heart poison

Hua Chong looked at Wang Songsong sitting in the interrogation room on the surveillance camera, and then turned around to pick up the autopsy report sent by Xu Kan.

Wang Zhangbing died of strangulation, between 12:1 and [-]:[-] noon.Before his death, Wang Zhangbing suffered from Alzheimer's disease and had developed to severe dementia, but his other organs were normal and he had no major medical history.

"This is equivalent to saying that although Wang Zhangbing has lost the ability to move due to Alzheimer's disease, he cannot take care of himself and has to rely on his family, but as long as there is no accident such as a serious fall, he has been taken care of at home, and he can live for a year or two. , in the long run, it’s okay to live for three to five years. It’s just that his condition cannot be reversed, and the situation will only get worse. The longer he lives, the more troubled his family will be.” Liu Zhiqin wrote the notepad Throw it on the table and pick up the steaming tea, "The family situation of the three brothers and sisters of the Wang family has been investigated. Wang Nuoqiang's family is in the mobile stall business, and their income is unstable. The working hours are very long, and there is no income when they stop. , Wang Songsong is 26 years old this year. He used to help Wang Nuoqiang's stall. Now he bought a motorcycle and works as a delivery rider. He has a girlfriend and plans to get married. Wang Xiaoning's family has iron rice bowls and no children. However, it is estimated that they cannot bear the responsibility of taking care of Wang Zhangbing; Wang Chuning’s husband died of illness a few years ago, and she and her daughter Ji Can depend on each other. Ji Can is 19 years old this year and studies fine arts. Their family's conditions are the worst, and they all rely on Wang Chuning to do odd jobs to make money."

"The life of the three children is not easy. Wang Zhangbing's disease has pushed the three families to a dead end." Hua Chong took the teacup from Liu Zhiqin's hand and held it in his own hand, "Alzheimer's disease is not a disease. Even if you take psychotropic drugs for a long time, they can only provide relief, and the drugs are not cheap."

"The point is, Wang Zhangbing won't die soon." Liu Zhiqin said slowly, "His disease is different from cancer. If an old man suffers from cancer, it may not survive for a few months at an advanced stage. The children take care of them day and night, It will only take a year or so to put in effort and money. As for him, he just suffers, and no one knows how many years he can survive."

"After he completely lost the ability to take care of himself, Wang Nuoqiang and others have taken care of him for a year." Hua Chong recalled Wang Nuoqiang's painful expression, and sighed: "If this kind of life continues, Wang Zhangbing himself will I can't feel anything, but his three children, and their respective families, may not be able to bear it."

Liu Zhiqin said coldly: "Maybe they are all in their hearts, hoping that the old father will die soon."

"It's because everyone has a motive for committing the crime." Hua Chong moved the teacup to his lips and took a sip, "Wang Xiaoning pointed the finger at Wang Songsong, but she and her husband are not without the possibility of committing the crime."

"My initial guess was that this family committed the crime collectively." Liu Zhiqin opened the autopsy report again, "but since they have already started accusing each other, the possibility of committing the crime collectively is unlikely. In fact, Wang Xiaoning is also quite suspicious. The three of them The siblings agreed to take care of the old father for a few months, Wang Zhangbing has been staying at Wang Nuoqiang's house recently, and Wang Zhangbing will move to Wang Xiaoning's house at the beginning of next year."

Hua Chong walked up and down the table, and suddenly stopped, "Why don't Wang Xiaoning and her husband Zhang Chongqi have children?"

"Do not want."

"People of their age don't want children subjectively?"

"Actually, it's not surprising. Although people of their generation like to say 'raise children for old age', there are also some people who don't like children by nature and prefer to live freely and without worries."

Hua Chong thought for a while, "Then it is absolutely unacceptable for them to entrust Wang Zhangbing, who can't leave others all the time, to their care."

"En." Liu Zhiqin nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, "When I asked Wang Xiaoning about the situation before, she was very nervous, while Zhang Chongqi sat on the side dully. Generally speaking, the reactions of the two They are all weird. According to her, the private room was booked by Wang Nuoqiang. After everyone arrived, everyone symbolically said "Happy Birthday" to Wang Zhangbing, but Wang Zhangbing didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it at all. , Wang Songsong proposed to push Wang Zhangbing to the rest room on the grounds that 'grandpa can't eat the food on the table anyway'. By the way, she also said that Ji Can and Wang Songsong looked at Wang Zhangbing very disgusted, and Ji Can whispered something, "Old man immortal'."

"Put the suspicion on Wang Songsong so quickly, and deliberately bring out Ji Can, Wang Xiaoning's actions are a bit redundant." Hua Chong folded his arms and arched his back slightly.

The air conditioner was turned on in the police room, so it wasn't cold. He took off his thick coat long ago and threw it on the back of the chair. He was only wearing a thin gray sweater with a shirt inside. He looked slender and eye-catching. Even this lazy posture is well-posed, with an extraordinary bearing.

Liu Zhiqin's eyes fell on his waist, and he didn't speak for a while.

He glanced at Liu Zhiqin, "Where are you looking?"

Liu Zhiqin raised his eyes and said calmly, "Look at your waist."

"Tsk. Looks good?"

"nice."

"Are you still answering well?"

"I'm answering honestly, I dare not lie to the leader."

Hua Chong coughed and pressed the corner of his lips, "Stop, let's talk about the case."

Liu Zhiqin rubbed his chin and forced his eyes back, "We have two main ideas now. One is that the murderer is Wang Zhangbing's family. Although this sounds absurd and has no 'positive energy' at all, it is not impossible Wang Zhangbing did not have any other fatal diseases, and he will not die in a short time. His existence is like a mountain that presses on his children. Relief. The second is that the murderer is another person. This person knows that the door of the alien room is a dead corner of surveillance, and also knows that Wang Zhangbing was pushed into the alien room. "He" entered the alien room from that door at a certain point in time, Le Wang Zhangbing died, and then fled."

"What is the purpose of this person doing this? Retaliation? Venting anger?"

"This is also what I haven't figured out." Liu Zhiqin said: "Wang Zhangbing is just an ordinary retired old man who has been busy in the factory all his life. At least so far, I haven't found out what he has done that would attract revenge. thing."

Hua Chong pondered for a moment, "The murderer is most likely a relative."

"Difficulties in real life can turn deep love into hatred." Liu Zhiqin said: "If Wang Zhangbing knew that he raised the children, everyone wanted him to die earlier, how would he feel?"

"He probably already knew."

"Ok?"

"Although most of the patients with advanced Alzheimer's disease are in a trance and don't know anyone, occasionally—only occasionally, they will have a brief moment of sobriety." Hua Chong said in a low voice, "Although it is only a short time, He can also feel that his illness has dragged down the child, and the child has to take care of him due to family affection and responsibility."

"If this is the case, I would rather never have a moment of sobriety." Liu Zhiqin said: "This is too cruel."

Hua Chong stabbed him lightly, "Don't you bring yourself into the patient?"

"This is not."

"Don't worry, I will take care of you when you are old."

"You don't want to take care of me until I'm old?"

"Contentment..." Hua Chong suddenly got stuck while speaking, "You" couldn't say it, and swallowed it hastily.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhiqin asked.

Hua Chong shook his head, turned his back to Liu Zhiqin.

It suddenly occurred to me just now that Liu Zhiqin had been taking care of me during the time we were together, and the six months before that, but I had lived alone for so many years, and I didn't have any resistance or incompatibility to the sudden tenderness and care. accept it.

"What's the matter?" Without getting an answer, Liu Zhiqin approached and rested his chin on Hua Chong's shoulder.

Hua Chong immediately stood up straight, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't act recklessly!"

"No one else." Liu Zhiqin rubbed his shoulder twice, and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly turn your back? What did you think of?"

Hua Chong knew that Liu Zhiqin was sensible, so he didn't struggle, "I didn't expect anything."

"Then why are your ears red?" As he spoke, Liu Zhiqin kissed the increasingly red earlobe.

Hua Chong's back was a little numb, and he panted lightly, "Brother Xiaoliu."

"Ok?"

"Do you think I'm too lazy?"

"Lazy?" Liu Zhiqin tightened his arms, "Flower Team, what do you think you are busy all day? You call this lazy, so what do others call it?"

"I mean at home." Hua Chong said, "I don't seem to have done any housework."

Liu Zhiqin laughed, and sprayed warm breath on Hua Chong's neck.Hua Chong retracted his neck reflexively, and rested his back on Liu Zhiqin's chest.

"I didn't do anything, so I didn't do anything." Liu Zhiqin said, "Flower Team, you still care about this with me?"

When Hua Chong thought about his lazy appearance at home, he felt a little guilty, "How about this, I will get up early to make breakfast for you from now on."

Liu Zhiqin laughed again.

Hua Chong said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Let me do it, time in the morning is precious, you should sleep more."

Hua Chong heard that Liu Zhiqin thought his cooking skills were too poor, so he didn't want to eat his breakfast.

At first, I was still a little blocked, but thinking about Liu Zhiqin's words and the tone of his speech, the corners of his lips couldn't help but pull upwards.

Why is Liu Zhiqin so good at talking?The sentence "The breakfast you made is too bad" replaced by "The morning time is precious, you should sleep more", it sounds like a sweet concern.

Hua Chong squinted his eyes for a while, broke free from Liu Zhiqin's arms, raised his chin slightly, "I found that although you are quite tall, you are occasionally sweet."

Liu Zhiqin smiled, "Tall and 'a little sweet' don't conflict, right?"

"Aren't you going to refute me saying you're 'a little sweet'?"

"Why should I refute?"

Hua Chong's eyes curled up, "'Sweet' is used to describe girls, so you accept that I use 'sweet' to describe you so easily?"

"Who stipulated that 'sweet' can only describe girls?"

"Isn't it?"

"is it?"

Hua Chong shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

He is seldom confused by cases, but he is often confused by Liu Zhiqin. The reason is that he is completely defenseless against Liu Zhiqin.

The phone on the desk rang, and Zhang Mao said, "Flower Team, Wang Nuoqiang and Zhang Chongqi are fighting!"

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"It's him! It's him and Wang Xiaoning who did it!" Compared with when he was in Zuixiang Restaurant, Wang Nuoqiang's mood changed drastically, his eyes were red, and his expression became extraordinarily ferocious, "When Dad was just sick, we agreed Taking turns taking care of her, Wang Xiaoning not only regretted it, but also strangled Dad to death! A beast, a beast! You want to slander Songsong after doing such a thing!"

Zhang Chongqi wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and said with a dry smile, "You know who is the beast. Who suggested pushing the old man into the lounge at lunch today? Who pushed it? Ah? Not Wang Songsong?"

"Didn't you agree? Everyone agreed, so Songsong pushed the old man in!" Wang Nuoqiang was impatient, "Could it be that Song Song pushed the old man to the lounge, Song Song is the murderer?"

"If I remember correctly, Wang Songsong stayed in the lounge for several minutes." Wang Xiaoning stood beside her husband, stroking the messy hair, "A few minutes is enough to strangle a person."

"You nonsense!" Zhu Zhao, Wang Nuoqiang's wife, burst into tears. "What crime did our mother and son do? To serve that dead old man, and to take his life after he dies? Do you, Wang, have any conscience? "

This sentence scolded Wang Nuoqiang as well.Hua Chong looked at Wang Nuoqiang, only to see that his face was blue and white.

"Brother Songsong is not the only one who went to the lounge." Ji Can said lightly.

Wang Chuning quickly grabbed her arm, "Kids, what are you getting involved with?"

"I'm going to be 20 soon, so I'm still a child?" Ji Can teased, "Mom, grandpa is finally gone. You should be very happy now, right?"

As soon as these words came out, many people present were startled.

Wang Chuning had tears in his eyes, "You, what did you say?"

Ji Can snorted, "Grandpa has been ill for so many years, which one of you doesn't want him to die?"

Wang Nuoqiang and Zhu Zhao were stunned for a moment.

"Auntie, why do you and uncle have the face to talk about Brother Songsong?" Ji Can looked at Wang Xiaoning and Zhang Chongqi, "That's right, it was Brother Songsong who suggested that grandpa should go to the lounge, and Songsong was the one who pushed grandpa in." Brother. But have you forgotten that you also went to the lounge halfway? What are you talking about—I want to feed grandpa some soup."

Wang Nuoqiang immediately shouted: "You also entered the lounge, Xiaocan saw it, and I saw it too!"

Wang Xiaoning trembled with anger, raised his hand and wanted to slap Ji Can, but was pushed away by Wang Chuning.

Zhang Mao asked in a low voice, "Let's just watch them pinch each other like this?"

Hua Chong remained silent, staring at Wang Chuning who was protecting Ji Can.

In Zuixiang Restaurant, she was the one who cried the most, and she was the one who rushed to the front desk to argue with the boss.For Wang Zhangbing's death, she seemed to be the most distressed one.Her husband died young, and she worked hard to raise Ji Can, but judging from Ji Can's reaction just now, it seems that the relationship between mother and daughter is not good.

The family's feelings are like the emperor's new clothes.

"Okay, okay, I've been in the lounge." Wang Xiaoning pointed at Wang Chuning, "You haven't been in? Among us, except Ji Can, who hasn't been in the lounge?"

Wang Chuning looked away unnaturally, as if he was quite guilty.

"Wang Xiaoning!" Wang Nuoqiang roared, "Why do you slander Songsong? He called you 'auntie', and that's how you treat him?"

"Auntie?" Wang Xiaoning seemed to hear some joke, "Did I beg him to call this 'Auntie'?"

"you!"

"What about me? You can give birth to a son. You are amazing. Your family occupies the old man's house. What about me? What do I have?" The topic gradually turned in another direction. Wang Xiaoning leaned against the wall with sinister eyes. No! Since you have benefited from the old man, shouldn't you show filial piety to the old man? What does it mean to push him to me? I don't have any benefits, so I still have to show filial piety for you?"

"If you don't want to take care of Dad, just say so!" If someone hadn't stopped him, Wang Nuoqiang's fist would have already greeted Wang Xiaoning's face.

"After that, you won't bring him to my house?" Wang Xiaoning sneered, "Come on, I know you have worked hard to take care of the old man, and your son can't see it, so taking advantage of today, we are all present, strangled him to death with a rope Old man. Once the old man dies, his house will be completely yours. Who told you that you are a man, and the grandson you gave birth to the old man is also a man? When did he take me as a daughter in his eyes? "

"Why did this quarrel cause the parents to have a quarrel?" Zhang Mao scratched his hair, "The family is harmonious on the surface, and even gathered together to celebrate the old father's birthday, but in fact, there have been conflicts for a long time."

"Let them quarrel." Hua Chong said, "The more you quarrel, the more you will be exposed."

At this moment, a police officer came and said something in Hua Chong's ear.

Hua Chong frowned, "Rope?"

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"It's none of my daughter's business! I put the rope in her bag!" Facing the long rope found in Ji Can's carry-on bag, Wang Chuning almost burst into tears.She bumped her forehead against the interrogation table and kept repeating: "Xiaocan doesn't know anything, I did it, I did it!"

Hua Chong held the long plastic rope, knowing that although such a rope was enough to strangle people, it would not cause the scars on Wang Zhangbing's neck.

But why did Ji Chan put a rope in his bag?

Or, why did Wang Chuning put a rope in Ji Can's bag?

If the act of letting go of the rope had no purpose, why did Wang Chuning panic to such an extent?

Liu Zhiqin asked: "Is this rope prepared for your father?"

As soon as the crying stopped in the interrogation room, the atmosphere was oppressive and tense.

After a long time, Wang Chuning nodded, "I can't take it anymore. My father's condition is getting worse and worse. Wang Nuoqiang has to ask me for a sum of medical expenses and living expenses every month. I really can't afford it..."

She choked up badly, and spoke intermittently, "Although he doesn't live in my house now, he doesn't need me and Xiaocan to take care of him for the time being, but soon, it will be our turn soon. My husband died of cancer, consuming all the money in the family. It's all over, I took care of my husband by myself, has anyone come to help me? I really don't want to take care of another useless person. I have no choice, I have no choice!"

Liu Zhiqin seemed completely unmoved by what she said, and asked again: "How long have you been preparing this rope?"

Wang Chuning wiped away tears, "Two months. But you believe me, I really didn't do anything today, let alone Xiao Can, she didn't even know that I hid the rope in her bag."

"Really?" Hua Chong didn't tell her right away, the rope and the scar were inconsistent, "Wang Zhangbing has been pushed into the lounge, the private room is noisy, and Wang Zhangbing can hardly make a sound, why did you let this 'opportunity' go?"

Wang Chuning trembled, "I, I dare not. Anyway, he is also my father. I can't do it..."

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"I'm your mother, how can you do it?" At the same time, in a small bedroom, Liang Ping murmured while rubbing bruise medicine wine on her waist.

The story of her dancing the square dance alone somehow reached the ears of her husband and son.Probably because she got older and couldn't hit her anymore. Her husband hasn't beaten her very much recently, but the "family stick" is passed down from father to son. One end is held in the son's hand, and the other end still hits her.

She has been beaten all her life. When she was young, it was common for her husband to beat her. He would punch and kick her when he was unhappy, and taught her, a "disobedient" woman, for various reasons.Her mother's family can't do anything, and her son is still young, so she can only suffer in silence.This tolerance has lasted for decades.The husband is used to beating, and she is also used to being beaten.Sometimes the husband is in a good mood, and he would say to outsiders: "My mother-in-law, if I hadn't taught her a good lesson, maybe she would go out and embarrass herself."

Isn't it embarrassing to dance square dance alone?

When she was beaten by her son for the first time, Liang Ping was so desperate that she almost committed suicide.She really couldn't figure out why the son she had worked so hard to raise didn't turn to her, but instead beat her like her husband.The daughter-in-law was still laughing, and the laughter was as sweet as silver bells.

She had never smiled so cheerfully in her life.

Unknowingly, she endured it again, busy at home like a servant every day, and square dancing was the only consolation.

A major incident happened in Los Angeles, eleven elderly people were killed, and everyone said it was caused by the square dancing.Her son and husband forbade her to dance in the square again, thinking that she would become the next Liu Xinyu and that she would embarrass the whole family.

The "Family Stick" landed on her bruised waist, and her son said aloofly: "Are you still going? Are you still going?"

Putting down the medicinal wine bottle, Liang Ping looked at the night outside the window and thought to herself: Why don't those people who specialize in attacking the elderly come and kill me?Killing those who don't want to die is doing evil, but killing me is doing good.

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Leaving the interrogation room, Hua Chong flipped through the notepad, "That rope cannot prove that Wang Chuning's mother and daughter are the murderers, but now at least one thing is clear - Wang Zhangbing's three children did have the idea of ​​killing him, and Wang Chuning almost took action .”

"Compared to Wang Nuoqiang's generation, Ji Can and Wang Songsong are much calmer." Liu Zhiqin said: "When Wang Songsong was accused by Wang Xiaoning as the murderer, he didn't react much, he just kept emphasizing that he had done nothing. And Ji Can has a kind of indifference that doesn't match her age."

"You think they are more problematic?"

"It's hard to say, it feels weird."

"I think that everyone in the private room has the same probability of committing the crime. They..."

Before Hua Chong finished speaking, he saw Li Xun running over from the other end of the corridor.

"It seems that something was found in the trace inspection." Liu Zhiqin said.

"Xu Kan found a very small amount of cotton fibers in the strangle marks on the neck of the deceased." Li Xun said: "After testing and comparison, this cotton fiber is exactly the same as the one on Wang Xiaoning's coat!"