131 结束与开始

Abnormal murder cases have always been the most interesting to the media. In Beijing, where security is very strict, there has been no such case for a long time.

Cheng Ling was sitting on the sofa at home, writing something back and forth in the notebook with a pen in his hand. These are all her records of Cheng Wen's whereabouts. She had been looking for Cheng Wen for three days, but she still couldn't find any clues about the murder that happened in the capital. She didn't pay much attention.

The TV was randomly turned on. Just in time for the latest news.

The hostess reported word by word, "At three o'clock this afternoon, it has been six hours since the body was found in the morning. The police finally found out the identity of the deceased. The relatives of the deceased have gone to the Public Security Bureau for investigation. Now, let’s see the reporter’s report at the scene.”

As soon as the screen changed, from the solemn face of the female anchor to the main entrance of the Public Security Bureau, all the major reporters gathered at the entrance, waiting for the family members inside to go out.

"After the reporter's investigation, the identity of the deceased is suspected to be Cheng Wen, the only daughter of Cheng Wu who committed suicide in the hospital three days ago. Her mother has already identified her in the Public Security Bureau."

The reporter pointed the microphone at the camera. After finishing speaking, his eyes immediately turned to the gate of the Public Security Bureau, lest he missed something.

She turned her head slightly. The reporters squatting at the door suddenly became alarmed.

"Come out, Mrs. Cheng, may I ask if the corpse inside is your daughter Cheng Wen?"

"Mrs. Cheng, what do you think about this brutal murder case? Do you have confidence in the Public Security Bureau?"

"Mrs. Cheng, do you think your husband's suicide has anything to do with this murder? Could your husband's suicide be a conspiracy? Suicide is just superficial?"

The media are not afraid of chaos, only that things are not chaotic enough.

They made all kinds of unrealistic conjectures in a mess, presumably because they watched too many TV dramas.

Cheng Ling's hand holding the pen paused for a while, and when he heard the word Cheng Wen, he raised his lowered head quickly. On the screen, it was indeed Cheng's wife. Her complexion was very bad, unusually pale, and her lips were so dry. Peel off.

Cheng Ling stared at the screen nervously, as if his heart was raised.

People just couldn't find it for three days, so how could it become a murder case now?

Suddenly, I remembered what Xi Shiche said, it depends on whether you find a person or a corpse.

Is this a warning?

The hand holding the pen couldn't help but exert a little force, and Cheng Ling's eyes were all on the screen.

Cheng's wife's eyes were red and swollen. It seemed that she had been crying for a long time. Cheng Ling's heart stopped slightly, and a strange feeling spread in her heart.

"It's my daughter. I recognized her. She was born with half of her toe missing. That's my daughter, my poor daughter."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Cheng, who does your daughter have a grudge against that makes the murderer so cruel?"

"Or Mrs. Cheng, who do you have doubts about? Who made your family suffer so badly?"

The memorized question made Cheng's wife stare at the camera with gloomy eyes, as if looking at someone through the camera.

"No, I don't know anything, waiting for the police to find out for me."

"I'm in a bad mood right now and I want to leave!"

Cheng's wife didn't say anything else, but left with her face covered, her frail figure seemed to be a little hunched under the pressure of reality.

Cheng Ling felt more and more strange. She was about to go out and go straight to Cheng Wu's house when the phone rang.

Cheng Ling recognized the phone number, it belonged to Cheng's wife, she was the one who said she could find Cheng Wen, and that's why Cheng's wife took down her phone number.

It's just that he didn't expect Cheng's wife to call her at this time.

The phone was connected quickly, and Cheng Ling said hello in a low voice.

The other party's hoarse and deep voice sounded, "Cheng Ling, you don't need to look for Wenwen, I have already found her, and the affairs of our family have nothing to do with you in the future, don't worry about it, and don't come to our house, I don't want to see her again." When it comes to you, in this life, I have been harmed by you miserably, so please let me go."

"Wait, are you sure that's Cheng Wen? I've read the news, but I always feel that something is a little strange."

Hearing Cheng Ling's disbelief, Cheng's wife's voice immediately became sharp and raised several pitches, "Can't I recognize my own daughter? Cheng Ling, my daughter is dead. Don't try to slander her anymore. It was you who caused her to be like this, you carried the lives of two of our family on your back, I hope you can live in peace and happiness in this life."

With a snap, the phone was hung up, and no matter how Cheng Ling dialed back, no one listened.

The TV changed to another scene again, the reporters in Cheng Wu's house had surrounded their house, and they seemed to be waiting for orders at all times, and they had no intention of leaving.

*

Cheng Wu's house was very noisy outside the door, and all the reporters were talking.

I don't know when, those debt collectors have disappeared, just like what Wenwen said.

"Mrs. Cheng, please come out and accept our interview."

"Mrs. Cheng, you also want to get to the bottom of your daughter's case, come out now and give us some hints to see if the public has any clues?"

The reporters were too noisy, Cheng's wife closed the window, pulled down the bed curtain, hid in the bedroom, closed the door, and after making sure everything was safe, carefully found the new phone card she had just bought from the drawer.

Insert the new calling card into the old antique mobile phone and dial the call received in the early morning.

It took a long time for the phone to connect.

"Wenwen, I have done as you said, when will you come back?"

"I've seen it on TV. Don't accept any interviews in the future. Sell the company to pay off the debt, and then find a place to live. I will deposit 10 million in your overseas bank account, which is enough for you. Yes, but during this period of time, keep a low profile, I won't come back for the time being, you should treat me as dead now."

"Wenwen, where are you? I'm so worried about you."

How could Cheng Wen have so much money? Back to overseas banks, she has never let her daughter have access to these, how does her daughter know that she also has an account in an overseas bank?

"Come back. Since you have money, come back and we will go abroad together. No one will know about your things abroad."

Cheng Wen sneered, "Now I'm not afraid of people knowing about me, because Cheng Wen is dead, Mrs. Cheng, I will come back!"

The more Cheng's wife listened, the more gloomy she felt. She still wanted to ask something, but Cheng Wen hung up the phone, and there was a busy tone.

No matter how she called later, the phone couldn't get through.

She knew that Cheng Wen had already lost that calling card.

When she called back in the early morning and asked herself to do these things, she had already made it very clear.

Cheng's wife looked at the dark room, and it became so deserted in just a few days. Maybe Cheng Wen was right, she couldn't forget that they made their family such a person, and couldn't let go of this hatred.