deep white secret

Chapter 124 Poor and Hateful
Before Ning Xia finished speaking, a shout came from the room next to her:
"Who is it? Detective?"

A woman in her 60s with gray hair ran out:

"Are you a detective? Because of the Laifu case?"

After the woman finished speaking, she started to cry.

Zhu Lianxiu stood blankly at the door, her head lowered.

Seeing this, Ningxia asked again:
"Are you Zhu Lianxiu? Who is this?"

The old woman raised her head:

"I am Lai Fu's mother, and Ma Lai Fu is my son."

Ningxia understood that the two women in front of her were the ones who took Ma Laifu's grandma to the hospital for surgery.

"what should I call you?"

"Everyone calls me Aunt Ma."

"Okay, Aunt Ma, Zhu Lianxiu, let's go inside and talk."

Zhu Lianxiu dodged and took Ning Xia into the room with her right hand holding her left arm.

The brick-red sofa is covered with floral cloth, and daily necessities are scattered on it.

There was a square table against the corner with two chairs. Ningxia thought about it and walked over to sit on the chairs.

Zhu Lianxiu and Aunt Ma sat on the sofa, facing Ningxia.

Ningxia instinctively disliked these two people and tried to control her emotions. Ningxia asked:
"Who else is at home?"

Aunt Ma answered first:
"And the old man, he went to deal with Laifu's funeral and left early."

Zhu Lianxiu spoke softly, and only after Aunt Ma finished speaking did she speak:
"And my son Ma Xiang, he left with his grandfather."

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Ningxia saw a fly flying next to the stainless steel cup filled with water on the table.

Zhu Lianxiu stood up and tried to swipe away the fly, but her foot kicked another stainless steel bowl under the sofa.

Ning Xia glanced at Zhu Lianxiu. The woman looked haggard. She looked at Aunt Ma nervously, then lowered her head.

Ningxia still hasn't got the right mentality to face Zhu Lianxiu and Aunt Ma.

Clearing his throat, Ning Xia asked:

"Can you briefly introduce Malai Fu? Malai Fu was killed yesterday, and we don't have much information."

Aunt Ma answered first:

"Laifu is 44 years old this year. Isn't this the current situation? What else do you want to know?"

Ning Xia was choked, trying to slow down:
"What does Malaifu do on weekdays?"

"There is no serious job, just odd jobs. What else can a person in his 40s do?"

Ning Xia sneered from the bottom of his heart, without any hesitation:

"I heard that Malaifu often goes to the city hospital. What's going on?"

Of course Aunt Ma didn't know about Ning Xia's relationship with Yang Meilan. She hesitated and said in a loud voice:

"It's because their hospital is not good enough. My mother passed away after the treatment was invalid. Laifu has been looking for the hospital, wanting an explanation."

When Aunt Ma said these words, Zhu Lianxiu kept her head down, her arms tightly hugged, and her legs gathered together, very restrained.

"Oh? You think so? I went to the city hospital before I came here. The hospital is different from what you said. When Grandma Ma Laifu was not ready to be discharged from the hospital, you advocated discharge and signed an informed consent."

"Does that count? We are family members, so we don't know the twists and turns, what the doctor says we should do. We don't understand these things, they should try to let us stay."

Ningxia was a little angry:

"As you said just now, it's useless for the doctor to try to persuade him to stay. You would rather sign the informed consent form and be discharged."

Aunt Ma's eyes widened and she opened her mouth but said nothing. Zhu Lianxiu still lowered her head and did not intend to speak.

Ningxia understood that her mother was absolutely right, and the Malaifu family knew exactly what they were doing.

"Let's talk about Malai Fu's murder. When did he leave home yesterday?"

Aunt Ma looked at Zhu Lianxiu. This time Zhu Lianxiu answered softly:
"He went out yesterday... morning and never came back."

"When do you go out in the morning?"

"It's past seven."

"Who did you leave with?"

"Own."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhu Lianxiu hesitated and lied:
"Go play with a few people in the village."

"playing what?"

"I am not sure."

Ningxia took a deep look at Zhu Lianxiu:
"Then what's going on with this taxi ticket?"

People in Ningxia have long seen a taxi receipt randomly thrown next to the stainless steel water cup. The time was 45:[-] yesterday. The starting point was the city hospital and the ending point was Daohe Village.

Zhu Lianxiu glanced nervously at the taxi ticket and explained:

"Oh. Is there anything else? I don't know, I was not at home yesterday morning."

"You're not at home? If you're not at home, how do you know that Malaifu never came back after leaving home in the morning?"

Zhu Lianxiu was so frightened that she changed several positions on the sofa and looked at Aunt Ma helplessly.

Ningxia observes these two people, and then looks at Ma Laifu's house again. In addition to being messy, the daily necessities are cheap, and the feeling in the room...

Zhu Lianxiu doesn't look like a person who likes to take care of housework.

"Zhu Lianxiu, how long have you been married to Ma Laifu?"

"21."

"How old is the son?"

"21 is old."

So after getting married, the two of them had a child, but judging from the furnishings in Malayfu's house, the relationship between the two was average.

There were no group photos in the room. Zhu Lianxiu wore no makeup and wore blue long-sleeved clothes that had been washed white. She was reserved and nervous, which was in sharp contrast to the flamboyant Ma Laifu yesterday.

If Ningxia's analysis is correct, in the marriage between Zhu Lianxiu and Ma Laifu, Ma Laifu is in an absolutely dominant position.

This kind of family model, in which the male is superior and the female is inferior, will be the trigger for the weak party in many criminal cases to use violence to fight violence.

So Ningxia asked:

"Zhu Lianxiu, do you love Malay Fu?"

Zhu Lianxiu was obviously shocked by this question and muttered:

"I...we..."

In the end, she didn’t say anything, but Aunt Ma rushed to answer:
"At our age, whether we love or not, the police officer can really joke."

Ningxia was not joking. Judging from Zhu Lianxiu's expression and body language, Ningxia had already gotten the answer she wanted.

"Now let's go back to the case. Malaifu was killed. What do you think?"

Zhu Lianxiu lowered her head again, clasping her hands tightly together, and Aunt Ma replied hastily:
"Officer, you need to catch the murderer as soon as possible. Who killed Laifu? The whole family will suffer a bad death."

"Does Malay Fu have any enemies?"

"Laifu doesn't have much work lately. He spends all his energy going to the hospital. As for his enemies, they are the people in the hospital."

Ningxia stared at this woman speechlessly.

"Enemies? Didn't you strongly demand the surgery in the first place? The patient's results were very good after the operation. How come the doctor has become an enemy now?"

Aunt Ma stepped back a little, leaned on the sofa, and deliberately raised her voice:
"Do you know how much money we spent? How much money can our family have? After entering the hospital, we have to do this and that, and it's not all money."

"If your family members refused treatment back then, the hospital would not force you to be hospitalized, nor would they force you to undergo surgery. Aunt Ma, there is no point in sophistry. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Ningxia suppressed her anger:

"This matter can be divided into two parts, before the operation and after the operation. Before the operation, you were voluntary and no one forced you. After the operation, the hospital refused to agree to discharge you. You didn't listen, isn't that the case?"

Aunt Ma rolled her eyes and stopped talking.

"The incident of Malai Hock's riot at the hospital has been investigated. It is meaningless for you to cause trouble. On the other hand, how could it be related to the hospital when Malai Hock was killed? If you have this attitude, my being here has no meaning."

Ning Xia stood up to leave, Aunt Ma stood up quickly:

"No, no, officer, don't be angry. I'm uneducated. Say whatever you want, but don't take it personally. When it comes to Laifu, the people I come into contact with are very mixed, and I can't say it well."

Ningxia feels that Aunt Ma and Zhu Lianxiu are pitiful and hateful.

As Xu Jie said, as a criminal police officer, he really shouldn't have such strong personal emotions.

(End of this chapter)