Chapter 309: Qin Wushuang is dead
The police car was speeding on the highway, and a "whoosh" sound of wind breaking came from both sides of the windows.
But inside the carriage, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The recording has ended, and Qin Wushuang is gone.
The two policemen in the car had heavy expressions on their faces and neither of them spoke a word.
I don’t know how long it was before a terrible cry finally broke out in the carriage.
"My son! My son!!"
Ding Fenglian was crying so hard that she was shaking. Her voice seemed to contain blood, and it gave people goose bumps all over their bodies.
"Ah!!! Drive quickly and take me to find my son!!"
"elder brother!"
Hearing Ding Fenglian crying like this, Qin Sisi also tensed up instantly.
She lowered her head and buried her face in her hands, crying so hard that she couldn't speak, but she was eager to say something.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, but there was nothing she could do.
"Brother, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Can you please come back... Please come back!"
The mother and daughter cried so heartbreakingly that the two policemen in the car could not bear to listen.
However, as Qin Wushuang's father, Qin Feihong's reaction at this time was quite wrong.
He just sat in the car in a daze, his expression dull and his eyes blank. Ding Fenglian beside him was about to faint from crying, but his face was pale and he couldn't react at all.
It seemed as if most of the three souls and seven spirits had been taken away, and what was left here was just an empty body.
The policeman next to him saw that he was not in a good state, so he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, trying to talk to him, but before he could say anything, the policeman's cell phone suddenly rang.
“Buzz——”
“Buzz——”
The rapid and noisy vibration sound kept ringing in the car. The policeman frowned, took out his mobile phone, leaned slightly against the window and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Brother Ling, something bad has happened." The person on the other end of the phone had a heavy voice.
Ling Yue narrowed his eyes alertly: "What happened?"
"...Qin Wushuang shot himself."
"...What?" Ling Yue sat up straight in an instant, his face suddenly turned pale, "Can you say it again?"
The person on the other end of the phone said it again obediently.
"Qin Wushuang, he never intended to hold Xie Zhaoyuan hostage! After saying his last words to Xie Zhaoyuan, he rushed into the burning villa and shot himself!"
"Has that person been found?" Ling Yue's voice trembled a little.
"Not yet. The firefighters are searching as hard as they can. But I don't think his body can be saved. The gunshots came from the second floor of the villa, and the biggest fire was there!"
"Now the firefighters don't even dare to go up there. They can only wait until the fire is smaller before going up to look for people."
“…”
The news came a little suddenly, and Ling Yue was a little confused after hearing it.
He really wanted to ask something, but he was concerned about the Qin family's emotions, which could not stand being provoked, so after thinking about it, he tried to speak tactfully.
"Are you sure that the person has already..." He didn't have the heart to say that word.
"Yes! The fire was so big that Qin Wushuang would die if he rushed in without thinking! And everyone heard the sound of him firing a gun!"
"..." Ling Yue was suddenly speechless.
"Brother Ling, how long will it take you to get there?" the person on the other side asked.
"...About an hour." Ling Yue's voice was hoarse.
"Okay, but Qin Wushuang is dead. Don't bring his parents to the villa. Take them directly to the police station. Qin Wushuang's body should be found, but I'm sure it will be very ugly."
"His parents are so old after all. They will definitely not be able to accept seeing their son become like this."
Ling Yue nodded: "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, he immediately sent a WeChat message to his colleague who was driving.
The message popped up on the phone screen. My colleague glanced at it and then said "hmm" softly.
The two of them made this decision quietly.
But Qin Feihong on the side still noticed something was wrong.
"Officer Ling, is my son still alive?" He, who always liked to beat around the bush, asked such a heavy question so directly for the first time.
“……” Ling Yue pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
He could conceal the news of Qin Wushuang's death and not say a word about it, but he couldn't lie to Qin Feihong without changing his expression.
This is a living human life, and also the son that Qin Feihong loves to the bone. He really has no way of deceiving him.
He lowered his head guiltily, feeling as if a ball of water-soaked cotton was stuffed in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe, let alone speak.
He couldn't speak and could only answer Qin Feihong's question with silence.
Qin Feihong stared at him blankly. After a moment, he nodded stiffly: "I know, I know..."
"Officer Ling, please tell the police ahead to drive the police car faster. I want to see my son as soon as possible. No matter whether he is alive or dead, no matter what he looks like, he is my most beloved son. I want to see him."
Upon hearing this, the policeman driving the car subconsciously glanced at Ling Yue in the rearview mirror.
"Eh..." Ling Yue sighed and replied in a deep voice, "Okay, we will let you see your son as soon as possible."
Qin Feihong: "Thank you, Officer Ling..."
Saying these words seemed to have exhausted all of Qin Feihong's strength. His usually straight back collapsed weakly, and his whole body shrank into the narrow seat.
He still didn't react much, just closed his eyes tiredly. It seemed as if he was just tired from traveling and wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, if his body was not shaking violently and his face was not covered with tear stains.
…
Qin Wushuang's body was found half an hour later.
At this time, Xie Zhaoyuan had been taken into the police car by the task force to take a statement. She didn't see Qin Wushuang's body, she only saw him being wrapped in a blue body bag and then carried away by the police.
She sat by the car window, her eyes unconsciously following the body bag.
But the next second, Pei Xingzhi covered her eyes outside the car window.
There was a piece of glass between the two of them, and Pei Xingzhi's palm gently blocked the glass, blocking Xie Zhaoyuan's sight.
Xie Zhaoyuan turned his eyes to him and asked softly, "Is it him?"
Pei Xingzhi was calling Pei Yulin. Hearing this, he could only nod slowly.
Xie Zhaoyuan frowned: "Are you sure?"
Pei Xingzhi continued to nod.
Xie Zhaoyuan said nothing more.
The policeman sitting opposite her couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you sympathize with him?"
"...No." Xie Zhaoyuan shook his head. "He brought this upon himself. I don't sympathize with him at all. I just didn't expect him to commit suicide, and I didn't expect the way he would commit suicide would be this..."
“It’s so tragic.”
Police: "He was determined to die from the beginning, and he had expected this result. You don't have to feel too much psychological burden."
"Yeah." Xie Zhaoyuan curled the corner of his mouth and responded perfunctorily.
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