"What did you say!?"

Midong suddenly heard the news and was stunned: "Minister Kishida is dead!" ”

"It's true, anyway, you should also come to the hospital, I really never imagined that things would unfold like this!"

It was early in the morning, and after Midong stayed up all night, he had just returned home and was about to fall asleep, but he received an unexpected call from Shinji Eguchi: "Wait a minute, please let me calm down again, what did you mean just now that Mrs. Kishida beat her husband to death!?" ”

She didn't hear it right!?

"It's true, Miss Miyamoto."

Eguchi's tone was also extremely complicated, with a bitter smile and the same disbelief: "And the most important thing is ...... Forget it, you'll know when you come here, it's a mess here. ”

Probably like this, the phone hung up, leaving Midong alone standing in the bedroom in a daze. She was holding her phone, wearing freshly changed pajamas, with freshly drawn curtains and spread bedding in the background, and the expression on her face was extremely comical.

It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she glanced at the desk calendar next to her, which still said Da Xia's date with Mozi. The result is good, the appointment will not be delayed, but her schedule today has been completely disrupted, before leaving for the hospital, hang up the phone with the secretary.

She realized that Takashi Mikami hadn't contacted her, presumably because, as the director, the other party must have been in front of the intensive care unit at this time, and saw Eguchi's phone. But when he got dressed and set off, Midong sent him an email asking for his current location to confirm.

"Minister Kishida died, and I was in the corridor."

Because it is something that will leave evidence temporarily, the Q&A between the two is very concise, but the information is sufficient.

And Midong knows better that even if the previous situation is fine, now that the person has passed away, the media will inevitably launch a final commotion, and she must grasp the situation before the other party acts. Fortunately, it was still early and close, and by the time she received the above reply, everyone had already walked out of the apartment building.

"It's really a mess!"

Angrily scolding and starting the Bentley trot, stepping on the throttle, she almost didn't obey the traffic rules, and was stunned to drift onto the road. It's the first moment of rush hour, and the streets are full of traffic, even if they are unobstructed and fast, but the roads are narrow, and it is inevitable that people will feel oppressed. The total distance was only a few kilometers, and Midong almost overtook the car many times, and it was easy to resist the impulse, but she found that she had gone to the wrong house.

"Really, really, it's really a mess of porridge, hey!"

Because of this, she didn't have time to inquire further, so she had to go to the hospital first. When you arrive at your destination after so many twists and turns, although the total time consumption is not much, it really tiring people enough. Fortunately, at this time, although a large number of patients' families were pouring into the hospital, the death of the old minister had not yet been announced, and there were not many reporters in the front square.

The elevator went up to the 17th floor of the inpatient department, and as soon as the doors opened, Mito noticed the difference in the atmosphere.

"Miss Miyamoto."

The security guard in front of the door nodded and said, "I'm afraid it's not convenient today, may I ask ......?"

"Miss Miyamoto! Sorry, I called it! ”

There was no need for Midong to open his mouth at all, Shinji Eguchi had already run out of it, his face was solemn, just like he should be in at this time: "Come in with me, the Kishida family is also here, if you are present, it will play a very important role." ”

With all this nonsense, and nothing to really talk about, Midong and Eguchi leave the elevator room together. The corridor of the ward was coldly lit, and the sound of family members crying could be heard in the distance ahead, and there was no one around. The entire floor was covered by the Ministry of Defense, and at this moment, the corridor was long, and suddenly there was an empty and gloomy atmosphere.

"It's all you!"

Walking around the corner, I saw a man in the crowd scolding: "I have to transfer the old man out of the ICU, what is the result!?" ”

"It's obviously an accident, right!? What does it have to do with us, if it weren't for the fact that your family is always ...... on weekdays?"

"Everyone, stop arguing! Hurry up and think about how to deal with the media, how can this kind of thing be said outside, it's a shame! ”

No wonder the security guard said that, Mei Dong didn't dare to step forward, and was forced by the momentum of that group of family members from a distance of more than ten meters. But she still had to step forward, and after seeing the arrival of a new person, the group calmed down a lot and came over to Midong.

"Miss Miyamoto."

The middle-aged man who was still yelling just now nodded to her like a dog: "This kind of scandal in my family really makes us feel ashamed, and I hope you can do your best to help us hide from the public, not only the reputation of the Kishida family, but it will really be ruined!" ”

Midong sighed helplessly: "The festival mourns and changes, but what happened?" ”

Everyone made way for a passage so that Midong could enter the ward.

Boy.

She choked on immediately.

The old man died tragically in the hospital bed, his head was smashed by a lamp, and his snow-white sheets were stained with red. But this is not the most terrifying, although the woman has been put on a temporary hospital bed on the stage, Bai Lian, who is hanging from the beam of the house, is still hanging there, informing Mrs. Kishida of the cause of death.

"So, the wife killed her husband and then committed suicide by hanging herself."

Midong endured this scene, to the surprise of those people: "But why would Mrs. Kishida do such a thing?" ”

That's right, that's exactly what the police are also facing, they've been here before, and now they're investigating other areas of the hospital.

In fact, there is nothing to say, it is really the wife who killed her husband and then committed suicide, and there is no trace of reasoning about the fake murder scene, the reality is often very simple. The police are doing routine work and are not at the scene for the time being, but Midong is standing at the scene at this time, knowing the truth in her heart, but she still feels like she is in the clouds.

"I activated the emotion gun last night, the anger category, a star gear, and that's it."

Mei Dong really felt that the brain cells were a little insufficient: "Last night was just the beginning, the anger of a star for ten minutes, tonight is the main event." And then there is tomorrow night, the night after tomorrow, and the night after the big day, the degree is a little bit more intense, and the types of emotions are fickle, and finally the old minister can't stand it, this is my purpose, last night was just the beginning, the anger of a star, only ten minutes......"

And then that's what happened?

The old man was angry and asked the old woman to spread fire, or the old woman was implicated in the microwave, and the two threw fire at each other together, and finally got out of control. And after the old woman murdered her husband and calmed down, Bai Lian, who didn't know where to take it out, was hanging like this.

The conclusion is obvious, although the police and the others are confused, Midong is very clear, and I believe that the dean is the same.

The only problem, there is only one.

Just as she cast a hidden gaze at the dean, who was already on the scene, as tangled as Midong.

Is our gun really that awesome?

Or is it just a coincidence, accidentally lighting the fuse?