folk detective

Chapter 270

With a smile, Uncle Biao calmed down and looked at Liu Mang, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I asked you to run back from your hometown to help Shi Shini solve the case. It's really embarrassing for you."

"Uncle Biao, are you familiar with Miss Shi?"

Liu Mang turned his head to look at Shi Shini, who was standing in the doorway and did not dare to come in. Shi Shini's eyes flickered, and she did not dare to look at the hospital bed. Seeing this scene, a heavy smile appeared on his mouth: "Miss Shi, please respect the deceased. Come to solve the case, then you should have the awareness in your heart to face everything about the deceased, if not, how can I help you?"

She didn't even dare to take a step into the ward, even though she was a girl, she was still a domineering female president.

Being in a high position, he is usually vigorous and decisive, but in the face of death, he seems so timid and timid, which makes people look down on him.

Shi Shini has a shadow in her heart. She was injured when she was a child, so she has an inexplicable fear of corpses.

But she was also the president after all, she turned her back, took a few breaths, then turned around and looked at Liu Mang firmly: "No, if you have anything to ask, just ask me, I won't go in."

Everyone has something to fear.

Especially those who were injured when they were young and left a shadow in their hearts.

"All right!"

Shi Shini is the employer, the employer is unwilling to face it, and Liu Mang can't force it.

And judging from the conversation just now, Liu Mang could tell that Shi Shini didn't know much about it, "Call the director of the nursing home, I have something to ask him directly."

A person of Shi Shini's level rushed to deal with it after the accident, and didn't know the ins and outs of what happened.

It's better to ask the dean to know more.

"Ok!"

Shi Shini has exactly this intention. Talking about dead people is not her forte. Her forte is to run the subsidiaries of the group well. The rest of the affairs are handled by the heads of each subsidiary. "If you have nothing to do here, I will Just wait until you are around eight o'clock in the evening, and then this matter will be handled by you, and I'm going home."

She doesn't know anything about investigating and solving crimes, not even a layman.

If there is no way to help Liu Mang, it is useless to stay here. Instead of this, it is better to go home early to be with the family.

The sudden death of Ding Lao this time also had a great impact on her.

The relatives of the older generation are all in their 90s and [-]s. They are about the same age as Mr. Ding. Mr. Ding passed away suddenly, making Shi Shini wonder if her grandparents would be found unconscious one morning, and they would be able to drive a crane ever since. go west.

Cherish the people in front of you.

"We have a phone, and we can communicate on the phone if we have something to do."

Liu Mang also knows that big shots have a lot of things to do, and Shi Shini really doesn't know much. After he has figured out the ins and outs a little bit, he can just communicate on the phone if there is something urgent: "If you have something urgent, you can leave now."

"Okay, I'll go first."

Even Liu Mang said that, Shi Shini is not a hypocritical person, she has always been very down-to-earth, if she can do it, she can do it, if she can't do it, she can't do it.

If you need help, you need help, if you don't need it, you don't need it, instead of evading it a few times before hypocritically agreeing to leave.

After Shi Shini left, Liu Mang looked at Uncle Biao seriously, "Uncle Biao, what's going on? Why did Mr. Ding die suddenly?"

I have visited Uncle Biao several times, and Uncle Biao has mentioned Mr. Ding and said that he played chess with Mr. Ding.

"Hey!"

Speaking of Mr. Ding, Uncle Biao felt a burst of melancholy in his heart.

Yesterday we talked and laughed, but today we are separated from each other.

He was alive, but Ding Lao was lying down.

It's so unpredictable!
This old friend of mine just left overnight. He came here happily and quietly, without taking anything away, leaving only countless thoughts and doubts.

No one knew why he hid so many sleeping pills and took them all at once on New Year's Eve.

"I do not know either."

Asked about the sudden death of Mr. Ding, Uncle Biao didn’t know much about it: “Last night was the New Year’s Eve party, we had a good time and it was late, so I woke up a little late this morning, but who knows, after waking up, I listened to It was said that Mr. Ding passed away, and when I asked the nurse to push me over to see it, it was already an hour after Mr. Ding was found after his death."

"At that time, the police all came, cordoned off, surrounded the room, and did not allow idlers to enter. I just took a look outside and then left. I heard that the forensic doctor brought by the police soon after was identified as dead. The reason, after checking all the monitoring in the nursing home, it was finally determined that Mr. Ding died of taking too many sleeping pills, the police couldn’t find out the specific reason why he took too many sleeping pills, they just said it wasn’t a homicide.”

The ward is a place of privacy, so it is generally not allowed to install monitoring.

unless required by the patient.

And outside the ward, that is, at the door and in the corridor, there are surveillance cameras installed to prevent accidents in patients, and they can be monitored at any time.

All the beds are equipped with an emergency call system. If the patient feels uncomfortable, he can directly call the nurse station by simply pressing the bedside.

Privacy and the emergency call system, and the patients living in the nursing home are all healthy people, so there has never been an accidental death, and there is no monitoring in the ward, allowing people to monitor it 24 hours a day.

If you die in your sleep, even with monitoring, it won't help.

Because it is impossible for the monitoring personnel to stare at a picture all the time, there are always times when they are distracted and blink.

The police checked all the surveillance cameras and found that within 48 hours, no one had entered Mr. Ding's room except nurses, family members, and patients in the hospital.

No object of suspicion could be found at all.

But Mr. Ding's daughter was not reconciled with the Shi Group, and always had some doubts in her heart. It was just because everyone's identities were different, and the police had settled the case, so they didn't dare to ask anyone to investigate.

After all, Ding's Group and Shi's Group are both big groups. If someone takes advantage of Ding Lao's death to attack the two groups, causing damage to the group's recent arrangement and operation methods, it will be a huge loss.

Therefore, the police and everyone in the hospital have unified their caliber and are planning to be buried without announcing it.

Quietly, without using the power of the media, without publicity, to bury Mr. Ding.

Hearing what Uncle Biao said, Liu Mang could tell that everything was normal.

But Ding Lao's daughter and Shi Shini felt abnormal in their hearts.

A woman's intuition?

"Brother, I think this case is very strange."

Xiao Doubi, who had been listening silently and dared not speak, expressed his thoughts at this moment: "Look! A big man like Ding Lao, the founder of a certain group, has never seen such a big storm, and he lives in a nursing home , it’s not a serious illness, it’s just insomnia, why did you choose to commit suicide by taking medicine on New Year’s Eve, and was discovered on the first day of the new year?”

"Even if Mr. Ding doesn't think about himself, he should also think about the group he created, as well as his children and grandchildren? Shi's group should cooperate with Ding's group! It's completely unreasonable for him to commit suicide like this, and it will affect the two groups. Cooperation and interests, and..."

When Liu Mang was chatting with Shi Shini just now, he took the time to search the Shi Group and Mr. Ding on his mobile phone.

Unexpectedly, when I searched for Shi's Group, Ding's Group popped up immediately, and I saw the news that the founder of Ding's Group lived in Shi's Nursing Home.

The more you read the news, the more you understand the information in it.

"It's really strange to die."

Liu Mang has never met Mr. Ding, but from the few times Uncle Biao played chess with Mr. Ding, it can be seen that Mr. Ding is not a person who is old and sick, complains about others, has a bad temper, and wants to die at any time.

Old Ding should be a very wise old man.

It is impossible for this kind of person to seek death and cause trouble for others.

"Uncle Biao, you have known Mr. Ding for a while! Tell me what you have heard Mr. Ding say." Liu Mang said solemnly.

He came to the bed, bowed to Ding Lao's body, and continued: "Let's go out and talk!"

Old Ding died, and the forensic medical examiner concluded that he had taken too many sleeping pills, and the police did not find any clues from Old Ding's body.

Anyway, don't watch it.

Respect the dead.

"it is good!"

Uncle Biao nodded, and Xiaodoubi walked over, pushed the wheelchair out of the ward, and the moment he closed the door, Uncle Biao said, "I have known Mr. Ding since the second day I moved in..."

Ding Lao is the founder of Ding Group.

very rich.

He has no son, but only one daughter. His grandchildren are developing abroad and have not returned to China. The son-in-law is managing the Ding Group, and only his daughter often visits him when he is free.

And every time I come, I buy a lot of fruit. Mr. Ding can't eat that much, so he distributes it to the nurses and doctors in the hospital, or other patients.

In this way, Mr. Ding is very popular in the Shi's Nursing Home. Anyone who meets Mr. Ding will say hello. Uncle Biao also met Mr. Ding when Mr. Ding was distributing fruit, so he played chess with Mr. Ding and became a friend who has forgotten the years. .

Boss Ding is dozens of years old, and he has acquainted with Lao Ding, so that Uncle Biao, whose life is ordinary and has no stories, regards Lao Ding as a friend from the bottom of his heart.

The two chatted happily over tea and talked about it, and often talked about it, and they could pull out many interesting stories.

Although they met each other not long ago, they were able to talk heart-to-heart in a very short period of time, sharing their life experiences with each other, lamenting the unhappiness experienced in these years, as well as the feelings of facing the imminent death and the arrangements for the funeral.

When Mr. Ding was playing chess with Uncle Biao, he said with emotion that before he died, he wanted to make a will and donate his property to poor mountainous areas or schools to help poor people improve their lives, so that children who cannot afford to read can have a better life. Great educational learning opportunity.

Uncle Biao asked Mr. Ding why he wanted to donate money.

Mr. Ding told him that at that time, he had no chance to study and his family was very miserable.

He has experienced the cruel taste of poverty and ignorance, and has earned a lot of money in his life, but he does not bring it with him when he dies, and his descendants will have the blessings of his descendants, and he did not donate all his property.

Instead, leave enough money for the operation of the group, and the rest is stored in the bank, and the few hundred million that cannot be spent are donated.

At that time, Uncle Biao was shocked when he heard Mr. Ding say this, and asked why Mr. Ding did this. Wouldn't it be good to leave it to his descendants?
After all, the rich are no more than three generations old.Many descendants, relying on the property left by their elders, squandered recklessly, and have no sense of self-reliance at all.

If the money left by the elders is not enough, once the elders die, the second generation may go bankrupt.

Many elders are afraid that after their death, their descendants will have a bad life, so they will leave a lot of money.

But Mr. Ding wanted to donate most of his property.

"Is there a will?"

Hearing about the donation, it caught Liu Mang's attention: "Have you heard that Mr. Ding said how much he wants to donate?"

"A few hundred million! The will has not yet been made, because donating a few hundred million is too much, not a few hundred. It needs a process and an agreement. Mr. Ding doesn't want to publicize this matter, and his daughter and son-in-law disagree, so I have been delaying it all the time, but I never thought of... hey!"

Mr. Ding is a good man.

A caring person who knows how to be grateful to the society and how to show kindness.

Uncle Biao respects Mr. Ding very much, because Mr. Ding's style is too big, such a high-profile old man is worth looking up to.

Pity!
"You go and look into this matter."

Liu Mang glanced at the little joker beside him: "You must find out about Mr. Ding's donation. At the same time, you must be careful, keep it secret, and don't talk nonsense when you see anyone, you understand?"

Liu Mang is the boss. How dare Xiao Doubi not listen to what the boss says?

"Don't worry, I understand the rules! No one can talk nonsense except the boss." Xiao Doubi said in a low voice.

"Besides this, is there anything else?" Liu Mang looked at Uncle Biao and asked.

Uncle Biao shook his head.

Liu Mang frowned, and said in a low voice, "Did Mr. Ding mention it, the Chou family! Or who you have a bad relationship with, or who you are ashamed of?"

Markets are like battlefields.

Ding Lao was able to create the Ding Group, the means must be extraordinary, the road to entrepreneurship is very cruel and difficult, it is impossible to have no competitors, even if the Ding Group is very powerful, there will still be competitors.

"I've never heard of it." Uncle Biao shook his head lightly: "Mr. Ding never talked about who has a good or bad relationship with him in the mall, but only talked about the history of his business in the past, and his personal grievances. At Ding Lao's age, it doesn't make any sense to talk about this kind of thing."

Old Ding is 89 years old.

His competitor is probably around the same age.

Maybe some of them entered the cemetery before him.

So it doesn't matter whether Mr. Ding talks about it or not.

"Okay!" Liu Mang thought about it and felt that Uncle Biao was right: "By the way, Uncle Biao, what kind of party was held in the nursing home on New Year's Eve yesterday, can you take me to see it!"

The performance at the party ended very late last night.

The layout of the scene has not been demolished.

It was supposed to be dismantled this morning, but after Mr. Ding was found dead in the morning, there was no time to dismantle the arrangement of the party scene, and it still retained the appearance of last night.

The three of them were thinking of going to the party to have a look, when the dean finally came.

Since the death of Mr. Ding, the dean has been depressed and gloomy.

He's stressed out.

Whether it was the pressure from the group, the public relations that the nursing home had to face, or the public opinion in the society, he felt suffocated and out of breath.

He was relieved when the president Shi Shini said that she had hired a powerful private investigator to secretly investigate the truth of Elder Ding's death.

I thought to myself that the person who was found by the president himself must have a few tricks, maybe he can find out some unknown clues.

From his point of view, he actually didn't believe that Mr. Ding committed suicide by taking too many sleeping pills.

How can he not know who Mr. Ding is?

He is not the kind of person who wants to seek death at all.

Therefore, the dean also had doubts about the death of Mr. Ding. There might be some unknown secrets in it, but it has not been found out yet.

"You are Liu Mang, right? I'm the dean! Our president asked me to come to you and said that you have something to ask me." The dean was also taken aback when he saw Liu Mang's appearance.

Such a young detective!
　Hahaha!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)