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Chapter 444 Don¡¯t be exposed

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    I asked: "Can you recover quickly?"

    The doctor said: "A few months, I can't be too sure, it depends on the patient's recovery. However, it is no longer life-threatening, but the patient is still very weak, and the pain of the injury will be touched when talking. It is best for you to talk to her less."  "

    I said: "Okay, thank you doctor."

    The doctor is out.

    The police asked me some questions on the road. Knowing that my relationship with Bingbing was okay, they asked me to take the responsibility and wrote all the questions on paper.

    I sat on Bingbing's bedside, looked at her, and said, "It would be better if you spoke less. If I ask you, just say yes or no. Don't say too much."

    She hummed softly.

    I asked: "Did you commit suicide?"

    She said: "No."

    I wrote it down.

    Then the second question: "Did you see the murderer?"

    She said: "No."

    I asked the third question: "So, when you were stabbed, you didn't shout, why? They, even the people in your cell, said they didn't hear the sound."

    Bingbing swallowed hard and said, "She covered my mouth and then stabbed me."

    The murderer covered Bingbing¡¯s mouth, and then stabbed a screwdriver into her throat to prevent her from making any sound.

    Damn it, how cruel this guy must be.

    I asked: "Then you didn't see her?"

    She continued to say in a low voice: "She was sitting on her back, next to the pillow. I saw her back."

    I hurriedly asked: "Then who do you suspect?"

    Bingbing said: "I don't know. I can't see clearly."

    I sighed and said, "Okay."

    Zhu Huahua asked: "Then why does the murderer have no fingerprints? There are no fingerprints on the screwdriver."

    Bingbing said: "She wore gloves. Gloves."

    Zhu Huahua and I looked at each other and said, "But I didn't find any gloves!"

    The policeman said: "This is an important piece of evidence. Go to the cell where the crime occurred and look for it again!"

    Then I asked a few more questions, but nothing came up.

    Anyway, it was not suicide, but someone wanted to kill Bingbing. The man wore gloves, sat on the bedside, covered Bingbing's mouth, and stabbed Bingbing's throat with a screwdriver.

    She probably thought that Bingbing was dead, and after Bingbing stopped struggling for a few times, she immediately withdrew.

    Now the key is to find the gloves.

    I asked Zhu Huahua and the police to go back and look for her first. I wanted to talk to Bingbing myself.

    When I talked to Zhu Huahua about this outside, Zhu Huahua said: "It's so important to talk about what we are talking about at what time, isn't it more important to find the evidence?"

    I said: "I suspect that 521 knows who the murderer is, but she is a woman who has always been compassionate. She may not tell who the murderer is even if she knows it. I want to ask her myself!"

    Zhu Huahua said: "Are you so compassionate?"

    I said: "Yes, you think that the reason why she wins people's hearts like you is because she is compassionate."

    Zhu Huahua kicked me and left.

    After Zhu Huahua and the others left, I sat down near Bingbing's bedside and looked at her face as pale as frost.

    I asked: "Does it hurt?"

    She said: "It doesn't hurt."

    I asked: "This is too cruel. Do you really not know who did it?"

    She said: "I don't know."

    I estimate that she may know, but she may not know. I want to have a good chat with her.

    I asked: ¡°You lost so much blood, did you receive a blood transfusion?¡±

    Bingbing said: "I had a blood transfusion this morning."

    I said: "You almost died."

    She said: "Yes."

    I asked: "In this case, are you still protecting the enemy who attacks you?"

    She said: "I told you, I don't know who did it."

    I asked: ¡°You really don¡¯t know?¡±

    She said: "I really don't know."

    I said: "Well, if I don't know who the female prisoner in the same cell who killed you is, then I will always know who is the mastermind behind you and wants to kill you!"

    Bingbing stopped talking.

    She was silent.

    She must know.

    I said: "It's Kang Yun. What kind of hatred do you have with Kang Yun? And behind Kang Yun is Sister Cai.?She asked: "What's wrong?"

    She held my hand.

    Her hands are cold.

    Why do you need to hold my hand?

    I looked at her strangely.

    She pulled me closer to her.

    My head fell down.

    She then said to me: "My throat hurts, and I want to ask you a favor."

    I asked: "What's wrong?"

    She said: "Can you, can you help me visit my boyfriend?"

    I was stunned. It¡¯s hard to help her. I want to see her boyfriend. It would be easier to talk to her boyfriend outside, but he is also locked up in jail.

    What do I think?

    I scratched my head and said, "This is difficult to do."

    She said: "I think, I want to know how he is doing now. Whether he is dead or alive."

    I said: "Then I'll try my best."

    She said: "Please, I can give you money."

    I said: "Money is not necessary, I hope I can help you, I will try my best."

    She pulled me closer to her, even closer, and said in my ear: "There is no use keeping the money. If I die, it will be gone."

    I asked gently: "Do you really have hundreds of millions?"

    She said softly: "No, these are all nonsense said by others. But there are still some."

    This is not as much as hundreds of millions, but there are still some. How many are they?

    I immediately asked: "Ten million? Or several million."

    She said: "You help me go and see him, and I will give you money."

    I didn't ask her how much money she had, but asked: "Actually, I'm not greedy for money. Maybe it's hypocritical for me to say that, and you are like this. I seem to feel like robbing the rich and giving to the poor. But,  If you give it, I won¡¯t refuse.¡±

    She said: "One million."

    I was shocked: ¡°Just, I¡¯ll help you take a look and give me one million!¡±

    She said: "If you go to see him, someone may follow you. Our enemies, following you, may even kidnap you."

    I froze, damn, I¡¯m using my life to see people!

    She said: "I want to know if he is alive or dead."

    I said: "Hey, how about I use my own resources to help you check it out!"

    She hurriedly said: "It's a good thing to find out that he is alive, but you still have to help me go see him and ask him something."

    I said, "Well, let me ask someone to help me with the investigation first. Then I will go see him and ask him. I will come back and tell you, okay. One million is too much.  I¡¯m a little afraid to take it.¡±

    She said: "My life is almost gone, so why do I care about money? If I die, this money will die with me."

    I asked: "To be honest, where is your money?"

    She said: "If you help me, someone will give you money."

    I thought to myself, this Bingbing is as smart as Li Shanna. To put it bluntly, she is cunning. They have no money themselves and don¡¯t bring any money, but if they need it, someone will give it to them.  This shows that all the money they earned before was taken by others.  transferred.

    Corrupt officials often use this trick to transfer property.

    I asked: "Then what exactly do you want me to check for you? What are you asking?"

    She said: "Please help me find out that he is still alive first, and then I will tell you."

    I said, "Why, aren't you afraid that I will be killed now?"

    Her tears flowed out again and she said, "I miss him so much. I'm afraid he's dead."

    I looked at her crying and said, "Okay, okay, stop crying, stop crying, I'm going to check, go check."

    She said: "But you will be in danger. You have to remember that it is best not to expose your behavior and identity."

    I nodded: "I understand."

    She said: "Money can't buy freedom or life. Don't always think about money. You know how to do things in moderation. If you feel something is wrong, you can give up. I will still give you the money."

    I nodded and said: "Thank you. But I won't take that much." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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