Murder scene bans sugar

A group of four sat in the villa of the Lin family. The middle-aged man who opened the door for them invited them in and went upstairs to call the current owner of the villa.

Less than half a year after the time recorded in Yang Xue's diary, the Lin family couple passed away suddenly, which surprised Shen Rui and the others.

The four looked at each other, footsteps were heard from upstairs, and a man came down from upstairs.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a woolen sweater, a pair of slacks, paired with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and a meticulously combed hairstyle. At first glance, he looked like an elite in the business circle.

According to the middle-aged man who opened the door for them, the villa is now owned by Mr. Xiao Lin.

He is the son of the Lin couple, Lin Ruhui.

The Lin family has a winery in France, which was run by Mr. Lin in the past, but Mr. Lin delegated power to Ruhui Lin five years ago.The business layout is in the hands of Lin Ruhui, expanding from one winery to two, with a larger business model and scope.

There are also many well-known wine merchants in China cooperating with the Lin family, and they are truly the second generation of rich circle elites.

Seeing Lin Ruhui approaching, Shen Rui and Zhou Yuan stood up first, and nodded politely towards him.

"Is that the police officer? Hello." Lin Ruhui stretched out his hand and shook hands with Zhou Yuan and the others one by one. After sitting down opposite them, he motioned for the housekeeper to make tea for them, and asked, "I heard from the housekeeper that you are here to find my parents. It's a pity that my parents went there half a year ago, I don't know why the police officers are looking for them?"

The voice is neither loud nor low, but full of confidence and control, which is probably the conversation habit of people who have experienced shopping malls.

Shen Rui said: "I'm sorry for the sudden visit. Could you take the liberty to ask Mr. Lin why your parents died?"

"Fall down, heart attack." Lin Ruhui lowered his eyes, sighed and said, "My father drank some wine and fell down the stairs while sleeping in a daze, and my mother was dizzy from blood. The disease occurred, and the rescue failed."

One falls, one has a heart attack?

Is misfortune never comes singly, or is it too much of a coincidence?

"Mr. Lin, to be honest, we came here this time to inquire about your father's extramarital affairs..."

Thinking that Lin Ruhui is a smart person, Shen Rui doesn't intend to beat around the bush and waste each other's time, he intends to address the problem directly.

But before he finished speaking, Lin Ruhui suddenly interrupted him.

Lin Ruhui's face darkened instantly: "Sorry, my father can't have a mistress."

"Your parents often go to a coffee shop to find a girl named Yang Xue. We found a diary from that girl's house with a relationship with your father. We..." Lin Ruhui's interruption did not stop Shen Rui from asking questions. , Instead, he said it out in one go.

But Lin Ruhui seemed determined, he refused to admit that his father had a mistress.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes were covered with frost, his expression was a little displeased, and he never thought of pretending to show it openly. Father will have nothing to do with them."

After a pause, he said with an extremely certain tone: "My father will only have my mother as a woman in his life, and he will be the only woman in his life."

The last sentence was so strong that Shen Rui and the others couldn't help frowning.

After a moment of silence, Shen Rui felt that the conversation could not continue, and turned to look at Zhou Yuan, wanting to hear his opinion.

But Zhou Yuan kept his head down and was fiddling with the phone without any response.

The atmosphere fell into a state of depression and embarrassment. Just as Shen Rui was racking his brains to think of how to break the current deadlock, Lin Ruhui's cell phone rang. He glanced at the contacts and answered the phone in front of them: "Wait for me, come right away."

Hanging up the phone, looking at Shen Rui and his party with raised eyebrows, Lin Ruhui's displeasure overflowed from his heart, it seemed that the conversation just touched his scales, and he was unwilling to put on a friendly face anymore, he said: "Officer, I still have a conference call to be held later. I wonder if you have anything else to do? If you still ask about my father, I am sorry. I don't have time to listen to gossip. I'm sorry, I don't know about gossip..."

Putting the phone away, Zhou Yuan suddenly stood up, nodded to Lin Ruhui who hadn't finished speaking, and said to Shen Rui: "Go back to the bureau, I just found out that Yang Xue wrote a letter to Mr. Father, we will know what we said when we go back and have a look."

After the words fell, Zhou Yuan took the lead to walk outside the door.

Xu Xiaoge and Wei Rong, who hadn't found a chance to speak, looked at Shen Rui at the same time, but found that Shen Rui was as confused as himself, obviously wondering in his heart, when did Yang Xue write a letter to Lin Ruhui's father?

When was it sent to the bureau again?

Suppressing his doubts, Shen Rui also stood up and followed Zhou Yuan out.

But Lin Ruhui, who was chasing away the passengers, couldn't sit still because of Zhou Yuan's words, stood up and wanted to rush out to ask for a letter, but in the end reason overcame the impulse, and quietly watched Zhou Yuan and the others leave.

After leaving the door, Wei Rong finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked Zhou Yuan: "Captain Zhou, did Yang Xue write a letter to Lin Ruhui's father?"

"...I made it up." Zhou Yuan said softly, "Didn't you see that Lin Ruhui wanted to drive away the guests?"

"Oh, I thought there was some great discovery." Wei Rong sighed and said regretfully.

Glancing at her, Zhou Yuan said, "Although it's a nonsense, I don't deny that there are no other major discoveries during this visit."

Wei Rong's eyes widened, "What is it?"

"Lin Ruhui knew Yang Xue. When he heard the name Yang Xue, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. At the same time, he began to lean back, which was a way of wanting to stay away from us. The body's stress response."

Zhou Yuan said casually: "Besides, although Yang Xue didn't write a letter, the content in her diary has written a group."

"Group?" Wei Rong asked suspiciously.

Nodding his head, Zhou Yuan said, "Yes, a group for chatting and contacting, and Yang Xue is a member of it."

"and then?"

Zhou Yuan was silent for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the dead in the flower troughs in the abandoned factory are all members of the group."