Trafford’s Trading Club

Zhao Le chose not to go too far - beside the flower garden downstairs of the neighborhood - and was able to see his own balcony with his head up.

With regard to Zhang Xiaoqin's relationship with Wang Liang, the police only knew that Wang Liang had obtained a sum of money from Zhang Xiaoqin, but was unable to file the case because he had not left any evidence.

They began to learn more from Zhao Le's mouth.

Zhao Le was a little complicated at this time, “... before the accident, my sister loved this man, and Wang Liang was a very nice guy. At first, I actually kind of disliked him, but then he kept helping us, and he showed up at our house, and over time, I let go of my guard. It just didn't occur to me that this scumbag wasn't just my sister, he had several girlfriends outside at the same time, and even one of them gave birth to a child, but he just wasn't registered to marry. ”

“He... cheats on women's money?” Lin Feng frowned.

Zhao Le nodded, “Not only my sister, but also those who, as far as I know, have spent a lot of money on Wang Liang over the years... In fact, I have persuaded my sister several times, but she just doesn't listen. I couldn't help but stare at her all the time. My sister's having a rough time, and I guess it's because of that, so expect something from the so-called love money. ”

Shaking his head, Zhao Le sighed, “Later, the matter of Wang Liang came out. In fact, it wasn't my sister who found it, but a woman outside him found it. The last way to find it was to find the woman next to Wang Liang, including my sister, one by one. In the end, they all knew that they had been deceived by Wang Liang. ”

“So... why does your sister want it? ”

Zhao Le pinched her fist and then let it go. “She couldn't afford this Kan herself. She went to Wang Liang several times. She was insulted and came back crying. Her savings were gone, her feelings were gone. That night, I came back later, and when I came back downstairs, I saw her fall on the floor... it was a jump. People were rescued later, but I don't think I can walk for the rest of my life... that's probably what happened to her. ”

Zhao Le looked at Lin Feng, “That's all I know about Wang Liang. And his personal information, where he lives, what he does, I'm sure you can find it, or you've already found it. ”

Lin Feng looked at the colleagues around him and frowned, "I have a few more questions. ”

“Ask.” Zhao Le appealed.

Lin Feng said: "Do you know Wang Liang and several other women? Their names, contact details, addresses, whatever. ”

“Neither is clear.” Zhao Le shook his head, "one seemed to be called Wu Rong. At first, she discovered what happened to Wang Liang and picked it up. ”

Lin Feng nodded, recorded the name, then asked coldly, "So... when did your sister commit suicide? ”

Zhao Le's pupils contracted slightly.

Lin Feng had to say: “We just want to dispel your sister's doubts… if we can. ”

Zhao Le said, “Last year, November 7th. ”

Lin Feng nodded… according to the information received from the landlord, Wang Liang should not have disappeared until after December. And he said, "Mr. Zhao, what about you? What have you been doing all this time? ”

“What do you mean?” Zhao Le turned his head and looked a little excited.

“Calm down.” Lin Feng took a deep breath, "we didn't target you, just had to ask these questions. ”

“Zhao Le took a deep breath and slowly appealed. He seemed to be trying to control his emotions."

“I've been taking care of my sister in the hospital since the accident, and I've been running from both sides of the school.” Zhao Le reluctantly said: “If you still think I'm suspicious, then find out... To be honest, I did think about killing this scum! ”

Lin Feng frowned and frowned, suddenly waved his hand, indicating that his colleagues around him had temporarily stopped the camera - the camera had been on since he entered Zhao Le's house and saw Zhang Xiaoqin.

See Lin Feng's move, Zhao Le slightly opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

“Zhao Le, about the clue you provided, I'll clean it up when I get back, and I'll send it to you later to show you.” Lin Feng Zhengzheng: “I also hope that you understand that the confession is a serious thing, not just a temper... I can pretend that I didn't hear what you just said, and I hope that you don't say the same thing again next time. ”

"I'm not cooperating with you because I think I need to help Wang Liang find the murderer, just hope that you don't continue to disturb my sister... My family is fine, I hope you don't come back. If nothing happens, I'm going home to see my sister. ”

Zhao Le stood up and was ready to leave... He suddenly turned his head, looked at Lin Feng, looked at the turned off camera again, said a quick thank you, then quickly left.

……

“Lin SIR, do you believe in Zhao Le's words?” My colleague suddenly asked.

Lin Feng did not directly answer, but said: “Zhang Xiaoqin killed herself before Wang Liang disappeared, she was hospitalized after, and it was not easy to walk, basically to rule out the suspicion... Next, let's split up and go find this woman called Wu Rong. I'm going to the hospital. ”

My colleague frowned, "Lin SIR, do you suspect Zhao Le? ”

“We cannot let go of any possibility of subjectivity because of sympathy.” Lin Feng shook his head: “Compassion does not amount to understanding… Zhao Le, has enough motive to kill. And for the time being, his suspicions are probably the greatest. ”

My colleague shrugged for a moment, "If that's the case, then this kid's psychological qualities are terrible... from the moment we saw him, he was filled with anger, excitement... but there was no fear and panic. ”

“Don't underestimate the children of today.” Lin Feng shook his head and said casually: “A lot of times, what children do can make adults' backs cool. Go... There's a suspect still dead in the bureau, we don't have many people left. Anyway... work hard! ”

……

……

Later in the day, in Riverside Park, the children were playing, they were younger, they were all children of seven or eight years of age, and several adults were gathered to play chess.

In front of the flower garden, Chen Zheng was on his notebook, drawing the city across the river with a pencil.

“Wow, brother, you're amazing! ”

This is a little boy of curiosity - a sketch of a city across the river in his notebook, which makes little boys of this age feel incredible.

Ming Chen stopped, looked at the child and smiled.

The little boy pointed curiously at the sketch, a figure on a bench… a shadow, “Who is this man? ”

The sketch only sits like this, seemingly looking at the background, but no one else appears in the painting.

Chen Ming didn't answer, just closed the notebook. He looked at the little boy in front of him and suddenly he said, "Let me show you something. ”

The little boy opened his eyes curiously, looking forward to it.

Zhen Ming reached into the bag, then looked at the little boy's eyes and pulled a little bit out of the bag... a silver pistol.

The cool look, instantly reminded the little boy of the weapons of some of the heroes on TV - the texture of a plastic toy that exceeded a few dozen dollars, instantly the little boy shouted and his eyes were brighter.

Zhen Ming waved at this time and turned the little boy around.

He bypassed the boy's body with his hands, then lifted the boy's hands and slowly grabbed the handle of the silver pistol, pointing to an elderly man walking the dog in front.

This is estimated to be an unprecedented stimulus for the little boy… the little boy sits on his head, squeezing his right eye and doing a targeted move.

Chen Ming was in the boy's ear and whispered, “Want to shoot? ”

The little boy nodded somewhat excitedly… because of the stimulus he even accelerated his heartbeat.

Zhen Zheng let go of his hand at this time, leaving the little boy to hold his hands and hold the pistol in the aiming position.

The little boy smiled, his fingers crossed the trigger at the same time, and the weight of the pistol did not match the metallic texture of it, so he was able to hold it very steady.

The old man stopped and the pet dog was squatting at the old man's feet and staying with him... The old man seemed to be immersed in the beautiful view of the city at this time.

The gun head, moving little by little, from the old man's body to the old man's neck… to the old man's head, finally stopped.

Fingers, little by little, pressed the trigger, and the time seemed to slow down.

Chen Ming watched the little boy's move in such silence.

At this time--!

“Son -!! ”

A rough voice instantly reached where the two of them were and stopped the little boy - a middle-aged man with a shopping bag watching chess.

The little boy suddenly threw up his tongue, turned his body, threw up his tongue towards Chen Ming, and then some reluctantly sent the pistol back to Chen Ming, "Brother, are you coming tomorrow? ”

“I don't know.” Chen Ming smiled.

The little boy didn't ask anything more - his father sent another rush and came this way. The little boy had to rush back towards his father.

When he grabbed the little boy's hand, his father looked vigilantly at Chen Zheng, then quickly left, and said quite harshly: "Kids, don't ask for anything! ”

The father obviously saw the pistol… but did not expect it to be real.

By the river, calm soon returned, the old man, who was enjoying the view of the sunset, had taken his own pet and slowly walked away.

The chess players, soon after, also packed the board, and the chess watchers gradually dispersed... fewer and fewer people.

Chen Ming seems to have merged with this light from light to darkness, with the surroundings.

He sat down on a bench in front of him —— this is, of course, where the shadow was sitting —— and he just sat there, watching the last sunset, eventually disappearing from the horizon, and eventually just leaving behind a dark red cloud.

He suddenly took out the magazine of the pistol —— no bullets.

Ten minutes later, the street lamp turned on, stating that he was carrying his schoolbag and leaving from here.

……

……

It has to be lamented that the ability of women to talk to each other - especially when one side seems to have endless topics - is that afternoon tea time, indeed, only passes easily.

“Oops... why isn't this bloke here yet? ”

It was easy to seize this opportunity, and Sister Ren naturally wouldn't let go - after cutting Yunight off, Sister Ren quietly sent a message to her own child for the first time.

“He said he wanted to go to the library today, probably too committed, forget the time.” Night smiled and said.

Ren Ziling rolled her eyes and said, "Can you have a girlfriend to read a book... No, it's important! It's not like I said, Yu Night, Rochu is usually like wood, but don't worry, such a man is good! Junior!”

The maid smiled softly, as if to make this noisy place return to the courtyard of the aristocratic court hundreds of years ago... Sister Ren looked at it and was also somewhat fascinated.

“Why don't you sit down and I'll get you something else.” Ren Ziling thought about it: “Anyway, it's coming out too, save yourself another dinner in Zhang Luo... Sit down first, I'll go to the counter to see what's good, this dead kid of Lo Qiu is almost there, he's hungry too! ”

The maid naturally does not intend to refuse to let Ziling take such care.

Only Ren Ziling stretched out her lazy waist, relaxed her beautiful body and slowly walked into the store... At this moment, the maid smiled and was about to get up.

Because the master showed up.

It's just that she didn't get up, because before that, Rochu had put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, “Just sit down. ”

After that, Rochu pulled up the chair and sat down.

Yunight will start as Ziling's ordered flower tea, pouring the tea to Roquette, "When I came out to shop, I ran into Miss Ren, so I delayed some time. ”

“No problem.” Rochu laughed. “She likes you a lot. It's not like she wants to see you twice. But thank you, too. She's very annoying. ”

Unight said softly: "It's all about you, master. How can it be a chatter? ”

Rochu suddenly stood up and bent over and kissed these pale lips... a shallow kiss.

Her eyelashes were beating slightly and her blue eyes had a slight trace, and she naturally climbed onto Rochu's neck.

Lips.

"In the last few days, I want to do something myself. Just do it, don't think about it. ”

“Mmm.”

Knock, knock!

It's like, real, heartbeat sounds coming from the maid's body.