Chapter 52 Falling into Darkness...
Cheng Xinglang noticed that the child, who had been behaving obediently the whole time, quietly changed his way of addressing him as the drive neared its end.
I was calling him Dr. Cheng just now, but now I'm just casually saying "Hey."
Dr. Cheng didn't hold it against Sheng Fang, after all, he had been calling him "little devil" all along.
The motorcycle slowly slowed down, and Zhu Qing maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far. No one suggested going home.
After walking through the streets of Sham Shui Po, Cheng Xinglang led them to a street stall with familiarity.
"What is this?" the young master asked in a childish voice.
This is an old noodle stall. Besides his fondness for being a "department chief" at the police station, he also seems to enjoy wandering around, knowing every street stall like the back of his hand. The stall owner greets him warmly, clearly indicating that Dr. Cheng is a regular customer.
Even Zhu Qing had to admit that the fish porridge the last time was almost as good as Aunt Ping's. And now, they stood in front of the steaming tin bucket, the rich aroma of the broth filling the night air.
On the faded price list, chalk marks indicated the prices for extra ingredients.
Even standing on tiptoe and craning my neck, I couldn't see the small plates of ingredients in the counter, and suddenly I felt my little feet dangling in the air.
He was steadily supported by Dr. Cheng.
What do you want to eat?
The baby was suddenly lifted off the ground, at an unprecedented height.
Wow—I can breathe in the fresh air, it's so clean!
"Beef brisket and fish ball noodles!" Fangfang excitedly swung her little legs. "Add tripe, tendon, beef, and—"
When children speak, their eyes and brows radiate a lively spirit.
Zhu Qing pinched his babbling little mouth and pointed to the chalk writing in front of the stall: "It says here, you can add a maximum of three items."
Shengfang puffed out her cheeks, trying to break free, and wrinkled her nose, poised to come up with a new idea.
He was about to open his little mouth, but before he could, Zhu Qing patted his head.
"Are you a puppy? Trying to bite?"
What niece would call her uncle a puppy? This isn't the first time!
The child stands with hands on hips, giving a warning look.
Dr. Cheng: "Kid, you go and reserve a spot first."
Upon receiving the task, Shengfang immediately kicked her little feet and ran towards the empty table.
He sat upright on the plastic stool, observing his surroundings. He saw only adults, no children.
He was the only kid in the entire Sham Shui Po who had just finished driving around in the night breeze and was about to enjoy his cart noodles!
When the steaming bowl of noodles was served, the young master of the Sheng family, as always, was meticulous and carefully wiped the table with a tissue.
"Let's eat!" He eagerly grabbed the edge of the table, chopsticks and spoon already prepared, ready to slurp up the first bite of noodles.
Fangfang's little face was flushed from the steam.
It smells so good!
Cheng Xinglang looked at the bustling crowd in front of the stall.
Office workers who are working overtime until this late are scrambling to order food.
"Uncle, thick noodles with satay broth, and pig's blood!"
"Please drizzle more sauce over the fish balls!"
The stall owner seemed to have three heads and six arms, and could hear everything around him. He stirred the soup pot with a strainer in his hand, and drew a skillful arc in the air when ladling out the soup base.
"This stall has been here since I was a child," Dr. Cheng said with a smile.
Many years ago, Cheng Xinglang was still a child. He would secretly take his younger brother to a roadside stall with some money. After returning home, although the two brothers kept quiet, the curry sauce on their lips always betrayed them, and they would eventually have to stand against the wall as punishment. After all, it's hard for children to fool adults.
But what was called being punished by standing was really just the kids playing in a different place. As a child, Cheng Xinglang would press his face against the wall, fantasizing about mastering the art of walking through walls, but unfortunately, he still hasn't achieved that dream.
As the night breeze grew cooler, Fangfang's little bowl was empty.
He puffed out his cheeks, stuffing one fish ball into his mouth, then another, his little face turning round and chubby. Finally, he squinted his eyes and used his tiny teeth to bite the fish ball until it burst with juice, the delicious broth instantly filling his mouth.
At the moment of parting, the uncle and nephew said goodbye to Cheng Xinglang under the streetlights.
Returning to tranquility from the hustle and bustle, Fangfang blinked and watched Dr. Cheng walk away.
"Qingzai, it seems like he still wants to play with us."
"You still want to ride the motorcycle, don't you!"
"Of course not, I want to be with Qingzai..."
On the way home, the child and Qingzai held hands.
He swung his little hand high into the air and then brought it down heavily, enjoying it immensely.
"It felt like riding a roller coaster!"
Have you ever ridden a roller coaster?
"That's how it's portrayed on TV. Qingzai doesn't even know that."
They walked on each other's shadows until they reached home, at which point Zhu Qing remembered—
"I forgot to check the taxi company!"
The younger generation is pleased.
I never thought that Qingzai would be so engrossed in playing that she forgot about important matters!
"Is this fun?" Aunt Ping said with a smile as she ironed the school uniform. "Go more often when you have time."
Fangfang had already picked up her cell phone: "I'll call him and arrange to meet next time."
Zhu Qing raised her eyebrows.
The children clearly didn't want the motorcycle ride to end, and at this moment, Dr. Cheng's place in Fang Xin's heart was probably second only to her niece.
"Wrong." Sheng Fang mysteriously shook her index finger. "It's that motorcycle."
He held the cell phone in his hand, looking down to find a number.
Aunt Ping suppressed a laugh: "What is the young master going to say on the phone? He can't exactly say—'I miss your motorcycle so much.'"
"Xinglang." Sheng Fang held the cell phone to her ear, pretending to make a call.
He spoke solemnly, mimicking an adult's tone: "Time for tea!"
...
On Wednesday morning, Ms. Ji walked into the classroom with light steps, in a bright mood.
However, after morning exercises, her world collapsed.
Yesterday, Jinbao brought a large, heavy gold bar to the kindergarten, trying to bribe his English teacher, Fangfang. Teacher Ji was thankful that she discovered it early and successfully intercepted them during the transaction.
When school ended, Jinbao's mother arrived, and Teacher Ji spent a full half hour communicating with the parents tactfully about the child's money values education. The children who can attend this kindergarten all come from wealthy families, but the formation of their values cannot be taken lightly. It's said that Jinbao stole gold bars from the counter of the jewelry store at home. The shop assistant was terrified when he discovered it; if it weren't for the clear CCTV footage, he probably wouldn't have been able to defend himself.
At that time, Teacher Ji sat in the parent meeting room and patiently explained the situation. Fortunately, Jinbao's mother was understanding and eventually agreed to cooperate with the education.
After all this maneuvering, Teacher Ji was exhausted and had to rest all night at home to barely recover her energy.
As soon as she caught her breath, she looked up and saw—
The young master of the Sheng family took out a wad of cash from his schoolbag.
"I want to buy a computer for my niece," Sheng Fang said matter-of-factly.
The child wants to buy a computer for his niece.
Actually, using a card would be more convenient, but a few days ago he and Qingzai went to the bank to withdraw money to pay Aunt Ping's monthly salary. They accidentally withdrew too much, so they simply left it at home. Since they had cash at home, they decided to bring it directly to the kindergarten to save themselves another trip.
Teacher Ji felt a throbbing sensation in her temples.
She took a deep breath and tried to start with the most basic security awareness: "It's not safe to keep so much cash at home."
"Teacher," Sheng Fang exclaimed incredulously, "My niece is a police officer!"
Teacher Ji silently rubbed his forehead, and in the end, he could only let him guard the schoolbag by himself.
"Don't bring it again in the future," she instructed. "Keep it safe today."
Shengfang watched as Teacher Ji turned and left.
He had seen that expression, which was even more bitter than the herbal tea from the old lady's herbal tea stall in Mong Kok; it was the most familiar one to him.
John is the same way.
The adults are so pitiful; the pressure at work makes it impossible for them to even relax their brows.
Since the teacher has assigned the task, Shengfang will definitely complete it diligently.
He moved a stool and sat upright in front of the locker, guarding his schoolbag like a little security guard, with nothing else to do.
Later, Jinbao and Xiaoyesi also came over, but they had nothing to do either.
Three idle children sat in a row.
"I went for a ride on my electric scooter yesterday..."
"Fangfang, can you take me with you next time?"
"sure."
"I want one too!"
“No problem, the three of us will sit together on the back of Xinglang’s motorcycle.”
Beautiful images floated into Fangfang's mind.
Dr. Cheng rode his motorcycle, and the three of them followed behind in a line, swaying and staggering.
Just thinking about it makes me want to have fun.
"Just thinking about it gives me a headache." Not far away, Teacher Ji muttered to her teaching assistant.
“Don’t worry,” the teaching assistant said. “He will keep an eye on the money himself. We can just remind his parents after school.”
Teacher Ji nodded.
However, when it was time for nap time, she herself became the one in charge of guarding this "huge sum of money".
Since the start of the school year, the young master of the Sheng family has never taken a nap at kindergarten.
But today he wasn't on patrol; for the first time ever, he was lying on his small bed.
Fangfang's chubby little hands gripped the fence: "Good afternoon."
...
Zhu Qing reported her and Zeng Yongshan's latest discovery to Mo Sir.
"Mr. Mok, this is the information we just retrieved from the Housing Department."
Mo Zhenbang took the file bag: "Did the deceased's grandfather leave her a house?"
“You Yikang’s income is not low, but he has to support his family. If you add the mortgage, the pressure is not small.”
"The deceased, You Minmin, could have inherited the house simply by relying on her will, which is his motive for murder."
Mo Zhenbang pondered for a moment: "What about that client surnamed Chen? How's the investigation going?"
“He left Hong Kong the day after meeting with Yau Yat-hong. International calls to him went unanswered, and he didn’t reply to emails.”
"However, we just found out that he may be staying with relatives overseas."
This clue was a completely unexpected find.
Mr. Chen's secretary casually mentioned that he might visit his cousins on his business trip, and it was through this connection that things finally started to look promising.
"Still haven't been able to get in touch?"
"Then I'll really hit him?" Zhu Qing agreed immediately.
Mo Zhenbang stood by her the whole time she was on the phone.
Hearing the agitated voice on the other end, he coughed lightly. He had forgotten which country Mr. Chen was in, but it sounded like it was late at night there.
She tilted her head, held the phone receiver between her fingers, and quickly jotted down key information.
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Chen sounded impatient and angry.
"Do you even know what time it is? I've been working overtime until now, and I've just finally gotten to bed!"
"I left at 9:45 that night, I remember it very clearly, because there was a ball game at 10 o'clock, and I was rushing home to watch it."
"That guy surnamed You talks a lot of nonsense, just spouting useless things. I can't be bothered to listen. Cooperation? Of course, we need to find a big company. Are we going to wait for him to slowly get started? I'm not running a charity!"
"Have you finished asking your questions? Calling at this hour, or I'll file a complaint against you—"
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Qing exclaimed in surprise, "You Yikang's alibi really doesn't hold up to scrutiny!"
Mo Zhenbang was about to laugh.
Who gets their eyes light up after being scolded?
With a click, Haozai and Xu Jiale pushed open the door and came in.
"The record store customer who had argued with the deceased couldn't provide an alibi, so we thought we had a chance," Haozai said. "But when we followed that lead, we found that he had checked into a hotel that night, and there was a registration record. His wife was there just now, and the two of them got into a fight, causing a huge commotion."
Xu Jiale added with great interest: "You didn't see that scene. His face turned red and then pale, like he was changing his expression!"
Normally, this kind of gossip would definitely spark heated discussions.
But at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on You Yikang.
Could it be that after all this trouble, the murderer is still him?
Not long after, Zeng Yongshan rushed back.
“You Yikang contacted a real estate agent about two weeks ago,” she said urgently. “He had someone appraise the price of my grandfather’s house!”
"The house belongs to his sister, so why did he hire someone to appraise its value? Given the tense relationship between the siblings, there's no way You Minmin would voluntarily give up inheriting the house. She wasn't even dead yet, so why was he in such a hurry?"
"This is clearly a plan."
"Anyway, there's no dispute that he's fixated on his sister's property."
"Could it be that after the client left, he rushed to Weijiao Street to commit murder, and then returned to Lan Kwai Fong to continue drinking alone? The bar owner and waiters only remembered that there was always a man in the corner, and they didn't pay attention to what time he left or what time he came back."
Mo Zhenbang's expression hardened: "Continue the investigation. If the murderer is You Yikang, given the distance between Lan Kwai Fong and Sai Wan, he could not possibly have left the scene on foot. He must have traveled by car."
"Minibus, bus, taxi..."
“Especially taxi drivers, after committing murder, panic and will choose the fastest means of transportation to return to Lan Kwai Fong to create an alibi.”
Mo Zhenbang gave the order, and all officers of the Major Crimes Unit B split up and took action.
Inside the CID office, they came and went in a hurry.
But every time someone came back, they would shake their head.
Taxi companies, minibus routes, bus drivers, passengers...
There were no clues at all.
You Yikang has been identified as a suspect, but there is no substantial evidence; it is all just speculation.
They still cannot convict the person.
"How did he do that?" Haozai scratched his head.
“Even if he can fly, he still has to leave a trace!” Mo Zhenbang said firmly. “Continue investigating. I don’t believe he can really do it flawlessly.”
...
A new, high-class member has been added to the vibrant children's room.
After school in the afternoon, he excitedly dragged Aunt Ping straight to the Golden Computer Centre in Sham Shui Po, and with a wave of his hand, he bought a top-of-the-line computer. When the young master pulled out a wad of cash from his schoolbag, the shop assistants immediately provided high-standard service. The complicated procedures such as computer assembly, network connection, and debugging were not a worry for him and Aunt Ping; the young man and the old woman could simply wait patiently.
As he was leaving, his gaze was drawn to the wide array of game discs on the shelf.
"Young master, what do you want to buy?"
“Monopoly!” Sheng Fang held up the colorful box, the cartoon character on the cover sparkling.
This is Monopoly 2, which the shop assistant highly recommended. They said it's simple, fun, and perfect for smart kids.
The colorful images on the CD alone were enough to captivate Shengfang, and the young master paid without hesitation.
At the time, Aunt Ping was thinking, "Can such a young child really understand how to play this?"
But now, she stood in the children's room, dumbfounded. The little boy's hands deftly manipulated the mouse, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.
Aunt Ping tried it too, but the mouse just wouldn't obey her commands. The cursor moved nimbly, but always just flashed past where she wanted to click.
On the computer screen, the colorful game map resembled a fairy tale world.
It's like watching an animated film. The young master chooses a character, and the character moves across the small squares on the map according to the number rolled on the dice.
"So this is a video game?" Aunt Ping said.
She bent down and adjusted her reading glasses: "Is this you? Why did you choose a girl?"
"This is Madam Qian!" As soon as Sheng Fang finished speaking, Madam Qian's signature laughter echoed through the game, "She'll be laughing in her dreams tonight—"
The little one immediately followed suit, saying in a childish voice, "I'll be smiling in my dreams tonight!"
Kids will be kids. I promised to upgrade my niece's investigative equipment, but I started playing with it myself first.
In the evening, Zhu Qing called home to say she had to work overtime. Aunt Ping had initially thought that, given how hard the young master was working, she would have to sit in front of the computer and feed him. However, to her surprise, he remembered the good habits his niece had instilled in him. When it was time to eat, Fang Fang rushed to the table, quickly finished his meal, and then hurriedly returned to his computer.
Aunt Ping recalled what Zhu Qing usually said.
Children shouldn't watch TV for too long, as it hurts their eyes, and the same goes for computer screens. So for the past few hours, she'd become a human alarm clock, urging her son to get up every half hour and stand by the window to look into the distance.
At 10 p.m., when Zhu Qing dragged her tired steps home, cheerful game sounds were coming from the children's room.
"Qingzai!"
The blooming flower resembles a small rocket, rushing towards us with a "pop-pop" sound.
"Qingzai! Qingzai! We bought a computer!"
"How about we play games together?"
"It's Monopoly!"
Zhu Qing rubbed his little head: "Little millionaire playing Monopoly?"
There was an undisguised frustration in her voice.
They investigated all day without any progress. They knew You Yikang had problems, but without solid evidence, they could do nothing except detain him for forty-eight hours as required by regulations.
How did he get to Sai Wan, and how did he come back?
The officers from the Major Crimes Unit have been following this case all along, and their emotions have been fluctuating.
The resentful words in the deceased's diary lingered in my mind. In her final moments, warm memories held her captive; she clearly didn't want to die.
You Minmin could have lived a good life.
"Qingzai?"
Shengfang tilted her head back and blinked at her.
"I'm a little tired." Zhu Qing forced a smile. "I'm going to rest now."
"Okay," Fangfang said softly.
His little shoulders slumped instantly, and he slowly walked towards the children's room, his disappointment evident even on the back of his head.
Ever since they bought the computer, Shengfang had been eagerly anticipating Qingzai's return home. Especially when he was engrossed in his games, he longed for his niece to join him—he wanted to share the experience…
But Qingzai is very busy.
The flowers drooped their heads.
Suddenly, Zhu Qing's voice rang out from behind.
"How do I play the game you're talking about?" she said. "I don't know how. Teach me."
Shengfang suddenly turned around, her eyes wide open, and she bounced up like a little spring: "Yay!"
"However, you can only play for twenty minutes."
"Qingzai, there's a carnival tomorrow morning, but we have the afternoon off!"
Have you forgotten?
"Who said that?" Zhu Qing said without changing her expression, pretending that she hadn't forgotten. "Anyway, there are no kids who are still 'staying up late' at ten o'clock."
Now, no matter what her niece says, Fangfang will listen.
He was a well-behaved little lamb, nodding his head obediently, and holding Zhu Qing's hand as he placed it on the mouse.
Aunt Ping was completely confused by the rules of the game.
But Zhu Qing understood immediately.
"The character you chose is Princess Sarah," Sheng Fang introduced in a serious tone.
This crown-wearing character is willful, capricious, and capricious; her name is Princess Sarah.
As the game progressed, Zhu Qing's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"What is this?" she asked, pointing to the card interface that suddenly popped up.
"Chance and Destiny Cards!" Sheng Fang excitedly commanded, "Click here to draw cards!"
Zhu Qing clicked the mouse.
The card she drew flipped over—
Aunt Ping leaned closer and read aloud: "I've met an old boatman friend. He'll give you a free ride. Move forward three squares."
She laughed, "You're so lucky!"
The "splashing" rowing sound effect is very realistic.
One, two, three... the three squares were settled, and the role she had chosen came to a stop.
Zhu Qing stared intently at the screen, then suddenly her eyes widened: "It's a ferry!"
Shengfang was very careful, afraid of triggering Qingzai's "trigger" to make her go to sleep.
At this moment, she suddenly exclaimed, startling the young master.
What's wrong?
The next second, his little face was cupped in Zhu Qing's hands.
"Thank you so much, Fangfang! You've been a huge help!"
The figure in front of the computer disappeared in a flash. Before Sheng Fang could react, Zhu Qing had already rushed off to make a phone call.
The little boy, acting like a little adult, shrugged at Aunt Ping: "I've gone too far in investigating cases."
Zhu Qing's excited voice came from the living room.
"Inspector Mok, it's a private ferry!"
“You can easily take a fishing boat from Sai Wan Pier to Central, and walk back to the bar in just three minutes!”
Inside the room, the young master rested his chin on his hand and continued playing his game.
Fangfang's lips curled up high, her face full of pride.
His niece must be the smartest person in the world!
...
Morning light streamed through the window, and Bobo sat on the floor playing with his toys.
Even if you tidy up the house diligently when you have a child, it still looks messy. When You Yikang pulled his son out from under the sofa, he was both annoyed and amused, and dusted the dust off him.
“Daddy—” Bobo’s little hand was clutching a crumpled piece of paper.
You Yikang's eyes narrowed, and he quickly bent down to snatch it and stuff it into his pocket.
He said curtly, "Don't climb under the sofa again next time."
His wife, Wen Qiu, came out of the kitchen carrying a freshly prepared bottle of milk.
"Dad, Mom, let's go out for a walk to clear our heads after this is over."
"Minmin is gone, but those who are alive must look forward. Staying cooped up at home all the time is not a solution."
Mr. and Mrs. You sat at the dining table, their eyes vacant as they stared at the spot where their daughter usually sat.
In a daze, I felt as if my daughter was still sitting there eating. She was always quiet and rarely picked at her plate. As her grandparents, they were busy taking care of the boisterous Bobo, and neither of them paid much attention to her.
"Why did she commit suicide..." Mother You murmured, "and then try to frame your brother..."
These days, my parents are always like this.
You Yikang was already used to it. He quietly told his wife to keep an eye on things, straightened his tie, and picked up his briefcase: "I'm going to work."
He opened the door and suddenly froze.
Behind her, You's mother mustered her spirits and said, "The pomelo leaves aren't ready yet. We'll get rid of the bad luck when you get off work."
You Yikang could no longer hear what his mother was saying.
Three police officers blocked the doorway, holding up their badges.
“Mr. You Yikang, we now suspect you are involved in a murder case.”
"You have the right to remain silent—"
You Yikang's heart was pounding, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He forced a smile and said, trying to appear calm: "It's the same old story. They can't find the real culprit, so they just arrest and convict people arbitrarily?"
“At 10:45 p.m. on Tuesday,” the police interrupted him, “you fled the scene on a private fishing boat at the Sai Wan Pier.”
"The ship owner has identified you." Uncle Li took a step closer. "Please cooperate with the investigation."
The mother staggered over, her withered fingers gripping her son's sleeve tightly.
"Didn't they say Minmin committed suicide? Last time they even said she committed suicide to frame Yikang!"
"Don't wrong an innocent person! My son loves his sister the most. Yikang, explain yourself!"
Before he could finish speaking, Bobo suddenly grabbed the hem of his father's suit jacket.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the child pulled the crumpled piece of paper from You Yikang's pocket.
He imitated his father's actions, crumpling the paper tightly, frowning, and then crumpling it again in a fit of pique.
Wen Qiu bent down to pick up the crumpled paper, and the moment she unfolded it, her face turned deathly pale.
That was a letter sent by my uncle.
This was the letter that You Minmin had been searching for in the study. By a twist of fate, Bobo had stuffed it into the toy bucket, and it had rolled under the sofa.
“Yi Kang.” Wen Qiu’s voice trembled. “What exactly happened? Explain it to the officer.”
You Yikang lowered his head.
How could his family, who lived with him day and night, not notice his abnormality? The room was eerily quiet, and Mr. and Mrs. You stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
They always say their son loves his sister the most, they always say they never show favoritism, and they always say Minmin has a dark personality...
It was as if they had given everything, but she didn't appreciate it.
The older brother is very good to his younger sister, but she always pushes him away and, with her stubborn personality, criticizes him. This is what their parents say, and this is what they believe, as if all the blame lies with their ungrateful daughter.
When they learned that You Minmin had plotted to "frame" her brother, they weren't even surprised. After all, that's just the kind of person she is—psychologically twisted, and had always misunderstood her brother.
Ironically, in the end, the sister's suspicions turned out to be not a "misunderstanding".
You Yikang really did kill You Minmin.
With a crisp sound, the two elderly people witnessed the police handcuffing their son.
The handcuffs locked You Yikang's wrists.
Turbid tears streamed down her cheeks, and Youmu suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching sob.
Bobo was so frightened that he burrowed into his mother's arms, his sharp cries echoing through the rented room.
...
The interrogation room was brightly lit.
You Yikang sat in the interrogation chair with his hands tightly handcuffed.
He stared at the handcuffs, his hands clasped together, his knuckles white from the force of the grip.
Uncle Li tapped the table: "Confess the details of the crime."
The police considered that You Yikang might not confess so easily. He would probably try to find excuses to defend himself, after all, this cunning suspect hadn't given anything away in his previous dealings with the police.
Unexpectedly, after a long silence, You Yikang spoke, his voice hoarse.
"I begged her."
You Yikang raised his head, his face terribly pale, his eyes lifeless, as if he couldn't even understand how he had come to this.
"I only realized how difficult life is after we got married. My wife and I have argued countless times about the house. My parents living with us is already the biggest concession she has made. My wife has emphasized that this is her bottom line, but she cannot accept not having her own place."
"Did your wife not know you didn't own a house before you got married?"
“At the time, she didn’t expect that living with my parents and sister would cause so much trouble. They often had disagreements. My wife is outspoken, and Minmin is always like that—they just couldn’t get along.”
“After we moved out, we couldn’t take good care of the child, so my parents moved in too. In fact, it’s like… we gave the house to Minmin.”
“I was also thinking about how to solve the problem. I originally planned to let Minmin rent a place to live. But unexpectedly, her grandfather passed away, leaving her a house.”
Yu Yikang reiterated, "I really did beg her."
His voice grew softer and softer.
"I said, what would a girl like her need a house for?"
“I know she feels her parents are biased. But that’s their problem, what does it have to do with me? Haven’t I been good enough to her since we were little?”
You Yikang lowered his gaze.
That day, he ran all over the city just to buy his sister's favorite white sugar cake from her childhood. He bought it and happily delivered it to the record store, only to be met with an even fiercer argument.
You Yikang forgot what they had argued about, only remembering that in the end, You Minmin stood in the wind.
It was a cold winter, and the biting wind shattered her accusations. She repeated, "Everything belongs to my brother now, and now he's even trying to take the house away?"
"Minmin has never been one to argue since she was little..."
“I can give her anything, but I desperately need that house.”
Uncle Li interrupted his recollection: "Was it premeditated murder?"
You Yikang shook his head.
After his conversation with President Chen broke down that night, he drank alone.
You Yikang finished the whole pack of cigarettes. He went out to buy more and told the waiter not to clean his table yet, as he would be back.
But as soon as he stepped out of the bar, the cool autumn breeze sent a shiver down his spine. You Yikang was jolted awake; drinking alone wouldn't help, he had to find a way to solve the problem.
Actually, his income is not low; as long as he doesn't buy a house, it's enough for him.
Once the housing problem is solved, he can relax a lot, and everything will be alright.
"I was walking alone in Lan Kwai Fong when I saw a bus that was going to Sai Wan."
Police checked all buses that passed through Lan Kwai Fong during that time period that night, but neither the drivers nor the passengers had any recollection of Yau Yat Hong.
Bus drivers carry so many passengers every day, and the passengers in the carriage are all drowsy, so no one pays special attention to a man in a suit.
"My sister and I have argued about this more than once."
“Minmin can’t even speak clearly, and when she’s angry, she just keeps it to herself… Except for that one time when she looked for my uncle’s letter in my room and couldn’t find it, everyone accused her of being paranoid. They said, how could I possibly contact my uncle in private?”
“I went back to the old house in Sai Wan because I wanted to have a proper talk with Minmin again. She can stay in the house on Wei Kok Street as long as she wants, I have no objection. Even if she gets married in the future, she can still come back to live here anytime, as long as Mom and Dad don’t mind, Wenqiu and I won’t say anything.”
"But Grandpa's house must be given to me."
You Yikang said that You Minmin rejected him many times for this house.
Actually, he didn't have high expectations.
However, when the door opened, he walked into the room.
Suddenly, I heard struggling and choking sounds coming from the bathroom.
His movements became increasingly gentle.
later--
You Yikang closed his eyes: "I think, let's leave it at that. It's better for all of us if she dies."
The interrogation room was silent for a few seconds.
"Do you regret it?" Zeng Yongshan asked.
You Yikang's shoulders slumped slightly. He nodded, then shook his head.
These past few days, he's been enduring immense inner turmoil. Was it really worth killing his sister for a house?
It wasn't until the police told him that You Minmin had staged the scene of her suicide and even tried to frame him—
His self-blame finally found an outlet.
He no longer felt guilty.
After all, You Minmin wanted him dead, didn't she? He just happened to be one step ahead of her.
In the interrogation room, You Yikang lowered his head dejectedly.
“Isn’t she right?” he said. “She definitely has a problem…”
Zeng Yongshan took a deep breath: "No matter what, you shouldn't have killed anyone."
Zhu Qing stood behind the one-way glass, quietly observing everything.
The dead cannot be brought back to life. She didn't care whether the murderer repented or not. She just wanted to know what You Minmin had gone through in the past year.
Why is her condition getting worse? Why is she becoming more and more silent?
In the end, why did she choose to end everything in this way?
Did something happen that caused that girl to gradually fall into darkness?
"Zhu Qing." Liang Qikai walked into the observation room.
Inspector Leung told her that Sheng Fang had brought over a thermos.
During the tea and fruit time at the kindergarten's garden party, he personally made sweet soup and generously invited all his colleagues to drink it.
"Fangfang is here?"
Inspector Leung: "Now they've left again."
He paused, then added, "I heard he went to the forensic lab."
...
Not only did Sheng Fang treat the CID agents to sweet soup, but he also remembered to give a portion to his colleagues in the forensic and identification departments.
However, he didn't expect that he hadn't brought enough sugar water. After pouring out the last portion from the thermos, it was empty, and he couldn't visit any more offices.
Of all the colleagues the young master knew at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, only Cheng Xinglang knew how to enjoy life.
His office chair was the most comfortable; the little one sat on it, his short legs swinging leisurely.
Dr. Cheng was busy, and when he returned, he was holding a document in his hand.
He casually placed it on his desk.
A child peered over and asked, "What's this?"
"The Hong Kong Medical Association's 10th Anniversary Symposium," Cheng Xinglang said. "Those who wish to participate, please fill out the registration form."
This is a list of cross-disciplinary medical professional networking events, with participation from physicians from major hospitals in Hong Kong.
For example, forensic doctors, psychologists, surgeons, etc., regularly hold academic exchanges.
The form was categorized, and to get Dr. Cheng to accompany him, Ben even categorized the form and ticked off the groups for his alumni with a pen.
The children went over to look and discovered that Ben was making marks.
The baby tilted his head: "This number—"
After knocking twice, Zhu Qing pushed open the slightly ajar office door.
"Dr. Cheng, is it ready?"
"It's a social gathering," Ben said with a grin in the office, drawing out the words. "There are plenty of single doctors out there."
Cheng Xinglang glanced at him indifferently: "Don't drag me into this."
"He's here." After saying this, Dr. Cheng pointed to Shengfang.
Zhu Qing entered the office and saw that the child was still studying the registration form.
"Are you interested?" Ben winked at him. "Uncle will take you."
Young Master and Ben are probably just incompatible by nature; he doesn't want to pay any attention to what Ben is saying.
He stared at the list for a while and said, "Qingzai, I've seen this number on a piece of paper at home."
Just last night, Zhu Qing threw the deceased You Minmin's communication records on the coffee table.
When Fangfang came back, he saw this list.
Although the original storyline says that Fangfang is a little genius.
but……
Zhu Qing: "A long string of numbers, all digits, how could anyone possibly remember it at a glance?"
Shengfang shook her head, her sweet little voice firm: "This number is very similar to Coco's birthday."
Zhu Qing was taken aback.
She doesn't have a birthday.
But Coco has a birthday. Shengfang searched for a long time and even asked Aunt Ping to find out. Then she memorized the date.
He plans to celebrate his niece's birthday later.
The little genius's thinking is very organized—
"The last four digits of this number are the same as your birthday."
The pager number, which has eight digits, is the same as Zhu Qing's birthday; it's just a coincidence.
"Look if you don't believe me!" Sheng Fang stood on tiptoe and handed her the list of the Physicians Association.
Zhu Qing felt a lump in her throat as she watched the children silently remember her birthday, her eyes glancing at the list.
Her gaze paused, and she frowned slightly.
Police thoroughly investigated all of Yu Minmin's call records for the month before her death, verifying each number one by one.
However, not all phone numbers are registered under real names, and some cannot be identified or remembered, making them impossible to trace.
Some phone records showing only a brief interaction were not investigated by the police because they occurred far in time from Yu Minmin's death.
Now, with Shengfang's reminder, Zhu Qing has located the phone owner's name.
"Is it him?" She took the list of attendees for the 10th anniversary seminar.
Xu Mingyuan —
You Minmin's psychologist.
He had used his personal number to call the deceased.
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