You can imagine how wonderful Zhao Zimo's face was when she spoke ill of people behind their back and was overheard by the real owner. However, since Zhao Hongxiang was still here, she was really in the wrong. In the end, she could only give Meng Yao a fierce look and sit down. Come down.
At this time, Zhao Hongxiang found some information and handed it to Meng Yao, "These are the recent cases. Take a look at them when you are free."
Meng Yao said, "Okay."
At five o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as Meng Yao walked out of the office, she saw a tall, tall and familiar figure standing next to her car. She frowned and showed displeasure.
She didn¡¯t know where this displeasure came from. If she really wanted to trace the source, it should have started when Mr. Lu came to her door when he had nothing to do. It felt very strange.
Especially after knowing what he thought about her, Meng Yao consciously kept a distance from him. Even though he was Aunt Yao's nephew, it didn't make her like Lu Zhixing any more, so she didn't want to get close to him for no reason.
Seeing her appear, Lu Zhixing stepped forward with a smile, "Today is your first day back at work. I know there is a particularly delicious hot pot restaurant nearby. I'll treat you to it!"
"No."
Meng Yao refused without thinking, then unlocked the car and opened the door and got in. When she started the car to leave, she might have thought it was rude to leave like this, so she reluctantly lowered the window.
"Mr. Lu, I've made it very clear to you before. I have no plans to fall in love now. What's more, if a person as good as you can't find someone who is pretty, rich and beautiful, don't waste your time on me. We¡¯re not a good fit.¡±
Before Lu Zhixing could say anything, she stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the parking space, leaving Lu Zhixing alone with the butt of the car.
Watching the car's taillights disappear around the corner not far away, Lu Zhixing stood there blankly, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.
Is it really over?
At this time, he actually regretted why he didn't force her to think of him at that time. Even if he couldn't remember the past between the two of them, it wouldn't be like now when she didn't even give him a chance to talk!
"Mr. Lu, do you want to talk to me?" Zhao Hongxiang's voice sounded behind him, as if he had been standing here for a long time.
Lu Zhixing glanced at the empty front, turned to Zhao Hongxiang and nodded.
"Follow me!" Zhao Hongxiang turned and walked towards the office, with Lu Zhixing following behind.
It was already off work at this point, and there was no one else in the office except the two of them.
Zhao Hongxiang poured him a glass of water from a disposable paper cup and placed it on the table. Zhao Hongxiang sat back on the chair, and neither of them spoke for a while.
After a long time, Lu Zhixing said, "Uncle Zhao, will she suddenly think of me at some point in this situation?"
"Maybe~"
Although he didn¡¯t finish what he said, Zhao Hongxiang knew what he wanted to say, and he said two words with a firm voice without a trace of hesitation, ¡°No.¡±
"Although her operation was successful at the time, the structure of the human brain is very complex and it doesn't mean that it will be fine just because you say it's fine. If you force her to think of something now, it might be counterproductive."
The two looked at each other, and the office fell into a new round of silence. In the end, I don¡¯t know who started the topic first, and the two chatted for a long time.
In the next few days, Lu Zhixing did not appear in front of Meng Yao, at least she did not see him again.
That night, after Meng Yao took a shower and was about to go to bed, her phone rang. It was Zhao Hongxiang.
"The bureau has just received a report that someone fell from a building in Liuhe Community. The address has been sent to your mobile phone. You should rush there immediately. I am already in the car."
"Yes, I'll go right away."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao got dressed and went downstairs. She originally thought it was so late and in a hurry and wanted to ride a bike, but she chose to drive after thinking that her legs were good.
When driving past the gate of the family home, her eyes swept across a black car. Although it felt familiar, she was not in the mood to pay attention to it at the moment, so she still followed the navigation instructions and drove on the road.
In the car, Lu Zhixing watched her car leave the family compound and guessed that she might have gone on a mission. Then he gently put down the seat, lay down and closed his eyes.
He spent the night like this these past few days. Although he knew that this method was stupid and even unlike him, he had no choice but to avoid seeing her, even if he could only look at her back from a distance.
It was past ten o'clock at this time, and the traffic on the road was still flowing brightly. By the time Meng Yao arrived at the scene of the crime according to the navigation, it was already more than an hour later.
Looking at the crowd of spectators gathered in front of the car, Meng Yao stopped the car, turned off the engine, and got out of the car. He took a mask and a pair of gloves from the car and put them on.
As soon as she reached the edge of the crowd, Wang Dakui saw her, and the two met where the cordon was set up.
"It's pretty fast!" Watching her cross the cordon, Wang Dakui walked with her towards the crime scene not far away.
"The deceased's name was Sun Xiangdong, he was 38 years old. According to investigators, he fell from the window of the side bedroom of the east door on the 13th floor of a unit."
Because it was night, in addition to dim street lights, there were several incandescent lamps set up on site. The entire crime scene was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Just two meters away from the deceased, a thin layer of red and white things was scattered on the ground. In the middle of those things was the half-covered deceased.
At this time, Zhao Hongxiang was checking the body.
Meng Yao stepped on the paved pallet and walked over, "Master, what's going on?"
Without raising his head, Zhao Hongxiang beckoned her to squat down, pointed at the deceased¡¯s twisted arm and said, ¡°Look here, the scratch on it is still fresh.¡±
¡°Then he pointed to several more places, ¡°There are several such marks on the neck, cheeks, arms, and even the deceased¡¯s lower back, so I suspect that the deceased must have had a physical conflict with someone before his death.¡±
??Looking at the scratches carefully, Meng Yao raised his eyebrows, "These marks are messy and do not look like they were scratched with a sharp weapon. My guess is that they were caught by someone."
Turning to look at Wang Dakui not far away, "Who else was in the deceased's home when he fell from the building?"
Wang Dakui said, "There is another woman who is still taking notes in the room!"
Meng Yao nodded and said, "That's right. The wounds on the deceased should have been scratched by that woman."
"However, based on this, it cannot be determined whether the deceased died of homicide or suicide, or whether it was a simple accidental fall."
Zhao Hongxiang nodded in agreement with her words, and then checked other parts of the deceased. Apart from discovering that the deceased had been drinking before falling, he found nothing else.
Hearing that the deceased had been drinking, Wang Dakui asked, "Could it be that the deceased drank too much and fell from the building after the two had a quarrel?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com