"There is a murder case in a billionaire mansion, why did the invisible rich man kill his wife and kill himself?"

Xiao Yun sent this manuscript directly to Ouyang Lai, and then ran over, waiting for Ouyang Lai to come back from the pantry.

After a while, he heard the rhythmic sound of high heels, and Xiao Yunle bumped up to meet him: "Vice President, I got a particularly good manuscript today!" ”

Ouyang Lai took the coffee and sipped it carefully: "What manuscript?" ”

"It's been sent to your mailbox, take a look, can you use it!"

Ouyang Lai walked to the desk, half-bent over to open the email, and clicked on the article.

"Can the British invisible rich commit suicide by swallowing nails in a mansion? The most likely murderer is his wife Wang, who was stabbed and injured...."

Seeing this, Ouyang Lai's expression became heavy, she glanced at Xiaoyun and asked, "Where did this come from?" ”

Xiao Yun saw that Ouyang Lai's face had changed, and he timidly withdrew his joy: "I found it in the submission mailbox of our magazine." ”

"Anonymous submission?"

Xiaoyun nodded.

Ouyang Lai retracted his gaze to the manuscript and read it silently......

"The cement nail is for industrial use, how could it appear in the house for no reason, whether the murder weapon was taken casually or deliberately hidden, this is the first suspicion..... Second, the murder weapons used by murderers are all kinds of knives, why cement nails? Third, the cement nails used in various construction sites are transported from qualified manufacturers, and it should not be difficult to find out the source of the murder weapon along this line..."

"Moreover, the deceased Wang's current wife is the corporate publicity manager of a group, but it was Wang's boss who rushed to the scene of the murder at that time, why is this? Could there be something else going on? ”

Furthermore, if a person feels guilty for murder, he chooses to commit suicide. Is it what courage it takes to swallow a whole cement nail? I don't think it's swallowing, someone should have deliberately inserted a nail into the mouth of the deceased into his lungs, this is murder! ”

Ouyang Lai looked at this, and a trace of cold sweat broke out in his palms.

She said to Xiaoyun quietly, "Has anyone else seen this manuscript?" ”

Xiaoyun shook his head: "I just received it, and I thought it might be big news, so I forwarded it to your sister." ”

Ouyang Lai lowered his eyes: "Delete it, don't let anyone see it." ”

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Ouyang Lai didn't care if Wang Zhixuan was really suspected of murder as the anonymous submission said.

She only cared about the above words, but vaguely pointed to Chen Qiaomu, who was the first to arrive at the scene of the murder.

But......

Why did Wang Zhixuan call Qiao Mu at such a moment?

She..... What do you want to do?

Before Ouyang Lai could figure it out, the phone rang.

It was Ma Weiwei Hospital who called.

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When Ouyang Lai rushed to the hospital, Ma Weiwei was sitting on the edge of the bed neatly dressed and waiting for her.

It was the first time she had been willing to see an acquaintance since she was sick.

Ouyang Lai saw Ma Weiwei draw her eyebrows and put on makeup, except for her sunken face and the whole person was thin, the luster at the corners of her eyes and the smile at the corners of her lips did not change.

Ouyang Lai trotted over and held her hand worriedly: "The hospital called me to sign the confirmation of the operation?" What's going on? ”

Ma Weiwei smiled unhindered: "I have no father, no mother, no husband and no children, I really can't find a guardian......"

Ouyang Lai obviously noticed Ma Weiwei's slightly trembling body under her calm appearance.

Ouyang Lai sat down slowly, his eyes becoming softer: "So, you can't even find a close friend?" ”

Ma Weiwei glanced at her resentfully: "As if you can find it!" ”

Ouyang Lai smiled lightly: "You forgot, I have a rich boyfriend.....

It was originally a joke, but Ma Weiwei's eyes dimmed and lowered her eyes: "Yes, no matter how many of us are the same people, you are much more successful than me..."

This shocked Ouyang Lai, and quickly grabbed her arm and said, "I'm joking." ”

Ma Weiwei said: "What I said is true. ”

"Ouyang, I entered the operating room today, I may not be able to come out, you are the only person I can see....."

The corners of Ma Weiwei's lips were a little bitter: "I called you here today, and I want you to have one more thing..."

"If I really die on the operating table, and the password of my home and my bank card are in the mobile phone memo, you help me sell the house, and the money from the sale of the house is remitted to my aunt in the northeast countryside, who is the only relative I contact..... The money in my bank card helped me donate to the Hope Primary School in Tibet, which is not much, but it can always help some bright and good children....... I still have a little stock and bonds, but not much, you help me cash them out, and then wrap them into bonuses and send them to my colleagues in the magazine, thanking them for working with me for more than ten years, and thanking them for never scolding me to my face......"

Ma Weiwei said this, as if she was reading a list of goods.

There are no ups and downs in tone, and I can't see the expression clearly.

"Oh, by the way, I still have a cat, fostered in a pet store, if you want, it's the only legacy I left you...."

Ma Weiwei smiled.

Ouyang Lai couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this, clenched his fists, and tried his best to restrain himself: "You have been so harsh on me all these years..... He gave all the money to others, but left me with a drag oil bottle......"

"Well, my cat's name is Guagua, I can only eat imported cat food and canned cats, and I have to do a beauty spa every week, and I can't be lazy at all."

"Okay." Ouyang Lai also let out a smile: "I will take care of her." ”

With that, the nurse also stepped on time to enter the room.

With a few documents in her hand, she walked to Ma Weiwei's bedside: "Is she the guardian?" ”

Ma Weiwei nodded.

"Okay, your surgery will start at three o'clock, here is the notice, please read the terms carefully, confirm that it is correct, and sign it below."

Ouyang Lai took the heavy paper, but shook Ma Weiwei's hand tightly with one hand.

She looked up at the nurse and asked, "Is the surgery risky?" ”

Ouyang Lai remembered his mother who died on the operating table.

Where there is a surgery that is not very risky.

But the nurse smiled comfortingly: "It's just that some lesions have been removed, Sister Weiwei has always been very strong!" ”

Ouyang Lai looked at Ma Weiwei and asked tentatively, "Isn't the conservative treatment plan feasible?" ”

Ma Weiwei pursed her mouth: "I don't want to live a few more years and lie on the hospital bed sickly." ”

"Let's sign it."

She smiled at Ouyang Lai.

It was like another train passing over the tracks, and all the surrounding gravel paths jumped out of dust.

The grass dew fell into the earth.

The world is clouded.

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At 1 o'clock in the morning, Ouyang Lai came out of the hospital tremblingly.

Qiao Mu, who received the call, was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

He wore a beige casual suit and a white jacket in the crook of his arm, leaning against the frame of the car.

When he saw Ouyang Lai, he ran a few steps lightly and caught up.

Ouyang Lai threw himself into Qiao Mu's arms expressionlessly, and wrapped his hands tightly around his waist.

She said, "Qiao Mu, you can't have a fever anymore. ”

Qiao Mu reached out and rubbed her hair: "That was a few days ago. ”

She said, "You can't leave me either." ”

Qiao Mu said, "I won't." ”

The clouds in the sky were too thick to obscure the moonlight, and the night sank like a night in 95.