When he found the box of rose watches, Xia Lingge was making a cup of honey grapefruit water. The food on the table had already been eaten, and there was nothing left. The TV was on in the living room, and the evening news was playing. The host's clear and pure voice did not liven up the atmosphere in the room, but instead made it more depressing.
The unknown glass bottle shook back and forth, causing the liquid inside to tilt.
Father Xia looked at her and his daughter sitting on the sofa holding honey water and potato chips.
"I need an explanation."
His voice was hoarse, like an old, broken electrical appliance.
Xia Lingge chewed potato chips and glanced lightly: "It's not mine."
Father Xia still looked at her: "There's more..."
"What else?" Xia Lingge raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.
There was no panic or nervousness. She was like frost crossing the surface of a lake when things suddenly appeared in her home, melting away without even a ripple.
"Why didn't you react at all?" Father Xia couldn't explain how he felt. He was exhausted from working hard all day to solve the Linhai 715 sudden death case. There was no progress or discovery, and the only thing these days was What can be called a breakthrough was just a phone call in the morning.
The suspect turned out to be his own biological daughter.
Xia's father really wanted to use his years of experience in handling cases to find out what Xia Lingge's emotions as an 'unknowing ordinary person' should be, but she was too calm, as calm as if even if a loaded pistol was pressed against her head, she would be stunned. He didn't seem to blink an eye.
"Do you know what this means?" Xia's father was still staring at Xia Lingge. At this time, the evening news had reached its climax and was talking about the sudden death of three victims in his home this afternoon, asking the general public to take care of themselves. Don't overwork yourself etc.
Xia Lingge sighed softly: "Now I know, you are busy with the case."
"So why don't you have any emotions at all?!" Xia's father took the potato chips from Xia Lingge and threw them aside. He stared at her with wide eyes, angry, confused, confused, and painful... Xia Lingge I was surprised that I could understand the meaning in his eyes, but then I was confused.
mood? What emotions?
It's nothing more than finding a box of rose watches from under her bed, and these rose watches are very likely to make her a suspect in a certain case. What else can it do?
What emotions does she need to feel?
Her confusion and plainness were not concealed at all, and she even felt there was no need to conceal them.
Xia's father looked at the box of rose watches in front of him and his daughter who still didn't care. His heart hurt like needles, but he understood his identity and the purpose of 'going home' this time. No matter how reluctant he was to part with it, no matter how much he wanted to He made excuses for her, but in the end he could only sigh heavily: "Lingge, come with me."
…
Bright lights shone in front of her eyes, and the airtight walls added a touch of gloom to the atmosphere. Her wrists were locked with iron chains. In front of her were two spaces separated by iron railings. Sitting opposite were two policemen, one of whom she knew. Her father's apprentice, Officer Xiao Zhang, and the other person in charge of taking notes should be the police officer who gave her directions last time.
"Hello, Ling Ge."
Compared to Xia Lingge's calmness, Officer Xiao Zhang seemed a little more embarrassed and nervous: "I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a situation, but don't be nervous. We know you are innocent. We are just asking a few questions as usual. You can go home after that." (End of chapter)
