Chapter 211 Hatred of the Rich
Jia Xihua seemed to be aware of something, her lips were pursed into a straight line, and the muscles on her face were slightly tightened, which affected the uneven scar and made her look a little scary.
If the lips are pursed into a straight line, it means that the other person is very resistant to this question and has already put up a solid defense line. Years of interrogation experience told Xia Mufan that if he continued asking questions directly like this, he would definitely not get any results.
Sure enough, Jia Xihua was silent for a while, pulled the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "I don't recognize him, no."
——I don’t recognize Zhong Yinghong and I don’t like Liangliang.
When Jia Xihua talked about the reason for burying Lingling alive just now, her tone was full of contempt for Zhong Yinghong and jealousy of Liangliang's liking for Lingling. But now she deliberately avoided the names of Zhong Yinghong and Liangliang. Jia Xihua was obviously lying.
Why lie?
What is the relationship between Jia Xihua, Zhong Yinghong and Liang Liang?
Xia Mufan didn't speak immediately, his mind was thinking rapidly.
Is it because of hatred towards the rich that people despise and hate Zhong Yinghong? Perhaps the reason why he likes Liangliang is because his son died young, and he feels more pity for children of similar age?
Xia Mufan changed the topic to the relationship between Jia Xihua and her nanny Wang Xiuzhen: "Did you know Wang Xiuzhen before?"
Jia Xihua's expression was obviously relaxed: "I don't know her. We only talked when I went to her house to do gardening maintenance."
Xia Mufan leaned back, his attitude calm, and he smiled as if he was chatting with friends: "Wang Xiuzhen said that you are a nice person, very hardworking, and although you don't talk much, you can tell that you are a very good person."
Jia Xihua looked up and glanced quickly at Xia Mufan, then quickly lowered her head.
Although their eyes met for a short time, Xia Mufan noticed a glimmer of tears in her eyes. A person who has been despised and ignored for a long time, who is inner inferiority and fragile, will be moved by just a little bit of kindness.
It seems that this is a topic that Jia Xihua is happy to listen to.
Xia Mushige continued, "But good people don't always get good rewards, don't you think?"
This sentence hit Jia Xihua's heart hard. She raised her head again and looked at Xia Mufan in disbelief. Her lips trembled and she finally said, "Police comrade, do you think so too?"
Xia Mufan looked at Jia Xihua with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Of course. Wang Xiuzhen is a good person. She saw that you were sweating a lot and thirsty, so she invited you into the house and poured you some water, right?"
Jia Xihua nodded: "Yes, she is a good person."
Xia Mufan said: "But do you think she will get any good return for doing this?"
Jia Xihua became a little nervous: "Of course she is rewarded for her kindness. She doesn't like the dog, so I killed the dog. This way, she will never be bothered or bitten by a dog again."
"Ha!" Xia Mufan laughed sarcastically, "She rashly let a stranger like you into the house, and caused Lingling to lose her life. Do you think Zhong Yinghong will let her continue to work in the villa? If you don't believe it, you can go to Shanshui Haoting and see that Wang Xiuzhen must have been fired now."
Jia Xihua's hands were originally quietly resting on the armrest of the chair, but now she raised them excitedly and waved them in the air: "Why do you want to fire her? I killed Lingling, it has nothing to do with Xiuzhen! Xiuzhen's husband is sick, and the two children are in school in their hometown. The family depends on her to make money. If she loses her job, what will happen to her family?"
Xia Mufan narrowed his eyes slightly: "So you see, Xiuzhen had good intentions, but good people don't get good rewards. She took the salary given by Zhong Yinghong, but leaked the master's family information to outsiders, and let you into the house without permission. It's not surprising that she was fired by Zhong Yinghong."
The name Zhong Yinghong seemed to be a stimulus to Jia Xihua. Whenever her name was mentioned, Jia Xihua's nostrils would subconsciously dilate and flare, and her pupils would darken. It seemed that Jia Xihua really hated Zhong Yinghong.
Jia Xihua's voice rose a lot: "Money makes the world go round, and you policemen all serve the rich! Zhong Yinghong is rich, so whatever she does is justified, right?"
Xia Mushige calmly shook his head: "No, we police officers serve the people."
Jia Xihua was irritated by Xia Mufan's attitude, her eyes flashing with fire: "People? The people are also divided into rich and poor. The lives of the poor are not lives, and the children of the poor are not children!"
Xia Mufan continued to provoke her: "Don't go so far, I just want to tell you that Wang Xiuzhen's dismissal was all caused by you. It was you who killed Lingling, which led to her being dismissed by Zhong Yinghong. This matter has nothing to do with being rich or poor. Zhong Yinghong didn't offend you, so don't make nonsense of it!"
Sure enough, the more Xia Mufan spoke up for Zhong Yinghong, the angrier Jia Xihua became: "Zhong Yinghong is a bitch! She is rich but ruthless! She is already so rich, why can't she be nicer to the poor? What's wrong with talking about her family's trivial matters? Who hasn't talked about others behind their backs? Why is she so precious? It's just a dog. If it dies, it dies. What's the big deal? Is it worth firing Xiuzhen for a dog?"
The angrier Jia Xihua got, the calmer Xia Mufan became, and the more logical and clear his words were: "First, Wang Xiuzhen has to abide by the rules set by Zhong Yinghong when she gets paid. Second, a person's life is a life, and a dog's life is also a life! Lingling is more like a relative to Zhong Yinghong than a relative. In her mind, Lingling's life is far more important than Wang Xiuzhen's work and future."
Of course Jia Xihua couldn't argue with Xia Muchan. She felt extremely aggrieved and her face turned red. She raised her hands and pulled hard at the hat she was wearing, and accidentally pulled the hat off, revealing her sparse, dry and yellow hair. The coolness coming from above her head made Jia Xihua panic. She put her hat back on in a hurry, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
The strong feeling of shame was like a needle, constantly piercing Jia Xihua's heart.
She didn't want to cry, but the tears kept swirling in her eyes. After a lot of tears gathered, they fell one by one.
Finally, Jia Xihua gave up resistance and let the tears flow down. She sobbed and murmured, "I don't understand why the rich can decide the fate of the poor. I don't understand why a good person like Xiuzhen still has to rely on Zhong Yinghong's charity to survive. I don't understand why rich people can live in villas, hire nannies, wear gold and silver, and live happily and comfortably; but poor people like me can only live in rented houses, cook for myself, work hard, and live a hard life."
Xia Mufan couldn't answer this question.
Xia Mushige's attitude was very sincere: "There is no absolute fairness in this world. But what we police have to do is to work hard to protect kind people and maintain social fairness and justice."
Jia Xihua raised her tearful eyes and looked at Xia Mufan steadily. She sneered and looked indignant: "You talk nicely! Then why did Zhong Yinghong do so many evil things but still live freely? Why didn't she get her comeuppance?! I don't believe in you policemen at all. You are in cahoots with the rich people!"
Xia Mufan frowned: "What did Zhong Yinghong do to make you so angry?"
Jia Xihua closed her mouth again.
This time, it was Xia Mufan who sneered: "Look, you keep saying that she did evil but didn't get punished, but when I asked about the inside story, you chose to defend Zhong Yinghong. It seems that you and Zhong Yinghong are in the same group, right?"
Gong Weiguo watched Xia Mufan constantly provoking Jia Xihua and couldn't help but laugh in his heart. When he heard her say that Jia Xihua and Zhong Yinghong were in cahoots, his heart sank, knowing that Jia Xihua might explode.
Sure enough, Jia Xihua jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"How could I be in cahoots with her? She's a bad person! She bought my son with money. She has no shame!"
As soon as she said this, Jia Xihua suddenly sat down dejectedly, covering her face like a deflated ball: "No, no, no, I'm crazy, I'm talking nonsense, there is no such thing, no such thing. My son died a long time ago, he is already dead."
The interrogation room suddenly became quiet.
Jia Xihua just said that she gave birth to a son ten years ago but unfortunately the son died young. Could it be that her son did not die, but was bought away by Zhong Yinghong?
Thinking of Jia Xihua's unusual concern for Liangliang, Xia Mufan narrowed his eyes: "Jia Xihua, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of affecting Liangliang's current happy life?"
Jia Xihua lowered her head, crossed her fingers and clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white and her fingertips turned purple.
Xia Mufan struck while the iron was hot: "Liangliang is your biological son, right?"
Jia Xihua's tears fell again, one drop after another onto her knees. Her voice was filled with infinite sadness: "No."
Xia Mufan pressed on: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. We police have ways to verify your parent-child relationship with Liangliang."
Jia Xihua raised her head, her eyes blurred with tears, and she screamed almost in collapse: "I said no, no, no! Liangliang is not my son, he is the son of Zhong Yinghong and Jiang Zheng!"
Jia Xihua's unusual reaction made Xia Mufan certain that the ten-year-old Jiang Jialiang was her "dead" son, and Zhong Yinghong bought him with money.
If so, has Jia Xihua ever met Sister Hua?
Is it because they had met before that Sister Hua instigated Cai Yutie to send the tabby cat that Jia Xihua had burned to death to the panda house, thereby attracting the police to investigate and get rid of Jia Xihua?
Who is Sister Hua?
Xia Mufan stood up, walked to the water dispenser in the interrogation room, poured a glass of water and handed it to her, saying softly: "Don't cry, drink some water."
Jia Xihua had completely lost her own opinion now. She held back her tears and took the water obediently, but she didn't know whether she should drink it or not when holding the cup.
Xia Mufan knew that Jia Xihua had suffered enough stimulation. If he wanted her to tell him all the past, he could only do it slowly and gently.
After waiting for a while, until Jia Xihua lowered her head to drink water, Xia Mufan spoke: "Don't worry, the police have confidentiality regulations. If you don't want to affect Liangliang's current life, we won't tell anyone."
Jia Xihua's heart was in turmoil. Suddenly it was lifted up high, and then it fell to the bottom. Her psychological defenses were completely destroyed. She had no choice but to believe the policewoman in front of her: "You, will you really keep it a secret for me?"
Seeing that the time was almost right, Xia Mufan sat back at the interrogation table and began to question.
"In which year and in which hospital was your son born? Why did you sell him? Who was the person who bought the child? How can you be sure that Liangliang is your child?"
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