Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui leaned over, "Brother Qi, you are so powerful, I'm afraid I'll need first aid after being beaten up like this."

Qi Zhong's face was not hesitant, the matter had already been revealed, so it seemed that he was apologetic and hypocritical when he said it this way.

The sparring partner was resting next to him, weakly teasing him: "If every student is as lazy as you, we will be free."

"This is my merit." Glancing at the front desk, two young girls were inquiring about the courses. Fan Dazhi introduced them stiffly, with a blushing blushing looming on his angular face, as if he had forgotten why he was here. In order to catch Yang Qingshui who was hiding.

Qi Zhong wanted to leave: "You first—"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Dazhi waved at them, and the three of them looked at the front desk, and Qi Zhong's face suddenly became tense.

I don't know when there was another person there, a middle-aged woman in her 60s and [-]s, standing quietly waiting, especially eye-catching among the young fighters passing by.

Fan Dazhi waved at him, Qi Zhong passed by, glanced around from the corner of his eye, opened his mouth for a moment, and swallowed the "auntie" that came out: "Mom, why are you here?"

Fang Lu forced a smile, "I have something to ask you, but I can't explain it clearly on the phone. The staff of the tutoring center said that you usually come here to exercise, so I came up. I heard from your colleague that you have been promoted?"

A professor at the research institute cared about the work of the small staff in the tutoring class, which was particularly harsh to Qi Zhong's ears. The corner of his mouth showed an unnatural sourness, and the kind of humbleness that could not lift his head was tightly entangled in his heart again, "Job transfer is nothing Get promoted." Even if he became the boss of the remedial class, he might still be high in the eyes of his wife's natal family.

Fang Lu: "It's always good for your life to return to the normal track."

Qi Zhong was impatient and restrained his temper, "If you have anything to do, why don't you just say it."

Fang Lu paused.Then she told him that Jiang Wei had rented a safe deposit box to store her things before she was alive. The lease expired in the past few days, and she didn't know about it until she received a call from the bank.The two elders thought, since it is a relic of their daughter,

As a son-in-law, Qi Zhong has the right to know and distribute, so he specially came to inform him.

Suspicion flashed between Qi Zhong's brows, "I never heard Jiang Wei say that she put something in it."

Fang Lu said: "Things are worthless, but Weiwei has kept the financial statements of these years, as well as her diary. These things record the details of her life before she was alive. They are more precious than money, don't you think?"

"……Um."

Fang Lu saw that his expression was not good, "Is there something else, would you mind letting us know?"

Qi Zhong shook his head, "Of course not."

The filial piety between the two of them was almost over. Fang Lu saw the detective standing not far away, and nodded slightly to herself.She took a deep breath and forced a smile, "That's good, the bank requires immediate family members to submit a death confirmation to accept it instead. When are you free, let's go up together?"

He didn't expect that there was a safe deposit box. When they arrived at the bank, wouldn't they know that he had spent all of Jiang Wei's savings?Thinking of this, Qi Zhong's throat tightened, he thought for a while, and said, "I don't have time these days, next week."

"Okay...then next week." Guessing that he would give such an answer, she was not without disappointment.Fang Lu endured the turbulent emotions, and agreed with him to pick up the relic next Monday and leave him the bank address.

The boxing gym was still full of noise, Qi Zhong watched the old man leave, and tightly held the piece of paper with the name of the bank written on it.Someone suddenly patted on the shoulder at this moment, and the whole person bounced up in a jerk, the reaction was so great that it attracted the attention of the surroundings.

"What's wrong?" The tone was quite concerned.

Qi Zhong took a breath and turned around, "It's okay." Looking at Yang Qingshui who cared about him, he forced himself to be calm.Xu is sensitive, Qi Zhong always feels that this pale, harmless smiling face in front of him faintly makes him feel uneasy.

the second day.After eating two super-sweet Black Forest cakes and a business lunch, Qi Zhong finally arrived downstairs at Chase Bank. He was in a hurry, holding what looked like a file folder, and looked around the building for a while. Confirming that this is the place he was looking for, he walked quickly into the lobby.

Looking from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the watch, Yang Qingshui silently counted the time.

Qi Zhong went upstairs according to the address, informed the business agent of his intention to come, and submitted the death confirmation letter.

The agent looked at the young widower sympathetically, and entered the application into the system. The information displayed made her frown slightly: "Mr. Qi, your wife's safe deposit box was taken away by her parents early this morning."

Yang Qingshui imagined how shocked Qi Zhong would be when he heard the answer.Just 10 minutes later, he sent a text message to Fang Lu, and then picked up his coat to pay.

On the other hand, when the phone called, Qi Zhong put away his suspicions and pretended to be gentle, but when he picked up the phone, he heard Fang Lu's heart-piercing growl, "Is what Wei Wei said true? How can you be so right?" she?"

In the crowd, Qi Zhong stood still, trembling slightly, "... What did you see, is it her diary?"

Fang Lu screamed almost out of control: "You murderer, I will hand over the things to the police right now, you wolf-hearted beast!" After speaking, she hung up the phone abruptly.

The more you talk, the easier it is to arouse suspicion. Yang Qingshui reminded Fang Lu that it's best to yell vaguely and emotionally, then disconnect immediately, and don't answer any subsequent calls.Fang Lu is not a professional actor, but he believes that in order to find out the reason behind his daughter's death, no matter how difficult it is, a mother can do it.

There are only some commemorative coins in the safe, and the financial records and diaries are fictitious. It has been a drama since yesterday. Without any evidence, Qi Zhong will not be prosecuted, and the case will never be reopened unless the murderer himself confesses.

If Qi Zhong knew that he planned everything carefully, but didn't count the physical evidence against him, he would rush to Fang Lu's side desperately at this time, and begged her not to submit it to the police without hesitation.

After Yang Qingshui got into the taxi, he waited for the protagonist and the only spectator to appear.

After waiting for a while, Qi Zhong really came out of the lobby in a panic, got into the car quickly and drove onto the road.The taxi immediately followed, and saw Qi Zhong's new car going left and right, wishing to put on its wings and fly to the destination. Fortunately, Yang Qingshui knew where he was going, and the route was clear. Otherwise, the taxi would not be able to catch up with the speed at which Qi Zhong stepped on the accelerator. .

Strangely, after the white car entered the expressway, its speed gradually stabilized, and it turned left when the road forked.

The taxi driver looked surprised, and asked Yang Qingshui: "The Desheng community you mentioned is not in this direction, is the car still following?"

"..." Yang Qingshui hurriedly said, "follow the car!"

He was still beating drums in his heart, not knowing what Qi Zhong's plans were, at this time the car got off the highway and drove all the way, going to nothing but the remedial class where Qi Zhong worked.

The car parked in the parking lot, Qi Zhong got out of the car, his expression calmed down from the panic just now, he put on his usual refined face, and walked into the counseling agency as usual.

Yang Qingshui felt something was wrong.

Qi Zhong was still shocked just now, why did he seem to be a different person?Not long after he entered the elevator, Yang Qingshui followed.

Before I could go in, the lady at the front desk stopped me: "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Teacher Qi Zhong here?" Yang Qingshui made up a random reason, "I want to enroll my niece in his class."

"He just came back." When the front desk lady replied, she looked at the class schedule in her hand, "It's in class now, if you're interested, why don't you go and sit in?"

After listening, Yang Qingshui stared at the girl and paused every word, "You said, he is in class?"

The front desk lady was slightly stunned, and looked at the first classroom on the side of the corridor, "Yes, this is the class taught by Teacher Qi."