Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 300 Justice
"Xiao Mian, don't you think this case happened a little too often?" In one night, three people died.

Coincidentally, both cases are accidental at first glance.

But if you dig deeper, it's always hard to feel at ease.

"Think?!" Jiang Yimian slightly raised her eyebrows, "Fourth brother, I feel that this kind of thing is from third-rate criminal investigation TV dramas, don't take it too seriously."

"Not necessarily..."

"Unless you can find solid evidence, don't go down a dead end yourself."

While packing up the investigation box, Jiang Yimian suddenly remembered something.

She remembered that it was recorded in the cases that Feng Dongshi showed her that 60.00% of the unsolved cases abroad were committed by doctors, people related to medicine or forensic doctors.

Especially forensics.

They don't even need to disguise the murder as an accident, even an aboveboard murder can hide all clues.

Roca's law: Where there is contact, there must be traces.

In front of forensic doctors, these words should be discounted to some extent.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her expression changed slightly.

On the way back, she kept checking her mobile phone, and there was a document in it. She asked Xi Tan to investigate the identity and background of the deceased, which was more detailed than what the police found.

She didn't dare to ask her fifth brother for help, fearing that that big mouth would accidentally say something wrong in front of her fourth brother.

The deceased this time was different from the previous two. He had no criminal record and was a clean businessman.

It's just that in his network, there are the first two deceased.

Jiang Yimian kept an eye out and asked Xi Tan to check his company by the way, and found that his company had long been unprofitable, and the books were in a mess.

This company seems to be used for money laundering.

After locking the phone with a "click", Jiang Yimian slowly closed her eyes, and raised her hand to touch the center of her eyebrows.

Sorry...

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't check it.

It's even more annoying after checking now.

Tell her fourth brother, this matter will never end, it will only get worse.

But if she didn't tell her fourth brother, she always felt that she was getting further and further away from her original path.

There was no decision in his heart for a moment, Jiang Yimian was completely out of his mind when he returned home.

Feng Beiting heard the sound of her opening the door and her deliberately light footsteps. When someone walked into the bathroom and heard the sound of water, he sat up on the bed and quietly leaned against the head of the bed to wait for her.

Jiang Yimian was taken aback when she came out, but it was only for a moment, she seemed to have guessed that he would not go to sleep first.

Lifting the quilt, Feng Beiting patted his crossed legs, "Come on."

Jiang Yimian went to bed and sat in his arms while wiping her hair, leaned back relaxedly, and sighed long.

Feng Beiting took the towel and helped her dry her hair, his movements were very light, and his voice was even softer than his movements, "Are you worried about Feng Dongshi?"

"how do you know?!"

She sat up straight suddenly, but was pushed back by Feng Beiting.

"Did he really do it?"

"Who else but him..."

Feng Beiting's voice was deep and pleasant, but Jiang Yimian had never felt so entangled and uneasy when he heard his words like now.

The man was indeed killed by Feng Dongshi.

She knew the truth, if she didn't tell fourth brother, she would feel uneasy, but if she told him, the world would definitely be in chaos.

Master, why don't you say it first, the child in Sister Liang Xi's womb alone may not be able to keep it.

"Those people are the ones who hurt sister Liang Xi, right?"

"Ah."

If they hadn't found their whereabouts before, Feng Dongshi would never have delayed until today.

His knuckle fingers ran through her hair, he stroked it lightly, and asked, "Do you want to tell Jiang Zhuo?"

Jiang Yimian put her arms around her knees, rested her chin lightly on her knees, and shook her head slightly.

"The justice I uphold in my heart is not based on the suffering of others." This may be the biggest difference between her and her fourth brother.

Jiang Zhuo is a very reasonable person.

Right and wrong are black and white, he can't be sloppy at all.

Kill for life.

No matter how big a crime the murdered person has committed, only the law can punish him. The saying "legal principle is nothing more than human feelings" does not work for Jiang Zhuo.

But Jiang Yimian was not.

Her liking to watch "Bloodthirsty Forensic" is the most powerful proof.

She once saw a sentence in another novel: There are always evils scattered in neglected corners, growing slowly, and once they are not cut off, they will disappoint the kind and upright people.

At that time, they will hope that there will be sanctioners who are beyond the law.

The justice she believed in since she was a child is so extreme.

"In Buenos Aires in 1871, violence was rampant, fish and dragons were mixed, crime was entrenched in dark neighborhoods, gangs were rampant and rotting the whole city, there was no justice of the law, there was only a contest of power and despicableness, some people used their own Standards and competencies punish many people who commit crimes but do not get justice.

Zorro, Robin Hood, Dexter Morgan, they're all like that. "

Fengdong was also such a person.

It's just that he stopped because of a girl named Liang Xi, and now, he picked up the butcher's knife again because of that girl.

"I don't think Feng Dongshi's actions represent justice. Similarly, I don't think exposing him represents justice." She was the only one who was entangled in concealing this matter.

The truth in exchange for peace of mind is not justice.

The sound of the towel rubbing wet hair gradually disappeared, and Feng Beiting lightly pressed her temples with his fingertips to help her relax, "When did you become so indecisive?

Mianmian of my family should not be straightforward and decisive, making a decision and not regretting it. "

"...I don't regret it now, I just can't help but chatter with you."

"Although I'm happy to listen to you, but if you keep talking, it will be dawn. I'll help you dry your hair and go to bed early."

"Uh-huh."

Covering her lips and yawning, Jiang Yimian's eyes flashed brightly.

After Feng Beiting finished drying her hair, her eyes were closed.

Hugging her under the quilt, Feng Beiting looked at the look of lethargy on her brows and felt distressed, thinking that he had to go to Feng Dong tomorrow for a "heart-to-heart talk".

Just one or two and a half people, how can they not be killed? They have to be let to die in City A, so that Mianmian in his house will be exhausted.

He was also busy with Wen Jiaxi's affairs, so he didn't hesitate to come here for a while, otherwise he would have stopped him long ago.

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The next morning, just after dawn, Jiang Yimian was woken up by the sound of the phone.

She struggled to get out of Feng Beiting's arms, and groped around the bed for a while but failed to reach the phone. Finally, Feng Beiting picked it up and handed it to her.

She picked it up with a hoarse voice, "Hello."

"There's another case."

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Yimian uttered a dirty word in a low voice, and sat up from the bed resignedly.

Feng Beiting also heard what was on the phone and got up with her.

When going to the bathroom to wash up, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but say to him, "What happened to Feng Dongshi, are you addicted to killing?"

Why is it not over yet...

"Go to the scene first, I'll go find him right away."

"……Um."

Jiang Yimian frowned, inexplicably feeling that this matter is not that simple.

Rushing to the scene, she found that Jiang Yi was not there, so she couldn't help asking Jiang Zhuo, "Why didn't you see Jiang Yi?"

As long as there is a case, the two of them have always been "inseparable".

"I have a cold, I went to the hospital to hang water."

"Didn't you be fine last night?"

"I developed a high fever after I went back. I couldn't bear it anymore and went to the hospital this morning. My good guy, I almost couldn't walk." Look at that sick person, who is a little weaker than a girl.

"Then go back later and drop by to see him."

As she said that, she raised the cordon and got in, carrying the box and walking towards another dead person step by step.

This time, without her needing to investigate in private, Jiang Zhuo found out that he was connected with the deceased in the previous two cases.

While investigating what they have in common, many previously overlooked details come to light.

Jiang Yimian felt that she might not be able to hide this matter.

When she returned to the police station, she accidentally saw Liang Qiu at the gate.

It was rare for him to lose his smile, his fleshy face was wrinkled together, looking very serious, Jiang Yimian frowned.

She got out of the car and walked up quickly, "Master, why are you here suddenly?"

"...I heard about these cases."

Hearing this, Jiang Yimian was startled.

Before she could say anything, Liang Qiu suddenly grabbed her hand and said solemnly, "Xiao Mian, I killed you."

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