in the dark

As Huayao's large-scale oil-paper umbrella production base, Qingqifang includes many departments, and there are many workshops under the department.Umbrella frame production workshops, umbrella paper production workshops, painting workshops, etc. are included.

At this moment, all the employees in Qingqifang were busy, and their hands kept moving.It is strange to say that the boss is dead as if he is not dead.

Standing in the open space outside Qingqi Square, Wang Dong frowned, and asked the criminal police standing aside: "Did you call Mr. Song?"

"Slapped." The detective replied, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Wang Dui, don't you think that woman is a little strange?"

Wang Dong pondered for a while, "Not only that woman is weird, but the whole Qingqifang is also weird. Let's talk when we go back. Wait for Mr. Song to come over first."

The woman they are talking about is Tao Ling, a well-known strong woman in the local area, not bad in appearance, delicate like a southern woman, but not very gentle in her actions, she belongs to the clean, sophisticated and tactful type. species, very capable.For many years, he has been helping the deceased Li Changgu to take care of the big and small affairs of Qingqifang, and he is regarded as the second in command of Qingqifang.

According to Wang Dong's previous secret visits, Li Changgu and Tao Ling were lovers before his death.Of course, Tao Ling is not the only lover he is.In the eyes of the local people, Li Changgu is a person who does not do his duty. He likes to find some pretty women in his workshop because of his wealth and power. Nowadays, people love money, and they will get some material things halfway. Compensation can be sent.

Wang Dong had brought people to Qingqifang several times before, and it was Tao Ling who received them.Wang Dong still remembers Tao Ling's expression of Li Changgu's death was very flat when he came here for the first time. It doesn't matter the same.

But now, several days have passed since the incident, and the bright lights in the workshop can be seen from the outside of Qingqifang. It is obvious that the workers are still working as usual.On the day of the incident, Qingqifang was still operating as usual. It can be understood that the work still needs to be continued. After all, hundreds of mouths cannot be left without food, but the lights are still bright after these days, and it can still be done when the boss is dead and has no funds. Isn't it questionable that the status quo has been maintained for so long?

If the owner of a workshop dies unexpectedly, it is reasonable to say that the workshop will either close down or be closed for a period of time. In addition, this happened to Li Changgu. Judging from his father, mother and childless situation, the workshop should be closed. Bankruptcy is, and the current situation can be said to be very different from reasonable speculation.

Wang Dong thought for a long time in his heart.Thinking about it this way, the reason is likely to be that the actual manager of the workshop is not Li Changgu at all. Whether it is the distribution of funds or the entry and exit of goods, it is managed by another person. Then, based on the previous visits, the most likely answer is only One - Tao Ling.

So, is it possible that Tao Ling is related to the murder case? Now it seems that she is a character who cannot tell what is wrong but must have problems.

"Mr. Song! Here!" The criminal policeman waved his hand, and Song Nan'an and Song Chan walked over.

Song Nan'an stood still: "Have you guys gone in yet?"

Wang Dong: "I've been there a few times before, but I haven't entered today." He also felt strange when he saw the bright lights at the gate of Qingqifang, so he immediately ordered his assistant to call Song Nan'an to come over.

"I've read the transcripts of the previous visits to Qingqifang." Song Nan'an nodded, "Let's go in first."

"it is good."

Wang Dong and his subordinates all wore police uniforms, so they could not visit in private at any time like Song Nan'an.

There is a big difference between wearing casual clothes and wearing police uniforms. We must know that people always prefer to talk serious things to serious people, and they will naturally only say what they should say when they meet the police.But we also need to understand that in many cases, the key information of the case is not hidden in the serious interview. It may come from a joke of the interrogated, or from a romantic anecdote that can not be mentioned by the victim.

Song Nanan led Song Chan, Wang Dong brought a criminal policeman, and the four walked into Qingqi Fang together.

"Officer Wang."

Just as the four of them walked in, a middle-aged woman who was well maintained and still had a charm came over to greet her.She is Tao Ling.

"I heard from the staff that you have been standing outside for a long time, and I was wondering why you didn't come in. No, you're here." Tao Ling smiled, "Is there anything else you need our help with? You can go to my office first. The office said."

The five walked towards the office.

Tao Ling's office is not too big, but it is well decorated, with red lacquered wood desks and bookcases, a leather sofa for receiving guests, and many exquisite calligraphy and paintings on the walls.But it can be clearly felt that the layout of the office is a bit strange. The overall shape is "7", with one window and two doors. One door can lead to the outside workshop workshop, which is open at the moment; with.

At this time, Song Chan was standing behind Song Nan'an, beside the closed door.

"There are still some things I haven't figured out," Wang Dong's thick voice came, and I saw him sitting on the sofa, smiling and saying in an official tone: "I'm really sorry to bother you so many times."

"It's okay." Tao Ling concentrated her mind, showing unbearable and sadness, "I never thought that such things would happen to Boss Li. As subordinates, we will definitely cooperate with all our strength, and I hope you can solve the case as soon as possible."

"We're here this time to ask you something, and I hope you can answer truthfully," Wang Dong explained, half hiding the other half, "Don't be disgusted, as your relationship with the deceased is naturally on our side." The key object of interrogation."

Tao Ling's face was gentle; "I won't."

Wang Dong winked at Song Nan'an, and said to Tao Ling, "This is also someone from our bureau."

Song Nan'an knew what Wang Dong suspected, and also knew what clues were missing in the case.

He walked forward and nodded slightly to Tao Ling, while Song Chan on the side turned on the recording as usual.

“2018年12月7日晚5点至7点间你在做什么？”

Tao Ling calmly replied, "Have dinner with my daughter."

"When was the last time you saw the dead?"

"The last time...was the morning when the incident happened...I saw him at Erxiangkou. He seemed to be chatting with someone. It was also that morning that he came to inspect the workshop for a while."

"Did you see who was chatting with the deceased?"

"I didn't notice, but it should be... a male, I saw that he seemed to be wearing a leather jacket."

"Qingqifang is an asset under your name?"

"It doesn't count, we manage it in a joint venture."

"you……"

The atmosphere was serious. Originally, several pairs of eyes were focused on Tao Ling's body. From somewhere, there was a screeching sound when the radio signal was unstable. It was very loud and piercing.

Song Chan was the first to react. Because of his position, he could hear the voice clearly from the door behind him.

Reflexively, he kicked the door, but the door was not locked, it was just covered.

There was a bang when the door hit the wall.

It is conceivable that Song Chan's kick is not small.

Yes, he is worthy of being a bastard who learns Sanda, always rough and simple.

Everyone was startled by the sound of "thrilling, stabbing" first, and then shocked by the sound of the door hitting the wall, and several pairs of eyes stared at Song Chan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm used to being lazy!" Song Chan smiled slightly, scratched his head and apologized, and said that he raised his hand and knocked on his leg, pretending to be angry: "Why are you so disobedient!" Even so As he spoke, his eyes still glanced towards the door.

A girl was sitting inside, debugging something.

Song Chan only took a cursory glance. It was a lounge with a bed, a desk and chairs, and it was very large.The most conspicuous thing is that the walls are not ordinary white, but are covered with paintings, and the five walls are all red plums.

Tao Ling stood up immediately, and apologized eagerly: "My fault, I didn't inform you in advance, my daughter is inside."

"Are you scared?" Tao Ling asked shyly, and walked into the room, "Fuzi, what are you doing?" in a reproachful tone.

Song Nan'an watched coldly.

"It's all right." Wang Dong smoothed things over with a smile: "How old is your daughter?"

Tao Ling said gently: "I just turned 17 two months ago, and I have a very naughty temper."

Song Chan folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the wall, and interjected, "Your daughter likes to draw, right? There are plum blossoms on the walls here, not to mention, they're pretty pretty."

When it comes to children, women always have a lot to say: "She likes everything, painting, opera, reading, and most of the books I read here are her favorites." She also likes to fix things, I guess she was cleaning up her radio just now!"

Wang Dong praised: "The little girl is young, she is pretty good!"

Tao Ling smiled and called Tao Fuzi out, "Fuzi, come out and say hello to your uncles."

Tao Fuzi responded, and came to the outside room, "Hello, Uncle."

The girl standing in front of her was the same as her mother, with fair skin, a slender figure, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle smile.

"Tao Fuzi, right? Hello!" Song Chan was the most enthusiastic, smiling with bright white teeth.

"Hello." The little girl was a little skeptical, and stopped talking after saying hello.

"Mom, I'm going in." She informed Tao Ling and walked into the room again.

After all this commotion, the original serious atmosphere was completely destroyed. Song Chan handed the phone that was still recording to Song Nan'an, and followed Tao Fuzi into the room.

Song Nan'an frowned, watching Song Chan follow Tao Fuzi into the back room.But if he was not happy, he couldn't say anything, and he hadn't finished asking the questions he should have asked, so he had to turn his head and throw himself into the cross-examination of Tao Ling.

Walking into the room, Song Chan gently closed the door, fearing that the noise would disturb the people outside doing business.

"Hey! Little girl!" He raised his eyebrows and shouted, looking foolish.

"Are you much older than me?" Tao Fuzi turned his head and glanced at him.

"What? Don't like people calling you that? Isn't it good to call you young?" Song Chan said while looking around.

There are a lot of paints for painting piled up in the corner, and there are many books in the bookcase.

"Chinese opera... machine-made, yo, it's really what your mother said, you really like listening to opera and repairing the radio?" Song Chan looked at the books on the bookcase, pouted, pretending to be puzzled and asked: " Don't girls nowadays like chasing stars or something? You don't like it?"

"I don't like it." Tao Fuzi sat back at the desk.

A look of neither enthusiasm nor indifference, answering any question, and not taking the initiative to chat without asking.

Song Chan: "Then your mother said you love painting, why didn't you see a book teaching painting on the bookcase?"

Tao Fuzi flipped through a book on the table: "My mother can draw, she taught me, it's better than reading."

"Oh." Song Chan nodded.

The plum blossoms on the wall are really eye-catching, Song Chan couldn't help but want to take a closer look when he asked, and wanted to reach out to touch them when he thought so.

"Don't touch it!" Tao Fuzi said suddenly.The girl's voice was sharp, like a needle, piercing the eardrum with pain.

Song Chan trembled in fright, and immediately withdrew his hand, "If you don't touch it, don't touch it, why are you scaring me with your loud voice?"

Tao Fuzi knew he had lost his composure, so he softened his voice: "I have been drawing these for a long time, so don't touch them."

"alright."

With that said, there was a symbolic knock on the door, it was Song Nan'an.

"Song Chan, let's go."

"Okay, come right away." Song Chan replied, saying goodbye to Tao Fuzi: "Little girl, I'm leaving."

Tao Fuzi remained silent, turned his back to him and continued to read the book in his hand.

"Tch, no energy." Song Chan whistled, opened the door and left.

-

It was getting late, Wang Dong led his assistant back to the police station.

On the way back to the hotel, Song Chan was talking non-stop beside Song Nan'an about where to go for dinner.

"How about the south bank of the Song Dynasty, how do we go to eat osmanthus cakes? I heard that Hua Yao's pastry is very good." As soon as I finished speaking, I shook my head and denied it: "No, no, I can't eat the pastry for dinner."

He put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and followed Song Nan'an in thought: "Then what should I eat? Rice? Noodles? They don't seem to taste very good."

"Hey, what would you like to eat?"

"What did you say to Tao Fuzi in the room?" Song Nan'an said suddenly.

Song Chan didn't understand, so: "I didn't say anything, I just chatted casually." He really didn't say anything, it was purely because he forced to find a topic to chat with someone, but because of the other party's indifference, he couldn't chat.

Song Nan'an looked at him indifferently.

"You don't think I'm asking for clues for you, do you?" Song Chan leaned closer to Song Nan'an and said, "I want to help you too, but obviously I'm not capable enough. If you don't say something good or bad, it's your business." What should I do? Don't you think so?"

Song Nan'an said in a deep voice, "Follow me from now on, don't behave too casually."

"Huh?" A certain Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

"The influence is not good." Song Nan'an explained out loud.

Bad influence?

Which aspect is bad?Does it mean that he acted too casually as an assistant to a criminal psychology profiling expert, or...as a male, it is not good to enter women's rooms at will?

"All right, all right, I will never go west if you point east." Song Chan said, he hoped it was... the latter.

"En." Song Nan'an nodded.

"Where are we going?" Song Chan suddenly realized that this path seems wrong, not the way to the hotel.

"Don't you want to eat cakes?" Song Nan'an looked at him sideways.

"I haven't decided yet!" He widened his eyes: "How do you know there are pastries to buy on this road?"

"Didn't you come here?"

"Why don't I remember that I've been here?" Song Chan looked around blindly.So, it's okay if IQ is inferior, but he can't even remember the road?

OK, it doesn't matter.