He himself was very unwilling, and secretly went to the door.

The young police officer showed the police certificate, walked past Fang Sihui into the living room in the name of knowing the information, glanced around, and asked casually: "Did Ms. Fang move here recently?" ”

Fang Sihui closed the door and locked it, walked up to the young police officer, motioned for him to sit down, and said casually: "Tea or water?" ”

"Plain water is fine, thank you." The young police officer replied politely, and when he sat down casually, he said casually: "Ms. Fang has not answered my question directly. ”

"The police officer must have already investigated before he came, so what's the point of asking such a question?" Fang Sihui asked rhetorically.

"It's really Ms. Fang looking at ......" After a slight pause, the young police officer said leisurely: "It doesn't look sad at all, it doesn't look like a person who has lost a child." ”

At the end, the young police officer raised his eyes and stared at Fang Sihui directly, trying to find a trace of panic on her face.

However, it didn't.

Fang Sihui's face was a decent smile from beginning to end, which was the etiquette and temperament of a wealthy aristocratic woman from a big family.

Can such a person really kill someone?

The young police officer couldn't help but shake for a moment, but the strange doll that flashed in his mind calmed his mind.

"I am the widow of a husband who died early, with an elderly mother and a pair of young children to move here, all I seek is a peace, who would have thought that such a thing would happen......" Fang Sihui couldn't hide the pain on her face, tears in her eyes, she avoided the young officer's sight with embarrassment, looked at the staircase, and cried: "I am the pillar of this family, what can I do as a woman?" I have already lost a son and I don't want to lose any other family members. ”

In the end, Fang Sihui simply hid her face and cried bitterly. 59 Books

In the face of this change, the young police officer was speechless for a while, and realized the abruptness of his behavior, and then denied his own doubts.

Fang Sihui didn't stop crying for long, wiped away her tears, and then remembered that she forgot to pour water for someone, so she said, "I'm sorry, I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

The young police officer stood up and just wanted to say that he was going back without need, but he didn't give him a chance and went into the kitchen in a hurry.

The young police officer had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and casually scanned the surroundings, noticing a hole in the closed door of the bathroom.

Out of professional vigilance, the young police officer stepped forward to carefully observe the wooden door of the lower bathroom, and the degree of damage seemed to be caused by a blunt blow.

The young police officer pushed the door open, and it was so clean that it was impossible to see what had ever been.

"What are you looking at?"

With the fall of this sound, the young police officer had a chill down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he raised his hand to block Fang Sihui's touch in response to stress.

The water glass hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the young police officer turned around, his tense muscles showing his nervousness.

His gaze looked down, and Fang Sihui did not hold a blunt object in her hand, but the shattered glass shards under her feet scratched the skin under her skirt and exposed calves.

"Yes... I'm sorry. The young police officer apologized.

Fang Sihui only glanced at it lightly and said, "I'll pour you a glass again." ”