Teaching Building Female Corpse Case (6)

After get off work, Meng Siqi did not return to the police station but took a taxi home directly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the room, she saw her mother, Ye Xiuhui, sitting on the sofa and waving at her, "Come here, I'll show you something."

Ye Xiuhui was holding a photo in her hand.

Meng Siqi put down her backpack and walked over to take it. She rarely saw Ye Xiuhui take the initiative to discuss things with her.

The photo shows a middle-aged man with a decent appearance. The photo must have been retouched, as there are traces of retouching in some places, so he looks younger and fairer overall.

"Missing? Or murdered?" Meng Siqi seldom talked to Ye Xiuhui, so of course he asked directly.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Ye Xiuhui reacted violently, "What do you mean missing or murdered? This is the person my mom introduced to you."

"Date?" Meng Siqi was surprised. She had never thought that someone would introduce her to a date, and this person looked quite old.

She was a little disgusted, "This guy is probably around 40."

"Forty-one," Ye Xiuhui smiled, "a young and promising manager of a large company, with a good temperament and career. He has been busy with work in recent years and has no time to start a family. Your father got to know him, and he finally agreed to meet him. By the way, I forgot to show you his business card."

Unexpectedly, this was the conversation Ye Xiuhui had talked to her the most. When she introduced this man, her expression was quite excited, as if they were very supportive of this marriage.

"You have a good character and a good career?" Meng Siqi threw the photo and business card on the sofa. "You don't even have a girlfriend. I don't believe it."

Looking at the photos and business cards that were casually discarded, Ye Xiuhui's expression darkened. "What do you mean? Don't mothers understand clearly?"

"If everything is fine, then there must be something wrong." Meng Siqi said nothing and picked up his bag and went upstairs.

Ye Xiuhui was so angry that her tongue was spinning. "You, you... have no manners!"

The next day at work, Meng Siqi thought of the man Ye Xiuhui mentioned, and asked Zhao Leiting: "Can I find some specific information about a person if I only know his name and position?"

Zhao Leiting put down his pen and said confidently, "Of course, I won't borrow any resources from the bureau. I can check it for you myself."

Handing him the note, Zhao Leiting asked, "Is this person related to the case?"

"That's not the case. A friend of mine suffered a loss in business and felt that he was framed, so he wanted to ask me for help."

Zhao Leiting patted his chest and replied: "If you let me do this, it would be like using a butcher knife to kill a chicken!"

"Tsk tsk!" Meng Siqi smiled. After spending some time together, she felt that her relationships in the bureau had gradually improved, especially with Zhao Leiting, who was of similar age to her and could get along with her more easily, so Meng Siqi would talk to him about anything.

Unexpectedly, one day later, Zhao Leiting put a piece of paper full of words on her desk. Meng Siqi looked at the paper full of information and was immediately impressed. She looked up and smiled at him to express her gratitude.

Zhao Leiting curled his lips and said, "I've said it before. If it were in ancient times, people like me would be the number one villain in Dongchang!"

Dongchang was a famous intelligence-gathering agency in the Ming Dynasty. Its head was the eunuch in charge of the imperial seal. Meng Siqi smiled and said, "Zhao Zhangyin, thank you!"

"Meng Cairen, watch your words!"

"Ha ha……"

Meng Siqi's laughter was not loud, but it still attracted Feng Shaomin's attention.

The office was not big, Meng Siqi's seat was closer to the outside, closer to Zhao Leiting, while Feng Shaomin's seat was closer to the inside, closer to the Korean team's table. Everyone's table was piled with books and office supplies, so they didn't bother each other.

But sometimes she spoke too loudly and was inevitably heard, so Meng Siqi quickly covered her mouth. In fact, she was quite wary of Feng Shaomin. This man didn't like to laugh, and he looked bitter and resentful all day long. He also didn't like to get close to people, so Meng Siqi didn't know how to approach him.

After Zhao Leiting left, Meng Siqi picked up the "intelligence". In fact, it was just a simple resume and itinerary. It was not personal privacy and was all public. However, it was not easy for Zhao Leiting to come up with it.

From a pile of information, Meng Siqi grabbed several key words: "investor", "divorced a few years ago", and "son studying in the United States".

She also said that he was a single noble who was too busy with his career to have time to start a family. It turned out that Ye Xiuhui was lying to her.

She sighed and was about to shred the paper when she saw a familiar name, "Shangyin Shopping Mall" - this was the shopping mall run by her father and brother.

It turns out that this man has recently been contacting Shangyin Department Store to discuss investment.

With a little force, Meng Siqi crumpled the paper into a ball.

It turns out that even a daughter who is related to the Meng family by blood would be used as a bargaining chip for their investment.

That night, Meng Siqi did not go home. She stayed in the police station. In fact, even if she did not go back, Ye Xiuhui would not ask about her and would not worry about her safety. Maybe she thought that it was impossible for her daughter to get into trouble with her identity.

The next day, Zhou Jie Li's husband Zhao Guanghui was urgently discharged from the hospital and came to the bureau to claim the body. He looked a little weak, but he was a little different from the first time they met. He looked apologetic and heavy, and expressed his gratitude to his colleagues in the second team one by one.

Han Changlin shouted, "Xiao Zhao and Xiao Meng, you two should take Mr. Zhao to identify the body."

"Good job, Korean team."

A few minutes later, Zhao Leiting walked ahead and arrived at the corpse storage room. In the cold air, the staff skillfully unzipped the body bag.

Seeing the face revealed when the zipper was opened, Zhao Guanghui rushed over and lay on top of her, his voice choked with sobs: "Lili...how could you leave me..."

The cold storage room was very quiet, even a little eerie. Meng Siqi was afraid to come to such a place, and Zhao Guanghui's crying made it even more eerie.

She took a step back, trying to get closer to the door. But Zhao Leiting was standing beside her, so she didn't retreat.

When Zhao Guanghui left, Meng Siqi asked him a question out of curiosity: "Mr. Zhao, you love your wife very much, but I heard that you had a big fight with her at school once?"

Zhao Guanghui sighed, as if filled with endless regret, and said only a few words: "She wants a divorce, and I don't agree!"

"So after that, she chose to separate?"

In Meng Siqi's opinion, if Zhou Jie Li had been a little attached to her home, or if Zhao Guanghui had agreed to the divorce, perhaps her fate would have changed.

"Yes, it's my fault," Zhao Guanghui said in a calm tone, even though he was blaming himself. "I was actually lying to her about driving a taxi. I just went out to play cards and drink. I liked this kind of life... I don't remember when she found out, and she wanted a divorce... Do you think I would divorce her?"

"I love her so much!" Zhao Guanghui almost gritted his teeth.

How terrible love is sometimes!

Meng Siqi took out the piece of paper he had prepared in advance, opened it and placed it in Zhao Guanghui's hand.

Zhao Guanghui recognized the divorce agreement with countless folds on it at once, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Did you notice," Meng Siqi said, "that your wife did not sign her name on the divorce agreement?"

Zhao Guanghui was stunned for a moment. He picked up the signature on the divorce agreement and looked at it again and again. His eyes seemed to be fixed there.

"You were drunk the whole time, and I'm afraid you didn't read it carefully. There's a sentence at the end of the agreement: If you can cheer up, she will come back to you like before..."

“……” Zhao Guanghui clenched the paper tightly in his palm, more and more tightly, as if it was a memory that he could never grasp. His arms began to tremble, and he finally broke down in tears, sobbing with his head in his hands.

As his arms were raised, the cuffs of his sweater fell down, revealing the sleeves of his shirt underneath.

However, at this moment, Meng Siqi's nerves were suddenly broken.

The silver buttons on his cuffs had a very unique leaf vein pattern, exactly the same as the buttons in her memory.

She almost couldn't help but tremble and asked, "It was you who killed Zhou Jie Li?"

Zhao Guanghui's sobbing suddenly stopped.

"Why did you want to kill her!" Meng Siqi couldn't control his emotions at all and almost questioned him.

Zhao Guanghui slowly raised his head. At that moment, his eyes looked like a different person, terribly sinister. "What did you say? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Meng Siqi was like a knot was untied, and shouted: "That night you saw your wife being hurt, but you didn't save her. You entered the room and found that your wife was not dead, but she happened to wake up, so you strangled her. You could have saved her, but what hatred made you want to kill her!"

"What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence?" Meng Siqi smiled palely, "You never thought that your wife still loves you so much? You thought she didn't love you anymore and wanted to leave you, so you killed her! You will only live in the pain of ruthlessness and lovelessness for the rest of your life!"

Her voice was so powerful that Zhao Guanghui's whole body was shaking. He even laughed crazily, "Even if it is true, so what? Where is your evidence? Where is your evidence?"

Facing his madness, Meng Siqi became very calm. "Don't you think it's strange? Why is there a deep ring mark on Zhou Jie Li's neck... After you strangled her to death, although you carefully wiped the fingerprints on her neck, you couldn't erase this deep mark at all!"

She grabbed the wrist with the ring on it and put the gold ring on his finger, which was as wide as a one-dollar coin, under his eyes. "Let's go and match it with the mark on her neck now!"

In fact, Meng Siqi had always wondered what the little red mark on Zhou Jie Li's neck was. When she saw the ring on Zhao Guanghui's finger holding the divorce agreement, it was hard not to have the same association.

Zhao Guanghui's pupils turned red as if someone had seen through the devil in his heart. He suddenly shook off Meng Siqi's hand, stretched out his sharp claws, and fiercely grabbed her neck, shouting hysterically: "You lunatic, you lunatic..."

"Ugh..." Meng Siqi felt a burning pain in her throat, which made her feel dizzy as if her brain was lacking oxygen. She tried desperately to grab at it with her hands several times, but was still held down by his strength.

The veins on the back of Zhao Guanghui's hands bulged as he held her with all his strength and pushed her against the wall. The back of her head hit the wall with a loud bang, causing Meng Siqi to feel dizzy. She was clamped tightly between the iron palm and the wall, and her arms slowly went limp.

She remembered that when she saw the murderer strangling Zhou Jie Li to death, she felt terrified. Her hands and feet were cold at that time. She never thought about the pain Zhou Jie Li had experienced. The wailing that was held back in her throat and could not be shouted out made her scalp tingle when she recalled it.

However, the feeling she was experiencing at that moment was probably just like that, a kind of panic that made her want to breathe and wanted to vomit her entire heart into the air!

"Bang!" There was only a muffled sound, and with a heavy punch, the iron clamp around Meng Siqi's neck loosened.

She bent over and breathed hard, trying to get oxygen. Amid her uncomfortable coughing, Zhao Guanghui staggered, and he was hit in the head and retreated backwards.

Zhao Leiting punched him hard in the stomach again, and as he cried out in pain, he quickly grabbed Zhao Guanghui and pinned him to the ground.

Zhao Lei Ting seemed to be still unsatisfied and cursed, "You attacked the police, you think his mother is too old!" He then used his hard knee to hit his back hard.

Zhao Guanghui had half of his face pressed against the cold concrete floor. He struggled stubbornly and angrily, his eyes bloodshot and he made suppressed "uh uh" sounds.

This is the corridor leading to the body storage room. Usually, almost no one passes by here. Perhaps they heard the noise, so several colleagues hurried over.

The female colleague hurriedly asked about Meng Siqi's condition and wanted to send her for a check-up.

Meng Siqi rubbed her neck with her palms. It was a little painful, but not serious. She felt much better. She cleared her throat again. Apart from the uncomfortable foreign body sensation and dizziness in her head, she felt nothing serious.

Zhao Leiting handcuffed Zhao Guanghui, looked up and praised Meng Siqi, and said with concern: "It's amazing, I didn't expect that the real murderer is someone else. Meng Siqi, are you okay?"