The Plow

Asking God is easy to send God.

After finally sending away the doctors and nurses, the two elder sisters calmed down, and Ling Shu was exhausted physically and mentally.

Looking at Ling Shu's haggard look, Ling Yao didn't say anything, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

She put down the oranges, told Ling Shu to take a good rest, and took the lead to withdraw from the battle.

As soon as Ling Yao left, Yue Chunxiao also felt bored, and also left quickly.

Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the cold sweet and sour fish in the food box, with regret on his face.

"It's really annoying!"

Yue Dingtang couldn't finish the rice, because the pig's trotters were cold, and the taste changed completely.

He got up, picked up his coat and scarf and put them on, touched his injured arm, and casually took an apple from the fruit basket and took a bite.

"I'll go to the arresting room to ask Yuan Bing for questioning. I'll come back later. You should have a good rest first."

He put on his hat and went to the door, thought for a moment, then turned his head.

"By the way, happy Chinese New Year."

Ling Shu smiled wryly.

This New Year's Day has been really ups and downs.

It was the first time he spent Chinese New Year in the hospital.

It was almost afternoon, the sun shone in from the window, the ice and snow had melted, and there was a warm atmosphere.

The sound of setting off firecrackers came from afar outside, conveying the smell of fireworks in the market bit by bit.

But the corridor outside the ward was very quiet, perhaps because most of the patients were taken out by their families for the Chinese New Year.

At this time in previous years, he should have been kicked out by his sister to go door-to-door to pay New Year's greetings, or he would follow them back to his brother-in-law's hometown, eating freshly baked rice cakes, sipping tea with every mouthful of rice cakes, and chatting around the stove at night, having a good time.

Thinking about the tragic experience of his own people sitting at home, and the disaster came from the sky, Ling Shu couldn't help sighing again.

"What are you doing, New Year's Eve, just let it sit here and sigh, be careful to blow away all your blessings!"

Accompanied by the sound, the visitor pushed the door open and entered.

Ling Shu raised his eyebrows.

"What wind brought you here?"

"Winds from southeast to northwest!" Cheng Si smiled playfully, "Seeing that you can still joke around, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Ling Shu stretched out his hand towards him.

"Is there a major problem, but there is still a minor problem. I hit my head, and I may lose my memory anytime, anywhere. Don't you want to express my condolences?"

"Here."

Cheng Si handed him the paper bag in his hand.

"Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, just out of the oven, they are still warm, so they are sincere enough!"

Without being polite, Ling Shu reached into the paper bag, took out one, and threw it to Cheng Si.

"Help me peel it off."

Cheng Si glared at him: "You hit your head and broke your hand?"

Ling Shu raised the hand that was administering the needle and waved it as a signal.

Cheng Si angrily helped him peel the shells, and then handed over the sweet chestnut meat.

"You asked for it yourself! If I told you to go to the dance hall on the night of the crime, you went, don't go to some Xiaoji noodle restaurant to eat noodles, I can also help you with a personal ID, so you won't be like Now that you are like this, you still have to bear the charge of a murderer!"

Ling Shu said meaningfully: "If you were with me that night, I probably won't be able to see you now."

Cheng Si froze for a moment, then shivered half a second later, and was in no mood to peel the chestnuts.

"Don't scare me! Who on earth hates you so deeply and insists on killing you?!"

Ling Shu: "It's not necessarily aimed at me, but I happen to be a suitable candidate. What's going on outside now, has the news of Du Yuning's death spread throughout Shanghai? What do the news say?"

Cheng Si came alive.

"Don't tell me, all the big and small newspapers have published it, and now it's a mystery. Since a maid in Yuan's family died yesterday, almost all the headlines in the city this morning are talking about this news..."

"Who's dead?" Ling Shu interrupted him.

"A maid in the Yuan family."

Ling Shu had a bad premonition.

"What's your name, how did you die?"

Cheng Si: "I didn't pay attention to the name... The newspaper said that he was hanged. He was found hanged in the front building of Yuan's house this morning. In Du Yuning's room, the body was cold and there was no way he could be rescued."

Ling Shu: "The front building is locked, and the servants live in the small building at the back."

Cheng Si hissed: "So what the newspaper wrote is true, is it true that Du Yuning's haunted soul is lingering, and he used a maid as a substitute?"

Ling Shu: "You are also a person who went to a new-style school, and you actually believe this. How did the newspaper write it?"

"There's a lot to say."

"Some said that the maid wanted to fly up a branch, carry the hostess on her back, climb into the bed of the hostess, and make a secret knot in the tire. After being discovered by Du Yuning, the couple had a dispute, and Yuan Bing killed Du Yuning by mistake. , Du Yun would rather die than rest in peace, and come back to seek revenge from this maid."

"Others said that this maid caused Yuan's family to be ruined and her conscience was disturbed. She dreamed that Du Yuning came to seek revenge every day, so she died."

"There is something even more bizarre. It is said that Du Yuning asked this maid to seduce Yuan Bing in order to win her husband's heart. After all, the child of the Yuan family was born in the Yuan family. It is better than the mother not knowing which wild flower it is outside. Who knows? This maid is fierce, she would rather die than submit, but she was defiled by Yuan Bing..."

"Stop!"

Ling Shu became speechless the more he listened.

But he was also sure of one thing.

The maid Cheng Si mentioned was most likely the dumb girl Alan next to Du Yuning.

"What's all this mess? I've seen that maid before, she has a pretty face, but Yuan Bing is a prodigal son who has read thousands of sails, and even Du Yuning couldn't hold his heart. How could it be possible for Alan? What lingering ghost, It is even more outrageous for a ghost to seek revenge!"

Cheng Si spread his hands innocently: "Then how do I know? But the good thing is that your name hasn't been mentioned much. Except for one or two reports of your suspicion at the beginning, now the public's attention is almost all on the relationship between the couple. Enmity, hatred, and how much property the Yuan family still has."

Ling Shu pointed at his nose: "As the biggest suspect, why don't I deserve a name?"

Cheng Si laughed: "Maybe it's because they think that killing a wife by the son of a warlord is more twists and turns than your childhood sweetheart getting involved in it? It's a pity that I forgot the newspaper at the police station, otherwise I would bring you the newspaper." Here’s a copy for you to take a look at. The big newspapers are better, but the tabloids are so unscrupulous, they seem to be hiding under the Yuan family’s bed, and they’re about to write a murder case as a story of a wealthy family’s love affairs.”

Cheng Si's thoughts represent the thoughts of most ordinary citizens. For the straightforward description of the case, many people would rather read some analysis and imagination in another way, take the story as a real thing, relish it, and use it as a conversation piece after dinner.

Some tabloids even took the opportunity to publish the trilogy of the Yuan family's wealthy family. Starting from Yuan Bingdao's fortune, the content was two parts true, eight parts fictional, and the content was exaggerated and fantasy.

There is no one in the Yuan family anymore. Once Yuan Bingdao died, the big family scattered like birds and beasts, and Yuan Bing himself was not able to live up to it. He is still in prison. If the Yuan family still had some energy, this kind of fictional story would definitely not be published.

Driven by public opinion, the case-handling thinking at the police station may also be affected, which might be a good thing for Ling Shu.

But Ling Shu fell into thinking.

They had just been assassinated last night, and Alan died today.

In terms of time, Alan should have encountered an accident after midnight last night.

As Du Yuning's personal maid, Alan must know a lot of things, but why did she not die before, but now she is dead?

Could it be that the murderer thought she knew something and couldn't let her live for fear that she would expose herself?

Alan's identity meant that she was the focus of investigation and inquiry.

But they didn't suspect Alan too much before, because she was dumb, illiterate, and a weak woman. She didn't have the strength to kill Du Yuning, and it was difficult to succeed.

Now that Alan died, it exposed the fact that she was related to this case.

Dead people can't speak, and they are the safest. Even if they are aware of this, it will be difficult for them to make any breakthroughs.

Yuan Bing, the Yuan family.

Now it seems that they are getting farther and farther away from the truth, but from another angle, it seems to be helping them to filter out the truth step by step.