Wei Hong felt a little strange about the series of questions Jiang Yuping asked.
She stared into her best friend's eyes, sizing her up and down.
"Yu Ping, why are you so interested in Niu Dajiang's death?"
Jiang Yuping immediately realized what was going on and began to complain about her best friend.
"Hey, Wei Hong, what do you mean? Didn't you ask me to deduce it? How can I make inferences and analyses, and how can I make judgments if I don't find out his situation clearly?"
Wei Hong was caught off guard and realized her best friend was right, so she smiled and replied:
"Yu Ping, the autopsy revealed no organic lesions in Niu Dajiang's internal organs. There were only some black spots on his lungs, which were the result of smoking. In my experience, we can completely rule out serious diseases such as cancer."
Jiang Yuping thought for a moment, then picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and said in a concluding tone:
"If we follow this line of reasoning, Niu Dajiang should have been murdered, not committed suicide, or he must have had a sufficient reason to commit suicide."
"My little Holmes, tell me your analysis."
“Wei Hong, think about it. Niu Dajiang is retired and receives a pension. His daughter is grown up and has started her own family. He lives a much better life than the people around him. He doesn’t have any serious illness. Why would he commit suicide? There’s no sufficient reason for suicide.”
"The autopsy results suggest that suicide was more likely."
"If it was suicide, there must be another reason."
"Tell me, what could be the possible reasons?"
“Wei Hong, we’re best friends. I’m sharing my reasoning with you as a discussion, but you can’t tell anyone else.”
"Yu Ping, don't worry, I won't tell my husband, Lao Xiao."
Jiang Yuping looked serious and thoughtful before finally beginning her analysis.
“Wei Hong, think about it this way: if Niu Dajiang really committed suicide, then he must have some important information that someone else has. For example, that Liu Xianghai, didn’t he get the factory uniform and meal tickets from somewhere? It’s very likely that he got them from Niu Dajiang. He was worried that the investigation team would find out and affect his son’s job in the sales department, so he chose to commit suicide to end it all. After all, death is the greatest honor, and nothing will be investigated anymore.”
"Furthermore, I'm speculating that the investigation team is stationed in our factory to investigate enemy agents, right? If Niu Dajiang himself is an enemy agent, or if Liu Xianghai is an enemy agent, and Niu Dajiang provided factory uniforms and meal tickets to Liu Xianghai, Niu Dajiang might be worried about being discovered and might even take the path of suicide---."
Wei Hong listened with great interest, and after listening, she gave her best friend a thumbs up.
"Yu Ping, how did you come up with all this? You're really something!"
Jiang Yuping pointed to the Sherlock Holmes stories on the table.
"Well, I've watched too much of this; it's the result of learning from Comrade Sherlock Holmes."
She didn't tell her best friend about being trained as a secret agent by the Mei Agency during her teenage years. Besides, her memories of that time only started to return after she fell off her bike, and some parts were still blurry, like a dream.
Wei Hong had no idea that her best friend was carrying a murder charge.
Little did she know that her best friend's husband, the gentle and refined Qiu Jingwen, was actually a secret agent.
Even more unimaginable is that her best friend of over twenty years was a secret agent in her teenage years.
She simply believed that Jiang Yuping's reasoning and analytical abilities were truly remarkable.
Just then, the phone on my desk rang.
Jiang Yuping picked up the phone casually, and upon hearing it was her husband Qiu Jingwen calling, she said:
"Old Qiu, did you need something from me?"
"Yes, Yuping, I've called my son Qiuyang and asked him to come home for dinner tonight. Please go to the market beforehand to buy some groceries to take home."
"Okay, I understand."
Jiang Yuping responded and was about to hang up when Qiu Jingwen asked in a low voice:
"Yu Ping, I heard that Niu Dajiang hanged himself and his body is in the morgue of the medical clinic. Is that true?"
"Yes, Wei Hong just performed an autopsy on Niu Dajiang. Would you like Wei Hong to tell you about the situation?"
"No need. Why would I ask those questions? That's the investigation team's business. Remember to buy a couple more dishes. Qiuyue isn't on duty today, and Qiuyang is coming home from get off work, so our family can have a reunion dinner."
After Qiu Jingwen finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuping felt a strange sadness welling up inside her.
Her husband's words carried a certain indescribable emotion, an emotion that she sensed and accurately captured.
Yes, now, the whole family can have a reunion dinner.
Once Liu Han's murder case is solved and he is identified as the murderer by the public security authorities, not only will it become a major news story at Hongqi Factory, but his family may never have the chance to have a reunion dinner again.
To put it another way,
Even if she didn't leave many clues in the process of killing Liu Han and the murder case was left unsolved, the investigation team for digging out enemy agents was stationed in the factory. If her husband's identity as a spy were ever exposed, this family would also face a disaster, and they might never have the chance to have a family reunion dinner again.
Wei Hong seemed to see the sadness and thoughts on her best friend's face, and reached out to push Jiang Yuping's arm.
"Hey, Yuping, what's wrong with you? You look like you've lost your soul, what are you thinking about?"
Jiang Yuping gave her best friend a gentle smile.
"I wasn't thinking about anything. Qiuyang is going home for dinner tonight. I'll go to the market to buy some groceries beforehand. Your husband, Lao Xiao, is back at the factory, right? Why don't you two come over for dinner tonight? I'll buy a few more dishes."
To be honest, Jiang Yuping was just saying it casually this time, and didn't genuinely invite Wei Hong and his wife to dinner.
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