Chapter 213: Sleeping with the Ghost in Front of Me (10)
They questioned Ji Ran as usual.
Of course, the only word I got was "good".
Since Feng Qiao had delivered food and pots a few days ago, Ji Ran had no reason not to say yes.
Finally, someone knocked on Feng Qiao's door.
The moment the door opens.
A strong smell of alcohol wafted over the floor.
The curtains were also drawn.
The room was pitch black
It is enough to show the grief of the man after the woman's death.
"Sorry, the smell in there is bad. Please forgive me."
Feng Qiao spoke gently and apologetically, and walked forward to open the curtains.
The mess in the room was revealed, with wine bottles still lying on the floor.
but……
Feng Qiao had nothing but the grayness in his eyes.
There was no smell of alcohol on him.
The police officer said understandingly, "The dead cannot be resurrected. Young man, you should live a good life. Ms. Lin Jiamei knows how much you love her. Seeing you like this, she must feel bad."
Feng Qiao nodded with a sad look on his face.
Asi only stuck his head in and then pulled it back because the smell was too strong.
Xiaomei was still leaning against the wall, stroking her hair, and raised her eyes to glance coldly.
Suddenly he said, "No more."
Asi turned around and said, "What's gone?"
Xiaomei stroked it again and again and said, "It's gone. The wedding photos are gone."
Asi endured the smell and walked in, Ji Ran was right beside him.
She walked into the living room and looked at the blank space above the sofa. There were obvious marks of nails in the four corners.
She frowned and tugged at Ji Ran's hand.
“There should be wedding photos there.”
The little girl's hands were warm and soft.
Ji Ran was stunned and quickly pulled his hand away.
The ice in his eyes showed signs of breaking.
He lowered his head to glance at the little girl's profile, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and then quickly looked away.
Ah Si was completely unaware and held Ji Ran's hand again and pulled it.
"Go tell them there should be wedding photos here, but now they're gone."
Ji Ran also caught a glimpse of the nails at the four corners, but that didn't interest him.
In comparison, the warm touch on his hand made him even more uneasy.
He pulled his hand away again.
"Feng Qiao, I heard you're getting engaged to your girlfriend soon. Are there wedding photos hanging there?"
Feng Qiao was stunned and suddenly lowered his head.
She choked up and said, "I always wanted to marry Jiamei, and we had our wedding photos taken long ago, but she died..."
Ji Ran frowned, "Where are the wedding photos now?"
Feng Qiao: "I put it away. When I saw the wedding photos, my heart ached. She would soon be my wife. Why...why did she commit suicide!"
He looked very painful.
After Ji Ran asked what Asi wanted to ask, he fell silent.
Just walking around the room.
The footsteps suddenly stopped in the bathroom.
Dark eyes looked inside.
Feng Qiao walked over, his voice filled with sorrow.
"The day before she committed suicide, Jiamei told me where we should choose for our honeymoon, but the next night... she committed suicide by slitting her wrists in the bathtub..."
Ji Ran pushed the door open.
Sure enough, I saw the bathtub was full of water mixed with blood.
Because it was on-site, it was not cleaned up.
The body was taken back to the police station.
Ji Ran stared inside.
His brows suddenly frowned.
Violence.
The atmosphere here is very violent.
Asi also saw the scene inside.
Pursed her lips.
His eyes flashed when he looked at Feng Qiao.
Not suicide.
Not suicide.
It must not be suicide.
Because there is a lot of resentment here.
Even Asi could feel the resentment in the room as soon as he entered the bathroom.
Ice cold.
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