Chapter 39 has nothing to do with me
After investigating Hu Xiaoqing for several days, the last person to see him was five days ago at noon, also near a public toilet.
Although the young woman's words did not significantly help explain the cause of Hu Xiaoqing's death, they did give the police another direction for their investigation.
Previously, the police also believed that Hu Xiaoqing's death was related to Shen Lingyu.
However, after investigation, it was found that Shen Lingyu had been lying comfortably in the hospital for so many days and had not gone out at all. She didn't even know that Hu Xiaoqing had died, so how could it have been her?
After providing information at the police station and learning about the investigation results, Song Lubai limped off to the hospital.
She heard from people at the neighborhood office that Shen Lingyu hadn't gone home even once since learning of Hu Xiaoqing's death.
Some people say that Shen Lingyu was heartless. Even if she didn't kill him, and it was her husband who died, she should have been present at the family funeral.
Song Lubai had previously suspected Shen Lingyu, but the police haven't arrested her in the past few days, which is enough to prove that she really has nothing to do with Hu Xiaoqing's death.
The police definitely have more information than she does. For example, Liu Mei's family was arrested for committing a crime. If Shen Lingyu really has a problem, she should be arrested as well.
In the ward, Shen Lingyu was sleeping with her back to everyone, facing the wall. When Song Lubai entered, she could hear the woman on the opposite bed making sarcastic remarks.
They said things like "heartless" and "the person is dead and they don't even go back to see them."
Police officers have been in and out of this ward, and Hu Xiaoqing's parents and sisters have come to cause trouble. Shen Lingyu's family affairs are no secret in the ward.
The person opposite her was making sarcastic remarks, but Shen Lingyu lay on the bed without any reaction.
It wasn't until Song Lubai sat down on Shen Lingyu's bed and glanced at the woman on the opposite bed that the woman frowned, sized her up, and shut her mouth.
Shen Lingyu opened her eyes, and the bloodshot eyes made her look very haggard.
What brings you here?
Song Lubai: "I came to see you."
Shen Lingyu sat up: "Has the police found out how he fell into the toilet and died?"
Song Lubai shook her head: "I don't know..."
Before she could finish speaking, the woman opposite her, who had just calmed down, sneered and said, "What's the use of asking now? The person is dead and you didn't even go back to see him. I've never seen such a heartless person. People who don't know better would think you're guilty and too scared to go back."
Shen Lingyu had had enough of being treated like a rat in the street these past few days in the ward, but when Song Lubai came, she inexplicably found the courage to curse back.
"He'll come back to life if I go back? You're more powerful than the police, then you should arrest me right now!"
The woman never expected that Shen Lingyu, who had ignored everything people said to her these past few days, would actually talk back.
"Any family that marries you is incredibly unlucky. You're a cancer on the capitalist family, you've caused your own husband's death, and you haven't even left him a son to carry on the family line. How can a woman like you have the face to live?"
That woman's words were so awful.
Song Lubai wanted to slap her twice.
Shen Lingyu: "The fact that I didn't leave him a child is retribution for his family beating me. If you want to keep one, go ahead and do it. Go find him now. You don't need to come here every day to plead for him. I just don't understand, what does my family's business have to do with you?"
The woman's hands trembled with anger: "Any family that marries a woman like you is truly cursed for eight lifetimes..."
Shen Lingyu: "If you want to leave him an heir, then go find him."
The woman clutched her chest: "Marrying you was the worst thing that could have happened..."
Shen Lingyu crossed her arms: "If you want to leave him an heir, then go find him!"
The woman's eyes blazed with fury: "You shameless slut, you're a menace..."
Shen Lingyu became increasingly composed: "If you want to leave him an heir, then go find him..."
The woman was so angry she was panting heavily.
The other patients in the ward couldn't stand it anymore.
"Alright, alright, this is their family matter, why are you saying so much?"
Tears welled in the woman's eyes as she said, aggrieved, "I can't bear to see it!"
Shen Lingyu: "When I was almost beaten to death by his family so many times, and almost sold to the countryside, why didn't you stand up for me? Just because I have a bad class background, you bully the weak and fear the strong. So what? People with bad class backgrounds deserve to die?"
"So women are just supposed to be treated like slaves, bullied to the point of death and unable to fight back? What have I done that I have to be criticized by you all every day? We're all women, and you all pity him when he dies, does that mean what his family did to me in the past can be erased? What kind of logic is that?"
Even though he's dead, I'll still hate him!
Feeling increasingly aggrieved, Shen Lingyu buried her face in the blanket and began to sob.
The people in the ward fell silent, their expressions unnatural, the only sound the sobbing.
Once the crying subsided a bit, Song Lubai said, "Today a girl said..."
She publicly revealed that Hu Xiaoqing had been peeping in the women's restroom.
Although Hu Xiaoqing died in the toilet, his reputation was not ruined after all.
Song Lubai didn't want him to leave with a clean slate.
Everyone's eyes widened after hearing this.
Shen Lingyu stopped crying.
She blinked her tear-streaked eyelashes and asked suspiciously, "Could he have deliberately hidden in the toilet at night, and then been kicked into the latrine by some woman who found him?"
Song Lubai: "That's possible, but a cesspool can't drown a person. The police suspect that he was suffocated by someone holding him down."
"Ugh, the toilet smells awful. What's he doing in there? He must be out of his mind."
"What are you doing, being a pervert?"
"How could such a big man be pinned down in the toilet by a woman and unable to get up? That's impossible!"
Shen Lingyu said, "He's not tall and he's very thin. Even the old lady next door to my house is stronger than him."
Someone asked, "If he went to the toilet to peep, didn't you smell anything? He would be gone for a long time, didn't you ever ask him what he was doing? He beat that young girl, who knows if he's ever harmed other women?"
Shen Lingyu lowered her eyelashes: "He was a sanitation worker, and he always smelled bad. His mother rarely let me go out. She would beat and scold me if she was unhappy. If I asked him where he was, he would scold me for meddling and beat me. His mother would come and beat me as soon as she heard the noise. His father would beat me when he was drunk. I had no say in that family."
The young married woman diagonally across from me looked at me with sympathy and said, "Sister, but I don't think you're someone to be trifled with."
Shen Lingyu: "That's now. I almost died once, and I've figured it out. If you're kind, you'll be bullied. If you're cowardly, you'll be bullied your whole life."
Hearing the people in the ward cursing Hu Xiaoqing's family, Song Lubai finally felt relieved.
“You must have been lying in bed all day. Come out for a walk with me.”
And so, the two left the ward.
Once they were out in a secluded spot, Song Lubai asked directly with a complicated expression, "Sister Lingyu, you're older than me, so I'll call you 'sister.' I have a question for you, and I want you to tell me the truth."
Seeing her serious expression, Shen Lingyu also said earnestly, "I know what you want to ask. I only told you about the time I went out in the middle of the night before, but when the police came last time, I also told them that I only went out in the middle of the night that one time."
“I heard from the police that Hu Xiaoqing died five nights ago. I was on an IV drip until after nine o’clock that day. The patient in the next bed came that night. His family members were running around and barely slept all night. They can testify that I didn’t go out. So, Xiao Song, his death really has nothing to do with me.”
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