me and a divorced housewife

Chapter 738 Complicated Cold

These few questions immediately nailed me in place, and felt like being shocked for a moment, feeling a little confused.

I know what he means. It's not that I haven't had this idea in my mind, but when it first sprouted, I immediately killed it subconsciously.

Because subconsciously, I feel that is impossible, absolutely impossible!

But now that he said this, coupled with Li Gang's previous doubts, I suddenly felt a little shaken.

Xiao Ding's death, could it really be Mr. Meng...

Suddenly, I felt that a tsunami was about to be launched in my heart.

No, this is absolutely impossible!Absolutely impossible!
Mr. Meng is not that kind of person!Absolutely not!
Father Zhao probably saw what was going on in my heart, and said, "I know, I can't see Meng Changhai's people, please help me give him a word, I know, they went too deep in this game, so that I lost my judgment at the very beginning, which led me to ambush on all sides. I may lose in this one, and my son may not be rescued, but please tell him, if that is the case, I will never let him go .”

He spoke very calmly, without any expression of anger or hatred. Of course, I also know that people in politics have always cultivated their patience, and their emotions are not visible.

But I can still clearly feel the anger hidden behind his calmness.

"Goodbye, Mr. Yu, remember to bring the message with you." He said.

Then he turned around and got into the car, and the group got into the car together, started the car and left.

Both Li Gang and Monkey came over and asked, "What did he tell you?"

I was still there in a daze and didn't speak.

I felt as if there was a hand tightly strangling my throat, and when I wanted to think about it, I immediately clenched it so that I didn't dare to think about it.

But now, I have to reconsider this matter.

Li Gang raised doubts very early on. In fact, apart from what he said, I also had a doubt in my heart at the time, that is, when I was watching the surveillance, I was always puzzled. The murderer did not do anything to cover himself. .He didn't even wear a mask, at least he wore sunglasses, right?Doesn't he know that such public places are monitored?Is he so sure he won't be caught?
But under the circumstances at that time, I was already shocked by Xiaoding's death, occupied by hatred and anger, and had no time to think about these things.I just think that he is too arrogant. I feel that with Zhao Ziqiang covering him, he must be safe, so I dare to be so arrogant.

Thinking about it now, this seems to be an excuse and excuse I made for myself, just to prevent my subconscious from thinking about that result.

When I came to this conclusion, I clearly felt that something in my heart had cruelly collapsed...

Suddenly, the appearance of Mr. Meng appeared in my mind, his generous smile, and the conclusion I reached now clashed fiercely in my mind again.

"What's the matter with you, Haozi?" Monkey asked nervously. "What the hell did he tell you?"

"Nothing." I said slowly.

"He threatened you?" Li Gang asked.

"No." I said, "Gangzi, do you think it is possible to overturn this case?"

Li Gang was taken aback, and said, "So far, I don't think it's possible. The smashing is too solid. Apart from the previous evidence, now even Zhao Ziqiang's instigating text messages have been found."

I was taken aback.

The evidence is indeed solid enough.Maybe these things, in court, must be favorable.

But for me, now, it seems that the other possibility is more solid.

Because, how could it be possible to send a text message for such a thing as murder?That's murder!No matter how much background he has, it is absolutely impossible for him to be so unscrupulous, right?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is indeed a conspiracy, and behind this conspiracy is Mr. Meng's smiling face.

"What's the matter with you?" Monkey asked, "You are in such a panic, do you want to reverse the case for him?"

I ignored him, took out my cell phone, and called Boss Meng.

After a while, the familiar voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Yu Hao, what's the matter?"

Hearing his voice, my heart is really tangled and complicated.

This familiar voice is all I know and admire about Mr. Meng, the man who started from scratch and made great achievements alone, the man who loves his daughter but never shows it on his face, and hides his deep and selfless love inside, that man The man who misses his wife, but pretends to be strong, and cries bitterly while hugging his wife's picture at night, and, that man, who takes great care of me, puts his heart and soul into nurturing me, and is full of expectations for me.

But what I see now is the treacherous and sinister image hidden behind this familiar voice.

If this is really the case.

That is he killed Xiaoding!He killed Xiaoding!He is the real murderer!

Such an innocent person ruined such an innocent family for a piece of land!

To actually express his grief over Xiao Ding's death hypocritically, it's simply too scary...

But in my subconscious mind, there is always another voice telling me loudly that Mr. Meng is not that kind of person, absolutely not, that such an affectionate person treats everyone around him so well and generously, not to mention that Xiaoding even made him After such a long time as a driver, how could he kill him cruelly?Doesn't he understand what Xiaoding means to this family?
But if it wasn't for him, how could all this be explained?Why was the murderer so easy to catch?It's so easy to explain?Is it really necessary for Zhao Ziqiang to kill Xiaoding?

The two thoughts overlapped, which made me completely lose my judgment for a while.

"Hey, Yu Hao, can you hear me?" Boss Meng's voice brought me back from my thoughts.

"Where are you now?" I asked.

"At the company." He said, "After you left just now, I thought about a lot of problems. I wanted to ask you to come and discuss it again. I thought you were off work and were with your friends, so I didn't bother you. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. , you come to the company tomorrow, let's communicate again."

"I'm going now," I said.

"No need." Mr. Meng said, "Don't worry, work is work, you should relax after work, have fun with your friends, relax and relax. Anyway, don't worry about this, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"I... Let's go there." I said, "I have something to ask you."

Mr. Meng seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)