Chapter 48 "Want to come home and play with me?"
The little kid is something else; he's learned to play the victim, a tiny figure, sitting alone at his workstation, eating a pineapple pie.
It looks just like a lonely old man.
Zhu Qing was speechless on the spot.
Is Fangfang sad? I've heard that children's hearts are the most fragile. If you accidentally hurt them, they might cry silently in their room late at night.
She reached out and tugged at the child's clothes.
That's not what I meant.
Don't misunderstand.
"Understood." The young master turned his head to look out the window and sighed softly, "Don't worry about me, I can calm down by myself."
Let the children solve problems in a mature, adult way.
He turned around in disbelief when the sound of writing came from behind him.
She told Qingzai to leave him alone, and she really did not care; she was still so heartless.
Zhu Qing had no idea where Fangfang's thought process had gone this time.
Anyway, she herself has refocused her attention on the case.
The words that had just been rubbed with a pencil were sometimes blurry and difficult to decipher, and sometimes clear and legible. Zhu Qing copied them down with complete concentration, trying to reconstruct the few words left by the deceased.
The childlike, colorful plastic bracelet on her slender wrist swayed gently as she wrote, yet the pen tip remained steady and powerful.
Take a bite of this crispy pineapple pie, chew, chew, chew—
Our Qingzai truly lives up to her reputation as a professional madam!
The page that Zhu Qing copied down contained at least three hundred words, with many blank spaces filled with illegible handwriting. However, she did not fill in the blanks haphazardly.
Unlike the previous cautious complaints, this time the deceased's writing was filled with anger. Although the specific reasons were not stated, the words all pointed to the conclusion in the last sentence.
"He's going to kill me."
Why such a fierce accusation?
"Let's do a jigsaw puzzle!" Sheng Fang said.
"What?"
Fangfang lay on her workstation, her bright eyes fixed on this page of the diary.
Qingzai was playing a jigsaw puzzle game, with the blank spaces filled with pieces to be completed. Only when each piece was in place could the clues be fully revealed.
"Perhaps by then..." Zhu Qing mused, "the truth will come to light?"
Worried that closing the diary would accelerate the healing of the creases on the paper, Zhu Qing deliberately left the diary open.
Tsang Wing-shan, Leung Sir, and Ho Jai were responsible for bringing people back for questioning. Mok Chun-pong frequently went in and out of the office, the sound of his heels hitting the floor rapid and forceful. Clearly, he was just as anxious.
The other colleagues are still discussing the contents of this page of the diary.
"He wanted to kill me... This 'he' probably doesn't refer to Chui Shui Hui."
"Definitely not, otherwise why would her parents tear out this page?"
"Before he died, he wrote down that 'he' wanted to kill me. This 'he' is 99% likely the murderer—"
Mo Zhenbang returned from the printing room, clutching a document in his hand.
"Zhu Qing, go down and see what's going on. Why haven't they arrived yet?"
"Yes, sir!"
That sweet, childlike voice, deliberately trying to be cute, was naturally not made by Zhu Qing.
PC8888 put her little hands to her temples, stood at attention to receive the order, and dragged her niece downstairs in a flurry.
He ate a lot and had been wanting to go downstairs to digest for a while.
The open-air parking lot in the backyard of the police station building was filled with vehicles.
Besides private cars and official vehicles, what attracts children's attention even more are rows and rows of police motorcycles.
"Qingzai! Qingzai! It's a police motorcycle!"
"It was shown on TV; the senior students from the Ministry of Transportation all rode bicycles!"
Shengfang gathered in front of a motorcycle.
He touched the accelerator with his little hand and leaned his body to the left, mimicking the tilting of a car when cornering.
Leaning to the left isn't enough; you also have to lean to the right. Let the child's body lean completely to the right, as if he were navigating a narrow alley, drifting out of the alley and forcing the suspect to stop.
Just turning the handle isn't enough.
Sheng Fang looked at her niece expectantly: "Qingzai, can I—"
"They're back!" Zhu Qing saw the police car driving into the police station building.
They arrived.
As Zhu Qing quickened her pace to meet her, little Sheng Fang stood on tiptoe, clinging to the heavy motorcycle.
"Little brat."
Fang Fang looked up in frustration. Who was so inconsiderate?
Don't you know the young master doesn't like to hear this?
Just as Dr. Cheng was leaving get off work, he walked over with his car keys in hand and happened to see a familiar little boy clinging to a police motorcycle.
The motorcycle is very heavy. If you stand on tiptoe and lie on it, it's very easy to lose your balance. If you get crushed by a falling motorcycle, you'll probably turn into a little meat patty.
Cheng Xinglang steadied the car: "Danger."
With someone helping to hold the motorcycle, Shengfang became even more unrestrained, exerting no effort at all and hanging completely on the motorcycle.
“…” Cheng Xinglang laughed, “Be careful, or I’ll tell on you.”
Shengfang glanced back, still hanging securely: "Madam is very busy."
Zhu Qing is currently handling matters related to the You Minmin case.
Yu Minmin's parents were taken back to the police station to assist with the investigation. The two kept their heads down, as if they wanted to say something, but were reminded to wait until the formal statement was taken before speaking.
"Inspector Mo has already arranged the interrogation room," Zhu Qing said.
"Then let's get started quickly," Haozai urged. "It's almost dark, don't stay up until the middle of the night again."
Zhu Qing told the children to follow, and only then did she notice that Dr. Cheng was present.
Fangfang's eyes were already shining like light bulbs.
"Really? Can you ride?"
"You have a motorcycle license plate!"
"Shall we go for a drive now?"
Dr. Cheng glanced at his watch: "I have other things to do."
Zhu Qing was still looking in their direction when she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder.
Liang Qikai was holding a shopping bag from a children's store.
“I just passed by Causeway Bay, and they went to buy boxed lunches. I happened to see the children’s store.”
"I heard from the children that you were going to buy glow-in-the-dark stars tonight, so I brought them back for you."
In a casual moment, Inspector Leung helped Zhu Qing solve a major problem.
That torn-out page from the diary is a crucial clue, and she wondered how late the entire team would have to work to find it… She didn't want to disappoint Fangfang—
"Thank you." Zhu Qing reached into her pocket. "Here's the money."
Liang Qikai noticed that her eyes lit up when she saw the glow-in-the-dark star sticker.
Clear and sparkling.
But the next second, she stuffed the money into his hand.
“No need—” Liang Sir wanted to decline, but Zhu Qing had already turned around to urge Sheng Fang to hurry up.
Zhu Qing didn't know the price of the glow-in-the-dark star stickers, and there was no receipt in the bag.
But her wealthy uncle had previously said that it was never wrong to give more.
Right now, the young millionaire is pestering Cheng Xinglang, trying to persuade him for some unknown reason.
When will you be free?
"Let's make another appointment, Dr. Cheng!"
This was the first time Zhu Qing had heard Fang Fang use such a serious name for him.
His lips curved down, and his dark, grape-like eyes blinked. Although they weren't exactly watery, they were still so cute that it was hard to resist them.
Sure enough, even Dr. Cheng lost his composure.
"Will I call you when I have time?"
Fangfang nodded quickly: "Call me!"
As Qingzai pulled him away, Shengfang realized that his words were not precise enough, so he turned around and made a phone call gesture next to his ear.
"Call my niece!"
...
In two adjacent interrogation rooms, You Minmin's parents were being questioned separately.
Zhu Qing still clearly remembers that the first time she met You Minmin's mother was on Wei Kok Street in Sai Wan.
She collapsed in front of the paper offering shop, weeping bitterly, a faded obituary hanging above her head. By then, You's mother had long since forgotten about such taboos; the devastating news of her daughter's death had completely broken her.
“Minmin has always been a good child. No matter how many times you ask me, I will still say the same thing.”
“At that time, my husband and I were both very busy with work, especially Minmin’s father, who often had to travel for work.”
“Yikang was weak when he was a child, and now Bobo is just like his father, often getting sick.”
Perhaps due to the oppressive atmosphere of the police station, Yu's mother was somewhat nervous, and her statement was disorganized.
She explained to the two officers that when they were young, her in-laws were too busy making a living to take care of their two children. They should have kept their young daughter with them, but their son was frail and sickly and needed frequent medical treatment. They were worried that their elderly parents wouldn't be able to handle it, so they had no choice but to keep their son with them to take care of him.
“Minmin was raised by her grandparents. Back then, we would come back once a year, and whenever we did, we would spend all our time with our daughter.”
“At first there was nothing unusual... but gradually we found that the old man’s parenting methods were problematic. Minmin became excessively quiet and introverted, not just like a little girl being quiet, but more like she was complaining about us.”
“She always thinks the worst of us. Maybe the grandparents said something they shouldn’t have while taking care of the child. You young people might not understand—some grandparents always say things like ‘Mom and Dad don’t want you anymore’ to the children. I know we shouldn’t blame her grandparents, but it’s true that because of this, Minmin has become much more distant from us.”
After years of hard work, not only had they not made any money, but they had also raised their daughter to be like this, which made You Minmin's parents feel very guilty. So when Minmin was ten years old, they took her back to live with them.
Sometimes, You Minmin's parents are also puzzled as to whether their daughter's personality is formed by growth and change or is innate.
After bringing her home, they were always very careful in their interactions with their daughter. What were just trivial matters of daily life became enormous grievances in the eyes of the overly sensitive You Minmin.
Haozai lowered his head to record the statement, then glanced at You's mother. He could understand her thoughts, because he had already sensed something amiss about this.
Yu Minmin seems to have an innate ability to misinterpret other people's good intentions. She assumes that the dress and lipstick her sister-in-law gave her were unwanted, and she gets angry with her two-year-old when her parents let her nephew play in the bathtub. Even when her record store colleague Arou kindly reminds her to be wary of Chui Shui Hui, she turns around and tells him, and even mocks Arou's boyfriend, saying that he's no better.
This has happened more than once.
The diary is made up of fragmented pieces that depict You Minmin's daily life, and similar situations are commonplace.
“Actually, I secretly read Minmin’s diary.” Yu’s mother admitted awkwardly, “I know this child is deep and never tells us what’s on her mind, but the more I read, the more heartbroken I became… We always thought she was so well-behaved, but in fact she hid her blame and suspicion in her diary.”
"No matter how much we love her, she will always feel that we treat her badly."
“I often joke with Yikang that it would be better to give birth to a piece of char siu than to give birth to him—but I would never dare to say such a thing to Minmin, because she would take it seriously.”
"So the page of the diary you tore out was about the conflict between You Minmin and her brother?" Zhu Qing asked.
Mother You nodded: "She wrote too much, so we..."
...
At that moment, in another interrogation room, You's father took out the page of the diary from his pocket.
“When we went home to get our documents, we secretly read her diary, just like we always do.”
“This page was so horrible that we secretly tore it out and took it home when the officers weren’t looking.”
"But these are Minmin's belongings after all. She's gone now, so they're a keepsake. We can't bear to burn them."
You's father recalled that three days before the incident, You Minmin and You Yikang had a heated argument.
The incident began when You Minmin came to her elder brother's house for dinner and secretly looked through the letters and receipts in his study. When You Yikang discovered this, he severely reprimanded her.
“She’s been like this since she was little. When her brother helped her fix her bicycle, she fell down and immediately assumed that her brother had deliberately loosened the chain.”
“The whole family has bought toys for Bobo, but Minmin hasn’t… That day was Bobo’s birthday, and Yikang bought her a toy and told her that it was a gift from her aunt… I didn’t expect her to think that her brother and sister-in-law were deliberately trying to embarrass her.”
“Actually, Yikang has suffered a lot of grievances over the years. He also knows that when he was a child, it was because of his health condition that his younger sister could not live with us, so he has always been tolerant of her. Until that day, she was suspicious and looked through the receipts again, and Yikang finally couldn’t bear it anymore.”
Mr. You said that the argument that day was unusually intense, and You Minmin, who was usually very tolerant, became hysterical and accused the whole family.
Especially her brother.
Zeng Yongshan interjected, "Because she had just 'broken up' with Xie Donghui that day."
Mr. You was taken aback.
He shook his head and said, "I don't know. Minmin never tells us these things... It was her older brother who felt sorry for her. That day, he went to the record store to bring her the white sugar cake that she loved as a child, and he happened to see them together. Actually, Yikang really loves Minmin, but she never believes it."
“Minmin always exaggerates when she talks. It’s normal for siblings to quarrel, but she covered her ears and screamed, saying that her brother was going to kill her.”
“How could I kill her? She was having an emotional breakdown and was just saying things in anger.”
“Bobo was so scared that he cried. A-Qiu—my daughter-in-law—quickly carried Bobo downstairs. They didn’t dare to go home until Minmin went back.”
Mr. You said they didn't know why their daughter had become like this.
He and his wife tore up the diary not to protect the "murderer," but simply to protect their family.
“We took the diary because we were afraid you’d misunderstand,” Mr. You said in a hoarse voice. “How did things escalate to this point…”
...
After professional comparison by the forensic department, the torn page of the diary matched You Minmin's diary perfectly in terms of paper fibers, ink composition, and writing marks.
"The testimonies of the deceased's parents are also highly consistent."
“You Minmin accused You Yikang in her diary, but her parents saw it as just a sibling dispute. They were worried that it would attract too much attention from the police, so they tore out that page of the diary because they thought it was better to avoid trouble.”
"Actually, I can understand; it's to avoid any unnecessary complications—"
Mo Zhenbang pondered for a moment: "Continue the investigation, but keep a low profile. First, try to get the deceased's brother's alibi."
"By the way, have the DNA samples been collected?"
That night, the only person who was really free in the entire police station was the one holding the children.
He went from the CID office to the police station canteen, and then to the duty room... Zhu Qing suggested that Aunt Ping take him home, but the little guy refused. He lay on his workstation, tilted his head, and scribbled on the blank record paper with his little hands.
This piece of paper was given to him by Uncle Li. The child treasured it and planned to personally interrogate the two classmates who fought over building blocks when he went to kindergarten tomorrow.
"The suspicion against Chui Shuihui has been cleared."
“He was selling DVDs on Apliu Street at the time of the incident, and there were at least a dozen eyewitnesses.”
Mo Zhenbang ordered the release of the detainees after less than 48 hours of detention.
According to the police officer on duty downstairs, when Chui Shui Hui was going down the stairs, he accidentally fell and landed face down, knocking out half of his tooth when he got up.
"Scared out of your wits? Serves you right."
"I guess he's really afraid of the 'water ghost taking his life,' and he's very guilty."
"Afraid? If the radio station hadn't made such a fuss, he would have forgotten even what You Minmin's name is."
Someone sighed, "They'll at most quiet for two months, then go back to their old ways of living it up, as if nothing ever happened..."
But those who have passed away can never come back.
The officers fell into a brief silence, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
It wasn't until Inspector Mo circled Yau Yat-hong's photo on the whiteboard with a red pen that the truth came to light.
"So the prime suspect right now is the deceased's brother."
“Three days before the incident, he had a conflict with the victim, who even wrote such intense and extreme words as ‘he wants to kill me’ in his diary.”
“On the day of the incident, You Yikang did not appear until 1 a.m., and he reeked of alcohol.”
Uncle Li sneered, mimicking his tone: "Accompanying clients for drinks and business... Which bar? I can't remember! Where are the clients? They've gone abroad!"
Mo Zhenbang stood in front of the whiteboard, pondering for a long time.
“Keep investigating. How big is Lan Kwai Fong? If it really wasn’t Yau Yat-hong who did it, I don’t believe that after drinking all night, he couldn’t even find a witness to the time.”
"Also, urge the forensic department to compare the DNA on the bottle opening as soon as possible."
Everyone was exhausted and didn't respond for a moment.
Outside the meeting room, a childlike voice came from outside, helping them answer.
"Yes, sir!"
...
Haozai's catchphrase is, "Even if you're hanging yourself, you still need to catch your breath."
Now, this phrase is used by children to remind officers from Major Crimes Unit B to go home after work.
The innocent-looking little child's words made everyone burst into laughter. Inspector Mo smiled too, glanced at the clock on the wall, and urged everyone to hurry back. It seemed the case wouldn't have a definitive conclusion anytime soon; every clue was being pieced together slowly, requiring time.
“I’ll go check out the Lan Kwai Fong area,” Liang Qikai said. “I live nearby anyway, so I’ll just take a stroll and try my luck.”
"Yongshan, do you want to come along?" Haozai knew what Zeng Yongshan was thinking and created an opportunity for her, "Anyway, it's still early."
Zeng Yongshan hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on Zhu Qing's workstation.
"Me?" She forced a smile. "I'm not going. I'm a little tired today."
Since Fangfang got out of school, he has been staying at the police station and hasn't shown any signs of being sleepy.
He and a group of sullen CID colleagues walked out of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station building at the same time, and he jumped down the last step.
"Oh, right!" Hao-zai suddenly asked, "Did you leave your schoolbag at the police station?"
For a fleeting moment, the little boy's leaping figure seemed to freeze in place.
He turned around and calmly said, "Is that so?"
"..." Zhu Qing was so busy that she forgot to think, but instinctively saw through her uncle's little scheme, "Sheng Fang, did you do this on purpose?"
Fangfang grinned and said, "I'll go back and get it."
He continued hopping and skipping up the steps.
As she passed by Haozai, two words seemed to be written in Baobao's innocent eyes—
Too talkative.
Haozai pointed to the tip of his nose.
The young master of the Sheng family nodded, "That's him!"
It seems that Inspector Fang was born for Yau Ma Tei Police Station; at this hour, he wasn't afraid at all as he went upstairs alone.
Later, when he heard footsteps behind him, he still didn't blink.
"I know it's you, don't sneak around."
Shengfang has a keen eye for observation; he could recognize his niece's footsteps even if she were reduced to ashes!
How did your footsteps turn to ash?
The young master tilted his head.
That's how the dialogue is read on TV, did he remember it wrong?
On my way home, the clear, bright moonlight shone down.
Around 9 a.m., Fangfang was full of energy, but my niece kept rubbing her shoulders and neck.
Her uncle looked at her with strong disapproval.
She's so young, yet she acts like an old lady with a sore back and aching muscles. I've told her so many times, she shouldn't work so hard!
They weren't driving; they were taking a leisurely stroll.
This kid has a short attention span; now he doesn't like riding in the family's off-road vehicle anymore... but his interest in motorcycles is burning brightly.
"Qingzai, how about I sign you up for the motorcycle license test?" Fangfang's eyes sparkled. "It'll be so much fun!"
He imitated the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of a motorcycle speeding along the road, almost transforming into a human-shaped miniature motorcycle.
The niece remained unmoved.
"Dr. Cheng took the exam, you can't fail, can you?" Fangfang used reverse psychology.
My niece remained unmoved: "Taking a driving test is too tiring, I don't want to."
Fangfang raised her little hand and pleaded, "It won't be very tiring."
"You're so smart."
"We've signed up for the seven-day intensive course!"
"I'll give you a massage, and you can sign up when you're not tired anymore, okay?"
Shengfang was the most clingy child, clinging to Qingzai's arm and begging all the way from the police station entrance to the elevator door.
When Aunt Ping came out of the room carrying the new radio, she saw Zhu Qing lying on the floor, while little Sheng Fang sat cross-legged beside her.
The Cantonese opera singing on the radio was melodious and moving, but Aunt Ping was anxiously pacing around.
"Ouch, ouch, get up quickly."
"It's already autumn, you'll catch a cold if you lie on the ground!"
What should I do if I catch a cold?
It has special skills to bloom.
He's trained in the art of letting things go in one ear and out the other.
"It's alright, Aunt Ping," Zhu Qing said lazily.
The young master of the Sheng family longed to ride a "motorcycle" as soon as possible and chase thieves through narrow alleys with Qingzai.
Therefore, the most urgent thing is to give my niece a good massage to help her stretch her muscles and bones.
If she's in a better mood, maybe she'll go and take the motorcycle license test.
Fangfang is like a professional massage therapist, working incredibly hard, using a series of massage techniques that are completely different each time.
Zhu Qing was also puzzled. How did this child, who had been waited on since childhood, acquire such abilities?
The little girl, Shengfang, peeked out and asked, "Miss Zhu, was the force enough?"
Fangfang went to great lengths to pursue her dream of owning an electric motorcycle.
Finally, they even offered a back-stepping service, with her little feet stepping on Zhu Qing's back and her arms outstretched, like walking on a balance beam.
"Young master!" Aunt Ping rushed forward to support his hand.
The child is ignorant, and the older child is also ignorant; the two of them act up together.
If they step off course, the young master will fall, and Qingqing will strain her back!
"Blooming." Zhu Qing savored the moment, then suddenly asked, "Are your little feet clean?"
"Of course it's clean, smell it."
"I don't want to."
"What's there to be afraid of..."
As they were talking, the child lay down.
Aunt Ping finally realized she couldn't persuade them, so she went inside and came out with a blanket.
"Qingzai, today the teacher said my English is the best—and asked me to be everyone's little teacher."
What did you teach them?
"There are so many, let me think..."
The soft blanket slowly fell and covered the niece and uncle.
Like a light, floating feather.
Zhu Qing leaned back, one eye open: "Why are you slacking off?"
She lay flat, her little hands outstretched, and her short legs outstretched as well.
"The masseuse is done for the day. Please come early tomorrow."
...
The next morning, Zhu Qing was still eating breakfast when she received a call from Mo Zhenbang.
Five minutes later, she quickly came out and got into Mo Sir's car.
"The DNA test results are out?" Zhu Qing asked.
Mo Zhenbang held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed to the back seat: "This was made after working overtime all night in the lab."
Zhu Qing opened the test report, which was filled with dense Chinese characters, numbers, and English words. She couldn't read it quickly enough. She noticed the direction of Mo Sir's flying car out of the corner of her eye and put the report away.
Another set of DNA from the bottle's opening belonged to the deceased's brother, You Yikang.
Mo Zhenbang and Zhu Qing were filled with a jumble of clues, but they couldn't make sense of them.
"What was the motive for the murder? Was it just because of that argument?"
"The reverse knot at the wrist and ankle is You Yikang's habitual method. His son's shoelaces are tied in this way. It's impossible for a two-year-old to learn to tie his own shoelaces."
"If the intention was to create the illusion of a water ghost seeking revenge, the person who drowned shouldn't have been wearing a bathrobe, since no one would take a bath in a bathrobe. The murderer kept the bathrobe perhaps to avoid direct contact with the victim's body; if the murderer was her brother, that would make sense?"
Inside the car, Inspector Mo and Zhu Qing discussed the doubts and clues surrounding the case.
"Empty wine bottles, empty medicine bottles, bruises on her lips and neck... The murderer forced her to drink alcohol and take medication..."
"How do you explain that phone call to the radio station? If her brother was coercing her, why didn't she say so on the phone? Radio broadcasts are never edited; it's clearly the quickest way to call for help."
"There were no other person's shoe prints or fingerprints at the scene, so did the murderer premeditate this?"
These questions remain unanswered, making it difficult to sort things out.
However, there is no doubt that You Yikang's DNA was detected at the mouth of the wine bottle, which is irrefutable evidence.
Zhu Qing and Mo Zhenbang stood at the door of You Yikang's house.
It was You's father who opened the door.
Bobo's sharp cries came from inside the house. You Yikang's wife was irritably preparing formula, telling the child "wait" while banging on the bathroom door.
"Are you done yet? You can't even do this simple thing right, what the hell are you—"
"Coming, coming." Mother You stepped forward quickly. "Found the toothbrush, Yikang, this is a new one."
The You family home was bustling and noisy in the early morning, with the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.
It was only then that You's mother and You Yikang's wife noticed the two policemen standing outside the door and came forward in surprise.
Upon hearing their explanation of their purpose, both men were utterly shocked.
"Yikang! Come out quickly!"
Having taken several days off, You Yikang was preparing to return to work. He was brushing his teeth, toothpaste foam still clinging to the corners of his mouth. Hearing his mother calling him, he hurriedly left the bathroom.
"We now suspect that you are involved in the murder of Yu Minmin. Please come with us to the police station to assist in the investigation."
In addition to the DNA test report, Zhu Qing also held a search warrant.
This was specially requested by Mo Zhenbang to be signed by Weng Sir.
With a "clatter," the toothbrush in You Yikang's hand fell to the ground.
He muttered to himself, "A wine bottle... how is this possible?"
...
You Yikang sat at the interrogation table, his knuckles pressed against his forehead.
Zhu Qing said calmly, "Recount your whereabouts on the night of the incident once more."
This is the third time this has been asked.
His Adam's apple bobbed: "It was indeed entertaining clients, but I don't remember the name of the bar... It was in the Lan Kwai Fong area, but I don't know which alley it was in. You know, there are too many alleys around there."
Zhu Qing and Uncle Li exchanged glances.
His vague explanation suggests he's hiding something.
Uncle Li tapped his pen heavily on the interrogation table: "Client's name? Contact information?"
You Yikang rubbed the back of his neck, his body unconsciously leaning forward.
“He’s gone abroad.” His voice was a little strained. “I can’t get in touch with him for now, but I’ve already sent him an email and hope he can reply as soon as possible.”
"What are you hiding? The evidence is right in front of you." Uncle Li lost his patience, frowned, and deliberately paused for a moment. "If you are convicted of intentional homicide, you know the consequences."
You Yikang's hands were clasped tightly together, his fingertips were white, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After a long silence, he finally raised his head again, his eyes bloodshot.
“I worked in sales for the company for nine years, and last year I was finally promoted to regional manager. But I don’t have enough education, and the economy is not doing well, so my current position is the best I can do.”
“Last month I learned by chance that the company’s biggest client was dissatisfied and intended to switch orders. For me, this was an opportunity.”
Uncle Li: "You contact clients privately?"
You Yikang lowered his head with a distressed expression: "Actually, that day, I wanted to sound him out and confirm whether he really wanted to change suppliers. If possible, I also want to start my own business."
"It's like stealing a big deal from the company. I can't let the company find out, especially since that client hasn't confirmed the deal yet. If I get caught, I'll be fired immediately. How hard is it to find a job these days?"
Uncle Li raised an eyebrow: "So you're going to hide your whereabouts that night?"
You Yikang nodded dejectedly.
"If the company finds out that I'm contacting clients privately, I'm finished in this industry."
"My whole family depends on me to support them, and I can't lose this job."
Suddenly, he gave a wry smile and rubbed his temples.
"Actually, my brother and I had a very good relationship when we were little."
"Later, I don't know what happened, but Minmin always said that her parents were biased."
"She's too sensitive; she overthinks even the smallest things."
You Yikang said that he didn't know when it started, but his sister's personality became more and more obsessive, twisted, and even pathological.
“My wife once blurted out in a fit of anger that Minmin had paranoia.” Yu Yikang stared at the tip of the pen that the police were constantly taking notes, his fingertips rubbing the edge of the table. “I scolded her for being unreasonable… but actually, in private, I advised Minmin to see a doctor.”
You Yikang recalled his sister's reaction at the time.
She stood there, looking at him with cold, mocking eyes.
"She said I would definitely bribe the doctor and make someone sick even if they weren't sick."
“She’s my sister.” You Yikang’s eyes reddened as he looked up at the two police officers and emphasized, “She’s my sister… How could I possibly kill her?”
Uncle Li pushed the DNA report over: "But your DNA was detected on the mouth of the wine bottle."
“I’m allergic to red wine.” You Yikang leaned forward abruptly, pressing his hand on the DNA report. “Last year at the company party, some people egged me on, and to please General Manager Zhang, I took a sip. I immediately had difficulty breathing and broke out in a rash all over my body.”
“I had never considered such an allergen before, so I have emergency room visits more than once over the years! If it weren’t for that party, I would never have known it was the red wine that was the problem.”
"How could someone who is allergic to drink it?"
"I don't know what's going on with that bottle, this DNA stuff... is it even accurate?"
You Yikang looked at them.
"Did you police just arrest someone randomly to finish your job?"
"Just because Minmin and I had a fight, you're using me as a scapegoat, is that it?"
The two officers closed the file and observed each other discreetly.
"We will investigate."
You Yikang leaned back in his chair.
He wearily covered his eyes, his hands trembling slightly.
"We have always loved her very much."
"Dresses, lipsticks, white sugar cakes... even Bobo was the first to learn to call her 'Auntie'... but she never appreciated it."
"What else do you want? What else do you want us to do?"
...
As Zhu Qing walked out of the interrogation room, she saw a tall figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.
"Did Dr. Cheng come by just now?" she asked as she returned to her workstation.
“I came to see Inspector Mok, but he’s not here.” Zeng Yongshan pointed to the report on the table: “When Inspector Mok comes back, remember to remind me to hand it over.”
“Previously, Dr. Ye would have his assistant deliver the reports, but Dr. Cheng has been doing it himself lately.”
Zhu Qing opened the report: "Any new discoveries?"
"There were three ligature marks on the neck, all of the same depth and parallel in direction, and no skin flakes of the murderer were left under the victim's fingernails."
Zeng Yongshan pointed to the ligature marks in the photo for comparison and shrugged: "We laymen can't understand it... Dr. Cheng said we need to do a cryopreservation re-examination."
Zhu Qing rested her chin on her hand and stared at the marks on the photo.
"How's it going with You Yikang?" Zeng Yongshan asked.
He said he was allergic to red wine and couldn't touch it at all.
Since discovering that her son, Shengfang, was allergic to mangoes, Zhu Qing has consulted a lot of medical information related to allergies.
At the time, the document specifically used examples of alcohol allergies.
"Indeed, medical research has shown that some people are allergic to certain components in red wine, but do not react to other alcoholic beverages."
"Could this be his clever move? Knowing he's allergic, he deliberately leaves his DNA on the wine bottle. Most people would think, how could someone with an allergy possibly touch red wine? This perfectly clears him of suspicion."
"A murderer who can meticulously plan a bathroom murder and stage a scene of a water ghost attack must have calculated every single detail."
"His allergy to red wine became his best cover-up."
Zhu Qing re-examined her statement.
"The alibi is indeed vague, but it cannot be concluded that it is forged; further verification is needed."
Zeng Yongshan sighed deeply: "So... we have to start the investigation from scratch again?"
"It's too early to draw conclusions now," Zhu Qing said, turning a page of the statement.
Zeng Yongshan leaned closer, her eyes scanning the text.
“Paranoia?” She frowned. “Actually, on the other hand, my family has had a tough time all these years.”
...
Shengfang counted them carefully on her fingers.
One, two, three, four, five... Today is Friday. Once we get through today, he'll have a holiday!
He used to spend all his time at home doing nothing, and he never realized how precious his days off were.
Now that he's in school for five days straight, Fangfang is especially looking forward to the weekend.
Teacher Ji told the children that the kindergarten would arrange special classes every Friday.
After enjoying delicious snacks in the afternoon, everyone can play to their heart's content in the sunny outdoor activity area. When the school bell rings, it means the happy weekend has officially begun!
At this time, the children were hanging on the children's horizontal bar in the activity area.
The autumn breeze was cool, and he was hanging upside down on the horizontal bar with his little head a certain distance from the ground. The baby almost developed abs.
The child hanging upside down next to him today is no longer Little Coconut.
A new child has been introduced.
Because the young master of the Sheng family has become an official in kindergarten, Teacher Ji has appointed him as the leader of the English group.
This is a bilingual international kindergarten. Every child has to go through an all-English assessment during the admission interview. How could anyone not speak English?
But there is one exception.
On Friday, Shengfang became this student's private tutor, providing one-on-one instruction throughout the entire process.
It was a little boy, a bit taller than Shengfang.
His shiny gold sneakers were practically glowing; he wasn't wearing a school uniform, and his hat and socks were covered in huge brand logos. It was as if he wanted to wear every brand in the world on his body.
Shengfang taught him all day, and now, as he was reviewing his work, he was forgetting as he listened.
It's too much that he can't even say "Hello" properly.
The little boy wasn't exactly a patient child; he was hanging on the toddler horizontal bar, swinging back and forth, making his little head practically steam with frustration.
"Why can't you learn this? It's so simple!"
The child twisted his fingers in frustration: "But I really don't know how..."
"Why?" Sheng Fang asked angrily, hands on her hips. "Didn't you pass the English test during the interview?"
The child sincerely told him, "Because my family is nouveau riche!"
He lowered his voice and whispered to Fangfang.
On the day of the interview, Dad spent money.
Sheng Fang spun around on the horizontal bar, then jumped down with a "thud".
His eyes gleamed as he stared at the nouveau riche brat.
Whenever he spent money recklessly, Qingzai would pinch the tip of his nose and laugh at him, calling him a nouveau riche...
"Want to come home with me?" Fangfang invited.
The little boy couldn't believe what he was hearing; his soft, adorable face was filled with surprise. How did he suddenly make friends?
Without saying a word, he simply said, "Follow!"
“The school bus is over there, let’s go,” Sheng Fang said.
The school bell rang, and Officer Fang excitedly kidnapped someone else's baby—
This is what a real nouveau riche looks like! Let Qingzai see it for herself!
The two children got on the bus, sat side by side, and put their little hands on their knees.
The nouveau riche mom, carrying a limited-edition handbag, chased after the car from outside, calling out, "Jinbao! Jinbao!"
"Jinbao, where are you going! Get off the bus!"
Take a moment to calm down and close the car window.
Who is it? What are they saying in their gibberish?
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