Captain's Road to Attack

Cui Xian thought for a while and sighed, "It's not illegal, but it's more shameful than breaking the law. I thought I would keep this matter in my heart for the rest of my life, but when I saw you, I felt very sorry for my dead son. I must find someone to talk to." come out."

Hearing this, Lu Feng pulled Cui Xian into the private room, and said to Cui Xian face to face: "Now there are only you and me here, if you really want to say something, just say it, if you really feel sorry for your son, you can say it here , can also be regarded as a confession to your son."

Cui Xian took a look around, the area of ​​about two square meters seemed very small, but because of this small space, it gave her a full sense of security, a sense of déjà vu like a confessional in a foreign church in a movie, And Lu Feng, who was sitting opposite her, was like an angel sent to save her soul.

Cui Xian clasped her hands together and tears fell down again, but her emotions were still under control.

"I'm sorry for my son, he..." When she said this, Cui Xian lost control of her emotions and burst into tears again.

Lu Feng was also about to collapse, but the more Cui Xian collapsed, the more he confided, he could only continue to endure.

Cui Xian said: "My son and I have been dependent on each other since we were young. His father died early as a soldier. Later, he died in the line of duty. I invested his pension to make money with money. At that time, money came too easily. I was just catching up with the bull market, so I thought I knew how to speculate in stocks. Later, when the market went bad, I lost everything. At that time, my son was in school, and I had no education, so I made money by doing part-time cleaning. To maintain the family, my son has loved painting since he was a child, and he has taught himself to paint since he was in elementary school. He has never taken a painting class except spending money on books. I was a little worried that there would be no future for painting. If I don’t support him, I think learning to paint is for those rich people to cultivate their children’s hobbies. Later, seeing how obsessed he is, I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t, so I won’t.”

"This is a genius, self-taught. You should be proud of having such a son. Fortunately, you didn't stop him." Lu Feng said.

Cui Xian nodded and continued: "Later, my son started painting when he was at my husband's house while he was waiting for me to come home. He was still painting when my husband came back. I want to go to Calling my son, but my husband stopped him, he was fascinated by my son's paintings."

Lu Feng nodded and continued to listen intently.

"and then?"

Cui Xian said this, swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and said: "I don't know if you can accept and understand the following story, but the two of them are... so what..."

Lu Feng was a little confused when he heard the words, blinked his eyes and said, "How old was your son at that time?"

Cui Xian held back her tears and said, "16 years old."

When Lu Feng heard this, he widened his eyes and said, "What? You mean your son has been with your current husband since he was 16 years old...??"

Cui Xian covered her face and burst into tears, but Lu Feng really couldn't accept it.

"But why did you marry your current husband again?" Lu Feng frowned and asked Cui Xian.

Cui Xian wiped away her tears and said: "It's my current husband's idea. He said that it is better to have a name to be accepted by the world than to take care of our mother and daughter. As long as I keep my mouth shut, he will let us Mother and daughter have no worries about food and clothing."

"Then you agreed?" Lu Feng asked.

Cui Xian's face was bloodless from crying, she pursed her lips and said: "I think my decision at that time was insignificant. I asked my son what he thought, and he said that as long as he can continue to paint, it doesn't matter what .so……"

Lu Feng looked puzzled again when he heard this, scratched his head and said, "Wait, I'm a bit confused. Your son said that as long as he can draw, it doesn't matter. So what is the relationship between him and your current husband?"

Cui Xian shook her head and said: "I can't tell. My husband likes my son's paintings very much. Maybe it's Aiwujiwu. He...he and I have a normal sex life after he married me."

Hearing this, Lu Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at Cui Xian as if he had seen a ghost.

"You mean, your husband is actually a normal straight man, but he has sex with your son just because he likes your son's paintings?? Is that what you mean?"

Lu Feng felt that his three views had been brushed over and over again. The world is really big and full of wonders. He even doubted his ears a little.

Cui Xian nodded.

Lu Feng laughed out loud when he heard the words, which made him laugh and angry at the same time.

I have heard of a mother and daughter serving a husband together, and it is the first time I have heard of a mother and son serving a husband together.

Niu, Xu Tian, ​​you are so awesome.

It's rare for Lu Feng to have such admiration for a person, from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Feng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If your son doesn't mind, I think no matter how deformed your family is, it's your own business. Why do you still feel ashamed of your son?"

Cui Xian mentioned this, sighed and said: "I really don't know. After the winter vacation, he suddenly said that he wanted to move out. It happened so suddenly. It was useless for me to try my best to keep him. After that, his body lost weight quickly. I I went to see a doctor for him, and the doctor said he was suffering from anorexia, and when I went to see him a few days ago, I found him dead on the bed in the rented house, and there was a suicide note.”

"So your son committed suicide?" Lu Feng asked knowingly, pretending to be ignorant.

"No, the case was closed before, and my son was determined to have committed suicide, but two days ago, my husband and I were called for interrogation. After he returned, he became restless, restless, and a little neurotic. So Living together for many years, it is really rare for him to be like this, so I believe that my son's death must have something to do with him, but I have no evidence, and I told the police that they may not believe me, so I can only tell you, an outsider, The most important thing is that my husband threatened me that if I dared to tell the police about him and my son, he would divorce me and immediately make me a homeless woman. Thinking of my cowardice, I feel sorry for my poor son..."

Speaking of Cui Xian crying here again, Lu Feng looked at Cui Xian indifferently.

Today's conversation between him and Cui Xian has no legal effect, but it cleared up the fog of speciousness before and opened up a new way of thinking and direction.

"Sister, I won't tell others what you told me today, and don't tell your husband when you go home. Since you think he is abnormal, there must be something wrong with him. I advise you to find a relative or friend in the next few days. Let's stay at home." Lu Feng reminded.

Cui Xian couldn't help feeling a little scared when she heard what Lu Feng said so seriously, she grabbed Lu Feng's hand nervously and said, "Then I'll listen to you, do you think I should leave here?"

"That's not necessary. Is your husband still capable of superpowers? You might as well not go back and pack up your things. Once you pack them up, he will be suspicious. Those things are not important. Let's find a place to hide them first." Lu Feng gave Cui Xian an idea.

"Then I can only hide at my classmate's house for a few days." Cui Xian also became distraught.

"It doesn't matter where you go, you don't want to show up until you come out." Lu Feng reminded.

"Meeting you is really my greatest luck. Fortunately, you reminded me, otherwise I would still be kept in the dark. You are right, he has a problem, definitely has a problem." Cui Xian said with words in her mouth.

Lu Feng quickly pulled his hand away from Cui Xian's, squeezed out a forced smile and said, "I'll give you the phone number, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you so much!! I really don't know what to say, there are still so many good people in the world." Cui Xian couldn't stop being grateful.

Lu Feng was really too lazy to deal with Cui Xian anymore, so he found an excuse and slipped away, rushing back to the police station immediately.

When they arrived at the police station, they listened to the recording of the conversation between him and Cui Xian for Cheng Gong and the others. Everyone was astonished with the same expressions as when Lu Feng heard it for the first time.

After listening to the recording, everyone did not speak for a long time.

Cheng Gong spoke first, "Now you can apply to monitor Xu Tian, ​​24 hours a day."

"It's the boss!" Li An immediately arranged for someone to go after hearing the order.

"Boss, do you think that Xu Tian came home from us so abnormally that he really killed him?" Zhang Xiaopang asked.

Cheng Gong glanced at Zhang Xiaopang and said, "The most critical link is still missing, how did Bai Quan become anorexic."

Fatty nodded.

When Cheng Gong applied for the monitoring permit, Li An's people had already started to take their positions.

As soon as Bureau Peng signed it, they immediately quietly entered Xu Tian's residence to install monitoring equipment.

But when Li An brought his people into Xu Tian's residence, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Xu Tian sat at his desk, but his head was held in his arms, and his eyes were slightly open.

Li An immediately reported to Cheng Gong, who immediately led the team and called Zhu Ci'an to the scene.

The news that Xu Tian died in his residence spread like wildfire, and Luo Hongbo from the second team also rushed to the scene immediately.

So the room was not small at first, but the people who hula-la entered the room suddenly felt crowded.

Everyone was ordered to put on shoe covers and enter the house, except for the staff of the trace department and the forensic department who stayed away from the scene first. Cheng Gong and Luo Hongbo stood next to Zhu Ci'an, waiting for his preliminary autopsy results.

Zhu Ci'an looked at Xu Tian's body intently, held Xu Tian's head and looked left, right, up and down, as if it was not a dead body's head, but a football.

Bai Quan's body was not inspected by him himself, and his inferences about the intuition at the beginning were becoming more and more untenable. Now that he has the opportunity, he can finally verify his intuition with his own eyes.

"It is certain that the cause of death of the deceased was cutting the throat." Zhu Ci'an said.

The author has something to say: this year's summer came late, and it's still cold here {{(>_<)}}