what's in the depths

"Yi Yu grew up with his grandfather in Canada when he was a child, and he returned to China when he was 15 years old, but he usually gets along well with his family. His personality is a bit arrogant, but he is a sensible child."

"Excuse me, what is the relationship between you and your husband, Professor Yi?"

Ren Fang thought for a while, then covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "To tell you the truth, I was the one who chased him back then. He is six years younger than me, but it may be because there are more children in the family, and he is the eldest, so he has always been more mature. , when we fell in love with him, there was no sense of age difference at all."

Listening to Ren Fang's description, it sounds like a harmonious family, but it is a bit different from Ren Yu's own description of "father is just a waste".

Hawthorne took out a folder from the briefcase beside him, opened it, and pushed it over:

"Do you know this girl?"

Ren Fang picked up the folder on the table and looked at the photo on the front page, nodded naturally: "Yes, this is a student of my college, her name is Chen Xiyan, oh, the house she rented was five years ago The three-bedroom apartment I bought here is very close to us, in the sixteenth building next door."

"How did she rent the house from you?"

"The first person who rented my house was one of my students, who was three years older than Chen Xiyan. Because he was about to graduate and go home, but the house was not due, so he posted a rental notice in the college group. After that, the tenant It was replaced by Chen Xiyan."

As she said that, Ren Fang asked in a little surprise, "What's wrong with this girl?"

Hawthorne looked into her eyes, and after a while, he said softly: "She is dead."

Ren Fang's eyes widened instantly, she looked at Huo Sang in disbelief, and then at the photo of Chen Xiyan in the folder.

"No, it's impossible. The monitoring and security of our community has been doing very well. It's impossible. She was killed in the school."

"After our preliminary investigation, Chen Xiyan was skinned first, and the place where she was skinned was in your house. We haven't found the body yet, so I hope you can assist us in our investigation."

Ren Fang looked a little dazed, her left hand kept stroking the huge diamond ring on the ring finger of her right hand, then, she seemed to adjust her mood, raised her head, and showed a soft smile:

"Officer, I think... In a situation like ours, it's unlikely that we would ruin our bright future and kill someone... Besides, killing her won't do us any good, and won't bring any real benefits. "

"Killing is not necessarily motivated by profit. There are many motives. Vendetta, revenge, society, and... love are all possible." Hawthorne sneered and put away the folder.

Ren Fang raised her hand and straightened her exquisite hairstyle a little bit. Her bright red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it all back into her stomach.

Huo Sang looked at him from the corner of his eyes, shook his head lightly, and then asked: "What is your son Ren Yu's relationship with Chen Xiyan?"

Huo Sang did not ask Ren Fang whether her son Ren Yu knew Chen Xiyan, but asked about the relationship between the two on the basis of "they must know each other" without authorization, and made a trick, waiting for Ren Fang to go. jump down.

In fact, it is also understandable that anyone who doesn't want to choose someone who has something to do with the murder case, even if there is something to do, has to be properly concealed in order to avoid suspicion.

Ren Fang raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "You also know that a child of Yiyu's age is a bit estranged from his parents, especially boys, who never take the initiative to talk about his circle of friends at home. We can't control who we play with, and if we talk too much, he will find us annoying, so we simply don't ask."

I heard that Ren Fang is not only an associate professor of the dance department, but also the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the college. I have to say that these administrative staff are all good people.

Hawthorne nodded, seeming to agree with Ren Fang's words: "You're right, it's true that children of this age keep secrets in their hearts and don't want to communicate with their parents, so...your husband, Professor Yi, It’s not like I’m hiding some secrets from you too.”

Faced with Hawthorne's aggression, Ren Fang seemed to be trying to adjust her emotions. The smile on her face was completely gone, replaced by a slight sullenness, and she asked:

"You are also a man. I'm afraid you can't understand what a man is like. Sometimes, marriage is such a thing, if you don't take a step back, why do you say that the maintenance of marriage depends on wisdom rather than pure emotion. "

The meaning of Ren Fang's words is already obvious:

I know that my husband Yi Lin is messing around outside, but I have no choice but to turn a blind eye. As long as he doesn't touch my bottom line, I can bear it. Otherwise, a 50-year-old woman will divorce and say Going out is not afraid of being laughed at.

"Then what is the relationship between Professor Yi and the victim, Chen Xiyan?" Hawthorne continued to ask rather weakly.

Ren Fang stared at him, her eyes were slightly red, she took a deep breath, her chest heaved violently:

"I do not know."

"Are you sure?"

Suddenly, Ren Fang stood up abruptly, her slender hands clenched tightly: "I'm sorry, I just took a nine-hour flight, I'm tired, and I need to rest."

The team members taking notes at the side glanced at Hawsang for help, and saw Hawsang get up happily, and stretched out a hand to Ren Fang: "Sorry for disturbing you, we will come back later, please keep your phone unblocked."

Ren Fang didn't speak or move.

Hawthorne nodded to the rest of the team, indicating that the team would be closed today.

The serious crime team left one by one, leaving only Ren Fang standing stubbornly in the huge living room, her slightly lonely figure reflected on the exquisite marble floor tiles.

She looked really tired. She leaned on the wall and slowly walked to the sofa, and collapsed on the sofa weakly, with one hand resting on her forehead, trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she picked up the teacup on the table and slammed it on the ground. The teacup burst, and the fragments fell on her face, leaving an unsightly bloodstain on her fair face.

After a long time, she finally took a deep breath, picked up her phone from the table and sent a text message:

"Yiyu, your father and the director of the hospital went out for dinner, and mother is the only one at home, can you go home for dinner today?"

Soon I received a reply from Ren Yu:

"Okay, mom, what do you want to eat, I'll pass by the restaurant and bring it back for you."

As soon as Ren Yu came home, he found that the house was dark. He turned on the light and saw his mother sitting on the sofa with her head hanging down without saying a word, as if she was asleep.

After changing into his slippers, he walked over gently, and casually put the packed Ren Fang's favorite lotus blood duck on the coffee table, but accidentally stepped on something hard.

He looked down and saw that it was a fragment of a teacup.

Ren Yu squatted down without saying a word to pick up all the pieces, touched the ground with his hands to confirm that there was no glass shards left, and then gently shook Ren Fang awake.

Ren Fang's eyes were bloodshot, she looked at Ren Yu wearily, for a while, smiled palely, raised her hand to touch his tender face: "I'm back, I'm sorry I fell asleep, I'm going to cook now. "

It can be seen that his mother is quite worried, and it is not convenient for Ren Yu to ask directly, so he can only tell interesting things in school to make Ren Fang happy.

But Ren Fang always looked listless, and only responded perfunctorily to Ren Yu's narration.

Her head was in severe pain as if it was about to split open. Ren Fang put down the chopsticks in her hand, rubbed her temples in pain, and then interrupted Ren Yu who was still chattering.

"Let me ask you, do you know Chen Xiyan?"

Ren Fang's voice was very cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

On the other hand, Ren Yu's smile froze on his face almost instantly.

Then, he calmly replied: "No, I don't know."

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Zhu Yuhan waited at the police station for a long time, and Hawthorne finally returned with his team members.

"How about it, is there anything wrong?"

Zhu Yuhan hurried forward.

"Her husband, Yi Lin, is a stone hammer for raising women outside, but as for the relationship with Chen Xiyan, I don't know, but judging from Ren Fang's performance, I am afraid that the rumors that Yi Lin and Chen Xiyan have a close relationship in private are true. This matter."

"Judging from Ren Fang's answer, Ren Yu grew up with his grandfather and has a good relationship with Ren Fang's mother's family, so now I suspect that Chen Xiyan was killed by Ren Yu in order to seek justice for her mother."

Zhu Yuhan scratched his cheeks: "Although that is the case, we have no substantive evidence to prove that Chen Xiyan was killed by Ren Yu."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, the phone rang. Zhu Yuhan glanced at it and found that it was a landline number.

Usually this kind of landline number is either a nuisance call or an advertisement. Zhu Yuhan hung up casually, but the call continued tirelessly.

Zhu Yuhan picked it up and said angrily: "I won't buy a house, and I won't take out a loan!"

The person on the other end of the phone froze for a moment, then said cautiously, "Is it the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation?"

Only then did Zhu Yuhan realize the impoliteness, and immediately lowered his tone: "May I ask what you want?"

"Oh, I'm a promoter in the daily necessities section of Parkson Mall, we met just now."

"Oh, I remember."

"I suddenly thought of one thing, that is, on May [-]th, our supermarket happened to be holding a May [-]st reward reward activity. Anyone who purchased more than the prescribed amount could get a bottle of [-]ml small bottle of net spinning brand at the cash register Laundry liquid, just now our person in charge retrieved the monitoring of the day, and found that the Mr. Yi Lin you investigated did receive a bottle of laundry liquid at the cashier, and the cashier helped put it into a plastic bag .”

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuhan immediately put down the phone and turned back to ask Hawsang for confirmation:

"When you went to Yi Lin's house today, you saw some bottles of laundry detergent."

"One bottle, and it's only used less than one-fifth. By the way, there's a 'not for sale' label on it."

"That's not right. If the bottle in Chen Xiyan's house was taken from the shelf, there should be Yi Lin's fingerprints on it, and there are no obvious wipe marks on the body of the bottle. There is no reason for that."

"Then there is only one possibility." Hawthorne stretched out his finger and gestured, "Yi Lin, there is no fingerprint."

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