Detective from the future

Chapter 424 Pity the world's parents heart
"Officer Han, did you make a mistake, what do you want from me?"

"What's your relationship with Zhao Xiaoshan?"

Chen Xia snorted, "What relationship do we have, I only met him once, and my daughter brought him here."

"Do you two have any contact in private?" Han Bin asked.

Chen Xia glanced at her daughter, swallowed, "No."

Han Bin likes this kind of people who talk nonsense with open eyes the most. With the evidence in hand, who do you arrest?

"Come on, follow us to the police station."

Ning Yuerong showed a surprised look: "Officer Han, what happened to my mother, why did you take her away?"

"Chen Xia, did you say it yourself, or did I say it?"

Chen Xia's face was a bit ugly, she took a deep breath, "Rongrong, you go to the room for a while, I'll tell them something."

"Mom, tell me. I'm not an outsider. Could it be that you still have something to hide from me?"

"There is nothing to hide from you. It's just that Officer Han wants to take notes for me. It's inappropriate for you to be there."

"What's your relationship with Xiaoshan's case?"

"It doesn't matter. Officer Han made a mistake. I just need to explain it clearly to them." Chen Xia pushed her daughter's arm and led her into the bedroom.

"Huh..." Chen Xia let out a long breath: "Officer Han, you really misunderstood, I have nothing to do with Zhao Xiaoshan's disappearance."

"Don't rush to clear yourself up. If there is no evidence, we will not come to you. You are also a public official. You should know what it means to be frank and lenient while resisting strictness. This time we came to your house to understand the situation. left room."

"After thinking about it, we will assist the police in the investigation, and we will take care of you within the scope of the policy. If you lie or conceal the case, the place where we will talk next time will definitely not be at your home."

"Don't scare me. I didn't do anything wrong. You can't arrest me and go to the police station." Chen Xia crossed her arms and snorted.

"You're right. Without enough evidence, we won't arrest you and go to the police station. We'll go to your workplace to find out the situation first, and try our best to clear you up," Han Bin said.

"Huh..." Chen Xia let out another long breath, and pounded her chest: "Just say it, I've wanted to talk to someone for a long time, and I'm about to vomit to death."

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue: "What do you want to ask?"

Han Bin opened his notebook and said calmly, "This is not a police station, so there's no need to be so nervous. Tell yourself and see if it's consistent with what we know."

Chen Xia showed a look of reminiscence: "Let's start from the day Zhao Xiaoshan came to our house. It was the first time I met him. I had a good impression when we first met. The young man is very polite, 1.8 meters tall, and very good-looking. Handsome, the key is that my daughter likes him."

"I remember that he was sitting in the position of Police Officer Han. I asked him what kind of job he did. He said he was a writer. I was quite curious and asked him what books he had written and which publishing house published them. He said he was Internet writer."

"I surf the Internet, and I know what Internet writers mean. This job is not very reliable. There is no five insurances and one housing fund, no holidays, and the income is not stable. Even if you can support yourself now, what will you do when you get old? You don't even have a pension. No, to put it bluntly, it’s not a serious job at all.”

"I admit, I am a little concerned about face, but which unit is not like this, isn't that what we talk about at our age, whose son was admitted to a prestigious university, whose daughter married a good family, whose son-in-law made a good career , capable."

"For my daughter's sake, I didn't say anything at the time, and we couldn't do anything."

"I have a few sisters who have a good relationship. Before they knew that Rongrong's boyfriend was coming, they asked me how I was?"

"I just sent them the photo. The young man was really good-looking. After they saw it, they all praised him. Later, a sister told me that she knew Zhao Xiaoshan and asked me if I knew Zhao Xiaoshan. Work."

"I said yes, Internet writer."

"Do you know what that sister said?"

Chen Xia snorted and snorted coldly: "Zhao Xiaoshan is lying, he lied to Rong Rong, he is not an internet writer at all, he works as a beautician in a club."

"What's the matter with the beautician? Don't you also rely on your own hands to eat, and earn a lot." Zhao Ming said.

"No one's money comes from the wind. Why does he earn so much money? You police really don't understand. My sister said that this Zhao Xiaoshan had a good relationship with a client before, and that client gave him a BMW. Could this be a normal relationship, didn't he treat my daughter as a fool."

Han Bin tentatively said: "So you find someone to kill him."

"Don't scare me, I don't have the guts to kill people, I still want to live my life honestly, watch my daughter get married and have a baby, and help her hold the baby in the future." After Chen Xia finished speaking, she was silent for a moment:
"I contacted him, and I told him to leave Rongrong, but he refused. He said that he really loves Rongrong, and asked me to give him a chance. He will prove that he is capable of taking care of Rongrong."

"I could see that Rongrong really liked this kid, so I didn't dare to tell Rongrong, for fear that she would not be able to accept the harm. I wanted to solve this problem by myself, so I asked my sister to discuss it. It also has something to do with it, so I found someone to teach Zhao Xiaoshan a lesson and let him leave Rongrong."

"During the Chinese New Year, I grounded Rong Rong. Who knows, Zhao Xiaoshan continued to contact Rong Rong. I am also a little worried, whether he will hold a grudge against Rong Rong."

"In the end, Zhao Xiaoshan didn't mention this matter, but continued to beg me to give him a chance. He said that he would work hard to find a decent job and marry Rongrong in a good manner."

"I didn't agree. Later, when you called Rongrong, I found out that he was missing."

"When was the last time you contacted him?"

"The day before he disappeared."

"Where were you on January 1?"

"At home, I haven't gone out at all. His disappearance really has nothing to do with me. I don't need to do that. At worst, if I tell Zhao Xiaoshan about being a beautician, Rongrong will leave him."

"How many times have you met Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"Just that one time."

"Have you ever been in his car?"

"No."

"We're going to take your fingerprints and DNA."

"Whatever." Chen Xia said indifferently.

While Zhao Ming was collecting fingerprints, Han Bin continued to ask, "What's your sister's name, and what's her phone number?"

Chen Xia frowned: "Officer Han, this has nothing to do with my sister, she is also kind."

"Whether it matters or not is not up to you. We have to verify whether what you said is true or false."

"Wang Yanru, phone number 135421XXXX"

"Where does her family live?"

"Xinbai Community, Room 7, Building 1101."

"We will ask Wang Yanru for verification. If you still have something to hide, you'd better speak up quickly, so as not to cause trouble for everyone."

Chen Xia waved her hand: "No more, really no more."

Han Bin has been observing Chen Xia and found that she has no obvious signs of lying. In addition, her explanation makes sense, and there is no evidence that she is directly related to Zhao Xiaoshan's disappearance.

Chen Xia's suspicion can be ruled out for the time being.

After Han Bin and others left, Chen Xia sat on the sofa weakly, not knowing how to face her daughter in the room.

"Crack..." The door opened, and Ning Yuerong came out of the room, her eyes were red, and there were tears on her face, obviously she had just cried.

"Mom, why didn't you say it earlier!" Ning Yuerong ran over, hugged her mother, and cried loudly.

"You've just……"

Chen Xia sighed, patted her daughter on the back, and comforted her: "Everything will pass, it will."

Ning Yuerong's heart is very complicated, she has heard the general idea of ​​the matter, but she doesn't know how to face all this...

The other side of the Pacific Ocean.

America, Cattle, ca.

Seakel Street.

There is a Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street, with couplets and red lanterns hanging, it looks very festive.

The Chinese restaurant has an area of ​​about [-] square meters. There are round tables for eight people and square tables for four people. It is antique and very chic. The waiters are all Chinese.

At this time, it was already night, and there were still a few tables of guests in the restaurant.

There are Chinese, white and black people, and it looks very lively.

"Crack..." There was a knock at the door, and a man in his 30s walked into the shop, wearing a black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses.

The waiter at the counter raised his head and asked habitually, "Sir, would you like something to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, the waiter showed a happy expression: "Brother Liao, you are back."

"Yes, I just came back yesterday." Brother Liao took off his glasses and wiped them carefully.

"You've gone long enough this time."

"I went back to China and stayed in France for a while. There was a food festival there, and it was quite lively."

"I really envy you, you can run around the world."

"Hehe." Brother Liao smiled and asked, "Xiao Lei, how is the business in the store recently?"

"Very good. The turnover has been good during this time. I'll get you the financial statement later."

"Don't worry, let's talk about it tomorrow." Brother Liao is the owner of this restaurant.

"Okay." Xiaolei responded, and handed Liao a menu: "What do you want to eat, I'll tell the back chef."

Brother Liao didn't even look at the menu, and said directly, "Laoya soup, shredded tripe in red oil, and another serving of burning noodles."

Although he travels all over the world, his favorite is Chinese food.

At this moment, there was a noise from the right side of the restaurant.

There were two black foreigners sitting at a table for four, and there were several plates of leftovers on the table, such as Kung Pao Chicken, sweet and sour noodles, mapo tofu, spring rolls, and noodles with fried sauce.

The dishes on the plate were eaten seven to eighty-eight and there was not much left.

After finishing their meal, the two foreigners wiped their mouths, stood up and went outside.

The two foreigners walked, talked, and swayed rhythmically, very calmly.

When the two reached the door, a waitress chased after her and said in English, "Gentlemen, please excuse me."

The foreigner shrugged his shoulders: "What?"

The waitress smiled: "Sir, did you forget to check out?"

(End of this chapter)