Chapter 772

"Some old people can bear any hardship for their children. No matter how they treat themselves, they will not complain. Otherwise, she can sue her son for not supporting the old people."

Huang Zhaodi is not an illiterate rural woman. Although she did not go to university, she graduated from high school at least. She has a certain degree of education and does not know that there are laws and regulations in the country, and her children have the obligation to support the elderly.

She can stay here for so many years, in addition to don't want her son difficult to do, what reason can she have.

"Too much!"

"Too much? I don't think so. Isn't that the phenomenon of loving mothers and more defeated children? "

Jing SA clenched his fist, "when I see Huang Zhaodi later, I must talk about her."

"Ha ha, if she can listen to what you say."

This is the same as many women who suffer from domestic violence. They know that their husband has domestic violence, but they still can't leave him. If someone is willing to help them, they will feel that there is something wrong with the person who helps them. A sentence "you won't understand" will bring the whole thing to an end.

When there is domestic violence, they will feel sad and want someone to help them, but they can't divorce them.

Are there few such things?

On the issue of filial piety, some elderly people have seven or eight children, but none of them is willing to support the elderly. They can even kick the elderly around like a ball.

Some of these old people will take the courage to break up their relationship and take their children to court.

Most of the time, many people actually commit crimes of their own.

"Here it is. Huang Zhaodi is bed 7!" The middle-aged woman opened a wooden door with a key.

As soon as the door opened, the turbid air gushed out. Then there was a thin woman with wrinkles on her dry skin, slender hands and feet, carrying her waist, wearing a navy blue dress, bowing at the middle-aged woman, turning her head and peeping at Pang Pang and jingsa. She didn't have any expression. "Sister Yang is here, and she's all packed up inside."

The middle-aged woman, also known as sister Yang, nodded with satisfaction, "watch, don't let them talk."

"Yes, yes, they dare not."

They talk in a very light voice. Hu Hu and Jing SA can't hear what they say, but the way they talk must be not good words.

Sister Yang turned back and said, "police comrades, there are all old people inside, and they are not in good spirits. If you have anything to say, it's time to take a nap."

"It's all homicide cases that I investigate. How can I make it short, or you can teach me." When jingsa saw sister Yang, she was angry, and her tone hardened involuntarily.

"Homicide!" Sister Yang was surprised, her face turned white, and she stood at the door, not knowing what to say.

That thin and small woman also stand in situ, looking at sister Yang from time to time.

Jing SA is too lazy to talk with them and strides into the room.

She was stupid as soon as she went in.

The room of more than 30 square meters is full of beds. Counting, there are more than ten. The old people on the beds are all wrapped up in quilts, as if they are all sleeping.

There was a handwritten bed number on the bed, and she soon found bed number seven.

She and Pang walked in the past, "Huang Zhaodi?"

The one in the bed moved a little, but didn't answer.

"I'm Jing SA, a criminal policeman from s City Public Security Bureau. I'm investigating a homicide case. I hope you can cooperate with the police. I have something to ask you."

"Kill... Murder case..." hoarse voice came out from the bed, the sheet was lifted, Huang Zhaodi got up from the bed, fiercely grasped Jing Sa's hand, "is Mao er killed? No, he won't kill, police comrades, you must be wrong."

The words were clear and sharp, with a little local accent, but Jing SA and Hu could understand them.

Huang Zhaodi dry yellow face has a deep anxiety, holding Jing Sa's hand is not willing to loose, "police comrades, you must be wrong."

"We're not mistaken. It's not your son who killed." Mao'er is the nickname of Huang Zhaodi's son, whose full name is Hu Maolin.

"Why?" She blinked, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes became more obvious because of this movement.

Like many 60 year old women, her hair is white, wrinkles all over her eyes and forehead, holding jingsa's hand is rough like sandpaper, there are calluses in many places of her fingertips, her clothes are white in many places, and there are many patches.

She looks very small, back is still quite straight, although haggard, but eyes full of love for her son.

Jingsa said, "do you remember Duff?"

"Ah Fu?" Huang Zhaodi was stunned.

"Yes, she disappeared nine years ago. You called the police."

She nodded. "Yes, you found her?"

"Found it, but found a body. She was killed nine years ago."

Huang Zhaodi surprised way, "how can?"

"We also want to know how, so we're here to ask you something about her." She was Duff's childhood friend

He is the only one who knows Duff.

"It's not very convenient to talk here. Can you talk outside?" Jing SA thought that she spoke so quickly, just like what she said. Maybe she didn't have a stroke at all. There are so many people here, and some words are hard to say. It's better to find a quiet place.

"I can't walk with my legs." She pointed to her leg, "a few years ago, the root of a stroke, sorry, you ask here, here..." she looked at sister Yang at the door, "here is a family."

whole family?

Who believes!

Her eyes at sister Yang were obviously full of fear and vigilance.