In just a moment, Tang Sen instantly understood why he suddenly lost control of his facial expressions.
His face looked so bad.
The things that Shang Ninglang hated most in his life were probably this kind of thing.
There are some things that others only dream of getting, but those who get them throw them away like worn shoes.
Just like him, he is rich, powerful and capable, but lacks a good body.
Tang Sen may feel filled with emotion when he meets someone who doesn't value life so much, but he knows that this is everyone else's choice.
But his brother was not just sentimental about this, he must have also combined it with many personal emotions.
So much so that his mind was not clear at this time.
Tang Sen coughed lightly and changed the subject.
In case it comes into contact with someone who will be blackened by a specific incident and generate a lot of negative emotions.
"Someone fell down in your building, and the house price is bound to fall, Ning Lang. Are you sure it's not what I think of?"
Shang Ninglang pushed up his glasses, as if he had thought of something, and sneered, "So what? It's just a small trick."
Looking at someone who seemed to be emotionally unstable and began to breathe rapidly, Tang Sen swallowed and couldn't help but remind him aloud.
"Stabilize your mood, Ning Lang."
Hearing this, Shang Ninglang frowned and couldn't help but put his hand on his chest, slowly calming down.
"I'm fine."
Seeing that his tone was normal, Tang Sen couldn't help but feel relieved, and then started a drama in his mind.
That TV series is full of various tricks and tactics, and its labels include business wars, big family property disputes, etc.
Immediately, he asked enthusiastically, "Since you said that the fall was a suspected suicide, but I saw on TV that the police station has taken away the witness and suspect, what do you say? You don't want to..."
Shang Ninglang looked at Tang Sen amusedly, and said in a calm tone: "No, whether it's jumping from a building or murder, let the police handle it on their own. Assistant Yu called the Yuan Bureau and they will be under strict supervision and investigate more carefully. .”
The current conversation between the two seemed to show no concern for human life and only concerned about interests.
Pure capitalist thinking mode.
In fact, Tang Sen is still not used to this kind of chatting method. In the past, Shang Ninglang would not talk to him about these things.
Now, they are avoiding sensitive topics, consciously or unconsciously.
Tang Sen changed his mind, gave a thumbs up, and spoke for someone at the right time.
"Assistant Yu is still capable! Let's not be too harsh."
Shang Ninglang raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully: "Am I treating him badly? His salary is more than double that of your assistant."
Tang Sen pursed his lips unnaturally and raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Then I don't...do nothing? So he just follows me and plays all day long."
Shang Ninglang smiled slightly and glanced at the raised button on the bedside without leaving any trace.
Just when he was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
When Tang Sen saw the visitor, he smiled brightly and said, "Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here soon."
Shang Ninglang pushed up his glasses and said to Tang Sen, "I'll have a chat with him."
As soon as the assistant came in, Tang Sen stood up quite consciously.
"Okay, you guys chat. I'll come find you again tonight."
Hearing this, Shang Ninglang held his forehead as if he had a headache, causing Tang Sen to roll his eyes at him.
However, Shang Ninglang didn't care at all and just replied: "Forget it tonight, we will see you tomorrow."
Tang Sen heard the reply that was like a guest, and he snorted softly before going out to express his dissatisfaction.
After Tang Sen went out, Shang Ninglang kept coughing for a long time and raised his hand to ring the call bell.
Looking at this scene, Assistant Yu, who was holding the information, was worried, but he only received a calm reply from his boss.
"After the report, you can put down the information and go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor knocked on the door and entered the ward.
The doctor on call seemed very familiar and acted like a transparent person, standing aside and operating without saying a word.
For a moment, the only sounds in the ward were the assistant Yu's report and the slight sound the doctor made accidentally during the operation.
Shang Ninglang glanced at the doctor lightly. After the doctor nodded and apologized, he turned back to the information in his hand.
Coughs escaped from his lips from time to time. In addition to Assistant Yu briefly summarizing the information content, he was also accompanied by his own particularly heavy breathing.
"Xin Zhixia, before committing suicide, sold all the assets in her name and left a notarized will. The way to deal with the inheritance was charitable donations. As for the summary of eyewitness information, the current information is somewhat incomplete. Details will be sent in ten minutes. . This person has a high background and education, and the possibility of being bribed to murder others is extremely low."
After a brief summary, his boss didn't need to worry too much about these minutiae.
After Assistant Yu finished his report, he hesitated to say one more sentence.
"It's almost certain to be a suicide case. Can the police station..."
Shang Ninglang nodded in agreement, his eyes focused on Ms. Xin's information.
"Well, just follow the normal procedure."
After sending assistant Yu away, Shang Ninglang still stared at the content of the document.
After reading it at a glance, I can conclude that Ms. Xin's resume is not bad, and she can even be said to be very good.
The photo on the paper is a one-inch photo taken from the graduation certificate.
The girl was stern and her eyes were extremely cold.
Shang Ninglang was in a daze for a moment, and then compared her life experience, she felt that there were traces to follow in making such a choice.
He closed the document and put it aside, sighing secretly, causing a cough to gradually arise.
His attention was diverted, causing him to fail to notice anything unusual about the people around him.
Following the familiar procedure, Shang Ninglang lay on the bed and stretched out the back of his hand full of pinholes to be manipulated by the doctor.
Before slowly losing consciousness, he vaguely heard the ringtone of his cell phone ringing non-stop.
The voice was urgent, as if trying to wake up the sleeping person.
Or maybe it's like trying to pull people back from the hands of death.
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Police interrogation room.
Sitting opposite the two policemen was a man in a suit and leather shoes.
At this time, he was lowering his eyes and looking at his slightly clenched hands.
His posture was leisurely and his face was calm. Only the lenses of his glasses were slightly shiny, hiding his particularly fluctuating eyes.
The policeman opposite seemed to have gotten some information, his expression became relaxed, and his control no longer became strict.
The man raised his eyes with burning eyes.
The same request was made to the police for a third time.
"Can I make a call now?"
After receiving the consent, the man took the phone, his hands trembling slightly.
Follow the contents in memory and dial the mobile phone number that has been memorized countless times.
"Dududu..."
The voice of hope did not come.
After being unable to get through for a long time, the man's eyes were filled with despair.
