Dressed as a mystery novel victim

"You're right in saying something. If you get promoted and get rich, you'll die. All good things happen to me. It's nothing to pay a small price. You can go to the police station to report it, or keep your mouth shut. I don't care."

The last conversation ended abruptly here, followed by a long period of blank space. Yang Qingshui turned off the recorder, and faced the ashesed faces of Jiang Wei's parents.

"Is what he said true?" Fang Lu murmured to herself, with sad eyes, "He just watched Weiwei fall down the mountain?"

Jiang Zhenli gritted his teeth and said, "It was Qi Zhong who brought Jiang Wei up the mountain knowing that it was dangerous there. He was the one who deliberately planned to kill our daughter. Do you still expect him to find his conscience and help Jiang Wei?"

Fang Lu was speechless.

"Whether the facts are as Qi Zhong said is still uncertain." Yang Qingshui suddenly felt that his comforting words were so pale, "Until the day when he is forced to obey the law, both of you must take care of yourself."

Jiang Zhenli asked: "Qi Zhong premeditated murder, and he refused to save him. How much responsibility will he bear for Jiang Wei's death in court?"

Before coming to the door, Yang Qingshui had carefully checked Gaoqiao's laws and consulted with a lawyer? "The best crime is the crime of killing someone by killing a gun." He lowered his head, "The premise is that the police find evidence that Qi Zhong arranged the scene, and the court accepts the recording, and believes that he has the subjective intention of harming Jiang Wei."

Jiang Zhenli then asked: "How long can he stay in prison?"

"... three years at the top."

The air seemed to become heavy.Yang Qingshui couldn’t say some things—even if the police restarted the investigation, even if they could find the records of Qi Zhong’s purchase of steel wires, it would still be difficult for him to spend the past three years in prison.The lawyer told him that this kind of case in the court is beneficial to the defendant, and the word "indirect death" has too much ambiguity and room for discussion, and more examples are civil compensation or even innocence.

Qi Zhong changed his face so quickly, he dared to tell Yang Qingshui the truth unscrupulously. He thought he had already consulted a lawyer, and knew that as long as he could afford to hire a good enough team to defend him, would this lawsuit be good? , luck is always on his side.

Such justice is too cruel.

When Yang Qingshui didn't notice, the couple glanced at each other and held each other's hands tightly. Then Fang Lu stopped crying and said in a restrained tone: "We understand. Detective Yang, the investigation will end here. "

Yang Qingshui was stunned, "End?"

"Yes, thank you for doing so much for our family." Fang Lu looked at the bruises and bruises on his face, with a guilty expression on his face, "As for the investigation fee, we can't raise so much cash for a while. week--"

Yang Qingshui couldn't help but interrupted, "I'm not entitled to the money. What's more, I don't want to give up the investigation until I see Qi Zhong pay the price. Even if he can't be sent to jail, inheritance lawsuits, insurance appeals, the money that belongs to Jiang There are still many things that can be done after Wei’s things are brought back! I can share those trivial and heavy things for you.”

Jiang Zhenli: "What we want is not money."

Fang Lu stopped her husband, and turned to Yang Qingshui, "I'm sorry, money is not our concern. The purpose of investigating this case is to find out. Now that the truth has been found out, Weiwei's father and I are getting old, and we just want to let go of this matter." These peaceful days. As for Qi Zhong...he will have his retribution one day."

"But……"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Zhenli looked at him gently and unquestionably, and said, "Mr. Yang, this is our family business."

Since it is a family matter, what else is there to say?Yang Qingshui accepted the arrangement and nodded, "I understand."

Fang Lu sent him away and walked down the spiral staircase on the second floor. Yang Qingshui suddenly felt that his sense of smell had never been sharper. He smelled a strange smell, "Do you usually do experiments at home?"

Fang Lu was very surprised. She clenched her hands tightly, thinking about what answer she should give him.

Yang Qingshui glanced at her hand, "Your hand?"

Fang Lu's hands were stained with a lot of oil paint, blue and blue, which was incompatible with her usual clean and decent attire, and she was at a loss for words.

"We are learning oil painting recently, which is a bit of sustenance in life." Jiang Zhenli's voice came, and he walked up, "We will send it here."

The door was not far away, Yang Qingshui nodded, turned and walked away.

"Detective Yang—" Fang Lu's voice tightened.

Yang Qingshui turned his head, and Jiang Zhenli put his arms around his wife's shoulders to stabilize her trembling. Jiang Zhenli looked at him and said, "Mr. Yang, thank you for doing so much for this case. I think it is unlikely that we will meet again in the future." Yes, take care."

In the following week, Yang Qingshui's mind was haunted by the farewell conversation with the Jiang family. For some reason, he always felt that there was something behind it.Or maybe it's self-blame, unwilling to entrust the case in hand to end in this way, so he chases after the groundless signs.

But has the case really failed?Yang Qingshui lay on the folding bed of the detective agency and thought, although the investigation did not convict the villain, he seemed to have successfully opened up new skill points - recently his nose was as smart as a dog, and a mouse five meters away died in the underground drain, he unexpectedly He can smell the smell and easily find the location of the dead mouse. Once when the male resident upstairs greeted him, he could smell the perfume on his body. It was the same perfume as the head teacher of the elementary school next door. He changed the scent of the same perfume from a nurse in the community hospital, and the speed of the romance was under Yang Qingshui's control.

The use of this skill is limited to this. Recently, the entrustment received is either to catch mice for the Residential Cleaning Department, or to help send children to school and send them to other people's homes for rehabilitation treatment. There are no other cases.In order to operate, Yang Qingshui expanded the business of the detective agency to the field of housekeeping. If this continues, the toilet is not far away.

Thinking, the doorbell rang.

"'Antelope' Detective Agency, fast, safe, and affordable, will provide you with super-standard services..." Yang Qingshui's ardent and enthusiastic advertising slogan echoed through the automatically turned-on publicity speakers, "999 for catching rape! 1999 for searching! The day is only 338! More discount packages are welcome to come to the store to inquire!"

The door opened, and the high-heeled shoes knocked lightly on the floor tiles, making a crisp sound of collision.

"Catching traitors doesn't include door-to-door fighting." Yang Qingshui turned over from the folding bed as he said, and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the visitor, "Is it you?"

Jiang Zaiyue stood by the door, her tall figure changed into a more neat lab robe. She had been to this place before, but the owner had changed. When she looked around, she couldn't help feeling that things were different.

"'Antelope'?" He took the hot tea he brought and asked the name of the detective agency.

In advertising and publicity, you can’t tell others that the name of the detective agency is called the detective agency. It is morally unjustifiable to take the detective agency as his own and take away Ling Yu's revolutionary fruits.

Jiang Zaiyue smiled, "At that time you said that you and Ling Yu were good friends, but I still have reservations, so I believe it now."

Yang Qingshui was dressed in autumn clothes and long trousers, which blended well with this small dilapidated office. He sat down and said, "You are here because you have a case to entrust?"

She paused, put the cup back to its original place, her eyes flickering.

Yang Qingshui: "Worried about the confidentiality of the information, or?"

Jiang Zaiyue shook her head, she hesitated in her mind for two months, until the moment before entering the door, she was still unable to confirm whether her decision was right or wrong.

It's still too late.

"After the police reported her missing, I took Ling Yu's call." After a while, she said.

Yang Qingshui was startled, "What did you say?"

She told Yang Qingshui that one night Ling Yu called her suddenly, but he didn't speak for a long time. Before hanging up, he told her that he was in an extremely dangerous situation, but as long as there was no news about him for a day, it meant that he was still alive. In this world, please don't tell anyone about this call, including the police.

"What happened? Not long after, Officer Lin from the investigation team found me and said that Ling Yu had been missing for a month. I was very surprised, but when I remembered what he told me, I didn't say anything." She narrated according to the time, "Later I saw the organs The report of the trafficking group, I think this is the reason why Ling Yu wanted to hide his whereabouts, but after the case was over, Ling Yu seemed to disappear day by day, and there was no more news, and the police have even confirmed his death—"

"I know his job can be very dangerous, undercover, extreme crime investigation, once something happens, only he will be responsible, so he will walk alone and keep a distance from others." Therefore, those hidden feelings are hidden in her heart, and she and Ling Yu never announced it, "When someone else has an accident, there will be relatives and friends who will never forget it and investigate the truth for him, but Ling Yu didn't..."

Yang Qingshui said, "He has."

Aren't the two of them sitting here just for Ling Yu?Jiang Zaiyue's throat was astringent, and she nodded, "You are his good friend, I think you have the right to know his last news." She didn't ask Yang Qingshui to investigate, except for a call, she knew that there was no room for investigation .

Yang Qingshui thought for a while, "Do you remember the time Ling Yu called you?"

"Remember, the night of November 11st."

Yang Qingshui was speechless immediately.The night of November [-]st was the night when he entered the novel and climbed down the TV tower.It turned out that that day was the day Ling Yu disappeared.