Li Jincai, who had been silent all this time, immediately grabbed Fu Bao and said, "The old guy is already confused, and he even had a stroke. If you have anything to ask, just take a look."
Don't make it too obvious if you have something going on in your heart, okay...
Fu Bao frowned and shook off Li Jincai, with a sneer on his lips. The reason why he wanted to take this case was that he knew there was a problem. Now that the truth was at his fingertips, no one could stop him from getting pleasure from it.
Finding truths that have been overlooked or buried is what made him a detective.
"Listen to my question. First, the police have concluded that you were driving while fatigued and caused the car accident. Why do your daughter and son-in-law want to reverse the case? Is it for their poor mother or for tens of millions of compensation?"
Du Qiang has worked hard for decades and accumulated a fortune, totaling tens of millions. If it is determined that Du Qiang committed intentional murder, then Du Yuejuan and the others plan to ask Du Qiang to compensate Du Qiang for all the money he has saved throughout his life. To the immediate family members of the deceased, namely Du Yuejuan and Li Jincai.
Du Yuejuan was already sweating on her forehead, while Li Jincai laughed dryly, but his smile was twisted.
"Second, what caused you to have a stroke? Was it because you were overly sad about killing your ex-wife, or was it because someone pushed you downstairs that night? If you want to talk about deliberate murder, this is it."
After Fu Bao finished speaking, he was satisfied to see Du Yuejuan's panicked expression. She even wanted to scream something, but Li Jincai immediately took her hand and squeezed it hard to stop her from losing her composure.
Fu Bao's sneer became more and more cruel. The file Yang Jian gave him said that Du Qiang fell down the stairs because of a stroke, but the police did not investigate carefully.
The biggest difference between falling down the stairs after a stroke and having a stroke after falling down the stairs is whether Du Qiang will protect himself in the process and how serious the injuries caused.
Although Du Qiang suffered a stroke a month ago, it can still be seen that Du Qiang's trauma was not serious. He was still able to protect his head when he fell downstairs, resulting in obvious scars on his arms, but on his head. But nothing happened.
Of course, Du Qiang may have slipped and fell down the stairs on his own. What is questionable is the statement made by Li Jincai and his wife at the time. They said that Du Qiang suddenly fell straight down the stairs. This suspicion made him think that he should go to the hospital. Combined with the current reactions of Du Yuejuan and Li Jincai, the truth gradually emerged.
"Perhaps you think that after my investigation and giving a random result, the court can re-examine the case, hire a better lawyer, and get a large amount of compensation. I'm sorry, the reason why my investigation results can be The police approved it because I have always been able to see the truth." Fu Bao's expression became stern at this moment, "Do you understand?"
Du Yuejuan and Li Jincai suddenly turned pale. Only then did they realize that the detective in front of them had a nickname-Hell Detective.
Seeing them struggling and fearful, Fu Bao couldn't help but sneer in his heart. When Du Qiang's accident happened, the police didn't do much investigation because it was not a criminal case. But if there was a senior police officer like Yang Jian, he could tell the incident at a glance. The strange thing is that they actually think that they can deceive the police and the court. It is simply fantastic.
Fu Bao was silent for a while, admiring the expressions of the couple, and deliberately deepened their fear, "I'm going to the bathroom. How the case will proceed depends on what you two want. After all, you are the client."
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The empty hospital was quiet. There were a few fluorescent lamps in the corridor, whether they were deliberately turned off or broken. There seemed to be no other patients except Du Qiang on the entire fourth floor. The hospital was indeed poorly run and was struggling to survive.
Fu Bao went to the toilet and washed his face. Because the yin energy in his body was too strong, he was restricted from doing many things and could not live like ordinary people. A stronger electronic message wave would make him feel like the world was shattering. This was because he did not come into contact with certain things. electronics reasons.
So he wanted to live for his hobbies, so he became a detective, finding out the hidden truth and making money at the same time. It was really a satisfying job.
"It would be perfect if I could stop being entangled with dirty things so often..." After finishing speaking, Fu Bao's expression suddenly condensed.
At this time, strange fluctuations appeared in the air, like stones thrown on the lake, and ripples spread out layer by layer.
Fu Bao frowned, his whole body tensed up, and he suddenly backed away from the toilet door, leaning against the wall at the end of the toilet.
"Bang..." The door was knocked open, but no one walked in.
The toilet light began to flicker violently, crackle and finally explode entirely.
Darkness enveloped him, and he couldn't see anything, but he felt the cold breath rushing towards him. It was... what?
The emergency lights came on, and the pale green light filled the entire space. Something spread from the front, and the crackling became louder and louder.
Fu Bao jumped forward like an electric shock, and the wall behind him actually seemed to be covered in frost? He squinted his eyes and saw that the wall beside him seemed to be covered with a layer of white.
"Hey-" The door panel of the toilet cubicle facing the toilet door suddenly moved.
what exactly is it?
His heartbeat accelerated, his body instinctively warned, and a drop of cold sweat slipped slightly from his forehead. What he was about to face was...
A blue-white hand slowly clung to the door, followed by a twisted and stiff body, crawled out of the toilet cubicle, and quickly clung to the wall like a gecko. The pale face and the mouth were wide open, revealing a sharp His teeth were closed, his eyes were closed, but he was staring in Fu Bao's direction as if he could see.
Sure enough, he is no ordinary ghost! Fu Bao clung to the wall and quickly looked around. Mops, buckets, and rolls of toilet paper were all things that could not be used as weapons.
"Hiss, hiss..." The evil spirit tilted its head and crawled on stiff limbs, getting closer and closer.
This face seems familiar... This thought flashed through Fu Bao's mind, but what's more important now is to escape.
He retreated to the corner, and the evil ghost crawling like a gecko was approaching. The evil ghost slightly raised its upper body, pointed its wide mouth at Fu Bao, and let out a terrifying roar.
"Hiss..." The evil ghost rushed over suddenly.
A shiver ran through his body like lightning, and Fu Bao ducked quickly.
"Bang!" The evil ghost bit the wall with its wide-open mouth, and a large piece of the wall tile was broken into pieces.
The evil ghost was stunned for a moment, but Fu Bao suddenly pushed up and jumped up. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he ran away. The ghost behind him immediately reacted and chased after him with a roar.
"Tsk, I forgot to put incense sticks on Mother Shui before I went out tonight. I wonder if Mother Shui will bless me..."
"Bang!" As soon as he ran out of the toilet, he bumped into someone. Both of them screamed and fell to the ground.
Fu Bao was knocked dizzy, and the other party also screamed. At this moment, Fu Bao suddenly remembered that there was a fierce ghost behind him, and hurriedly got up. He instinctively grabbed the old cleaner who had been knocked down by him and ran away.
"What are you doing?" The old cleaner shook off his hand.
"There's something behind..." Fu Bao said as he turned around, only to find that the place behind him was empty. Even the extinguished fluorescent lamp had returned to normal, illuminating the white toilet, making it look cold and lifeless.
"Be careful when you walk!" The old cleaner glanced sideways at him, then walked into the toilet, opened the door to the tool room, and started cleaning.
Fu Bao scratched his head, where did that evil ghost go? It couldn't be his imagination.
He followed into the toilet and saw the broken wall in the corner and masonry fragments scattered on the floor.
This is definitely not something humans can do!
But seeing the old cleaner cleaning as if nothing had happened, he felt an uneasy sense of disobedience. This old man must have been too calm. And why did the evil ghost suddenly disappear? Could it be that he was scared away by the old cleaner?
After looking at the old cleaner for a while, he really couldn't see any difference in this old man. He looked away and asked politely, "Excuse me, are there some... unclean things in the hospital?"
"What are you talking about? There is nothing dirty. I was born in this hospital and have worked here for decades. I have never seen anything unclean. Don't talk nonsense!" the old cleaner said in a bad tone.
"Then how do you explain this?" Fu Bao pointed to the gap in the wall.
The old cleaner looked at the wall and was silent for a moment. Under the light, his profile looked old and cold, "There are a few big rats in the hospital." I'm afraid it takes a rat spirit to bite the cement wall... ...He thought it would be better for him to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.
