Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Dead Wife (Part 2)

Ning Helan took it down and rubbed it. It seemed to be the thread on Ding Jie's sweater. He held the thread in front of Brother Ji. Brother Ji immediately jumped up and knocked the thread to the ground, then lowered his head and kept pecking at it.

"Okay, okay..." Ning Helan got up from the recliner and picked up the sweater thread. "Is there anything strange about this thing?"

"Click!" Brother Ji called out in response. Ning Helan's face darkened and he took out his phone.

Qin Yang rarely had to work overtime today. After work, he went to a small restaurant he often went to for dinner with several colleagues. He was drinking happily when his cell phone rang.

"Xiao Lan?... You guys eat first, I'm going to answer a phone call..." Qin Yang said to his colleagues.

Qin Yang walked to a quiet place: "What's wrong with Xiao Lan?"

"Brother Yang, I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"Last month, in Wanghu Road Community, was there another woman who jumped to her death? Her name was Chen Wei, about 25 years old."

"...Why are you asking this?" Qin Yang rubbed his hair, "What do you want to do?"

Ning Helan's low laugh came from the other end of the phone: "I'm not doing anything, just asking."

"Wait for me..." Qin Yang pressed his eyebrows, "I don't remember, it shouldn't be handled by us..."

A colleague suddenly popped up from the side: "Captain Qin, you are avoiding alcohol, right? Xiao Liu said that you couldn't drink more than him last time, and he wanted to drink with you."

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Yang to speak, He grabbed his shoulder and led him to the private room: "Hey, I caught Captain Qin!"

The colleagues in the private room began to make a noise.

"Captain Qin, Xiao Liu said that you gave him the report last time, and he spent a lot of effort to make up a story, and then Captain Han said that it was ridiculous, and now he is very dissatisfied."

"Hey, I didn't say that! Don't wrongly accuse me!"

Facing the noisy colleagues, Qin Yang had to say to Ning Helan on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Lan, I will call you tomorrow..."

"Beep...beep..." Ning Helan shook her head helplessly after hearing the busy tone coming from the phone.

Ning Helan didn't have the habit of eating breakfast when Ning Guohua was not at home, and Fang Hui didn't need to eat either. He lay in bed half asleep and half awake, not wanting to get up.

He had received ten points of good karma that day, and he was still excited.

The house was still quiet until eleven o'clock in the morning.

Brother Ji had already scared away the sparrows and chased away the crows on the balcony, and his exercise for the day was considered complete.

Hearing the sounds of chickens flying and birds chirping outside, Fang Hui opened the study door and poked his head out to take a look. Brother Ji was fighting back and forth with a kestrel.

The kestrel was no match for Brother Ji, and soon gave up and flew away.

Brother Ji rang the bell heroically, declaring his position.

It is the king of balconies in this area, the overlord of the balcony.

Fang Hui hadn't said anything mean for a few days, and now he was burning with anger. He walked to the balcony in a nonchalant manner: "Hey, Brother Ji is so good, he can even beat an eagle?

"Click!" Brother Ji shook his comb, his chest held high, looking very proud.

Fang Hui sneered, his eyes fell on the back of Brother Ji's head. Some feather tubes emerged from the place where he was bald before, which looked very similar to a bald head on a human. It was as ugly as it could be.

He leaned down and raised his chin: "Hey, Brother Ji, you said you are so ugly, is it natural or acquired? Besides, why don’t Ning Helan and his family raise a pretty chicken? I heard that they raise pretty roosters with colorful feathers...”

“...” The rooster tilted its head and glanced at Fang Hui, but didn’t peck him immediately.

Fang Hui was wondering, “Huh? So well behaved today?”

Fang Hui looked at the rooster with some confusion, wondering why he didn’t attack him today, “Could it be that I didn’t trigger the key word?”

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and shouted, “Ugly rooster?”

“Chuckles!”

Sure enough, as soon as the word appeared, the rooster’s hair immediately became fluffy, and with a force of its legs, it flew up and grabbed Fang Hui’s hair and wouldn’t let go.

“Fuck...you..." Fang Hui’s scalp was so painful from being pulled, “Loosen your mouth, loosen your mouth! You ugly rooster!”

“Chuckles! "Not only did Brother Ji not let go, he also pulled his hair to the side.

"It hurts, it hurts... I'm warning you, if you don't let go, I'll show you what's happening!"

"Click!"

"Can you two be quiet..." With a lazy voice, Ning Helan leaned against the wall and yawned, "Seriously, Fang Hui, why do you always bother Brother Ji?"

"Who... Hey, who bothered it? I just said it's ugly, do I have to be beaten for telling the truth?"

"Whether you say it's ugly or shabby, it may not beat you, but Brother Ji is more sensitive to the word 'ugly', so you'd better say it differently next time..."

"Ah! "

Before Ning Helan could finish her words, she saw Brother Ji pluck a handful of hair from the back of Fang Hui's head, and the originally thick and black top of his head suddenly became bald.

"Ahhh! My hair! "Fang Hui shook off the chicken and rushed into the bathroom.

In front of the bright light and clean mirror in the bathroom, there was an obvious depression in Fang Hui's hair. He touched it and it was not smooth...

All signs showed that he was really bald by a chicken.

He, an adult male of 1.8 meters, was bald by a chicken, and an ugly one at that.

Ning Helan looked at Fang Hui petrified on the spot, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Fang Hui, there is one thing I want to remind you. I heard from my grandfather that the hair in the container will not grow back... unless you change the container."

Fang Hui turned around with a dazed look on his face: "Change the container... then change it for me quickly!"

Ning Helan spread her hands: "I can't.

Fang Hui covered the back of his head and asked, "When will Grandpa Ning come back?" "It's hard to say. He sent me a message yesterday saying that he is

now in the minority village participating in their bonfire festival. It will take at least a week..."

"Brother's hair..." Fang Hui touched his bald scalp. Although the attack of the ugly chicken was not very harmful, it was very insulting. "Brother's thick black hair! !"

It was almost noon. Ning Helan went to wash up and planned to cook some noodles. As soon as the hot noodles were served on the table, she saw Fang Hui squatting beside the table, with a head popping up, looking at her with a sad look.

Ning Helan: ...

I wanted to pretend I didn't see it, but now Fang Hui was staring at me intently, so I had to put down my chopsticks and look at him: "Just tell me if you have anything to say." "

I can't go out like this, but I still want to do good deeds. What do you think I should do, Taoist priest?" Fang Hui gritted his teeth, "You raised the chicken, you have to be responsible."

"It's just a little hair loss, why can't I go out? Look at the Mediterranean hair all over the street..."

"It's different! I still have to pay attention to my image! I haven't gone out like this in my twenty years of life! I always dress myself up!"

Ning Helan blew on the soup in the bowl: "Fang Hui, did you wear open-crotch pants when you were a child?"

Fang Hui was stunned: "Ah? Yes."

"Those open-crotch pants will expose your buttocks, but you didn't care at that time. When you were a kid, you exposed your bottom, and now you expose your top, it's the same."

"Can you please stop calling me a pervert!"

Ning Helan slowly finished a bowl of noodles, and saw Fang Hui still staring at her: "Then why don't you go out during this time?"

"No, I have too few souls now, and I can't maintain my current state. If I don't accumulate good karma, I will soon disappear from this world..." Fang Hui gritted his teeth and glared at Ji Ge over there angrily.

Ning Helan pressed his brow with his slender fingers, thinking about what reason to find to get rid of him.

Fortunately, the crisp doorbell rang and interrupted his thoughts.

"Ding Dong~"

Who could it be at this point?

Ning Helan went to open the door in slippers. Qin Yang was wearing a police uniform and his face was red. He took off his police hat and his hair was wet with sweat: "Xiao Lan, do you have ice water?"

"Yes."

"Give me a glass..."

Qin Yang said as he walked into the house and then rushed straight into the bathroom.

After washing his face with cold water several times, the heat faded a lot and his face was not as red as before. Qin Yang shook his hair and took a long breath.

Ning Helan poured him a glass of water from the refrigerator. Fearing that it was not cold enough, he added a few pieces of ice.

"Brother Yang, your water."

"Thank you." Qin Yang took it and drank it with his head raised. Ning Helan poured him another glass.

After drinking another half cup, Qin Yang sat on the sofa as if relieved.

"Brother Yang, are you taking a break today?"

"I do want to take a break. I went out on duty as soon as I arrived at the unit this morning. So I came up to drink a glass of water when I passed by here..." Qin Yang said as he looked around the room, "Where's Grandpa Ning?"

"He went on a trip."

"He's in a good mood." Qin Yang stood up and followed Ning Helan into the kitchen, "Xiao Lan, is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"How about noodles?"

"Sure." Qin Yang said as he stepped back a few steps and sat on the dining table outside. Only then did he notice the head that popped out from the table. He was so scared that he dropped half of his butt and almost fell to the ground with his chair.

Qin Yang: ...

Fang Hui: ...

Qin Yang saw Fang Hui squatting beside the table, only his two eyes were exposed and staring at them.

"... Fang Hui? What's wrong with you?" Qin Yang saw that he looked resentful. .

"He lost the fight with Brother Ji." Ning Helan said.

"Chicken..." Qin Yang looked at Fang Hui, then at Brother Ji over there, and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, hey, you can't even beat a chicken, your fighting ability is not good."

"Nonsense... I let it win." Fang Hui said stubbornly.

Qin Yang nodded: "Yes, in fact, roosters are very strong in fighting. If they are placed in the countryside, they can also guard the house."

Fang Hui pursed his lips and said nothing. Qin Yang looked at him strangely: "Then why are you hiding?"

"..." Fang Hui pulled the corner of his mouth, "I'm disfigured."

"What?!" Qin Yang was really shocked and had to start looking at Fang Hui seriously, "Why do I think your face is fine..."

"The back of his head was bald by the chicken brother..." Ning Helan in the kitchen took over.

Fang Hui couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Can you say less?"

"Bald? Let me see..." Qin Yang was very curious. He went around Fang Hui's back, and Fang Hui immediately covered the back of his head with his hands and ran away.

Qin Yang moved forward again, and Fang Hui moved to the side again.

"Let me see."

"No need to look, Brother Yang."

"Let me take a look."

"There's really nothing to see."

After walking around the table several times, Qin Yang shouted, "Stop."

Fang Hui immediately stopped moving and raised his hands.

Qin Yang laughed, "Yeah, very obedient."

Then he walked behind Fang Hui and glanced at the back of his head. He was indeed bald, which was very funny.

Fang Hui laughed undisguisedly from behind, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

"Hey, it's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just a small piece of baldness." Qin Yang patted Fang Hui's shoulder to comfort him, "We also had baldness sometimes."

Fang Hui pouted, blushed and didn't say anything. Qin Yang continued, "When I arrested a suspect once, he resisted and pulled my hair hard. My goodness, I pulled blood out of my scalp at that time. Well, this... This ear, not only is it bald, but there is still a scar now."

Fang Hui looked in the direction of his finger and could indeed see a faint scar under the hair. In his heart, he couldn't help but be a little more respectful of the police uncle.

"Brother Yang, the noodles are ready." Ning Helan brought out a large bowl of noodles from the kitchen, with soybean sauce and minced meat added, and two poached eggs.

Qin Yang happily pulled a stool over and sat down: "Hey, it smells so good... Wow, Xiao Lan, you are really good at cooking noodles."

Ning He Lan also sat down: "Brother Yang, what's the matter?"

"Oh, someone died in the neighborhood next door. Let's go take a look." Qin Yang slurped his noodles, looking really hungry.

Ning Helan's eyes moved slightly: "Can I ask what happened?"

Qin Yang slurped a big mouthful of noodles, chewed and swallowed, and said: "The dead person is a young man. No one else has been found in the house for the time being, but it's hard to say whether it was suicide."

"Could it be the man we went to see yesterday?" Fang Hui said casually.

Qin Yang glanced at him: "Which man?" "His

name is Ding Jie."

"!" Qin Yang was swallowing noodles and almost choked, "Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Ning Helan patted his back with amusement: "Brother Yang, don't get excited."

Qin Yang quickly drank a big gulp of ice water, then raised his head and looked at Fang Hui: "The Ding Jie you are talking about lives in Wanghu Community, is he 28 years old, thin and small?"

Fang Hui blinked: "Yeah..."

Seeing Qin Yang's expression changed, Fang Hui's expression also changed: "It can't be such a coincidence? It was Ding Jie who died? But we just saw him yesterday."

Qin Yang finished the remaining noodles in two mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and said: "Have you two seen him?"

Ning Helan and Fang Hui nodded.

"What did you do when you met him?"

"Uh..." Ning Helan raised her hands, "Do you want to listen to science or the supernatural?"

"...What did you do again?" Qin Yang knew that the two of them went to see Ding Jie for no good reason.

After listening to Ning Helan's explanation, Qin Yang's eyes widened: "So the one you asked me about yesterday..."

"Chen Wei." Ning Helan reminded quietly beside him.

"Oh, yes, Chen Wei. Chen Wei is Ding Jie's wife?" Qin Yang took out his cell phone, "Wait for me to ask." Qin Yang took the cell phone

and went to make a call, and then he looked back at Ning Helan: "Yesterday, Ding Jie said he didn't want to live anymore, and he died today. Suicide?"

"It's hard to say." Ning Helan rested one hand on the table against her temples, as if thinking about something.

"Could it be that his 'dead' wife did it? In that case, both husband and wife would have become ghosts." Fang Hui made wild guesses, "Hey, if he died, would he turn into a powerful ghost? Together with his wife... wouldn't that be two powerful ghosts? Now that your grandfather is not here, can we handle it?"

"What a rich imagination." Ning Helan confirmed his wild thoughts.

Seeing that Ning Helan was not panicking at all, Fang Hui leaned forward and moved his stool towards him: "Hey, little Taoist priest, why aren't you emotional? How did you solve these problems before?"

Ning Helan seemed to be in a trance. When she heard Fang Hui's question, she said in confusion: "Do we have to solve this problem?" "

..." Fang Hui closed his eyes and calmed himself down. "Didn't Ding Jie come to ask your grandfather for help? Didn't Grandpa Ning agree..."

Ning Helan smiled faintly: "You also said that you asked my grandfather, but my grandfather is traveling now, and I didn't agree to help him deal with this matter."

"!" Fang Hui stood up from the stool and stared at Ning Helan with his eyes wide open, but then he thought about what Ning Helan said, and he didn't say he would accept this commission, so he sat down again.

Ning Helan looked at his movements with amusement: "What? Do you still want to scold me?"

Fang Hui folded his hands unhappily and crossed his legs on the table: "No."

Ning Helan thought for a while and said: "If we accept this commission and deal with it, will the number on your wrist increase again?"

"Yes."

"If it doesn't increase, will you still think about solving this matter?"

Fang Hui looked at Ning Helan in surprise, and this was a question for him.

He scratched his head: "Probably not..."

I have to say, he is quite honest.

Ning Helan raised her eyebrows slightly and said nothing more.

Qin Yang had also finished the call at this time, and said solemnly: "Ding Jie does have a wife named Chen Wei, who jumped to her death last month."

Ning Helan's eyes darkened, and Fang replied to me: "Is she really dead? We went to Ding Jie's house yesterday, and his wife cooked for us."

Qin Yang's mouth twitched: "...Ah?"

"Really, we talked, but the food she cooked was so rotten that it was inedible..." Fang recalled the food that Chen Wei brought out and still felt disgusted.

Qin Yang pinched his brows, as if he felt that Fang Hui was saying something impossible: "What a joke..."

"If you don't believe me, ask your cousin." Fang Hui tilted his head towards Ning Helan beside him.

Ning Helan just nodded slightly, Qin Yang opened his mouth and cursed a silent WTF, then covered his face with his hands in pain.

"Brother Yang?"

"It's so scary..." Qin Yang said.

"Scared? Brother Yang, you are a policeman..." Ning Helan didn't know where Qin Yang's so-called fear came from.

"...It's because you are a policeman that I am afraid..." Qin Yang felt like he was about to break, "The closing report will have to be made up later..."

Comrade Xiao Liu in the Public Security Bureau office shuddered for no reason. He felt that something bad seemed to be happening again.

Huh? Why did he say that again?

Two police cars were parked at the gate of Wanghu Community, which was two streets away. A bright yellow cordon had already been set up at the gate of Ding Jie's house.

The residents who were originally taking a walk and exercising downstairs were talking about it.

Ning Helan and Fang Hui had been listening to people discussing Ding Jie's family all the way.

Fang Hui didn't want to come just now. He, the young master Fang, had a bald spot on the back of his head, so he definitely couldn't go out.

In the end, Ning Helan found a baseball cap for him to wear, and Fang Hui reluctantly went out.

"Hey, has Ding Jie's family been cursed?"

"Hey, don't tell me, didn't Ding Jie's wife jump off the building last month? I didn't expect that Ding Jie died this month."

"Deep love..."

"What do you mean by deep love? It's all a lie. I met Chen Wei a few times before, and she said her husband had someone else outside."

"What?!"

Ning Helan and the other two were about to rush to Ding Jie's house, but when they heard a few aunts chatting here, they simply slowed down their pace and stood behind them, listening with their ears cocked.

The aunt in flowery clothes said, "Do you know how Chen Wei got depression? It's because her husband had a mistress outside... I guess she must have been forced to jump off the building by Ding Jie!"

"No way..." The other aunts held melon seeds in their hands, cracked them in their mouths, listened with their ears, and their expressions were very cooperative, exclaiming in surprise.

One of the aunts glanced at the three people standing upright behind her, and the three of them immediately started to pretend when they found that they were noticed.

Qin Yang pretended to make a phone call with a serious face, and Ning Helan turned around and yawned.

Fang Hui simply squatted down and began to count ants.

Although the three people's postures were very deliberate, fortunately, the aunt did not care and turned around to continue listening to gossip with the old sisters.

"Then why did Ding Jie die too? Since his wife died, shouldn't he be with his mistress?"

The lady in flowery clothes shrugged: "Who would know this?"

"This Ding Jie is really a piece of shit. Why did he find a mistress? Chen Wei is beautiful and virtuous... Is it true that domestic flowers are more fragrant than wild flowers?"

"I heard from Chen Wei that she has never been able to conceive, and her in-laws are very unhappy..."

A policeman walked out of the building in front, and when he saw Qin Yang, he immediately walked over: "Captain Qin."

The ladies who were gossiping shut up when they saw the police. Many things are nothing to talk about in private, but it would be a big deal if the police heard them.

The three people who were pretending to be serious at the back also put away their attitudes. Now it seems that they can't hear anything if they stay any longer.

Ning Helan yawned repeatedly after hearing what happened just now. Fang Hui felt bored listening to these gossips. His aunts and uncles also liked to gossip about the Zhang family and the Li family, and they were all at the mahjong table, so Fang Hui didn't like playing mahjong with them...

Qin Yang got a lot of information, which the police couldn't get through formal questioning.

The colleagues who handled the case before said that Chen Wei jumped off the building because of depression and it was considered suicide. Now it seems that there may be other hidden secrets.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw that the door of Ding Jie's house was surrounded by three layers of inside and three layers of outside. The corridor, which was not wide to begin with, seemed crowded.

There was a yellow banner at the gate. There were three policemen inside and one standing at the door to prevent curious residents from approaching.

At this time, the policeman who followed Qin Yang looked back at the two people: "Captain Qin, the two of them..."

Qin Yang thought for a moment and said: "You two should wait for me here. It's not easy for you to go in now."

Ning Helan naturally understood, after all, it was a murder scene.

Although Fang Hui thought that it would be okay to take a look at the door, he looked inside from the door and found that he could not see anything at this position, so he had to give up.

He folded his hands and his eyes fell on Ning Helan beside him.

"Little Taoist priest, why don't you go and tell us some secrets?" Fang Hui nudged Ning Helan with his elbow, "The client is dead, aren't you going to do anything?"

Ning Helan rubbed her sleepy eyes, "The client is dead, the commission is over...what else is there to do?"