Chapter 51 I'm full!
Zhu Qing raises children without so many rules.
She has never been constrained and doesn't impose too many rules on Fangfang, after all, she herself grew up in a free environment.
Listening to discussions about cases is fine; this young master always emphasizes his family background in law enforcement. Since that's the case, let him get used to it sooner rather than later. After all, he's the future Inspector Fang. Little Inspector Fang can already hear about murder cases without batting an eye, saving Zhu Qing a lot of trouble. After all, investigating cases is her daily routine, and covering his little ears every time a case is mentioned would be a hassle.
It's fine to bring him to a quiet bar; it's no different from a Western restaurant, and we even specifically chose a non-smoking area so he can fully experience new things.
Actually, if Sheng Fang didn't have that villainous identity in the original story, she could have let him do whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, the genius villain met a tragic end, so his niece had to vet him on the big picture.
Fangfang's uncle knew that his niece was a woman of her word.
She was only supposed to stay there for thirty minutes, and when the time was up, she got up and left.
She quickly sipped the orange juice, finishing the remaining third as fast as she could. With her little face puffed out, she didn't even have time to say "goodbye" to Dr. Cheng before Qingzai grabbed her hand.
Zhu Qing noticed that when children drink beverages, especially the last sip, they always like to hold it in their mouths and are reluctant to swallow it.
At that moment, Shengfang swallowed the sweet and sour orange juice with a heavy heart, turned around and shouted, "Dr. Cheng, call us!"
Cheng Xinglang was still sitting there.
In the dim light, his eyes held a smile.
"tomorrow?"
Shengfang curled her short fingers into an "OK" sign.
At this moment, Liang Qikai stood up and said, "Zhu Qing, let me take you back."
"What should I send? Your house is right next door."
"But you drank alcohol—"
Zhu Qing waved her hand, saying that the little bit of wine was nothing.
She pushed open the glass door, took Shengfang's chubby wrist, and left.
"Qingzai, how do we get home?"
"Take the MTR to Mong Kok Station, then—"
Shengfang tilted her head, looking at her by the moonlight and streetlights.
Suddenly, he turned around, went down the slope, walked to the roadside, and waved his little hands.
Zhu Qing was forced to sit in the back seat of the taxi.
Since her life improved after joining her uncle's family, she hadn't taken a minibus, bus, or subway for a long time. The meter ticked away, and she looked back at the intricate alleyways of Lan Kwai Fong, recalling what Dr. Cheng had said.
The bruises on the back of the victim's neck indicate that the killer attacked from behind.
At that time, You Minmin's survival instinct had overcome her determination to die, but she was still taken away.
The street scene flashed by, and Zhu Qing leaned against the window.
What was You Minmin thinking in her final moments? She still wanted to live. The fragmented daily life in her diary was the rambling thoughts of a young girl: the puppy that would look at the streetlights, her favorite summer, the customer at the record store who specifically asked her to serve him... We don't know which moment it was, but at least, the warm scenes in her memories had once held her back.
She's so young; she could have had more time to let go.
If she survives, perhaps she will eventually learn to live with loneliness, and it's not as terrible as it seems.
The streetlights were blinding, so Zhu Qing closed her eyes.
Was the driver incompetent? The swaying and shaking made me dizzy.
"Qingzai, I'm hungry," Fangfang said.
Are you still hungry so late?
The blooming flower peeked out in surprise.
When Qingzai spoke, the last syllable of her voice suddenly rose in pitch!
"I'm really hungry."
"Go home, fall asleep and you won't be hungry anymore."
The young master of the Sheng family opened his eyes wide: "Qingzai, you're drunk!"
"?" Zhu Qing glanced at him. "No."
As the taxi drove into the Yau Ma Tei neighborhood, Sheng Fang gave the driver directions.
After getting off the bus, he unusually stopped jumping around, grabbed Zhu Qing's arm, and squinted to observe her carefully.
"Qingzai?"
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly, shadows loomed over the elevator.
The flowers are blooming with their faces turned upwards.
Qingzai cupped his little face in her hands.
Like kneading dough, she pinched and rubbed his face, saying, "Fangfang, you're so cute."
The children's faces were squeezed together.
Qingzai actually praised him for being cute!
Throughout the entire police station, even Uncle Ming from the restaurant said that the little boy was really adorable, but Qingzi was the only one who never took the initiative to praise him.
Today, she praised him! The little boy was like a balloon sold by an old man on the roadside; his hand was being held, but his heart was already soaring high.
The uncle and nephew returned home at just past nine o'clock. While other people's nightlife in Lan Kwai Fong was just beginning, the two of them had already entered their home.
At this time, the radio is broadcasting Cantonese opera.
Aunt Ping heard the door open and was about to get up and come out of the house when she heard the young master shouting—
"Aunt Ping, Qingzai is drunk!"
Under the lamplight, Zhu Qing's cheeks were slightly flushed as she leaned lazily against the sofa.
She pointed to the coffee table: "Shengfang, get the remote control."
She was clearly very quiet, but Aunt Ping could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
This is different from usual!
"How much did you drink?"
"One cup!"
"What kind of alcohol has such a strong aftereffect?" Aunt Ping hurriedly went to brew some hangover tea.
Fangfang sat obediently next to Qingzai and began running errands.
"Serve it up, get the potato chips."
The child ran off to find potato chips.
"Pour a glass of water."
"Warm water?"
Zhu Qing: "Add ice."
The young master, all excited and eager, continued his busy work.
Zhu Qing, who rarely let her mind wander, settled into a comfortable position on the sofa and said, "Go get a blanket."
The children ran back and forth, going in and out with great enthusiasm.
Just before falling asleep, Zhu Qing thought with her eyes half-closed—
Having a little servant is really nice.
...
When Qingzai woke up the next morning, she had turned back into the cold-hearted madam.
With his hands behind his back and a serious expression like an old scholar, Shengfang walked around his niece again and again before stopping.
"Did you forget to pinch my cheek yesterday and say I was cute?"
"You even said—Fangfang, it's so good to have you!"
Zhu Qing ate her wonton noodles slowly and deliberately.
After hearing Sheng Fang finish speaking in an exaggerated tone, she remained unfazed: "Impossible."
Aunt Ping testified: "It's true."
A little wine is good for the soul. It was Zhu Qing's first time drinking, and she experienced a slightly tipsy feeling.
They said that after she drank, she became very talkative, like a little chatterbox in full bloom.
Zhu Qing didn't recall it, and instead asked, "What's this about meeting the parents?"
The baby responded with a speechless little expression.
She doesn't record the heartwarming moments that should be remembered; she only records useless things!
"You were working overtime last night, I forgot to mention," Aunt Ping quickly explained. "It's like this—"
Teacher Ji called Zhu Qing the night before to arrange for her to come to the kindergarten on Monday afternoon after school so that the teacher and principal could speak with her privately.
Fangfang is usually a carefree child, but this time was different. After all, it was meeting the parents. Even the most arrogant uncle would be uneasy, his face full of worry. By the end of the day, the three-and-a-half-year-old uncle looked half a year older.
“After school yesterday, he sat in the classroom waiting, but you never came.”
"Teacher Ji was about to call you, but the young master stopped her. He said..."
"say what?"
Fangfang said in a childish voice, "Madam is solving a major case, how can the teacher disturb her?"
“The young master asked his teacher to call home, so I went there,” Aunt Ping said. “I wrote down the key points the teacher and principal said, and I’ll go get them for you later.”
Aunt Ping quickly went back to her room and took out a small notebook.
She handed the notebook to Zhu Qing, clearly listing every point.
Zhu Qing looked very carefully.
Sheng Fang quickly covered her eyes with her small hands: "Don't look."
It's all written here, things he doesn't want to hear!
"We'll settle the accounts tonight." Zhu Qing put down the notebook with her left hand and the spoon with her right. "I'm done eating. I'm going back to the police station now."
She shuffled into the elevator, her shoes clicking.
"Qingzai, wasn't the case solved?"
Just before the elevator doors closed, Zhu Qing's voice drifted over—
"There's a mistake, let's start over!"
The image shows a child holding a glass and drinking milk.
Silly Qingzai, you're so happy to be reopening the case!
...
The case closure report had already been printed, and even the evidence box was about to be sealed, awaiting only the final signature from the superior.
But now, everything has to be overturned and we have to start all over again.
The officers of Major Crimes Unit B, however, were not discouraged. On the contrary, their colleagues were excited by the new discovery. Closing a case was not the end; bringing the truth to light was. The meaning of their choice to become police officers lay in ensuring that they could submit a report on every case with a clear conscience.
Mo Zhenbang slammed the re-examination report, which the forensic department had retrieved from the laboratory headquarters, onto the conference room table.
“It’s confirmed to be homicide,” Mo Zhenbang said. “The deceased had completed all the preparations for suicide. But drowning requires too much determination. Just as she was preparing to fight for her life, the murderer pushed her back into the bathtub.”
"An overdose of drugs rendered her unable to struggle."
"I did all that just to frame my brother... but at that moment, the instinct to survive won out."
"This killer is ruthless. Even the last glimmer of hope was extinguished. How desperate must the victim have been at that moment?"
Xu Jiale reopened You Yikang's notes.
"It was because the deceased had meticulously arranged the scene in an attempt to frame his brother that our initial investigation work became so focused."
"Actually, after so many days of investigation, You Yikang is indeed not a direct suspect. He spends money and effort at home, arranging everything in detail, and even takes the initiative to mediate between his sister and family members, hoping to help his sister integrate into the family atmosphere."
"Do you remember that detail? He deliberately bought an extra toy and gave it to Bobo in his sister's name... Such a brother, yet the deceased went to great lengths to frame him."
The police continued to discuss the reasons why the deceased framed You Yikang.
“When I was little, I lived with my grandparents. I was too young to understand, and I always looked forward to their return with great joy.”
"But as she grew older, perhaps through her friends, neighbors, or grandparents... she finally understood that her parents' and brother's occasional visits were nothing more than charity. Even children have their own pride and dignity, so she began to reject them and shut herself off."
"As the deceased's family said, she built a high wall around herself, refusing their approach and even misinterpreting others' goodwill with malice. Perhaps the root of this lies here."
“Actually, her brother had already done a lot for her. Perhaps in the moment before she died, her survival instinct finally overcame her hatred, or perhaps, You Minmin finally realized that her brother did not owe her anything.”
Liang Qikai flipped through the documents: "We've gone off-topic, haven't we? The key point now isn't why You Minmin framed You Yikang. The key point is, who is the murderer hiding in the shadows?"
"You Yikang is really unlucky. Originally, the deceased framed him, but in the end, he might become the murderer who used the opportunity to frame him."
Zhu Qing's attention remained on the previous topic.
"But why such deep hatred?" Zhu Qing was surrounded by reports and files, and couldn't sort out her thoughts for a moment.
Chui Shui Hui was a scoundrel, but the deceased never harmed him. He disliked A Rou, but the deceased simply chose to distance himself. His strained relationship with his sister-in-law was merely expressed through complaints in his diary…
Her emotions were only so intense towards her brother.
"Is it simply because she's paranoid, extreme, or even mentally ill?" Zeng Yongshan frowned and said softly, "She neither lets go of herself nor her family..."
Zhu Qing: "Over at Youyikang's place—"
This brother is too perfect, so perfect that all of his sister's emotions seem like they're just being unreasonable.
Haozai looked up from the case file: "It shouldn't have anything to do with him. We initially targeted him, but all the evidence was overturned."
“We’ve spent too much time on him; it’s time to change the direction of our investigation.”
"There's no need to keep getting stuck on this; it's all a waste of time."
Zhu Qing's gaze never left the file on the table: "But his alibi is still vague and cannot withstand scrutiny."
In fact, the deceased's brother was never cleared of suspicion.
However, because of the conclusion of "suicide," everyone subconsciously removed him from the suspect list. The doubts about him naturally disappeared, making everything seem reasonable.
The problem is that, in the end, You Minmin's cause of death was still homicide.
"I think we can rule out You Yikang as a suspect."
"If we keep pressing him, it will only give the real culprit a chance to escape."
“We should change our thinking. The deceased had contact with more than just You Yikang before his death. Shouldn’t we focus our attention on other clues?”
"You Minmin's family is also heartbroken by her accident..."
Zhu Qing insisted, "I still think You Yikang is highly suspicious."
It's unclear how much time passed, but Zeng Yongshan eventually sided with Zhu Qing.
"I also think the deceased's brother is the problem."
...
In the statements of her brother and family, they outwardly praised the deceased as well-behaved and sensible, but between the lines, their memories of You Minmin seemed to describe an incomprehensible existence.
But is that really the case?
If her seemingly obsessive hatred always had a reason—
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan exchanged a glance, and they decided to investigate the entire case from the beginning again.
They continued to follow the clues, never stopping from the moment they stepped out of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station that morning.
The two madams revisited the record store, the streets of Sai Wan, and the psychological clinic, and questioned the record store owner, the deceased's old classmate, Ah Yau, and even Chui Shui Hui again.
The record store owner was nocturnal, so finding him during the day was not an easy task.
Finally, Zeng Yongshan and Zhu Qing caught him.
This was a method they learned from their seniors.
Uncle Li told them that young people need to be flexible in their actions. If they directly said it was a police investigation, the record store owner might not be very cooperative, since he had already given multiple statements. But if they told him they had a rare, out-of-print CD…
Zeng Yongshan used this method, and the clumsy lie unexpectedly worked. At 2 p.m., the boss arrived at the store door, panting.
Zhu Qing followed suit and lured the shop assistant out as well, since the two of them together might be able to recall more missed details.
The record store owner was shrewd. As soon as he saw them at the store entrance, he was both annoyed and amused before they could even show their police IDs.
“Madam, I recognize you. We met last time.”
"You can joke about something like this? You have no idea how long I've been looking for that disc. I almost got rear-ended just now while I was on my way here!"
Ah-rou arrived shortly afterward. She herself wasn't interested in rare discs; she had come specifically to help her boss collect them. After understanding the situation, she opened the roller shutter and invited them inside.
The record store owner, a cigarette between his fingers, looked utterly helpless.
"I don't know her at all, what could I possibly find out?"
"No matter how many times you ask, this is what I always say... You Minmin is not very talkative, but she is serious about her work."
“In this respect, she is much more meticulous than Arou, and she will classify each record by year and genre.”
“She started working here after graduating last year. She starts work around 6 or 7 pm, and there are shifts. The shift schedule is with Arou.”
Zeng Yongshan: "We know, we've already received the work schedule. By the way, how's You Minmin's income?"
The record store owner used to be a guitarist in a rock band, and he still dresses like an artist.
As soon as he moved, the metal chains on his black leather jacket jingled, and the holes in his knees became particularly noticeable.
"Business at the small shop is so-so, so the salary is definitely not high. Last month, business was bad, and I was even paid less."
"Forget about bonuses and profit sharing."
Zeng Yongshan pressed further, "Do you know if You Minmin has seen a psychologist?"
The police checked You Minmin's bank statements.
She had no large expenses or income, and she didn't earn much to begin with, and all her money went to Chui Shui Hui.
"Where did she get the money to see a psychologist?"
The record store owner, unaware that she had seen a psychologist, was already wandering around the shelves, selecting records.
Shop assistant Arou chimed in, "Her grandfather is wealthy. The old man has his own little savings and is always worried that his granddaughter doesn't have enough money. He not only gives her money but also tells her not to tell her parents. Minmin mentioned it to me, and I was quite envious at the time."
"However, her grandfather passed away last December."
"The winter was too cold, and the old man didn't make it through."
Arou said that the old man should have left some money for You Minmin.
"It should be a sum of cash. The elderly don't have the habit of saving money in bank accounts. The elderly in our family are the same; they always prefer to keep their money at home."
“She said that Grandpa often told her—” Arou said softly, “to be good to herself.”
Arou still remembers feeling a pang of sadness when she heard her mention the old man's passing.
And now, only such a short time has passed, and even You Minmin is gone, making one sigh at the impermanence of life.
Zeng Yongshan: "You mean, You Minmin's grandfather will give her money?"
Arou nodded.
Suddenly, Zhu Qing asked, "Do you remember when You Minmin's brother came to the shop to bring her white sugar cakes?"
That was mentioned by the deceased's parents.
They said that You Yikang doted on his younger sister and once bought her favorite white sugar cake to take to her, only to catch her with Chui Shuihui. You Minmin didn't even glance at the white sugar cake, saying that she was grown up and wouldn't be bought off by such small favors anymore.
"White sugar cake?" Arou thought for a moment, "Yes, that's right. She said she didn't like it and asked me to take it home."
Do you remember when that was?
"I really can't remember that."
Zhu Qing narrowed down the question: "Before or after her grandfather passed away?"
Arou thought about it for a long time.
“After he passed away.” Her tone became more certain. “I remember Minmin mentioned that Grandpa also liked to eat white sugar cakes when he was alive, but he got old and couldn’t eat too many sweets.”
Zhu Qing noted this detail down in her notebook, underlining it to emphasize it.
As they left the record store, Zeng Yongshan said, "After his grandfather passed away, You Yikang bought white sugar cakes to cheer up his younger sister. Is there anything special about that?"
“It’s not about ‘coaxing’ her to be happy,” Zhu Qing said. “You Yikang did this perhaps to please You Minmin.”
Zeng Yongshan was taken aback: "Is it to—gain something?"
...
Jinbao, the son of a nouveau riche family, always kept his word. The promise he made that day to give Shengfang a gold bar was definitely not just empty talk.
Last night, he went to play at the family's gold shop. When the adults weren't looking, he reached his little hand into the counter and took a big, thick gold bar.
The gold bars were heavy, and auspicious words were written on them, but he didn't recognize many of the characters.
"Long live the Emperor!" Sheng Fang exclaimed. "You don't even recognize him?"
Jinbao asked curiously, "What does that mean?"
The young master of the Sheng family waved his hand: "I won't talk about this, you wouldn't understand anyway."
"Let it go." Little Coconut squeezed between the two of them. "You don't know either, do you?"
Shengfang cannot answer questions like those of Xiaoyesi.
This is a very undignified question!
"Please accept this," Jinbao said politely, pushing the gold bar forward. "This is the fee for hiring you as my English teacher."
Sheng Fang took the gold bar with one hand; it was quite heavy, making her wrist feel heavy.
So they switched to holding it with both hands.
His schoolbag was in the locker. He collected the tuition fees with a clear conscience, then turned around and swaggered over, preparing to put it in his schoolbag.
Just then, Teacher Ji's figure blocked his way.
In the blink of an eye, the three little devils were already sitting in a row in front of the teacher.
They exchanged information in hushed tones.
"The teacher is going to criticize us."
"Why?"
"I don't know either!"
Teacher Ji took a deep breath.
These three little ones, neither too young nor too old, all seem clever, but when it comes to reasoning with them, they seem rather clueless.
"These are valuables. Don't bring them to school without your parents' or other adults' permission," Teacher Ji said sternly.
Jinbao shook his head sincerely: "We have many of these at home, they're not valuable."
"Teacher, do you want some?"
"...Teacher, please don't."
Teacher Ji rubbed her temples and turned to Sheng Fang: "Valuables shouldn't be stuffed in your schoolbag; they should be carried with you..."
She ultimately did not say the words "I cannot accept expensive gifts".
The young master's profile stated that he was the child of a jewelry tycoon. Although the Sheng family had encountered trouble, the Sheng Corporation had not collapsed and still had professionals managing things for them. If I were to say not to accept expensive gifts—he would probably argue back.
"Teacher, it's too heavy, you can't put it in your pants pocket," Sheng Fang interrupted her.
Jinbao added in a serious tone, "Your pants will fall down."
Upon hearing this, the young master of the Sheng family rolled his eyes.
This Jinbao is not civilized at all.
Teacher Ji sighed and continued to look at Xiao Yesi seriously: "Xiao Yesi, as for you—"
The little coconut baby looked at her with teary eyes and a wronged expression: "Teacher, I was just passing by."
"Don't cry!"
Tears welled up in Xiao Yesi's eyes, and she squeezed her eyes shut when the teacher said that.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and with a "plop," a large teardrop fell to the floor.
"Oh—" Sheng Fang drawled, squinting at Teacher Ji.
Jinbao imitated him: "Oh!"
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on Teacher Ji's forehead.
How did their team grow so large?
...
Zhu Qing continued to delve deeper into the clues provided by Grandpa You.
"We found out. Grandpa left a property for You Minmin."
"The reason why the transfer of ownership has not been completed for so long is because the procedures are stuck. Although Grandpa's will specified that this house should be left to You Minmin, Uncle, as the first-order heir, must provide a written statement of renunciation of inheritance. As long as he does not express his opinion, the process cannot proceed, otherwise the transfer of ownership cannot be completed separately."
“My uncle didn’t mean to make things difficult. It’s just that after they immigrated as a family, it became inconvenient to communicate, and it was too much trouble to come back to sign or mail notarized documents, which is why it has been delayed until now.”
Zeng Yongshan flipped through You Minmin's file.
Because the property was always registered in the elderly person's name, the police had not noticed this before.
“Your uncle was already willing to sign a written statement relinquishing his inheritance rights, and You Minmin’s father wouldn’t fight with his children for the property.” Zhu Qing raised her eyes. “In other words, if You Minmin is gone, this house will naturally belong to her brother, You Yikang.”
As they were preparing to close the case yesterday, Zhu Qing stood at the entrance of the psychological clinic, with unresolved questions in her mind.
At first, she suspected that the deceased had committed suicide, but when the cause of You Minmin's death was concluded to be "suicide," she felt that there were too many questions that had not been answered reasonably.
Yu Yikang portrayed himself as an innocent brother, claiming that his sister might suffer from paranoia.
That's why You Minmin's search of his study seemed reasonable... No one would find it strange that a suspicious girl would do anything at her brother's house.
But in reality, You Minmin was only taking antidepressants; she did not have paranoia at all.
So why did she go through her brother's letters and receipts for no reason?
At this moment, Tsang Wing-shan and Chu Ching were sitting in a tea restaurant at the intersection of Causeway Bay Street.
“At the time, You Minmin hid in her brother’s study and went through his private things, and was severely reprimanded. This is the reason why they had a fierce argument. You Minmin even left an extreme accusation in her diary, saying that her brother wanted to kill her.” Zeng Yongshan pondered for a long time, “According to You Yikang and their parents, it was just a dispute between siblings, but there is still no reasonable explanation for You Minmin’s motive for going through the study.”
This dispute was ultimately characterized as—
"Minmin is just that kind of person."
But if the deceased was not actually abnormal, and it was her older brother who deliberately portrayed her as insane—
“You Yikang has been in contact with his uncle in private.” Zhu Qing tapped her fingertips lightly on the table. “Perhaps there is a letter in the study requesting his uncle to postpone his return to China. My brother has been deliberately delaying the transfer of ownership, and it was only when You Minmin discovered this that she had an emotional breakdown.”
If the inference is correct, this would be You Yikang's sufficient motive for murder.
After all, it involves real estate and is related to huge interests.
Based on the location, the property left by Grandpa You is worth a considerable sum.
You Yikang is still renting a place to live. If he could get the house left by his grandfather, whether he could sell it or live in it himself, it would solve his immediate problem.
"In addition, the ice in the bathtub was to delay the time of death."
"On the day the body was discovered, You Yikang didn't show up until 1 a.m. Was that related to this?"
Perhaps the reason ice was placed there to delay the time of death was because at the time, You Yikang had no idea that You Minmin had called the radio station in advance.
He was unaware of his sister's suicide plan and assumed the police would discover the body late at night or the following day.
Unexpectedly, a paranormal radio program amplified the incident, rendering the delaying tactic of putting ice in the bathtub meaningless.
Even if the owners and staff of the Lan Kwai Fong bar could prove that he was drunk late at night, it wouldn't matter.
They were unable to provide You Yikang with a definitive alibi.
Where was You Yikang at the time of the incident?
Or to put it another way—
Zhu Qing said in a deep voice, "How can we prove that he appeared at No. 17, Mei Kok Street, Sai Wan, between 10 pm and 11 pm that night?"
...
The children gradually became very comfortable in the kindergarten.
He had only been enrolled for a week, but he already had two "followers".
The young master considered Yesi and Jinbao his followers and was quite proud of it. Yesi, however, felt that the other two were his little shadows. As for Jinbao, this honest and simple boy, although he was a few months older than them, he was happy to be their little brother and make friends.
In the class, Fangfang and Yesi are currently engaged in a battle for "dominance." They both want to be the boss and expand their sphere of influence. This game makes Fangfang increasingly enthusiastic about going to kindergarten.
As usual, Aunt Ping waited for her son downstairs after school.
As they entered the house and saw the shoes in the entryway, the little one immediately cheered and rushed into the living room.
"Qingzai came home so early today!"
Zhu Qing was staring at the whiteboard, deep in thought, at a complete loss.
Shengfang sat down next to her and casually picked up the documents on the coffee table.
"What's this?"
The paper was printed with densely packed numbers.
This is You Minmin's pager communication list for one month before her death.
Police records show that the deceased did not contact anyone frequently. Even during her "relationship" with Chui Shui Hui, they rarely spoke on the phone. Most of the time, You Minmin would wait for him at the record store, and when she could no longer suppress her longing, she would go directly to Xie Donghui's house with her keys to find him.
Colleagues have shifted their focus to investigating the record store dispute. It was actually a very minor conflict; the record Ah-Rou had left for a customer was sold to someone else by Yu-Min-Min… The deceased and that customer had only exchanged a few words, nothing more.
But even the smallest detail might be the key to solving the case.
Now only Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan are still keeping a close eye on You Yikang.
You Yikang has returned to a normal life, commuting between the company and his home every day.
Zhu Qing wasn't sure if she was overthinking things, but perhaps only the deceased's brother could answer those unresolved questions.
Zhu Qing cleaned the whiteboard again and wrote two words on it—
client.
"How can I get in touch with the client who met with You Yikang that day?" she muttered to herself.
"What's wrong with the customer?" Fangfang asked, her short legs crossed.
He is abroad.
Shengfang gestured as if making a phone call: "Make an international call!"
No one answered.
To this day, the police are still unable to contact that customer.
Zhu Qing continued to work out You Yikang's alibi.
There must be another way to break through.
That client couldn't have simply vanished into thin air, if he could prove that he had ended his meeting with You Yikang before 10 p.m. on Tuesday...
“Send an email!” Sheng Fang said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young millionaire snapped his fingers.
They should buy a computer.
Qingzai is investigating a case, and her uncle has to arrange all the logistical work for her!
...
The young master silently kept it in mind.
I must go to the electronics store after school tomorrow to buy Qingzai a computer with amazing specs.
The niece had no idea what idea her little uncle had come up with this time, slapping his short legs.
At this moment, she was staring intently at the whiteboard, her fingertips tracing the Hong Kong map spread out on the coffee table.
The drive from Lan Kwai Fong to Sai Wan Kok Street takes at least twenty minutes.
If the murderer was You Yikang, he would never have wasted time walking at that time.
You Yikang does not own a car and usually takes the subway to and from get off work.
What mode of transportation would he choose to take from Lan Kwai Fong to Sai Wan Kok Street?
"Taxi?" she frowned.
Shengfang, a young boy, rested his chin on his hand, watching his niece sit in front of the whiteboard from dawn till dusk.
Qingzai, who keeps rambling on and on, is almost obsessed with investigating the case.
"Why don't we check with taxi companies?" Sheng Fang said, marking a prominent red circle on her vehicle. "It's better than waiting at home."
Aunt Ping often says that red is a good omen, signifying prosperity and smooth sailing in all things.
Just as the red circle finished writing, Qingzai's cell phone suddenly rang.
Indeed, it's a very auspicious and lucky day!
The young master jumped up: "Dr. Cheng!"
...
The children have been talking about this for so many days, and this moment has finally come.
The baby's wish came true! Dr. Cheng is coming to pick him up for a drive!
Shengfang rushed to the entrance and sat on the shoe bench to put on her shoes.
Strictly speaking, Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang's relationship was not very close.
She was really worried about entrusting her uncle to him, so she could only accompany him throughout the whole process.
"Young master, it's windy outside, remember to wear a jacket!"
Before the uncle and nephew left, Aunt Ping quickly brought them a piece of clothing.
The black windproof jacket was neat and tidy, and the little one zipped it up all the way to cover his chubby little chin.
As soon as he went downstairs, he discovered that he was wearing the same outfit as Dr. Cheng.
"What a cool motorcycle!"
This is not an official motorcycle of the traffic police department. According to regulations, traffic police vehicles are not allowed to be lent out.
Cheng Xinglang drives a privately owned car with a sleek and eye-catching streamlined body.
"A helmet." Cheng Xinglang handed over a mini helmet.
He even specially prepared children's sizes.
Zhu Qing stepped forward to help Fang Fang fasten the button: "How do you fasten this?"
Dr. Cheng, with her long legs planted on the ground, leaned slightly over the car and bent down to adjust the child's seatbelt.
The little one excitedly climbed onto the back seat and hugged it tightly with both hands and feet.
"Where's Madam?" Cheng Xinglang asked, turning his head.
Zhu Qing shook her car keys: "I'll follow in my car."
Before she finished speaking, she glanced at her uncle in the back seat.
The child's eyes were bright and sparkling, and every tiny tooth in his mouth was about to show.
Before Zhu Qing could add anything, Cheng Xinglang spoke first.
"Don't worry, my driving skills are top-notch."
Shengfang wrapped her arms around his waist: "Let's go!"
The young master of the Sheng family had been looking forward to this trip for a long time.
They drove through the neon-lit streets, while Zhu Qing followed at a leisurely pace in her SUV with the window rolled down.
The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, lifting a few strands of hair.
The radio played nostalgic classics as she lightly gripped the steering wheel and stopped at a red light.
Dr. Cheng's motorcycle happened to be parked right next to her.
The car happened to pass the Lan Kwai Fong intersection, and Zhu Qing's eyes swept over the minibus stop sign.
"The overnight bus routes are fixed. Do you think there were any direct buses from Lan Kwai Fong to Sai Wan Kok Street on the day of the incident?"
Cheng Xinglang laughed and said, "Madam is investigating cases even while she's out for a drive?"
"Who wants a drive?" Zhu Qing looked straight ahead. "I'm on official business."
The green light came on, and the engine roared to life.
Before the off-road vehicles even started, the agile motorcycles had already rushed off first.
"Wow—" Shengfang, like a little koala, hugged Dr. Cheng's waist tightly, "Faster!"
However, Dr. Cheng slowed down the car.
Safety first, he said.
Lan Kwai Fong and Central are adjacent to each other. When the motorcycle turned through the Central intersection, Zhu Qing suddenly pulled over and stopped.
Cheng Xinglang also stopped.
"What's the matter?"
Cheng Xinglang: "Your niece is investigating a case again."
The young master waved his hand: "It's an occupational hazard."
Zhu Qing stared at the sign for the psychological clinic.
For a long time, You Minmin received treatment here every week, using money her grandfather secretly gave her. Her grandfather always advised her to take good care of herself, and she obediently followed his advice. However, two weeks before her death, her treatment was suddenly stopped—was it because her remaining savings had been swindled away by Chui Shui Hui?
Is she no longer able to afford the high consultation fees?
Cheng Xinglang followed Zhu Qing's gaze and looked across the street—
Xu Mingyuan Psychological Clinic.
You moved here?
Zhu Qing glanced sideways: "You know each other?"
“I graduated from the same school as their doctors,” Cheng Xinglang said. “I’ve had dealings with them.”
Memories from many years ago resurfaced.
At that time, Cheng Xinglang tried hypnotherapy.
Ultimately, it did not succeed.
"Let's go." Sheng Fang turned her head and looked at Qingzi with a wronged expression. "Madam."
It's unclear whether Fangfang and Dr. Cheng accompanied Zhu Qing on this trip to investigate the case, or whether Zhu Qing accompanied them on a road trip.
The car finally started again.
Zhu Qing looked out the car window at the motorcycle's streamlined silhouette.
No wonder Shengfang was so happy, even she couldn't help but be moved.
Driving a car doesn't seem as convenient as riding a motorcycle.
She's really forgotten the pain once the wound heals; she's already forgotten the hard work of studying for her driver's license day and night, and now she actually wants to try something new.
Cheng Xinglang's profile was sculpted by the streetlights, creating a striking interplay of light and shadow.
A smile played on his lips: "Ready?"
"Huh?" Before Sheng Fang could react, the motorcycle had already entered the tunnel.
The dazzling tunnel lights swept by.
The little one in the back seat suddenly stretched out his short little arms: "Ahhh—"
My mouth was filled with the night wind.
The children are eating the wind, their cheeks bulging, they're full!
Cheng Xinglang in the front seat suddenly laughed.
He slightly raised his face, letting the wind ruffle the stray hairs on his forehead, and shouted along.
Zhu Qing looked at them and subtly curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.
A little genius unlike the one in the original story.
Another type of forensic pathologist, unlike those in the morgue who can accurately identify subcutaneous bleeding.
"Qingzai!" Sheng Fang turned around and cupped her hands into a small megaphone. "You eat the wind too!"
"Have something to eat!"
Dr. Cheng continued: "Ah—"
Fangfang continued, "Ah—"
Zhu Qing silently rolled up the car window.
"Hey, isn't it cool?" The young master peeked out with his little head as if it were commonplace. "The Four Heavenly Kings should reserve a spot for our Qingzai."
She was the fifth child.
The baby's sweet voice, uttering each word clearly, echoed through the tunnel: "So...cool!"
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