Chapter 142

Chen Pu said, "Let me add a few more details: The police have never released the inside story of Liu Huaixin's case, including the suicide note. The outside world probably only knows that it was suicide. Only the murderer knows the specific method of death. Therefore, the two cases must have been committed by the same person. Just like you said, the suicide notes are extremely similar in style, and the method of cutting the wrists is too special to be a coincidence. Let's go back and see what Xiang Siling has to say."

"Ah."

There was still an hour's drive back to the police station, so Chen Pu said, "If you're tired, take a nap."

"I'm not tired, but I can't sleep either."

"That won't work. In our line of work, you have to develop a habit of sleeping as soon as you can. Your body is your own. There were several times when I fell asleep while standing."

Li Qingyao leaned back in the chair, her whole body slumped, and she had no posture to sit. But she didn't care at all, closed her eyes, and said slowly: "No, I want to accompany you."

Chen Pu looked at her, showing a rare lazy look, but the key point was that she was so lazy that her curves were so soft and exquisite. His heart was itching, and he smiled and said, "What are you comparing with me? I am a man, I am strong."

Li Qingyao didn't even open his eyes: "You are being too chauvinistic. Reflect on yourself."

Chen Pu was really reluctant to let her compete with him in everything, but in his heart, he really liked this feeling of, what was it called, yes, flying together with wings.

Before she, he had thought about how he would treat his girlfriend in the future. However, he never thought that he would find a criminal policeman. At that time, he thought about finding someone with a stable and leisurely job to complement each other. He was busy with work, and she contributed a lot to the family. As long as he could accompany her, he would definitely serve her wholeheartedly, do his best in everything, do all the dirty and tiring work himself, and not let her suffer at all. In addition, he would hand over most of his private money, so that he would be considered a man with a correct attitude.

But now, he found a colleague who was even more stubborn and tougher than him. He didn't even know how to feel pain even if he wanted to.

It's only been three days since I got better, and it seems a bit stupid to hand over my bank card.

Chen Pu could only reach out one hand, touch her hair, and pinch her face. If possible, he really wanted to hold her for several days without letting go. Anyway, she didn't dislike him now. On the contrary, Chen Pu felt that she was actually quite considerate to her boyfriend. Anyway, she treated him much better than before. But how could they, a newly-minted couple, have Pacific Time to talk about love? All he could do and what he could get was this occasional touch and gaze in the dark.

He thought that even if it was an underground activity, he would at least get a pot of wine every day after get off work. In the end, he was given two drops of water.

Chen Pu sighed deeply in his heart. Very good, you have to be patient before it gets better, and you still have to be patient after it gets better.

He casually turned on the car stereo, and as soon as the melody of the first song sounded, the two of them immediately knew what song it was.

"Angel".

One of the songs in Li Jincheng’s mobile playlist before he disappeared.

After playing a few lines, Chen Pu pressed the song change button. Li Qingyao remained silent.

Chen Pu looked at her suddenly cold expression, held her hand, squeezed it, and said, "Don't think too much, don't panic, let's investigate step by step."

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Ding Guoqiang asked Chen Pu and the captain of a team to interrogate Xiang Siling.

Xiang Siling seemed to be much calmer than when he was on the mountain, but he still looked depressed.

Qian Sitian woke up as soon as she arrived at the police station. The detectives originally wanted to try to talk to the 3-year-old child, but Xiang Siling's lawyer and nanny arrived at the same time and took the child away without saying a word, without letting the detectives ask a single question.

"When did you arrive at Heili Peak?" Chen Pu asked.

"About... around 10: in the morning, when I entered the scenic area, I checked the time."

"Why did you meet Qian Chengfeng here today?"

Xiang Siling smiled weakly: "He said this place is nice and wanted to bring Tiantian here to spend some parent-child time. Although we are both divorced, we are both busy with work and feel indebted to our child. Since he is so interested, I have no reason to refuse. I just didn't expect..."

"What did you see when you got to that hillside?"

Xiang Siling's eyes were stunned for a moment.

She remembered that she had parked the car on the slope this morning. There was still some wind on the slope. She held Tiantian's hand and saw only the rich food on the folding table at the entrance of the tent and Qian Chengfeng's shoes on the ground. She thought Qian Chengfeng didn't hear anything in the tent, so she held Tiantian's hand, talked and laughed, and walked towards the tent.

The tent door was down. Xiang Siling didn't care, she told Tiantian to take off her shoes, and then she did the same, and at the same time she lifted the curtain, Tiantian rushed in, and she followed closely behind.

Then she saw a scene she would never forget.

Qian Chengfeng was lying on the ground in a humiliating position, his limbs bent, dying like a dog. His wrists were tied with ropes and placed on a double-handled pot. One wrist was still bleeding, but the blood flow was not fast, and the pot was already full. He looked like he was about to die. He only opened his eyelids in the direction of the mother and daughter, but failed to open them. He shouted "Tiantian" in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, and then there was no sound.

The man was sitting in the tent, holding a pistol in one hand and a sharp knife with blood on it in the other. He looked up at them.

Those were the most terrifying eyes Xiang Siling had ever seen, cold, leisurely, and indifferent, as if there was not a single human emotion at all, like a true god of death.

……

"So when you entered the tent, Qian Chengfeng had just been killed and the murderer hadn't left yet?" asked the captain of a team.

"Yes."

"What does the murderer look like?"

Xiang Siling frowned, obviously unwilling to recall the past. She said, "He was very big, about the same height as Chen Pu, and quite strong."

"What to wear?"

"All I noticed was a black jacket and black pants."

"What shoes?"

“I didn’t pay much attention.”

"What about your appearance?"

"His face is a bit square, his skin is dark and rough, his eyes are very deep, and his eyebrows are very fierce. He is the kind of man who is a bit wild and rough."

"The portrait artist will be here soon. Can you help us make the portrait?"

"You can try it."

"You ran into the murderer head-on. What happened next?"

"I picked up the child and ran out, but was caught by the murderer. He was very strong and skilled. I tried to fight back but failed. He...took Tiantian away, threw the straitjacket to me, and threatened me with a gun to tie my feet and hands. Then, he tied Tiantian up as well."

Chen Pu suddenly asked: "You said he was holding a knife in one hand, what kind of knife was it?"

"It's a surgical scalpel."

"Are you sure? Can you spot the scalpel?"

Xiang Siling smiled and said calmly, "I was interested in it for a while and studied it."

"What about the gun he had? What model? Do you recognize it?"

Xiang Siling shook his head: "I have never tried a gun, so I don't have the chance."

Chen Pu leaned forward slightly, his eyes as sharp as snow, staring into Xiang Siling's eyes: "You and Tiantian both saw the murderer's face and were subdued by him, but he didn't kill you. Why? Do you know the reason?"

　Yesterday, Lao Mo suddenly started to have back pain. It was not too painful at first and he could move freely. But Lao Mo excitedly pulled a few cups on himself to practice Chinese medicine skills. After that, Lao Mo could not turn around... When he turned around, it hurt so much that it was almost as painful as the labor pain of giving birth. Can you imagine how painful it is?

　　I wrote these two chapters by reciting them stiffly throughout the whole process. Don’t be as brave as I was. It’s okay to learn Chinese medicine on your own, but you need to be cautious in practice.

　　(End of this chapter)