Eight Fresh Soup

Chapter 7 The Body Under the Bed
The rest of the people were waiting for them in the living room. When they saw them going downstairs, they all raised their heads at the same time. Moran could see that everyone was nervous and trembling, but no one asked questions.

"She's dead." Liao Yongli announced with a pale face.

Zhao Yanshu burst into tears.

Moran walked to the phone and started dialing with trembling fingers.She felt that the most important thing right now was to call the police immediately, but to her surprise, Liao Yongli rushed over and cut off the 110 she had just connected.

"What are you doing?!" Liao Yongli asked.

"Call the police." Moran said.

Liao Yongli grabbed the phone and hung it up heavily.

"Liao Yongli, what do you want to do?" Moran stared at him, her behavior puzzled her.

"Wait a moment, please wait a moment." Liao Yongli begged in a exhausted voice.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you understand that a murder has occurred here? We have to hand it over to the police." Moran said as he picked up the phone again.His actions made her a little puzzled, and she thought he must have been scared out of his wits.

"I know you are right, but before calling the police, please give me some time to think about it, my mind is in a mess right now. Two minutes, two minutes is enough." Liao Yongli seemed to have aged 2 in an instant Years old, his handsome face was clouded with sadness.

"What are you thinking?!" Moran stared at his face, paused for a second, and said, "Could it be, do you know who did it?"

Liao Yongli remained silent, as if lost in thought.

"Liao Yongli!"

He still didn't answer.

"Are you..." Moran wanted to remind him that she was waiting for his reply.

"The murderer is among you." Liao Yongli interrupted her with a hoarse voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dai Rou reacted immediately.

"That's impossible!" Zhao Yanshu retorted loudly with tears in her voice.

"Why can't it be an outsider?" Jiang Rongxi asked unwillingly.

"There were no outsiders last night."

"You mean..." Dai Rou seemed to want to say something more, but finally stopped talking.

"This is a terrible murder! You will pay the price!" Liao Yongli said in a trembling voice, as if the murderer was right in front of him.But no one paid him any attention.

"Okay, call the police. Moran." Liao Yongli finally made up his mind.

Without hesitation, Moran immediately dialed 110.

"Hello, this is No. 18 Jinhe Road, Building 2 of Jinhe Villa. Someone has been killed here, please come quickly!"

After she put down the phone, she heard Jiang Rongxi say quietly: "We can't leave now."

Five minutes later, the police car roared in, and in a blink of an eye, all the people from the homicide department and laboratory department had arrived on the scene.In Moran's eyes, all of them looked serious and serious, just like the Gao Jing she knew.The police quickly sealed off the scene, put plastic shoe covers on their feet, and then began to get busy in the room.A young police officer was questioning Zhao Yanshu in the corner of the living room, while Moran and others were arranged to wait on the big sofa in the center of the living room.

"When I saw her yesterday, she was fine. We made a mask together and talked together. She was in a good mood. I didn't expect that she was killed suddenly and so cruelly..." Zhao Yanshu said with a sob Then, the young police officer frowned, obviously he didn't want to hear such nonsense.

"I'm asking you, when was the last time you saw her yesterday?" He had asked her this question for the third time.

"The last time? I, I can't remember, I just remember that she was very happy yesterday, she invited us to dinner, and then we made a mask, and then we went back to the room to sleep."

"What time did you go back to your room?"

"What time did I return to the room? Maybe it was 10 o'clock, maybe it was after 9 o'clock."

Because Zhao Yanshu couldn't be sure no matter what he said, the police officer frowned again, trying to keep himself patient.

"Then who found the body?"

"It's Aunt Chen, the nanny. We were having dinner, and she suddenly cried out...Actually, before she found her, we had already found her... her fingers." Zhao Yanshu said tremblingly.

"Why are you so sure it's her finger?"

"What?" The question was beyond her expectation, and she stared at him in bewilderment.

"I was asking why you were so sure it was her finger, and how did you recognize it?"

"I don't know... Actually I didn't, I thought... Actually, I didn't know... But it must be hers, or who else?" She muttered hesitantly.

The police officer raised his head, stared at her beautiful face, and asked, "That is to say, you guessed it."

"Yes." This time she answered quite simply.

Ten minutes later, when Gao Jing, chief of the homicide department, arrived at the scene, Moran was in a daze by the window. She didn't expect him to appear here. If she remembered correctly, the area he was in charge of was not here at all, so waited. After he inspected the scene, when he came to her, she immediately asked, "Why are you here?"

"Temporarily adjust the position." He answered briefly.

Gao Jing has always had the reputation of a tough detective in the homicide department.He is tall, dark-skinned, and always has a serious face. In the past 11 years since he entered the homicide department, he has solved countless strange and cruel murders.He has quick thinking, excellent marksmanship, and a pair of fierce and bright eyes. Many suspects caught by him were either defeated by his sharp gun or frightened by his eyes. His name is enough to scare those gangsters, so Gao Jing can be said to be well-known in the police circle.But Moran has never been afraid of him, because she has become the steward of his life since the first day they met.

In her opinion, no matter how serious and stern he is, once he leaves work, he becomes a simple and honest boy.She found that in many ways, he was a blank slate.For example, he never knew about shower gel, and the brand of soap he knew was always Lux soap issued by his unit. Since he never watched TV or listened to the news, he always mispronounced the names of state leaders. I don't know how much my monthly salary is.

Although his income is not high, but starting in 2001, he will give Moran a sum of money every quarter, let her buy clothes for the season.This greatly stimulated her desire to shop.So, she took this opportunity to gradually clear out the worn out clothes in his closet.For a while, she was keen to dress him up as the most handsome guy in the police force. Gao Jing has a well-proportioned figure and handsome appearance, so she felt that with a little modification, he could immediately look brand new.She not only bought him the most suitable clothes for him, but also took him to her favorite high-end hairdresser for a haircut. Every time he was tortured by a sissy hairstylist, her eyes lit up and she admired secretly, Gao Jing, Look how handsome I have made you.

It's a pity that these good years are gone forever. Since the divorce, Moran has never bought a piece of clothing for him, nor has she visited his house once. She has decided to completely remove him from her life Cleared out.

As soon as Gao Jing entered, he felt a light flash in front of his eyes.Why is she here?Although he knew that she and Liao Yongli and his wife were old acquaintances, he was somewhat surprised to meet her at the scene of the crime.

"Why are you here?" He couldn't help asking.

"Du Xiaomei invited us to dinner yesterday." Moran replied coldly, now she didn't want to see his face at all.

"Usually the husband is the number one suspect in this kind of thing." Gao Jing said that he felt a little sad because of her bad attitude.

"Don't forget, Liao Yongli was detained yesterday." Moran said in a low voice.

"I know that, I'm just saying it's usually the case."

"Who do you think may have done what happened last night?" He asked in a muffled voice.

"I think she committed suicide," Moran said.

"What?" He was so surprised that he almost cried out, but immediately lowered his voice and asked, "How can you see that?"

"A woman's intuition." She pretended to analyze seriously, "Yesterday, Du Xiaomei was actually not in a good mood. Although she was very excited to show off her life, it gave me the feeling that the more she showed off, the less The more false, she is actually very anxious and insecure. She is not happy, so she is very likely to commit suicide."

"A woman's intuition?" He repeated the words as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights.

"Yes. She may have chopped off her finger and thrown it into the soup, and then reluctantly went back upstairs to commit suicide. Although it hurts, but thinking that she will die soon, it doesn't matter."

He couldn't take it anymore, he knew she was messing around.

"If a woman's intuition really worked that well, you wouldn't be alone now." He couldn't help stabbing her mercilessly, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it, and he immediately observed her expression, and immediately realized that he had made a mistake again .

His words really made her flush with anger, but she tried to keep herself calm.

"That's because I believed in the so-called friends, so I stumbled. However, losing a husband and seeing two men clearly is not a gain." She looked at him hostilely and said.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You know, I really hope that it's not Du Xiaomei who was carried out just now, but your sister Gao Jie." She said viciously.

"I've already said I'm sorry." He decided to end the argument as soon as possible, so he changed the subject and said, "I heard that your relationship with the husband of the deceased is extraordinary."

"We're friends," Moran said blankly, looking at him in surprise, wondering if his head had just been robbed.

"What kind of friend?" he asked again.

"We used to dine together, and I once bragged about his restaurant in the paper. Come on, don't put on airs, you know what we're about. If you're not retarded, you should remember that I introduced you to him, if it wasn't He helps, you can't solve the murder at the steak restaurant. Besides, the three of us met in the corridor of the police station the day before yesterday." Moran gave Gao Jing an annoyed look, she hated his bureaucratic talk the most Way.

"So Du Xiaomei knows about your relationship with her husband?" He asked calmly.

This stopped Moran at once.

"I don't know," she said.

"You do not know?"

"I don't know if she knows that our relationship is so good. She didn't show anything yesterday, so I think even if she knew, she must think that this relationship is normal and there is nothing to make a fuss about." Moran grumbled Say.

"That is to say, if her husband and nanny were really absent last night, there are only the four of you here except the victim. So the murderer should be one of the four of you." He analyzed calmly.

Moran didn't speak.

She didn't want to believe this inference at all.one of them?She didn't even want to think about it.

"Maybe an outsider did it." She didn't have much confidence.

"impossible."

"Why are you so sure?"

"We checked, and there is no sign of intrusion by outsiders. And the nanny said that the jewelry drawer is still locked, and the window of the deceased's room is also tightly closed."

"It's not necessarily for outsiders to invade to steal things." She muttered.

"Strangers break in to steal, rob and rape. But the deceased was not sexually assaulted, and I don't think the deceased is the type of person who would give his life to protect a diamond ring. Besides, if the murderer did it for money He would not be willing to throw his finger with a beautiful diamond ring into the soup, he would take the ring back with his finger and try to separate them."

"If it's a professional killer..."

Her imagination was really rich, and his eyes clearly expressed this meaning.

"If it was a professional killer, he wouldn't waste his time chopping off her fingers," he continued immediately.

"So you're saying..."

"One of you killed her, there's no doubt about it." There was no doubt in his tone.

"But none of us will kill her."

"There's no need to argue about this, we'll just see the result." He glanced at her, and his tone softened again, "Mo Lan, tell me the story of Ba Xian Tang when you have time, we found it in her drawer The three altered invitations only have the words Ba Xian Tang on them without any changes."

"It turns out that she made a draft before writing the invitation." Moran couldn't help laughing, thinking that it seemed that Du Xiaomei's invitation to them was indeed not pure.

"You don't need to listen to my story, you can go to Jonah's and check the files from eight years ago to know all the details. The key word is Zhang Suping." Moran said.

(End of this chapter)