Live From The Murder Scene

The firmament held the chopsticks, staring at the opposite He Jueyun for a long time, and was silent. She curled her lips and took a sip of the white porridge in the bowl, feeling very dull and traumatized inside.

I don't know what He Jueyun figured out last night. Today, from the strands of hair to the toes, he wrote that something was wrong, and he was still very indifferent. I kept stirring the crab meat in front of me with clean chopsticks, but couldn't eat his mouth. While violating the heavens, he was two-point lazy and casual, seeing the sky of the forehead jerking.

The firmament asked dryly, "Is it delicious?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten yet." He Jueyun sighed boredly, "It's okay, everyone in our family is tired of eating."

This is the case, the firmament is also a calm person. She whispered "Oh".

He Jueyun picked up the steaming soup in a small cup next to it, and shook it in front of the sky. The clear broth has a rich aroma and keeps showing off to the sky that it comes from a pot of chicken bones and pork bones that have been carefully stewed all night.

The firmament sighed.

He Jueyun hypocritically asked, "Is the white porridge delicious?"

Don't the shameless rich people have a deep enough understanding of the ability of money?

The firmament just wanted to end this weird conversation as soon as possible, thinking that it was time for him to perform well. She refreshed her spirits, carefully observed every subtle expression of He Jueyun, her tone was firm, and she wished to split the three words into a loud declaration.

"taste not good!"

He Jueyun knocked on the tabletop, glanced at the luxurious side dishes that exuded the fragrance of money, but looked simple and unpretentious, and tempted: "Do you want to eat?"

The firmament is very honest: "I dare not think about it."

He Jueyun was amused by her, tried hard to try to get the tone back.

Do you think there are such people, huh? How can there be such a person. Eating your meal, falling asleep in your bed, calling your nickname, and not developing a proper relationship with you.

She is a scum. Want to prostitute for nothing.

He Jueyun persuades him and said: "Do you know how monotonous the life of the rich is? It is to taste the mountains and seas every day and do whatever they want. Especially for our old He family, family education is freedom...Of course it is also very traditional. Tradition and freedom, especially happy."

Qiuqiang said seriously: "Then life will lose a lot of troubles and fun, or you need to seek more fun by yourself. We have discussed the entertainment threshold before. Boredom is what drives some people to become abnormal. The reason, sometimes poverty or incompetence, is not entirely a bad thing."

He Jueyun's smile was difficult to maintain.

The firmament hoped: "Would you like to share your happiness with me?"

He Jueyun looked at her passively avoiding and pretending to be completely ignorant, feeling angry and funny. I also thought that it was really difficult for her to eat this breakfast. She had almost sold her IQ, which seemed to be a great sacrifice. He had a grim expression on his face for a while, and finally held his forehead feebly, waved his hand giving up, and said, "Forget it, forget it, you can eat it."

Qiu Cang smiled to express his gratitude to him, then took the small dishes in front of him and poured them into his bowl.

He Jueyun did not eat breakfast, but did not leave his seat. With his arms around his chest, he fixedly looked at the sky from the neighbor seat less than half a meter away. There are complex emotions in his eyes, and he is doing very limited analysis.

If this is a game, he must add a feature of visibility to the sky, so that he can know what she is thinking behind each innocent face, and whether she is secretly cursing herself.

He Jueyun stared at her, but he never saw the front face of the sky. The latter buried his head for breakfast, as if he didn't notice his rather piercing gaze.

After a long while, He Jueyun looked away and swept towards the blue and fuzzy sky outside the window. The moment he looked away, the firmament relaxed a little bit.

He Jueyun could pretend not to care when he was not thinking about this issue, but once he realized that he wanted to pretend to be ignorant, he was a little bit self-deceiving.

It seemed that he was the only one who was wishful thinking, and the sky was always hot and cold to him, making him unpredictable.

He will wonder if the person who made the mistake is himself.

The more the firmament wanted to avoid it, the more curious he was. Like many people, it's not that they can't accept failure, but they can't accept their failure without a reason.

Thinking of this, He Jueyun's eyes that had just moved away floated back again, with a little angry stare.

The firmament couldn't continue to ignore it, feeling that the chopsticks under his hands had become extremely heavy. She raised her head and asked, "Are you going to work today?"

With the dissatisfaction of being interrupted, He Jueyun said with a foul face: "Yes." He finally got up and left the table.

The sky is like a forgiveness, three or two mouthfuls clean the contents of the bowl, holding the bowl to the kitchen to wash. When she was standing by the sink, her eyelids were still jumping, she stretched her hand under the water stream and slowly washed it, and then took a scouring pad to wash it carefully.

He Jueyun changed his suit and walked out of the room, carrying a tie with one hand, and slipping around his neck skillfully. His plan today is to go back to the company and do his own little boss' responsibilities. After all, he hasn't been idle for many days. If he doesn't go back, he might be punished by Song Shu.

When He Jueyun walked to the door, he remembered, and directed towards the kitchen: "Are you going to the hospital for a follow-up visit this afternoon?"

The firmament replied: "I call a car myself."

He Jueyun: "Then you remember to bring the flowers back."

Just like many people, after experiencing a high-pressure environment, thinking that the crisis has been resolved, they will relax their vigilance.

The firmament did not appreciate He Jueyun's intentions. Asked two worst questions one after another.

"What flower?"

"Oh... it's been a long time, no need it?"

The movement at the door suddenly stopped, as if falling into a boundless silence. Tiancang waited, confirming that she hadn't heard the sound of opening and closing the door, and her instinct to be wary of danger could make her feel a chill behind her. She turned off the faucet carefully, and looked back at a slow speed.

...So caught off guard against He Jueyun's close face.

He Jueyun has always been very good at talking. The last time he got angry was because of the white rose that embodies his strong father's love. The firmament believes that he needs to cherish his life. He has a correct attitude and said, "I will get it back today."

He Jueyun's expression looked gloomy, and he said: "I ask you a question, you answer me seriously, not a cold joke with you."

The sky hesitated, put down the dish towel in his hand, and turned to face him.

He Jueyun said solemnly, "What do you think should be the relationship between us, or in the future?"

"Friend?" The tail of the firmament sounded a little harder, saying that he was telling him, rather than trying to convince him, "I am a good friend."

He Jueyun is more powerful: "Then I tell you, there are no good friends. Most of the people who are good to the opposite **** are not going to have a plan. Don't say I am a good person, I am not such a holy father. Why am I wrong? Tian Rui is good? Why am I willing to let you live in? Why do I help you conceal Fan Huai's affairs? Is it just for the convenience of monitoring you, or is there no other friends besides you?"

Qiu Cang looked at him in silence, leaning back on the cooking table, holding the marble table behind his palm. She scratched the corner with her finger, and couldn't wait for He Jueyun to shrink back before asking, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

He Jueyun pulled the corners of his lips and chuckled: "It seems that the way smart people change the subject is not very clever."

The firmament was speechless. However, her expression was not embarrassment or shame after being exposed. It was still cold and calm, perhaps a little confused. It was as if no one in this world could let her expose her flaws in person.

He Jueyun couldn't control his emotions like she did, and didn't want to say anything hurtful in front of her, so he turned and decided to leave first.

"Sorry." The firmament sounded a cool voice behind, "I think this is... something that needs serious consideration."

He Jueyun didn't know if Qiancang told him this seriousness or if he said it to himself.

He laughed mockingly.

that's terrible.

The firmament did not know when the room became quiet again. She wiped the remaining dishes and chopsticks clean, and cleaned the kitchen, then walked slowly to the living room and sat empty on the sofa.

She thought about whether she did something wrong, but her reflection was not sincere. This is not her specialty. The main thing is that even if it is wrong, she does not have the right way to modify it.

When her brain was empty, the phone on the coffee table vibrated, and the buzzing sound instantly occupied all her attention.

The firmament quickly stepped forward and grabbed it. When he saw that the name of the caller ID was He Chuanzhou, he frowned almost imperceptibly, lowered his eyelids, and clicked to connect.

He Chuanzhou asked endlessly, "Are you familiar with Li Lingsong?"

The firmament was stunned when he heard the name being asked, and then replied as honestly as possible: "Not very familiar."

He Chuanzhou: "Then what do you think of him?"

The firmament pondered for a moment, and then replied: "It is not convenient to evaluate, but he is really unfamiliar. He is a person with strong professional ability. He is obsessed with his academics. When he is with him, he will feel a sense of pressure."

The firmament doesn't like any feeling of being explored or being peeked, and this happens to be contrary to Li Lingsong's profession. Li Lingsong has been studying social psychology for many years and has cultivated a habit. When facing special people, he will show great patience and enthusiasm. What the firmament feels is the coldness of being a sample. In addition, he is an elder, and there is a distance between the two parties, and the sky is not good at dealing with him.

The firmament eyelashes trembled.

Yes, she has always been accustomed to being independent and withdrawn. She has no intention of letting others participate in her life, nor the will to establish a family. Being a friend doesn't have to think about things like the future, she hates thinking about similar questions.

This is the difference between her and He Jueyun, and she avoids this question subjectively.

He Chuanzhou didn't realize her absence, but only responded briefly, and hung up the phone as soon as possible without waiting for the sky to ask.

The firmament looked at the darkened screen, and the thin figure was motionless in the light and shadow. After a quarter of an hour, she was relieved from this meaningless state of being in meditation. She put on her coat and walked out of the room. .

·

Stepping on black high heels, He Chuanzhou stepped into the office, standing at the door, his pupils turned slightly, and quickly and implicitly scanned the details of the house.

The light is bright and the furnishings are straightforward. There are many traces of life in the small house. Various trophies and photos are placed in the corners, which fully prove the owner's life experience. However, the piles of various debris together do not make the picture seem messy.

Only a few glances made He Chuanzhou judge that the owner of the office was a person with self-control and a gentle personality.

"If you are interested, you can take a look." The person behind the desk smiled and took the initiative, "I have been working in D for more than forty years. Many of these are memories from my students and me. Maybe the photos You know many people here."

He Chuanzhou turned his eyes back and smiled at him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Nothing. When I was a consultant, I often worked with the Public Security Bureau, but now it's not very convenient." Li Lingsong pointed to the wooden chair opposite, "I don't know what the team is looking for?"

He Chuanzhou took the copy out of the bag, put it on the table politely and pushed it over, and asked, "Do you know this word?"

Li Lingsong picked it up, carefully recognized each word, his eyes rolled as if he was reminiscing, and then put the paper back on the table, with a natural expression: "This is indeed my word, but I don't remember when I wrote it. That's it."

He Chuanzhou sat down across the table, keeping his sight level with him, and asked: "Then do you know where I found it?"

Li Lingsong shook her head and asked her to speak straight.

"It was found from the house of a female driver who had just suffered a car accident." He Chuanzhou took the paper back, stood it up, and showed it to Li Lingsong, "After our investigation, it was found that this lady had cheated many years ago. , Or mental infidelity. This is a love letter handwritten to her by her lover. The rest of the evidence was burned, only this card was accidentally kept by her daughter."

"Oh?" Even if Li Lingsong frowned, there was a kind of gentleness, no one could see sullenness or other emotions from his face, only simple incomprehension.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. The logic between this seems a bit strange? That female driver, what was the cause of the car accident?"

He Chuanzhou said: "An accident."

"Since it's an accident, why do you want to check her private life many years ago?" Li Lingsong smiled helplessly, "I was also involved, I guess you have some strange conjecture."

He Chuanzhou stared at him closely, Li Lingsong did not feel offended, but looked back at her frankly.

He Chuanzhou said: "Didn't you write this?"

"I wrote it." Li Lingsong admitted happily, "but I haven't sent anything like this to anyone, and I haven't had any improper relationship with any woman. Let me explain, this poem is actually me. What I wrote to my ex-wife before, how could I use it to confess to other women? And, judging from the content of this poem, it should be the content that I changed later. Ten years ago..."

He groaned, but he didn't remember it very clearly, and he lowered his head and laughed: "At that time, I was in my sixties. How could there be such fun as young people?"

This is also what He Chuanzhou can't figure out the most.

Ten years ago, Han Xiao was only in his thirties. Li Lingsong is indeed very attractive, but will Han Xiao really fall in love with this man who is one generation older than him?

The most difficult part of this case is that no one knows who is innocent and who is not. Who is the ultimate prisoner, and who is being used.

He Chuanzhou grabbed the emotion in his eyes and asked politely: "So, who can get your handwritten book?"

Li Lingsong said regretfully: "I think it should be a lot."

The muscles around He Chuanzhou's eyes twitched, and his heart became cold: "What do you mean?"

"When I was young, there would always be various interests, which are also work-related. I like to get to know all kinds of people. Therefore, I have joined many interest associations." Li Lingsong pointed to the thing in her hand, "This is one kind. "

He said: "Sometimes, I will be responsible for teaching newcomers. In addition, when I teach my students, I have written a lot of jams in order to relax the atmosphere. Because of the convenience, I write the most. Poetry. After the class, these things are usually handled by my assistants or students. I didn't ask where they were dropped."

"Why is it not signed?"

"It's not for giving away." Li Lingsong said with a smile. "Will Team He write his name on his draft paper?"

In a short period of time, even He Chuanzhou began to doubt himself.

The man in front of him was impeccable, as if everything had nothing to do with him. However, the more this happened, the less He Chuanzhou dared to rule out his suspicion.

No mountain or dew, his body is covered with a mysterious smell.

"It's just for this poem?" Li Lingsong saw her silent and asked with concern, "Is it important?"

He Chuanzhou put the paper back, took out another bag, took out two photos from it, and put them on the table.

The photo was taken from the side. The gray-haired old man stopped at the intersection, waiting for the end of the traffic light. There are a few passersby beside him. This street is located in a prosperous area, and pedestrian traffic has always been dense.

Li Lingsong saw it clearly, and nodded: "It's indeed me. This is the clothes I just wore two days ago... The car accident you said was the one. The driver was indeed in an accident, right? What are you looking for? ?"

He Chuanzhou said: "Yes, it's a coincidence. You just happened to appear at the scene of the crime. The driver of the car accident ran the red light because he was looking where you were."

Li Lingsong raised his eyebrows in surprise, his expression heavy: "What's her name?"

"Han Xiao."

"Yeah..." Li Lingsong pressed his forehead to think hard, and sighed, "I really don't remember, don't you know. Maybe it's one of my students? I really regret it."

He Chuanzhou could not see any clues in him.

Obvious clues all point to this person, but he easily pushes them all out. Like a lurking iceberg, it is impossible to see through.

He Chuanzhou's tone increased a bit: "Why did you pass here this morning?"

Li Lingsong said lightly: "Go shopping."

He Chuanzhou's undulating tone expressed her injustice: "Shopping?"

"Can't I show up in this place?" Li Lingsong said helplessly, "Even if I show up in this place, I can't guarantee that the car owner will crash because he saw me? Besides, why should I do this? This matter... I think you can think about it again. I don’t know what you want me to explain to you."

He Chuanzhou also found that her attitude was too extreme, so she bowed her head and sorted out the things on the table.

Li Lingsong took the initiative to explain: "I went shopping with my son that morning because my ex-wife’s birthday is approaching, and we want to choose a gift... My ex-wife is in poor health and has been in bed for many years. The doctor said that she might not be able to hold on. For too long, my son wanted her to be happy when she died before calling me out. Before that, I didn't actually contact my ex-wife much."

Is that right? He Chuanzhou said in his heart.

Li Lingsong had finished talking about everything, and He Chuanzhou didn't know what to ask.

Li Lingsong understood: "The investigative agency is very busy. Maybe you need to relax."

He Chuanzhou took a deep breath and glanced over the fruit plate on the side, which contained many loose orange candies.

She originally wanted to ask whether Li Lingsong knew people like "Ding Xihua" or Fan An, but when the words came to her lips, she hesitated and only asked: "Mind?"

"Please take care of yourself." Li Lingsong smiled, "Many people like this kind of candy. Simple things like candy can sometimes bring simple happiness."

He Chuanzhou touched it casually, put it in his pocket, and nodded to Li Lingsong.

"Nagging."

·

This conversation was almost fruitless, and provided no help except to completely cross He Chuanzhou's investigation plan.

She came out of the teaching building with a foul breath, squinted her eyes slightly under the noon sun, and walked towards her vehicle.

Under the shadow of the shadowy tree, a familiar figure leaned against her body in backlight. After the car lights up because the electronic lock was released, he turned and looked towards her.

He Chuanzhou speeded up his pace, pulled a faint smile, and asked, "Why are you here?"

The firmament put his hands in his pockets, seeming absentmindedly: "I'm free, come out and walk, guess you are here, so I'll stop by."

He Chuanzhou glanced at her, teasing: "Where is your little attendant?"

Qiu Cang smiled awkwardly: "He is not my little follower, I can't afford it."

He Chuanzhou understood: "I have a quarrel."

"Nothing." Qiu Cang raised his chin toward there and asked, "How about?"

He Chuanzhou opened the car door: "Get in the car first."

Tiancang took the opportunity to sit in the passenger seat: "Any clues?"

He Chuanzhou opened his lips and spit out a few words mockingly: "Ask about loneliness."

"He is very powerful. He can see through others but others can't see him." Qiu Cang said, "There is no real progress, so how does it feel?"

He Chuanzhou remembered: "There are still some."

She drew it into her pocket and threw a candy to the sky.

Qiyun said with satisfaction: "The harvest is still very gratifying."

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