Chapter 32
In Chen He's original plan, Sister Qin's task was only to find out about Xu Candong's situation.
Sister Qin's family had already moved away, and it was me who dragged her into this situation. Sister Qin had done what she needed to do, and no matter what the outcome, she should return to her family and get back on track in life.
In the past few days, Chen He has been thinking about how to persuade Sister Qin to go home. But now...Did Sister Qin kill Xu Candong?
Although Xu Candong deserved to die, the law was unforgiving. How could things have turned out like this? I was the one who harmed Sister Qin. I shouldn't have dragged her into this...
Chen He was feeling confused when she heard Sister Qin say, "I did see Xu Candong last night."
Chang Ting stared at her: "Tell me in detail."
Zhou Zhengzheng also took notes with a tense expression, not daring to miss a single word.
Sister Qin had a look of relief on her face: "I pretended to be a ghost and scared him."
The first time Sister Qin pretended to be a ghost was the night Xu Candong was released. She heard the noise and leaned over her own peephole. She saw Xu Candong's back as he walked into the house triumphantly, and she felt angry and resentful.
She thought of the scene in the comic where "Teacher Feng" appeared, and came up with an idea to vent her anger.
She found a pair of black-framed glasses. She was a little nearsighted, but not seriously so, so she seldom wore them.
He put on his glasses and looked in the mirror.
She already looked a bit like her mother, Feng Xumei. After taking off her wig and revealing her ear-length hair, and wearing glasses, the resemblance became even more pronounced.
That wasn't enough, so he put on a khaki coat.
At first glance in the mirror, I saw Teacher Feng.
After getting dressed, she tiptoed out of the house, walked to the door opposite, deliberately put her face in front of the peephole, and knocked on the door...
She heard the terrified screams from inside the door, and was very happy. When the voice-activated lights went out, she slipped back to her home.
This trick wasn't enough once, so she wanted to try it again. But if she used the same trick again, she was afraid Xu Candong would get up the courage to open the door, and then she would be exposed. She had to try a new trick.
Two days later, the opportunity finally came again.
Just last night at midnight, about twelve o'clock, she heard the door of the lobby opposite open.
Xu Candong went out.
She already knew Xu Candong's lifestyle inside out. He had always loved gambling and having fun. When Xixi was still in his care, he usually slept in the morning, livestreamed in the afternoon, and went out to eat, drink, gamble, and have sex in the evening.
This time, he was trapped at home for three days without going out, which was already his limit. It was obvious that he could not hold it in any longer.
The opportunity had come. She quickly dressed up as her mother and followed her out.
Before leaving, she reached for a plastic lighter. She didn't smoke, but the automatic ignition on her gas stove at home hadn't been repaired and she needed the lighter to light it. It came in handy right then and there.
She followed closely, and when Xu Candong walked towards his car, she stood among the bushes in the green belt, lit her lighter, and shone her face from bottom to top...
Sure enough, Xu Candong was frightened out of his wits again.
Watching Xu Candong driving away in a panic, she bent over with laughter behind the bushes, and tears welled up in her eyes as she laughed.
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"Then what?" Chang Ting asked.
"Then I went home," Sister Qin said. "I didn't kill Xu Candong. I wish I had done it, but I haven't got the courage yet."
Chen He slowly let out the breath that had been hanging in his heart.
Chang Ting was silent, his eyes sweeping over Chen He and Qin Xiuzhu. Whether what they said was true or not, it would not be difficult to verify it further.
For example, surveillance footage could be collected along the route from the couple's residence to the crime scene to check whether they entered or left during that time period.
But based on experience alone, he had a hunch that neither of them was lying.
In addition, Xu Candong’s ex-wife Zou Li has also been ruled out because before the incident, she was afraid that Xu Candong would snatch the child away again, so she had already run away with Xixi.
In this way, the three people with clear motives for murder may all have to be ruled out.
Could it be that the murderer was a comic book reader imitating the plot to eliminate the evil for the people? There were more than a hundred or two hundred people who expressed this idea in the comment section, but thousands.
This range is really huge. Chang Ting's scalp tingled.
He gulped down a cup of coffee with a blank look in his eyes and said to Chen He, "Chen He, don't draw that comic anymore. It's best to delete it."
Chen He raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why?"
"Needless to say? First, this has sparked public debate more than once, which is detrimental to social stability. Second, if this is someone imitating the comics, you can't escape responsibility."
Chen He smiled: "Officer Chang, who is detrimental to social stability, me or Xu Candong? Who is responsible for maintaining social stability, me or you?
"If someone imitates something and causes adverse consequences, the author should be held accountable. Then, besides singing praises, will there be any other literary and artistic works in this world?
"You can't solve the case, but you're trying to find the person who made up the story. Isn't that treating the symptoms rather than the root cause?"
Chang Ting was so angry that his face turned red: "I...you...should I be held responsible? Things have gotten so bad that the leadership will definitely intervene! I'm just reminding you that your kindness will be taken for granted!"
"Oh, thank you then. I signed a contract to publish the comics, so I have the responsibility to continue updating them. I can't just stop whenever I want."
Chang Ting drank his coffee in a hurry, his fingers shaking a little. "I remind you, Chen He, this is a murder case. Even if the murderer killed a bad guy, his method was quite cruel. He must be a cold-blooded and ruthless person. If you get involved with such a person, you will be courting disaster. Be careful not to bring yourself into trouble!"
Chen He smiled nonchalantly, "What am I afraid of? Officers Chang and Zhou come to my house every few days. Who would dare to attack me under your noses?"
Chang Ting was furious: "You think we are security guards, right?"
“I don’t pay wages.”
"Okay, okay, do whatever you want!"
The interrogation ended in a bad mood.
Chen He was dragged back to her home on the third floor by Song Zhou, and she was absent-minded the whole time.
It wasn't Sister Qin, nor was it me, who killed Xu Candong. So who could it be?
Could it really be the revenge of Teacher Feng’s ghost?
She shook her head quickly, feeling like she was going crazy.
Song Zhou dragged her directly into the bedroom.
"It's just nap time, come catch up with me."
Song Zhou snuggled her into the quilt, hugged her from behind, put his nose against the back of her neck, and breathed evenly.
Chen He, for some reason, couldn't fall asleep. She remembered something and turned over to face Song Zhou. She sniffed his curly hair again and again, only to smell the faint fragrance of shampoo.
"Itchy..." Song Zhou complained vaguely with his eyes closed, obviously about to fall asleep.
"When you came back this morning, your hair smelled like cigarettes. Did you wash it?"
"I've already taken a bath..."
Chen He paused, then asked, "Why is there such a strong smell of smoke?"
"The old man in bed 29... has a very bad temper... He uses his walker to hide in the bathroom to smoke. When I don't let him smoke, he arrogantly blows smoke at me..." Song Zhou's sleepy voice was filled with grievance.
So that's how it is. Chen He felt relieved and laughed out loud. She laughed at herself for being so suspicious that she actually suspected Song Zhou of burning Xu Candong to death.
Chang Ting had also said that whoever killed Xu Candong must be cold-blooded and ruthless. How could someone as soft-hearted as Little Sheep possibly kill someone? His own divergent thinking was a bit too much.
"Let you laugh at me..." Song Zhou nudged her neck in anger.
"Okay, okay, let's go to sleep." Chen He hugged the curly head.
I relaxed and fell asleep quickly.
Song Zhou leaned in her arms motionless, as if he was also asleep.
However, his eyes were open and he didn't close them at all.
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