I didn't remember it until I got downstairs and found that they were sold at the door. Isn't this a coincidence?"
"If you are visiting a doctor, you may be a little late." Xue Chen found a possible explanation for her, put down the documents in his hands and replied seriously, "It has been almost three months since I was discharged from the hospital."
There were no injuries to begin with. He was just kept in the hospital for observation for one night and then went to the police station to make a record the next day.
There was no chance for anyone to visit, except this woman who was nearly three months late.
"It's better to come early than to come by chance." Fu Yuxiao shook his head, seeming to disagree with his rigid thinking, "I've had enough of worrying about a few things every day for fear of being retaliated by an angry guy."
"I am not a mafia organization," Xue Chen smiled slightly, "There is no need to say it in such a scary way, and it is best... no need to use honorifics."
He eventually changed his tune midway.
"It's your brother's matter, and I'm here to complain." Fu Yuxiao narrated sincerely, "I, after thinking about it carefully for a while, I thought that what I committed was not a capital crime. If you are satisfied with what I have to say this time. , please take care of it, just say something, just one sentence."
"what do you want to say?"
Fu Yuxiao sighed and sat on the chair opposite Xue Chen's desk without noticing anything. The beautiful bouquet was just thrown aside by her carelessly on the table.
"Someone pointed out that if I give you my handle, you will not care about the handle being in my hands."
"It doesn't sound very reasonable." Xue Chen raised his eyes and seemed to be a little interested, "But I also said that I prefer to solve this matter completely. It is not a pity even if I suffer a loss."
"Although the promise is not as serious as I thought, I don't seem to have any other choice." Fu Yuxiao went straight to the point, "This person is Ren Yi. The first time I met him was in high school, in the women's bathroom. inside."
"...What should I say." Xue Chen turned a page and paused.
Do you think it is worthy of him?
"Actually, it can't be said that it was his fault," Fu Yuxiao did not agree with this point. "After all, if I insist on saying it, it is not his problem. At that time, I had a classmate who I didn't have a good relationship with. The matter was simple. She died. ”
"Where did he die?" Xue Chen had never seen such a spoiler-filled beginning, and he tried to keep up with her jumping thoughts with subsequent words.
It has to be said that Fu Yuxiao and Ren Yineng do have commonalities in thinking after being together for such a long time.
"I'm not actually a murderer, but I can't explain the matter clearly. I don't remember whether I provoked her first or she provoked me first, so we had a fight." Fu Yuxiao let herself go on the office chair She turned around and looked at the brightly lit windows of the office, "A clichéd plot, I never thought it would happen to me before. She had a heart attack and died. At this time, the guy named Ren appeared."
"You still haven't told me why he appeared in... the women's restroom." Xue Chen still couldn't understand, and even re-described it with added detail.
"Who knows? I even doubted whether he was standing at the door from the beginning, and then suddenly appeared after an accident." Fu Yuxiao shrugged, "In short, the final conclusion is that the man committed suicide by jumping off the building, no matter whether it was a parent Or the school has reached an agreement. Even the original bathroom was not traced to the real one, and I don’t know how he did it.”
"He left you his contact information and then asked you to leave directly?" Xue Chen made his own guess.
Fu Yuxiao was a little stunned, looking at the clouds outside the window in a daze. He reacted and wanted to reply before turning back: "No, he didn't say anything to me. It was when I was confused and didn't know what to do, and suddenly I found that I suddenly had nothing to do with the case, so I approached him."
Hearing this, Xue Chen was also stunned.
Fu Yuxiao is also not an ordinary girl, neither before nor now.
Even though he has the instinctive fear of death that ordinary people have and the awareness that getting into trouble is inevitable, he is extremely bold on this basis.
"I'm also curious." Fu Yuxiao smoothed his scattered hair, "I want to know what kind of guy this is... and why he does this."
This is not ordinary courage. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would not even think about it. He would only try his best to avoid making special moves in the storm in fear.
After Fu Yuxiao left, Xue Chen did not pick up the documents he put on the table again, nor did he deal with the few bouquets that had been scattered due to improper placement.
He sat at the table, half lying on the office chair, closing his eyes and thinking.
"elder brother."
A familiar voice sounded from another corner of the room.
Xue Chen didn't answer, and still closed his eyes, without any surprise.
He finally stood up and met the eyes of Chen Zerui, who looked a little confused.
"This shows what?"
Chen Zerui was still a little sluggish, as if he didn't understand the purpose of making so many complicated preparations.
Xue Chen glanced at him, picked up a pen, and turned it half around in his hand.
"What she gave us was not her handle, but that person's handle."
He walked to the door, glanced at the empty corridor, and then returned alone.
"He died of a heart attack, but the conclusion was suicide. The cause and the result are not consistent. Forensic medical appraisals rarely ignore this obvious difference in cause of death. I think she was pretending to be confused. There is only one possibility. It was Ren Yi who killed the person with his own hands, so Fu Yuxiao's suspicion was completely cleared."
"Then why did Renyi have to..." If Chen Zerui had some realization, he still had doubts and continued to ask questions.
The flowers Fu Yuxiao sent were not without reason.
Xue Chen waved his hands helplessly: "How do I know? I'm not a policeman either..."
That person's thoughts have always been elusive.
"But, maybe we can make a deal with this."
Xue Chen put down his pen.
His expression was a little loose, as if he had seen a certain scene in the future, and he was a little solemn for a moment.
Ren Yi's verdict was completed yesterday. No matter how much evidence was finally found or what the result was, everything seemed to have settled at that moment, and the case came to an end...
But that doesn't seem to be the case.
Not all the truth can be fully revealed.
In another corner of the city, a person walked out of the door of a high-end community.
Wearing a white windbreaker, he seemed a little overwhelmed in this season, with the hood covering half of his face, and walked out of the door quickly, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.
Arriving at the gate, the man in a windbreaker raised his head slightly and looked at the car parked on the roadside.
The passenger door opened slowly as his gaze focused, and it seemed that the people in the car had noticed his arrival in due time.
"Get in the car." The person in the car put down his mobile phone and waved to the outside in a familiar manner. The voice came from the window gap left for ventilation.
"Liang An."
The hood of the windbreaker was taken off, but Jiang Qiu did not immediately follow the instructions and get in the car.
"Are you surprised?" Liang An opened the car window, "I thought that in your opinion, I should also have some need to know."
"My car is still nearby."
"Find someone to drive back later." Liang An didn't take it seriously. "Don't all of you rich people like to do this? You hire someone to save time. It's such a luxury..."
He was just halfway through what he said.
"bike."
Now Liang An was completely speechless.
The two of them were walking on the road to the bicycle parking lot, and the cars speeding by on the nearby road kept appearing and disappearing from their field of vision.
Just like passing people by, the opportunity to meet is fleeting.
"Ma Jun's case is still under trial." Jiang Qiu said suddenly.
Liang An nodded: "I know."
"I promised him that no recording equipment was used." Jiang Qiu added.
"I trust your memory."
Jiang Qiu closed his eyes.
"Didn't say much."
There were some simple excuses, but the answers they had been craving.
It doesn't take long either.
Not long ago, he was in a beautifully decorated study room.
The air conditioner is fully turned on. There was no trace of summer in the house at all. Jiang Qiu, who was afraid of the cold, even relied on the windbreaker he wore to cover up, and covered himself even tighter.
Jiang Qiu lowered his eyes and looked at the antiques placed on the mahogany shelves.
Especially the two objects in front of him, he recognized them. One was a golden lacquered wood carving, and the other was a delicate glass vessel. They were both valuable and tasteful.
Behind him, Ma Cheng was still sitting where he was, motionless.
His expression was complicated, and he seemed to be doing some mental construction.
In fact, Jiang Qiu himself was rarely rude like this - he ignored the owner's opinions and inspected the furnishings in the house, which was a sign of overstepping the mark.
But he also knows that this will not cause Ma Cheng to have any fierce objections.
Not only because there is no time to take care of it, but also because this young guest represents a special status at the moment.
"Ma Jun killed someone a long time ago." Ma Cheng finally said, "But he was not in a normal state at that time. At the same time, that person definitely met the conditions of 'death deserves'."
Jiang Qiu turned around, but before he could answer, Ma Cheng continued his statement.
"That man has committed an unforgivable crime, I can guarantee that. I disposed of the body and completed all the aftermath. Before the child voluntarily surrendered - now that I think about it, maybe it was my persistence that made him die. No matter how wrong I am, no matter how I summarize it... it is still my responsibility."
Jiang Qiu knew who he was guaranteeing, and also knew the vague fear he felt.
This calm middle-aged man never showed such a tense state even in front of his son's ward. It's enough to show that... that person's status has not changed.
"You mean, like 'Dawn'?"
He walked to the opposite side of Ma Cheng, sat down slowly, and made a vague hint.
Ma Cheng met his gaze and hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he would use this example as a metaphor.
But in the end he nodded.
"I can take responsibility." Ma Cheng's expression seemed a little intolerable, "but I can't accept letting that child pay too much for my momentary vanity. Likewise, telling all the truth, including what the sinner did, I can't do it either. This is a promise I made and I will never break it until my death. I'm sorry."
"He will make his own judgment." Jiang Qiu looked away, "If you don't want to say more, I can't ask further questions."
He also used honorifics to represent the change in status.
Jiang Qiu now is just an ordinary guest.
Ma Cheng looked at him with an inquiring expression: "If I may offend, you are really similar to that person."
After the memory ended, Jiang Qiu raised his head and looked at the man who helped move the bicycle into the trunk of the car.
"Allow me to be offended, but I actually think you are very similar to that person."
Liang An, who has always been good at helping others, moved the call at his fingertips, and at the same time said this with a sincere expression.
"If this were really the case, our cooperation would not happen." Jiang Qiu said a little stiffly, as if he didn't agree.
"'Like' and 'is' are two different things." Liang An closed the trunk of the car and patted the dust on his hands with a calm expression, "Our cooperation is not so emotionally involved. Now we can have a good conversation. It’s a miracle—that’s exactly what you thought, right?”
Jiang Qiu was noncommittal.
Because they do have more to do.
