when the moon whispers

Chapter 121 Girl - Misinterpretation

case three girls
37 misinterpretation
Wang Yan, who seemed to have been given a slap in the face, collapsed silently with his head on the table in the interrogation room. He raised his head several times with dismay, and the words he muttered were tossed and swallowed in the bottom of his stomach, and he died with this look that was almost asking for help. Holding on to Jiang Mo in front of him, fear and resistance flowed all over his body, but unfortunately, there was no regret at all.

The inquiry room was shaded and had no windows. The old-fashioned radiator had long been welded and dismantled because of a fatal accident. The cold air wrapped around his limbs, and the dry and rusty smell penetrated his nostrils. Jiang Mo shivered a little. He sneezed, holding his sleeves in front of his eyes, and tried his best to shrink himself into the collar of the down jacket.

Xiao Letian first glanced at Jiang Mo, who had a pale face, and then was pulled away from his sight by Wang Yan, who was fidgeting. It was difficult for Xiao Letian to make a decision to people like Wang Yan who could barely use the law to judge right and wrong. What kind of moral judgment?He really felt that there was nothing to say, but he still had to bite the bullet and ask sentence by sentence for the relevant details and time points that he had concealed at the time of the crime.

The final thing was that Xiao Letian held a pinch in his hand. Jiang Mo sat quietly for a while and then stood up. He raised his hand to press the forearm that Xiao Letian was holding on to while he was distracted, and then gently turned to the clerk who was looking at her attentively. She nodded and quietly planned to take advantage of the opportunity to get a glass of water when she went out to get away. She grabbed the armrest and stepped out. Before she could hold back her energy, she yawned and crossed the threshold. The little policeman who was about to knock on the door of the interrogation room rashly bumped into something.

The little policeman was not tall and had a law enforcement instrument hanging on his shoulder. He probably took a deep breath and rushed towards him with all his strength. He knocked Jiang Mo so hard that he staggered. Cold sweat filled his forehead, and he was shaking. Holding on to the edge of the wall.

"Hey, be careful!"

The young policeman was the criminal investigation detachment who followed the arrangements of the police station and accompanied relevant witnesses yesterday. He kept guarding for 24 hours with all his strength and energy. He was about to knock on the door and retreat, but unexpectedly bumped into Jiang Mo, who was injured. I was so scared that I flew out of my mind.A little panicked, he held Jiang Mo's arm and asked stumblingly: "Officer Jiang... Officer Jiang, are you... okay?"

"It's okay, my question is, you opened the door and rushed out without looking at the road. Are you... it's time for questioning and verification, right?" Jiang Mo took a shallow breath, waved his hand slowly, and dodged away. With the help of the little policeman, he raised his head and smiled sincerely, but his eyes bypassed the little policeman's apologetic side face and settled majestically behind him.

It's Mu Hong.

As a witness who seems to be deeply involved in the case, but has never been involved in the case, Teacher Mu Hong has been under the control of the police since he returned from a funeral and watched the kidnapping scene. He has been huddled in another interrogation room for 24 full days. hour.

"Have you eaten, Teacher Mu Hong? It's hard to stay in the interrogation room for a whole day and a night. Will you... follow the police station car back to school?"

After a brief greeting, Jiang Mo dragged Mu Hong into the reception room to rest for a while, half inviting and half forcing.She tilted her upper body and nodded briefly to the policeman who was leaning in the corridor and answering the phone. Then she looked at Mu Hong's sallow and haggard face, made a cup of instant coffee and put it next to his hand, and started chatting familiarly: "Team The coffee here is not fancy, are you used to it? Officer Xiao needs to confirm the release list. Wang Yan will be busy with the transcripts soon. I guess it will take ten minutes or ten minutes? "

"..."

Mu Hong raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Mo. He didn't say anything or refuse. He sat silently and decadently on the cold bench in the reception room that slightly conformed to human body mechanics, frowning slightly.Compared with Wang Yan's collapse and panic, Hu Jiarui's resistance and frenzy, and He Na's matter, which has nothing to do with him, Mu Hong, who has no substantial connection except the title of "seduce female students in vain to be a teacher", is full of worries. The face was filled with sadness and suffering. The face that was still plump when we met in a hurry has become so thin and decadent almost overnight that you can almost see the sunken outline of the cheek.

"Officer Jiang, I do psychological counseling. Even if I can barely reach the level of a lecturer, this kind of formal guidance is of no use to me. Instead of wasting time, I would rather just say what I want to ask - haha , I’m also quite curious, what are you trying to ask over and over again... digging into the bottom of things is like digging up the graves of human ancestors, aren’t you still satisfied with the result now?”

Mu Hong sneered first, as if to cheer up, he raised his hand to rub away the sticky dirt piled in the corners of his eyes, blinked hard twice his eyes that were red and muddy with bloodshot eyes, sighed heavily, and looked slightly serious, He took the disposable paper cup that was slightly hot on the back of his hand and held it gently in his palm. He cleared his throat and spoke in a harsh tone, but he paused and swallowed from time to time: "It's nothing more than putting those messy mistakes on my head." Are you going? Two and three people said the same thing, saying that there is no smoke without fire... Didn’t I admit it all? Even if I take a step back, I caused all these troubles because I took too much care of my classmate Yan, but now there is no evidence to prove it. Does it prove that this person's death has something to do with me? Or... is it because I don't understand the law? In addition to moral condemnation, can you think of some other labels of lawlessness and discipline to put on my head? ?”

Whether it was his silence and avoidance during the phone call, or his indifference and helplessness in accepting criticism when he knew for sure that there was no evidence to force him to bear legal responsibility, Mu Hong's current resistance and boredom almost naturally shaped him. He did not deny that he was probably one of the instigators of Yan Sisi's suicide by falling from a building. He even said, "Anyway, the death of the person has nothing to do with me. He admits that it has nothing to do with me." "There is nothing wrong with him", he sat on the opposite side of the police's position with a hidden and arrogant attitude, saying "what can you do to me".

But when he was silent, there was a silent painful loneliness surrounding him, and he was almost completely different from when he spoke sharply.

Jiang Mo was really curious about what the fleeting sadness in Mu Hong's eyes meant when they first met his eyes in the corridor.

"I'm... just playing tricks on my own, right? But Lotte has already asked about the ins and outs of the case, so I'm just chatting. After all, you also saw the battle yesterday. A serious inquiry would definitely require two or more people, plus a video recording. At worst, I have to hang a law enforcement camera... It's useless for me to ask anything myself at the moment, it's not considered evidence, it's just that I'm very curious——"

Jiang Mo smiled lightly and didn't take the hostility he declared too seriously. He took another cup of hot water and sipped it slowly: "Because when we just met, I saw that your expression seemed a little sad. .”

"...My parents in my hometown passed away one after another..." Mu Hong spoke unhurriedly, as if he was slowly trying to figure it out, "I ran into these things again when I returned to school. A student passed away, and he was still related to me. I can't even keep my job. , why can’t I be sad?”

"Sorry, maybe because I read the transcript, I thought you were mostly resistant to this case and had a preconceived idea." Jiang Mo did not avoid his mistakes. He raised his arms to support the table and tilted his head as if he was looking at Mu Hong unintentionally. Expression: "But there is one thing that was not mentioned in the transcript - I looked at the student list before, and it seemed that Yan Sisi had only taken a few of your major classes, right? Then what happened next..."

"How come I have such a close relationship with classmate Yan that people misunderstand that I am messing with the teacher-student relationship, right?" Mu Hong did not raise his head and sneered in a low voice, seeming to be very dismissive of this inevitable question: "I have also done this before. As I said, I usually go to the psychological consultation room except for classes. Apart from that, I basically have no personal contact with students. I first met Yan, and it was she who came to the consultation room." At this point, Mu Hong picked up the question. The paper cup paused for a moment, his throat rolled twice, and he sighed softly: "But she should be considered an... exception."

(End of this chapter)