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In the gloomy room, the police were questioning him. Uncle Wang kept his head down, like a criminal. The police asked, "Was there anything wrong with Zhang Susu before she died?"
The stepfather shook his head and said to them, "No, ever since Xiaoyu came home, she has been very happy. She is cheerful every day. I still don't believe that she would jump off a building to commit suicide."
While the police were taking statements, another officer looked around the house and asked the stepfather, "This is your second marriage, right?"
"right."
Are you good to her?
The stepfather suddenly flew into a rage, waving his hands, his face ashen, and almost roaring, "You suspect me? You drove her to jump off the building! You suspect I drove her to her death? I loved her terribly! How could I possibly harm her? Her death has saddened me more than anyone else, do you know that? Your suspicions are going too far—"
Tears welled up in Uncle Wang's eyes.
Jiang Zhiming reached out and hugged Uncle Wang tightly to prevent him from doing anything rash.
The police officer stepped back and said to Uncle Wang with a stern face, "We are just investigating. If what you say is true, Zhang Susu couldn't have committed suicide, then it can only be homicide. She was murdered. Did she offend anyone before she died?"
Ye Wenyu finally regained some of her senses and began to listen attentively. Yes, her mother had definitely been murdered!
Uncle Wang calmed down, his eyes reddening as he thought for a moment, and said, "No, she's a very good person. The neighbors all like her. She never offends anyone and is always peaceful and amiable. Our family doesn't have much money, so it's impossible for someone to murder her for money."
The two police officers looked at each other, nodded, and said, "We have also checked the community's surveillance footage and found no suspicious persons. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that some blind spots were missed."
Ye Wenyu listened blankly, without saying a word.
She seemed to have become a soulless wooden doll.
The police officer and the officer taking the statement exchanged a glance. The officer taking the statement closed his notebook, and the officer asking the questions said, "We'll go back first. We'll contact you again if there are any results from the investigation."
The two policemen left.
The outcome remains to be seen.
The room was as quiet as a silent mountain valley.
With the help of Lin Tingyue, Jiang Zhiming, and Cai Wenchuan, Uncle Wang and Ye Wenyu arranged Zhang Susu's funeral. They didn't have the money to buy a burial plot, but Uncle Wang took out their savings of 500,000 yuan and spent 300,000 yuan to buy a small burial plot for Zhang Susu.
Not only are houses expensive in City S, but cemeteries are also very expensive, making it truly unaffordable to live or die.
After the funeral, the police had no choice but to close the case as a suicide because the investigation had made no progress.
Uncle Wang was furious at the result and then burst into tears.
Without Zhang Susu, his life seemed to have lost its value and meaning, as if the spring of his life had been unwound.
Ye Wenyu found herself having lost her home and her family. She was back to where she started in her freshman year of college, where her dormitory was her only home.
Her heart felt empty, and she was often absent-minded and dazed.
Having lost her mother and her origins, with only a place to return to in life, she seemed to have become a lost soul, not knowing what to do or where her future lay.
In this world, no one cares about her anymore, no one supports her anymore, and no one cares about her future anymore.
On the day she left Uncle Wang's house, Ye Wenyu packed all her clothes into her suitcase, then walked out of her small room, looking longingly at the old house.
The room is still the same as before. If you are distracted for a moment, you can almost see your mother walking around the room with a smile on her face.
My stepfather didn't go to work today. His two sons came back for a few days during the funeral, and now that the funeral is over, they've gone back to school.
The room was dimly lit and the air was stale. Because no one had opened the windows for ventilation for a long time, the room was also very dirty and messy. Because no one cleaned it, the difference between a home with or without a housewife is like night and day.
My mother has always been a diligent person and very clean. Our small home is always kept tidy, comfortable, and very cozy.
My stepfather seemed like a completely different person. In just a few days, he looked decades older. His hair had turned much whiter, and his face was covered in wrinkles. Most importantly, he had lost all his energy and spirit. He was frowning, his lips were drooping, he had a bitter expression, his head was down, and his back was bent like a shrimp.
Seeing Ye Wenyu pull out her suitcase, he stood up shakily, holding a small brocade box in his hand.
"Xiaoyu—" he called her name.
Ye Wenyu walked up to him and called out, "Uncle Wang—" This home no longer belonged to her mother, and she had no reason to return.
Uncle Wang looked at Ye Wenyu, his eyes brimming with tears, his lips trembling. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Xiaoyu, your mother was perfectly fine, and then suddenly she just left like that. The police suspected me, suspected that I didn't treat her well. Did you ever suspect me?"
Ye Wenyu was stunned. To be honest, in the days immediately following her mother's death, she did suspect Uncle Wang that the couple had argued about something and her mother had jumped off the building in a moment of despair. But during the funeral, seeing that Uncle Wang was more heartbroken than anyone else, that suspicion completely disappeared.
Therefore, Ye Wenyu composed herself and said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle, I have no doubts about you. I know you love Mom very much!"
Hearing Ye Wenyu's words, Uncle Wang's tears streamed down his face. His hands trembled as he nodded to Ye Wenyu, crying with relief, "Good, good child! When your mother passed away, I wished it was me who was gone, I wished I could go with her. My ex-wife was lazy and good-for-nothing, she didn't work and loved playing mahjong. Unlike your mother, she was beautiful, hardworking, and had a job. Only after marrying her did I realize that a man could be so happy—"
Hearing Uncle Wang cry, Ye Wenyu's eyes reddened again. She didn't want to be trapped in the grief of losing her mother any longer, and besides, she hadn't been back to school for a week. With her mother gone, staying in this house any longer would only lead to gossip. So, she wiped away her tears, composed herself, and said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, I have to go back to school. Cheer up. There are plenty of good women in the world. If you meet someone suitable in the future, find another one. I believe your mother in heaven would also want you to be happy."
Uncle Wang nodded with red eyes, glanced at Ye Wenyu, and said to her, "Xiaoyu, I really can't believe your mother would jump off a building and commit suicide. I will never accept it. After I die, I will definitely go to the underworld to find her and ask her."
Ye Wenyu nodded and said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle, although the police have closed the case, I will definitely investigate this matter!"
She harbored a persistent suspicion: if her mother had been murdered, she was determined to avenge her mother!
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