Piranha Plant (8)

Meng Siqi was stunned. What she wanted was for Song Xinran to develop abnormal emotions, and nothing could happen.

Almost at the same time, three people from the office followed Da Cheng and ran to the interrogation room. When they opened the door, they saw Song Xinran, hunched over, lying on the table in discomfort. Her mouth was trembling slightly, as if she was mumbling something.

Her back trembled slightly, like a wounded little animal, which made people feel inexplicable sympathy.

No one would think of her as a suspect at this moment. At this moment, she should be called a weak person, a frail and helpless woman, a patient who urgently needs comfort and treatment.

Meng Siqi rushed over and asked anxiously, "Song Xinran, what happened to you?"

She lay on the table and rolled her eyes, as if in pain.

She always had a beautiful sitting posture and a perfect image, and to look like this she must have been in great pain.

Feng Shaomin was always very calm, but even at this moment he could not help but frown, "Let's go to the hospital, right now, Zhao Leiting, help us."

Although it was a normal detention procedure, it would be a very serious matter if the suspect had an accident in the interrogation room.

"I want to see Jin Yaming, let me see him!" When Feng Shaomin lifted one of her arms, Song Xinran suddenly resisted, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Feng Shaomin had no choice but to let go and tried to persuade her: "Jin Yaming is in the detention center, he can't save you!"

"I know my illness and I have medicine." Song Xinran reached for his pocket with trembling hands. In an instant, with a series of "pop, pop, pop" sounds, the medicine bottles fell to the ground, the bottle caps fell off, and black pills spilled all over the ground.

Meng Siqi froze for a moment, and hurriedly squatted down to pick up the pills. The pills were very small, only the size of rice grains, and the surface was smooth, so it was very troublesome to pick them up. They would easily slip between her fingernails. As she picked them up, she asked, "How many do you want to take?"

Song Xinran replied with a trembling voice: "I don't know, it has always been...Ya Ming who feeds me..."

She wanted to see Jin Yaming. Although Meng Siqi realized that this was impossible, at the critical moment, she could only look up at Feng Shaomin. Feng Shaomin understood and was probably anxious, so he urged Zhao Leiting: "Xiao Zhao, call the detention center immediately and ask Jin Yaming."

Jin Yaming had not yet been transferred to the court and was being held in the detention center. Zhao Leiting nodded quickly and rushed out immediately.

Ten minutes later, he rushed back, panting, "Twenty pills, yes twenty pills."

Meng Siqi had already picked up a handful of black pills and checked twenty of them. With his other hand, he lifted up Song Xinran's upper body, waited for her to sit still, and put the pills in front of her mouth, "Come on, eat it quickly."

Song Xinran opened her mouth weakly, and Meng Siqi immediately fed her the medicine and gave her a sip of warm water. As her throat rolled down, she swallowed the pill. She was still shaking slightly, but was much better than when she first found out.

Meng Siqi slowly placed her on the chair to rest, then took off his coat and covered her with it.

Zhao Lei Ting hurriedly brought a blanket from the office and changed her coat. It was winter and it was a little cold even in a closed space.

In this way, the three of them sat in the interrogation room, silent, waiting for Song Xinran to wake up.

Half an hour later, Song Xinran slightly opened her eyelids. She seemed to have recovered, but she was still a little weak. She slowly said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss Song." Zhao Leiting replied.

Song Xinran sighed: "What time is it now?"

Feng Shaomin looked at his watch and said, "It's half past nine, Song Xinran, you can leave now. If you feel unwell, we will take you to the hospital."

"I'm fine. I'll be fine after taking some medicine." Song Xinran slowly lifted the blanket. "Thank you so much. I usually get a heart attack when I get nervous or panic. It's an old problem and there's no cure."

"I'm glad you're okay. You can take a rest. Xiao Zhao, pour her a cup of hot water."

After Song Xinran drank a few sips of hot water, her expression returned to normal and her red lips became more vivid. She stood up, slowly folded the blanket and placed it on the chair. Her movements were very polite and orderly. She also put the medicine bottles that Meng Siqi had packed one by one on the table into her pocket.

After finishing everything, she smiled, and this smile returned to the beauty of the Piranha Plant, "Goodbye, everyone!"

Watching Song Xinran leave the interrogation room and hearing the rhythmic tapping sounds of high heels in the corridor, Meng Siqi felt complicated. She hoped that Song Xinran was okay, but she also hoped that she would confess voluntarily when she was most helpless. However, this was a contradiction, and she could only watch her leave safely.

Feng Shaomin held a pill in his hand and observed it, "Is this medicine for myocardial infarction? Is this the symptom of myocardial infarction?"

He didn't ask for everyone's answer because there were too many traces of Song Xinran's performance today. Although this illness was very real, Feng Shaomin still had some doubts.

Zhao Leiting said: "Brother Feng, you don't doubt that Song Xinran was acting, right? Apart from not foaming at the mouth, it must have been painful for her to act like this."

"That's all for today." Feng Shaomin stood up. "It's getting late. You should go back and rest. Xiao Zhao, if you have the energy, go see Xiao Meng off."

"Don't worry," Meng Siqi said, "There is still one last bus."

"Goodbye," Zhao Leiting smiled, "I didn't do much today, so I have to see you off."

When Meng Siqi sat in Zhao Leiting's car, she was already feeling weak and exhausted, not only physically but also mentally. She knew that Song Xinran was the murderer, but she couldn't convict her. All the clues were clear, but Song Xinran had woven a set of lies that could not be broken.

Zhao Lei Ting knew that she was tired, so he didn't say a word during the entire car ride, wanting her to have a good rest.

When she got home, she dragged her tired body and just wanted to go to bed to rest, but Ye Xiuhui looked unhappy, "You idiot, didn't we agree yesterday that you would go home for dinner when your brother comes back today?"

Meng Siqi almost forgot that she had promised to go home for dinner last night. Recently, Aunt Chang always said that she hadn't cooked for her for a long time. She didn't do it for Meng Tingzhe, but simply wanted to eat a meal cooked by Aunt Chang. After all, the food in the police station cafeteria was still a bit simple.

"I forgot. I was so busy today that I forgot." Meng Siqi felt a little regretful. Aunt Chang must have cooked a lot of delicious food today.

"Did you forget? Your brother has been waiting for you for a long time. How can you be a police officer with such a bad memory? I doubt you even have a place to stand in the unit."

She guessed that Meng Tingzhe would come up with some weird ideas when he came back home to wait for her to eat. She also laughed and said, "Your memory is not as good as mine."

"You're still mocking me? You idiot."

Meng Siqi walked up the stairs. Although her steps were tired, she still remembered to tell Ye Xiuhui: "You have a good memory? How good can you be to remember who is your biological child..."

Ye Xiuhui was suddenly startled, it was as sudden as if something invisible hit her.

She stood there in a daze.

Of course Ye Xiuhui would never forget who her biological daughter was. When her daughter was lost in the hospital, she cried for three days and three nights. She loved her so much. She was so young. She felt heartbroken when she thought about whether she was still alive in this world and that she would live helplessly from now on without her parents to take care of her.

She had always dreamed of her daughter returning home, and that longing made Meng Siqi's father Meng Hui decide to adopt a child. Ye Xiuhui was resistant at first, but in the end she gave in.

Meng Tingzhe was very handsome when he was a child. Ye Xiuhui still remembers that she put a skirt on him. Gradually, she gave all her love for her daughter to Meng Tingzhe. People are strange. The longer the time, the more they give. Her feelings for Meng Tingzhe are like those of a mother and son.

She originally thought that she would have maternal love after her daughter returned home, but she could never find the original feelings. Perhaps all her thoughts and feelings were given to Meng Tingzhe, and she no longer had the original feelings for Meng Siqi.

She also doubted herself, but she couldn't deceive herself. Deep down, she really cared about her son more.

That night, Ye Xiuhui thought a lot and made excuses for herself. Meng Siqi had changed. She was raised by that poor peasant couple and had been "transformed". Although she had the blood of the Meng family, she was not the heir of the Meng family and she was not qualified.

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Meng Siqi never thought about Ye Xiuhui's reflection at all. She also clearly realized that she would not become the heir in this family. This is a family that favors boys over girls and is biased.

She wanted everything back, and she was definitely unwilling to give up. But now she was too busy to do anything else, and she wanted to do what she wanted to do. She had fallen in love with her job, which was the honor bestowed upon her by the police badge. Once she put on the police uniform, she would bear the responsibility. She knew that Ye Xiuhui and Meng Tingzhe would not understand her feelings, and they would never understand.

What she wanted to do most at this moment was to bring all the criminals to justice, including Song Xinran.

Although the current progress is not smooth, she firmly believes that continued investigation will reveal Song Xinran's secrets.

One day later, when Meng Siqi was working at the police station, he suddenly heard shocking news. A police officer suddenly ran into the office and said, "Captain Han, the detention center called. Jin Yaming said he wanted to explain the process of killing Fu Songan!"

Han Changlin stopped what he was doing, and not only him, but the entire office became quiet. Feng Shaomin slowly stood up and looked at Meng Siqi, with a hint of worry on his face.

Meng Siqi also stood up and looked him in the eye. She understood Feng Shaomin's feelings, and she was even more worried because she knew that Song Xinran had succeeded again.

Han Changlin seemed to realize something, and he lowered his voice and shouted, "Old Feng, take Xiao Meng and Xiao Zhao to the interrogation."

Feng Shaomin nodded. As he and Meng Siqi walked to the detention center, he said in a deep voice, "Song Xinran is indeed not a simple person."

Meng Siqi said solemnly, "Master, so she has been using us all the time. Not only did she ask me to bring a message to Jin Yaming last time, but this time, she also conveyed a message to Jin Yaming through a pill?"

"Maybe," Feng Shaomin replied, "We underestimated her. She is more cunning than we thought!"

Feng Shaomin's tone was obviously heavier when he used the word "cunning". Perhaps in his many years of criminal experience, he had rarely faced such a difficult opponent.

Zhao Leiting walked behind her. He didn't dare to think about it just now, but after listening to the conversation between the two people, he suddenly felt a chill. He didn't believe that Song Xinran was acting that night. She looked really painful, just like in the hospital, he saw the pain of the patients longing for health.

If this was really her performance, then she was really terrible. He even remembered the gorgeous smile she had when she walked out of the interrogation room. It seemed like she had arranged all of this in advance. Once the information about the pills was conveyed, Jin Yaming would take the initiative to take the blame for her.

Jin Yaming has already killed someone, so he doesn't need to care. As long as he takes all the responsibility, Song Xinran can rest assured.

What kind of people are these two? What kind of relationship do they have?

Zhao Leiting's scalp tingled just thinking about it.