Chapter 110 Chapter 110 The Third Drawing
The ward was filled with a depressing white. Zeng Jingyang took a few photos, walked to Li Yeming's bed and asked him to look at the photos.
Li Yeming raised his arm and pointed at Zeng Jingyang weakly.
His condition was serious and he was extremely thin, but the ferocity in his eyes had not faded. Instead, he stared at Zeng Jingyang intently.
Zeng Jingyang said: "Look, look, this is your son, your son is dead."
Li Yeming didn't look at the photo. The sound coming from his throat was like an old bellows. The sound swayed and floated into people's ears, which was very harsh.
"It's just death, haha, it's good to be dead, just like his mother!"
Zeng Jingyang took the photo back.
"Otherwise, how can you say you are so heartless..."
Li Yeming exhaled fiercely and said to Zeng Jingyang, "I am a ruthless person, unlike you. After so many years, you, Zeng, are still used to being a dog for others. When the old one was alive, you were a dog for the old one. Now that the old one is gone, you are a dog for the young one. You..."
Before he could finish his words, Zeng Jingyang picked up the cup of water and splashed it on his face.
"You've already stepped one foot into the underworld, but you're still talking dirty. No wonder your son was murdered. It's all because of you, as a father, who has not accumulated good deeds..."
Li Yeming was splashed with water in the face, and he stood up and rushed towards Zeng Jingyang.
Zeng Jingyang moved to the side and Li Yeming fell off the hospital bed to the ground.
There was indifference in Zeng Jingyang's voice.
"You're old, it's time to die."
The sun was setting, and the golden sunset light shone on the white walls, leaving silhouettes on the walls.
After a while, Zeng Jingyang walked out of the ward.
He stood at the door in silence for a few seconds, then took out his cell phone and called Li Muxu.
His voice came through the phone and into Li Muxu's ears.
Li Muxu: "What did he say?"
Zeng Jingyang: "Same as before."
People like Li Yeming will bite others to death even if they are at the end of their rope.
He is now dying, his youth, wealth, and children have all left him, and the only thing that remains in his throat is the resentment he once had.
He was very happy to see Li Minghua’s children and wife tossing and turning in bed!
Zeng Jingyang was unwilling: "I'll go find someone..."
Li Muxu disagreed: "No need."
Zeng Jingyang wanted to make sure that no one would find out that it was him who did it.
Li Muxu said, "It has a bad influence."
Zeng Jingyang could only endure it.
*
On the other side, Pei Qing and the other two sorted out Zhao Guanlan's transcript, emphasizing Li Yun's true character. Anything that was inconsistent with Li Yun's character was likely the reason why Zhong Chun risked being discovered and returned to China.
After the police on both sides got in touch, they soon discovered something unusual.
One of Li Yun's neighbors noticed that "Li Yun" had cleared out a batch of furniture.
When the cleaner was cleaning, he suspected that the owner of the house had a violent tendency. The surface of the furniture was in a mess, as if it was an emotional outburst of rage.
But why did "Li Yun", that is, Zhong Chun, become so angry that he could hardly control his emotions?
At that time, he had completed the identity change, cut off contact with his relatives in China, and perfectly inherited Li Yun's property. Was there anything that made him angry?
Pei Qing looked at the survey results and twirled his pen.
"Yeah, why?"
Yang Xingping: "Did Li Yun's neighbors find anything else?"
Xu An took the transcript and looked at it, then said, "Li Yun's neighbors are a white couple. They are not familiar with Li Yun. They think Li Yun is a freak and they don't have much contact with him."
He spread his hands, obviously helpless. It took a lot of effort just to get the transcript. He originally wanted to continue communicating with the detective on the other side of the strait, but when he called based on the time difference, he was told that the detective in charge of the case had left the police force, and the person who was to take over the case had not yet arrived.
The salary of British detectives is relatively good, but the work is stressful. Night patrols and fighting against underworld forces are burdens for detectives. Despite generous pensions, more and more people have quit the police force in recent years.
Pei Qing: "Fortunately, guns are banned in the UK, otherwise this job would be even more stressful."
Yang Xingping was not interested in the difficult life of his foreign counterparts: "Let's think about how to handle the case."
He looked through the transcript again and noticed a photo.
The porter felt it was a pity at the time, so he left this photo.
The photo shows a glass coffee table. The glass has been shattered into pieces, but bloodstains can still be seen inside and outside the glass.
Yang Xingping enlarged the photo and could see the double image of the same person on the broken glass.
Pei Qing turned his chair and tilted his head to look at the photo.
"Is this Zhong Chun? He looks quite similar."
Yang Xingping: "This face is all money."
His sarcastic words followed: "Man proposes, God disposes. Now that I have returned to China, I am a pauper again."
Pei Qing encouraged him: "You should say this in front of Zhong Chun. Maybe he will be so angry with you that he will vomit blood and be willing to tell us why he returned to China."
Xu An: "After all, it wasn't his own will. We should check who went to Li Yun's house and had contact with him before Zhong Chun returned to China."
Pei Qing: "Then we need a British detective to pay attention to you. No one cares about us now, right? Aunt Xu hasn't found any new clues. Why don't we fly to England?"
Xu An: "You need to apply."
*
Xu An's application was rejected. Director Shen did not agree to let him go abroad and asked them to find a solution themselves.
Pei Qing had no choice but to take out his tablet.
She scrolled through the photos of Li Yun's home and outside that Aunt Xu had sent her on her phone to deepen her impression.
"The house is very nicely decorated and the garden is well maintained."
Xu An glanced at her and said, "Like it? If you like it, I'll buy you one!"
Pei Qing: "Don't try to make friends with relatives during work hours."
Xu An: "Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. I'll go to the hotel where Zhong Chun is staying."
He called Yang Xingping, said he would come back to bring Pei Qing lunch, and left the office.
Pei Qing glanced at the closed office door, lost in his own thoughts.
This painting took from dawn to dusk.
Pei Qing painted some scattered images of the sunset lake scene, garden villas, traffic flow and the occasional figure passing by the window, but nothing else.
She threw her pen down in anger and looked at the time. It was already 7:30 in the evening.
No? Where's my meal?
Xu An went to buy a meal and ended up buying it all the way to the ends of the earth?
Pei Qing was just about to call Xu An when there were three consecutive knocks on the door.
Pei Qing jumped over and opened the door.
"elder brother."
Li Muxu walked in with a lunch box and first saw the messy documents on the desk.
"Put away your things and eat first."
Pei Qing swept through the documents on the desk, put them in the drawer, then looked at Li Muxu with a smile.
"Brother, why did you think of bringing me food? Where's Xu An?"
Li Muxu: "He said he doesn't have time to buy you food, why are you so nervous?"
Pei Qing pressed his fingers on the table, and a blush appeared on his fingernails.
Pei Qing shook his head: "No, I'm just afraid that you will be unhappy."
Li Muxu was as calm as ever.
"I brought you a meal, why would you be angry?"
Pei Qing couldn't help but move her fingers, knowing that Li Muxu was deliberately misinterpreting her meaning.
Pei Qing: "Not this——"
Li Muxu: "I'm not angry. There's no need to be angry with a dead person."
Pei Qing watched Li Muxu open the lunch box and found that it was filled with her favorite foods. He gave some rice to Li Muxu. The two of them finished their meal together and Pei Qing prepared to continue painting.
She complained to Li Muxu: "I can never draw any useful clues."
Li Muxu put away the lunch box and opened the window for ventilation.
"Then let me take you for a walk."
Pei Qing held the drawing board and raised his head.
Li Muxu: "Didn't you like watching underground bands in college? There's an underground band that's quite famous recently?"
Pei Qing: “Ah?”
She was embarrassed to say that she was just looking at the face and the atmosphere, and she didn't want Li Muxu to think she was superficial.
While he was struggling, several noisy voices penetrated the window and reached Pei Qing's ears.
"Officer Xu, you have to make a decision for me! It was this bastard who stepped on my hand and broke it. I am disabled! These bastards can't even speak fluently. If a few of them come up and beat me up, they will definitely break my hand. I haven't even married yet. They will have to pay me one million or eight hundred thousand..."
Pei Qing opened the door and saw three or five big men. Xu An kicked the last man in the calf with precision.
The man paused in his roar, and quickly changed his tone: "If you can't pay, go to jail! We can't let this go!"
The men in front of him were tall and strong, and they all turned around and stared at him.
The man said nonchalantly: "Either go to jail or pay money, no negotiation!"
Pei Qing's forehead throbbed when he heard this. Why did Xu An capture these people?
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