At the same time, Wu Shuang led a team into the North District District Hospital to confiscate Zhang Qiang's attending physician at that time.

"Why are you again?" Today is the day she receives her salary, so the foreman of the restaurant said that he would take a half-day vacation and wanted to take the children out to play, but he didn't expect to meet Wu Shuang at the door of the restaurant.

"Zhang Qian, we now suspect that you have something to do with Zhang Qiang's death, please come with us!" Zhang Qian didn't react much when she heard such news, she put the money she had just gotten into her bag and cut her hair.

"Can you come back tomorrow? I want to take my kids to the park for a while. Zhang Qian didn't deny it, Wu Shuang turned to Xiao Rin, her sympathy for her was obvious, so she hoped that Xiao Rin could agree.

Xiao Rin nodded, he walked to Wu Shuang's side and whispered in her ear. "Really?" Wu Shuang asked in a low voice, and Xiao Rin nodded again in affirmation.

"We have some questions for you, you take us to your home."

"Heh, don't you have to go to the police station?" Zhang Qianleng paused, and she stared at Wu Shuang blankly.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Qian's rented house is in the slums of the North District, two streets away from the previous girl's residence in the hardware store, but the environment is much worse.

The rented house is in the middle of a row of low bungalows, and the air is filled with a smell that is neither salty nor light. This is very common in poor places, and most people solve it on the spot because they don't have toilets, and since it is called a slum, there is no need to think that there will be workers around to clean it up.

Zhang Qian was not very reluctant to open the door, this is a straight room, the door is in the kitchen with a window, and then there is a bedroom. Sunlight refracted in through the two glasses, presenting a piece of greenery in the bedroom in front of Wu Shuang and Xiao Rin's eyes.

He didn't see the desperation of the poor, the clean and tidy beds. Proposed wardrobe, there is also a small single sofa and a table. A discarded television was placed on a low cabinet, and the small living room was planted with all kinds of huā grass. Zhang Qian turned on the light. Even if there are windows that let in the sun, it is still too dark, which is a common phenomenon here.

"Sit down and I'll pour you water." Zhang Qian hung her bag at the door and walked to the kitchen.

There is no smell in the room, and the freshness exuded by the plants itself gives Wu Shuang a new understanding of the concept of slums.

Xiao Rin was not as impressed as Wu Shuang looked, he walked around the room, and then picked up a book that was placed next to the bed. "One Hundred Ways to Die", which is a book used to describe death. It provides a variety of murder methods and suicide, which can be said to be a very interesting book, with the analysis of the case and the escape method of the homicidal maniac.

After a few casual glances, he put the book back in its place. Xiao Rin walked to Wu Shuang's side, and there was a single sofa. He leaned against the window and opened a crack, and the strong smell of the back alley came to his nose, and those who wanted to light a cigarette suddenly lost it.

"There is no good tea, you can drink it as you like." Zhang Qian entered the bedroom with two cups of tea on a tray. The hard plastic cups are made as transparent as glass, and it is really hard to distinguish without looking closely, and the dark green and almost brown leaves are quickly brewed at a water temperature of 100 degrees. The tea is old tea, and the water is tap water, but when placed in such a cup, there is also a little taste.

"What about your children?" Wu Shuang did not see any trace of the child in the room, in fact, there were very few objects belonging to the child, there were no toys, and there were no children's clothes among the clothes dried on the window.

…,

Zhang Qian was a little embarrassed when asked, she sat on the bed, put the passive book back in its place, and placed it in the corner of the cabinet. "At my man's place, I have to work, I don't have time to take care of it, I usually take it at night, he works the night shift."

"Oh!" Wu Shuang understood. Director Zhao said that Zhang Qian's husband ran away with someone, and it is indeed very difficult for a single mother to live with her children, and it is not difficult to find a man to rely on for a girl like Zhang Qian, and it is reasonable.

"What do you want to ask?" Zhang Qian looked at the time, she was a little anxious.

"You call your one, and you won't be able to leave for a while." Xiao Rin looked at Zhang Qian and dispelled her hopes. "The reason why I didn't take you back to the police station is because I think it's excusable, but it doesn't mean that you're okay, I hope you understand that."

Xiao Rin's impersonal feelings seemed a bit harsh to Wu Shuang, so she handed over her mobile phone to Zhang Qian.

"No need." Zhang Qian picked up her teacup and drank it. Water. "I killed Zhang Qiang because I couldn't stand my brother being tortured like that."

A person's grief is sometimes not necessarily expressed in tears, Zhang Qian's grief is calm, almost bland.

"When I heard that he was drowning, I knew that he would not live long, and there was a doctor who saved him, and I was not grateful, in fact, it is better to die than to drown in the water."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"Call the police? The whole North District is their people, where can I go to call the police, we are just poor people with no power. Zhang Qian raised her eyes and looked at Wu Shuang. I advised Zhang Qiang not to be so stubborn, although it will not be better than now, it will not be worse than now, isn't it just to live? He refused, saying that he would shake it out in everything. ”

"Does Zhang Qiang's death have anything to do with Director Zhao of the North District's [Faction]?"

Zhang Qian crossed her legs, and she looked at Wu Shuang with suspicious eyes. "Who are you?" This kind of vigilance is very abnormal, Xiao Rin doesn't know if Wu Shuang feels Zhang Qian's nervousness, don't mention Director Zhao, that kind of nervousness comes from a long-term oppression.

"I'm Wu Shuang from the Municipal Police Department, this is my colleague, this time I came mainly because Zhang Qiang's cause of death is special, and there have been many homicides in the North District, so as the Municipal Bureau, there is considerable concern here, and the Municipal Party Committee requires us to investigate this matter thoroughly." Wu Shuang paused. "Zhang Qian, we know that you have no choice but to kill Zhang Qiang, so we hope that you will cooperate with us and tell us what you know, so that your brother will die blindly." (To be continued.)