Chapter 458 Painting

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After the news of Qi Meijuan's death was confirmed, Mr. Zhao suffered a heart attack. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and is now out of danger, but he is still hospitalized for observation.

Even when their inspection department went to take notes for Mr. Zhao, the doctors were reluctant, fearing that if they were halfway done, Mr. Zhao would not be able to breathe, and another life would be wasted.

Mrs. Qi's three best friends, Jiang Huimin, have been sitting in front of their inspection department, refusing to eat or drink.

Mao Aqin looks relatively normal.

She worked as a saleswoman in Xiongxian Department Store and went to work as usual today. However, halfway up the stairs, she rolled down without warning.

Several of her colleagues were shocked, and they could only force her to go home and rest.

Wang Xiaoyu also burst into tears. She and Qi Meijuan were friends who only met five years ago, and they had a very good relationship, but they were not like Jiang Huimin and Mao Aqin, who met when they were teenagers and stayed together for life.

"Mrs. Qi has been secretly helping Jiang Huimin's father pay the medical bills. The Jiang family has not been ruined yet. Most of the credit belongs to Mrs. Qi."

Qi Meijuan is generous and righteous, perhaps because of the warmth of her family since she was a child. She has a particularly sunny personality and can get along well with all kinds of people.

She is the one with the best conditions among all her friends, but all the friends she associates with are from far lower family backgrounds than hers, and getting along with her is like a spring breeze.

"Student Mu, I actually don't quite understand. Anyway, after a real visit and investigation, I know that Mrs. Qi is very good at getting along with others and is by no means someone who easily arouses resentment."

Inspector Li may not be as experienced and sensitive as some of his predecessors. He intuitively knows the reason for the victim's murder the first time he meets the victim, but he is also an experienced inspector who has handled many cases. What kind of person is he? Belonging to a high-risk group, he can see where the danger may come from.

Mu Qingyun was silent.

Inspector Li looked solemn: "Before Mrs. Qi was killed, everyone heard her calling for help. It's not that she couldn't speak."

"If it was an acquaintance who wanted to harm her, why didn't she show her face at all when she called for help? Shouldn't a normal person scold and scold an acquaintance when he encounters an acquaintance?"

Yes, why on earth!

Mu Qingyun suddenly wanted to visit Mrs. Qi's home and want to know what kind of person she was.

Inspector Li's attention was still uncontrollably directed toward the master upstairs.

Mu Qingyun laughed: "Then check him."

She paused, "Isn't it because the Inspection Department wants me to be a consultant just to deal with such a master?"

Inspector Li was immediately startled: "Absolutely not!"

There were a lot of things that were not there in his mind.

Classmate Mu and the unknown master fought in a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, killing the wind and dust, and the sun and the moon without light.

Inspector Li suddenly trembled.

Mu Qingyun's long eyelashes flickered suddenly, but there was a sense of spirit in his heart.

People can't always be lucky enough to meet the right opponent at the right time.

The comfortable life of staying in her comfort zone and avoiding danger all her life should be left to good people who don't have as good conditions as she does.

Mu Qingyun pondered for a moment: "Let's go."

She and Inspector Li turned around and walked through the path shaded by plane trees to Zhao's house.

Mr. Zhao was in the hospital. At this time, the inside and outside of the small villa was deserted.

Mu Qingyun remembered that the lights were always bright here and it was very lively during the day and night.

At this time, the hustle and bustle had passed, and Mu Qingyun paused when he thought of Qi Meijuan who died in the most familiar environment, the warmest and most comfortable home.

In the script, Qi Meijuan was probably just a dispensable passerby. Regarding her death, the heroine only mentioned it to people, saying that someone nearby died mysteriously and it was unsafe to walk at night. So, there was a story about her death with the hero. Full of coincidences and ridiculous encounters.

As for how Qi Meijuan died, no one cared.

The Zhao family said they were Grandma Bai's neighbors, but in fact there was quite a distance between the houses. Looking from the door of Zhao's house towards the small white building, one could only see the high spire of the attic and the glazed lamps flying above.

The whole home is full of ingenuity, and the various small decorations placed in the garden are all repurposed old furniture, tables and chairs.

There is a flower stand at the entrance of the garden, which is actually made of a rusted and broken bicycle frame. Under the vines and blooming autumn chrysanthemums, there are various paintings inlaid in wooden frames.

There are many small animals in the painting, such as the cute little squirrel hiding under the tree, the cat chasing the yarn ball, the puppy lying on the mat basking in the sun, etc. The painting is vivid, wearing different clothes and wearing various hat of.

Mu Qingyun soon discovered that Qi Meijuan liked painting, especially animals, and she was also very good at painting. There were many paintings hanging on the walls of her room, most of which were animals.

After staring for a long time, Mu Qingyun turned around and walked to Qi Meijuan's bed, took away the pillow, and gently pushed it on the head of the bed, revealing a brown paper bag.

Inspector Li:! !

He rushed over: "Classmate Mu, you, you -"

"Farewell to you, it's written."

Mu Qingyun pointed to the painting hanging on the wall.

Inspector Li: "..."

He didn't bother to ask what the mystery was in the painting, so he quickly opened the bag and found that there were many photos inside.

With family and friends, including young Qi Meijuan and old Qi Meijuan.

Mu Qingyun looked at one of the photos and said with a smile: "The photo is really good."

On the left of Qi Meijuan is Jiang Huimin, and on the right is Mao Aqin. The three young girls are all standing neatly, wearing the same clothes and shoes. Except for their facial features, they look like triplets.

The smile is bright, which shows that the relationship is very good.

There was also a notebook and a key in the bag. Li Xunzhang felt like he had found a treasure. When he opened it, he couldn't help but frown.

The notebook is just an ordinary notepad. It contains things like wearing a ruffled shirt on November 5th, pickling sauerkraut in December, etc. She really likes animals, and there is a very cute animal drawn behind the sauerkraut. squirrel.

Mu Qingyun looked at the paintings on the wall, then looked at the notes, and couldn't help but sigh: "Is Mrs. Qi really over fifty this year?"

She is using paintings to record information that she wants to write down and keep in mind.

Unfortunately, she can only talk to living creatures, but the little animals in the painting cannot express what they want to say.

Mu Qingyun could only analyze the meaning of Qi Meijuan's paintings based on the various information collected so far, which only she could understand immediately.

What was recorded in the painting were all things that she did not want to forget in her life.

The little goldfish in the red cloak is Qi Meijuan herself.

The little goldfish in the painting hides a treasure on the moon.

Qi Meijuan's bedside was just a half moon.

"Qi Meijuan's case." Mu Qingyun said softly, "Brother Li, have you seen it?"

Inspector Li nodded, "She is relatively healthy and has a bit of high blood pressure, but it's not serious."

"Where are her parents and family?"

Inspector Li had no choice but to ask someone to ask, but he was dumbfounded when he asked.

Qi Meijuan's father suffered from severe Alzheimer's disease in his later years. In the last few years of his life, he knew no one and could not remember anything.