In the courtyard, Bai Yufei sat opposite Xiao Mo, her face slightly sad.

"If you know I'm here for you, why didn't you say it in the first place?"

"I just want to see how hypocritical you sanctimonious hypocrites are."

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

"Of course, there have been several groups of people before you. Their purpose is very simple, they think that my uncle's death has something to do with me. I think that why I, a young girl, would fall in love with an uncle who earns half a hundred a year, there is no other reason than to look at the uncle's money. What sets you apart from them is that they are much simpler and more straightforward than you. ”

"And are you?"

"I have no reason to explain it to you, and I don't think it is necessary. If you have to get entangled, I'll have to call the police. ”

Xiao Mo took out his police ID card and put it on the table.

"There is no need to call the police at all, because the police are right in front of you."

Bai Yufei looked disdainful: "Are the police amazing?" Can the police frame people casually? ”

"Miss Bai, the police are nothing remarkable, and I don't mean to frame you, I hope you can cooperate until the matter is investigated. If you are innocent and give the truth through the police investigation, you can also block the mouth of the people. After all, Mr. Zhang's identity is not ordinary, and you know that there are already many rumors in the news that are not good for you. ”

Bai Yufei hesitated for a moment and said, "What do you want to know?" ”

"Tell me about the situation on the day Teacher Zhang died."

"It was a nice day, you know, it's been nice lately. The wild chrysanthemums outside the yard are in good bloom.

In the afternoon, the uncle sat in the yard making his tea, and the two of us chatted a few words. After a few teas, the uncle came to be interested and said that the beautiful scenery of the good day could not be disappointed?

He has always been so casual, and when he is interested, he paints.

Most of his recent works have asked me to be his model, and he says that his previous works are just landscapes, not popularity. The work he painted was lifeless, and I gave him new inspiration.

Standing in front of the window on the second floor, he instructed me to set up a shelf to find a place in the vegetable patch in front of him.

During this time, I was not satisfied with many positions, and finally fixed the position on the edge of the carrot field and put the easel on the shelf. The carrot seedlings were green and up to my ankles.

He was excited and shouted at me from the window on the second floor that my whole back happened to be the finishing touch in the painting. ”

"How long did you stay in the vegetable patch after that? When did you find out that something was wrong with Mr. Zhang? ”

"Mr. Zhang is very serious when he paints, and he can't disturb him, not to mention that I was his model that day, so naturally I have to be in his painting all the time.

At first, as a person in his paintings, I didn't bring painting tools, but then because he painted for hours, I was really bored, so I carried the easel, I painted mine, and he painted his, so that I could not only be his model, but also make me less boring.

On that day, I mainly painted the mountains in the distance. Actually, I've been painting that mountain lately. Uncle once said that the same landscape, every time you put down the pen, you can find its differences. I found that as my uncle said, that mountain is different every day, and even every moment.

I was also very focused on my drawings that day, and there was a soothing pastoral symphony on my phone, which was cool and breezy in autumn.

I think I was overperforming that day and I had a good feel, so I was very focused on drawing. I don't know when Uncle stopped. In the past, when he was resting, he would either shout at the window or call me and ask me to rest with him, go back to the yard and have two cups of tea, and then continue.

But he didn't that day, and the reason why I went back was because the sunset that day carried a few wisps of blood, and I couldn't adjust that blood, so I thought about going back and getting a few more paints.

The reason why I decided to go back and get the paint was because I found that my uncle was no longer in front of the window on the second floor.

I was still a little dissatisfied with him in my heart, and he didn't say a word to me when he rested.

The courtyard door was open, and the uncle in the courtyard sat on a chair, his eyes closed, and his head drooping.

At first I thought he was asleep, but I walked over and blamed him, I said, you don't call me to drink tea by yourself.

After two or three hours in the vegetable patch, I was really thirsty. There were two teacups on the table, and there was no tea in the teacup in front of the uncle's eyes, but there was tea in the teacup opposite him, which must have been prepared for me.

Even if he had a conscience, I drank that cup of tea and poured another cup to drink.

I just realized that something was wrong, uncle usually don't look at him mild-mannered, in fact, he slept and snored, and started playing as soon as he closed his eyes.

During the time I drank two cups of tea, he didn't snort at all.

I walked over and shook his arm gently, and he fell to the ground.

I was so frightened that I couldn't shake it anymore. When he usually feels uncomfortable and dizzy, he only needs to eat two candies to get a lot better, so I ran to the room and got two candies to stuff in his mouth, but it didn't work.

I've seen dead people, and when my mom went, he was pretty much like him. But I was not reconciled and called 120.

120 came slowly that day, although the environment of this place is good, but it is remote. ”

"Do you know anything about diabetes?"

"I don't know, but my uncle gets injections every day, and I get sick, so I can't help him."

"What did the doctor say was the cause of Mr. Zhang's death?"

"It's hypoglycemia-induced shock or something, some technical terms, I don't know very well."

"Did you notice anything unusual about Mr. Zhang that day?"

"No, it's no different than usual, he gets up very early in the morning, and every morning he has to go to the edge of the field for a walk, and not only that, but he has to take me with him. During the day, most of the time is spent painting and making tea. That day was no exception, in the morning we also plucked two carrots in the vegetable patch, and at noon he fried steak and made pasta from carrots. ”

"Did anyone else come that day?"

"No, since I moved here, he has turned down his friends. I knew he was thinking about my feelings and didn't want his friends to make irresponsible comments. Before we got married, there was a woman who came once. ”

"Woman? Do you know who it is? ”

"I don't know, a tall woman. The uncle said that it was his former assistant, but I could tell that this woman must have had a story with the uncle.

That day, as soon as the woman came, the uncle took her to the studio, and they stayed there for half an hour. I don't know what he said, but the uncle said it was a matter of work.

But after the woman came out, I could clearly see that her expression was not quite right, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes. I tried to set my uncle's words, but the uncle sealed his mouth very tightly, insisting that the woman was his assistant, and he came to him for work reasons. ”