Celestial Ghost Master

In the small interrogation room, there was a square table in the middle, a trash can and a small green potted plant in the corner.

There are no windows around, and the only entrance is the door behind Yin Sheng.

He pulled out the chair and sat down. The central air conditioner was buzzing overhead, and the room was much warmer. Yin Sheng rubbed his frozen fingers and looked up at the person across the table.

Compared with Zhang Ling, Mao Min's appearance can be said to be very different, but if you put it in the crowd of ordinary people, you can catch a lot of them.

She has medium-length hair loose, and the end of her hair is slightly curled because it is often tied up. Her hair is dyed into a light brown that many people like to dye now, and it is a little whiter to match her skin tone.

She was sitting in a chair, pinching her fingertips unconsciously because her mobile phone was confiscated when she entered the interrogation room.

"How is this going?"

Mao Min frowned slightly, tried his best to control his emotions and looked at Yin Sheng, "Why did you bring me and elder brother here?"

"We just have something to ask..."

Yin Sheng propped his elbows on the table with a lazy expression, but before he finished speaking, Mao Min screamed, "You are not a policeman! You can't interrogate me!"

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Just chatting, just chatting."

Mao Min looked at him distrustfully, "You and that Situ don't have good intentions, right? Want to talk?"

Yin Sheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Yin Sheng's smile was very light, the corners of his mouth were slightly grinned, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly narrowed, not too exaggerated, nor invisible. He was in a just right position, making people feel that he was I am really happy, and I feel that this kind of smile makes people who watch it feel very comfortable.

"What are you talking about? Don't you care about the case? I'm just chatting with you about the case."

Yin Sheng said casually, "I want to talk to you about Zhang Ling."

Mao Min's face turned pale, her fingers trembled a little, she couldn't control it, she simply put it under the table and held it tightly.

"Zhang... Miss Zhang... What's the matter with Miss Zhang?"

"Tell me about anything." Yin Cheng tapped his finger on the edge of the table, "You know, her death is a bit strange. It seems to have something to do with Mao Dasheng's death, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with it. It's quite weird."

Mao Min opened his mouth, and said in deliberation, "You said before...Second Brother, look...see..."

"I saw it too." Yin Sheng blinked, approached the table, raised his hand to support his chin, and stared at Mao Min, "I heard from Mao Xin that Zhang Ling has a good relationship with you? Didn't she come to see you?"

Yin Sheng purposely kept his words ambiguous and lowered his voice, so that in this small space, it was more gloomy than ever.

Mao Min's back felt cold, as if there was something standing behind her, she tried her best to stabilize her expression, opened her eyes wide and said, "Why, why did you come to me, she and I... can't say how good we are relation……"

"Aren't you good sisters?" Yin Sheng said nonsense, "Mao Xin said that Zhang Ling often matches your sister, and you are also very close to this future second sister-in-law."

"It's...not bad..." Zhang Ling lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, she was quiet for a while, and said slowly, "Second brother, I may not really marry her. .”

"That's true." Yin Sheng said indifferently, "Rich people are like this, eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot, right?"

Mao Min pursed her lips, but did not answer.

"Actually, I asked about Zhang Ling's soul." Yin Sheng continued to talk nonsense, "She said she wanted to tell you something, but you can't tell me, or I'll call her here? Just be a favor, after all, you are looking for this case first. I."

Mao Min shook his shoulders, as if he had heard something horrifying, he shook his head in panic, "No, no, no need!"

After finishing speaking, she felt that her mood fluctuated too much, so she hurriedly explained, "Maybe she has already crossed...uh...Naihe Bridge?"

"Calling...it's not good to call back..."

Yin Sheng couldn't help laughing, "She can't leave now, and she won't be able to leave until she finds a scapegoat."

Mao Min was taken aback, "For... for the dead ghost?"

"Yes." Yin Sheng pointed at the table with his finger, "She was killed by a scapegoat, so she is also a scapegoat. There is no next replacement, and she will never be reincarnated."

Mao Min was stunned, apparently he didn't know much about these things, and looked at him half-believingly.

Yin Sheng muttered to himself, "Everything in this world is fair. If you harm others, you will also receive retribution. The price of human life cannot be exchanged for anything. One life for one life is the real fairness... ..."

Mao Min made a swallowing movement, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. After hesitating for a while, she asked cautiously, "Sister Zhang... Will Sister Zhang go to the murderer to ask for her life?"

"I can't say for sure." Yin Sheng jumped over the popularization of the knowledge of earth-bound spirits, and said irresponsibly when his upper lip touched his lower lip, "Actually, I can follow Zhang Ling's soul, so that I can find the answer, but Even if we find it, there is no evidence to catch the murderer... The same is true for Mao Dasheng, but if Zhang Ling gets revenge, life for life is not in vain."

Mao Min couldn't calm down at this time, his legs were shaking involuntarily, he wanted to stand up from the chair a few times, it was better to escape than to listen to Yin Sheng say these words here, but his knees were weak, why? Can't stand up either.

Yin Sheng didn't seem to notice Mao Min's abnormality, so he went to the other side of the table and poured a glass of boiling water, brought it over, put it gently on the table, and said with a smile, "Are you right?"

……

Situ had a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it, so he threw a cigarette to Mao Yang casually.

"This is not an interrogation, it's just a chat. Don't be so nervous, Mr. Mao, just sit and talk."

Mao Yang took the cigarette and smiled, and sat in the chair. He didn't smoke, but held it in his hand, and looked at Situ, "Captain Situ, did you come here to chat with us, brothers and sisters?"

"Sometimes chatting is also the way to solve a case." Situ said carelessly, "Maybe we can find some important clues if we chat for a while longer?"

"Captain Situ certainly knows this better than me..." Mao Yang nodded, the heating in the room made him feel a little hot, so he took off his coat and put it on the table.

"Did Mao Xin contact you today?" Situ asked casually beckoning Wang Xiaoer to bring two glasses of white water.

"No, I was looking for him early in the morning." Mao Yang shook his head, "I thought he went somewhere to relax, and no one answered the phone."

"He went to the funeral home with us in the morning." Situ was expressionless, leaning back in the chair arrogantly crossing Erlang's legs. "Then there was an accident. I heard from him that he saw Zhang Ling's ghost."

Mao Yang had heard Yin Sheng talk about this before, so he just nodded without answering.

"Do you think he is blind?" Situ asked.

"I think he had hallucinations." Mao Yang smiled and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "You must know that Zhang Ling's death hit him hard."

"This is weird." Situ shook his head, like a child with ADHD, "Why is Mao Dasheng not as good as the death of a lover? You and Mao Xin are very calm in the company."

"It can't be helped." Mao Yang frowned, with deep pain in his voice, "After my father got old, many of the decisions he made failed, which affected the company's future. As a result, many companies have raised funds to take up shares. The three of us The shares held by the brothers and sisters have been divided a lot..."

"This point is similar to what Mao Xin said." Situ nodded.

Mao Yang raised his eyes vigilantly, "Mao Xin chatted with you?"

Situ looked at his expression calmly, and said slowly, "I just said it while chatting."

Mao Yang pondered for a while, and he was no longer as agile as before, as if he was considering a trap, "If the other shareholders join forces, the company founded by my father will be taken away. At this time, Mao Xin and I have only Concealing the news of my father's death..."

"But the news still leaked out." Situ interrupted.

"Yes." Mao Yang also frowned, "Some insiders must have known about it and leaked the secret...To be honest, the company is in an extremely bad environment recently, and I don't have the mood to come...continue to ask you questions about this case. "

Situ gave a "hmm" to express his understanding.

He tapped his finger on the edge of the table, as if thinking of something, he suddenly asked, "Do you not doubt Mao Dasheng's death?"

"Father died of natural causes." Mao Yang shook his head. "Don't listen to Mao Min. She and her father have always had a bad relationship. It's strange to come to seek justice for him at this time."

"Have you read the list given by the hospital?" Situ took a sip of the water in the cup, the water temperature was just right, "Heart disease...but your family has no history of heart disease."

"Father... um..." Mao Yang thought for a while, "His physical condition was actually not very good, you can ask our family doctor, because the company is socializing...his high blood pressure and cholesterol are very high .”

Of course, Situ was not so stupid that he would really go to a family doctor. Since Mao Yang had the confidence to propose it, it meant that he was not afraid of the examination. Maybe the fake physical examination had already been prepared.

He saw that Mao Yang was impeccable in his speech, he defended when he couldn't reach the gap, and attacked when there was a gap.

Situ was a little depressed, and finally lit the cigarette that had not been lit, and the choking smell of smoke immediately came out of the room without vents.

Mao Yang coughed a few times, and sat motionless in the chair, calm and composed, with a smile on his face all the time.

Situ squinted at him, shaking his ankles on his knees like a ruffian...

hum- hum-

Situ's phone on the table lit up.

Mao Yang glanced at the screen, and it showed that the name was Hu Ye. He looked away, not noticing the flash of malice in Situ's eyes.

He turned on the speaker, smoked a cigarette and asked, "What's the matter, say."

Hu Ye and Situ have cooperated for many years, and they have already established a full tacit understanding, and they don't talk nonsense. They just said, "Boss, Mao Xin recruited, saying that he has evidence of Mao Yang's murder. Mao Dasheng was murdered by Mao Yang , Mao Yang also wants to let Mao Min take the blame."

Mao Yang's face turned pale, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Situ, he saw that the other party was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Did you record everything Mao Xin said?"

"Recorded."

"Very well, bring him to the police station."

"The evidence he said..."

"You send a group of people to get the evidence he said, and you personally escort him back." Situ ordered and hung up the phone. Outside the door, Yin Sheng knocked on the door and came in. He looked up and saw Mao Yang's uncertain face, and then His eyes fell on the face of Situ who turned his head.

"Mao Min was so frightened by Zhang Ling, she said everything she should have said."

As if confirming his words, two policemen next door supported Mao Min out of the interrogation room, and Mao Min's shrill screams were still echoing in the corridor.

"Go away! Don't follow me! You bastard! You bastard! You were the one who apologized to me first! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong!"

Situ raised the corners of his mouth, crossed his arms to look at Mao Yang, and sneered, "It's really hard for an upright official to break up housework... What do you mean, Mr. Mao?"

Mao Yang's face was already ashen at the moment, he silently looked at Yin Sheng from under his glasses, and stopped chewing.