"Over the weekend, the police were dispatched, and someone reported that someone in a certain community had gas poisoning." Tan Fei packed his bags and urged the weekend when he was looking at his mobile phone.

"Consultant Zuo sent a video to our group, saying that there was an old man who took his grandson to cheat, and it seems that his family is not bad, which is really unancient." I looked at the release date of the video over the weekend, and yesterday morning, it seems that I haven't found the identity of this scammer.

"Why do you always pay attention to her, you don't really like her, do you?" Tan Fei got into the police car, fastened his seat belt, and turned his head to complain about the weekend in the back seat.

Of course, he must ignore that video, after all, such cases happen every day, if he investigates to the end again and again, he will not be tired to death, anyway, there are naturally colleagues in the group who are responsible for this aspect come forward, and he should watch the news.

"Don't talk nonsense, get behind the wheel." Weekend glared at him, but the roots of his ears seemed to be a little red, he did have some affection for this cute girl with short hair, but thinking about the gap between the two, it was better to be friends for longer.

The police car whistled and roared, and all the way to the scene of the crime as mentioned by the informant was unimpeded.

The fire brigade car had already come to the gate of the community, and after Tan Fei negotiated with them, he learned that there was an old man in the family, who locked the door of the house while the family was not there, and released gas to commit suicide.

Now that the gate had been violently breached, they saw that the police had come to deal with it, so they rushed to the next rescue point.

After negotiating with Tan Fei and the person in charge of the fire brigade downstairs on the weekend, he came to the door of the room, the scene of the crime was room 402 on the fourth floor, the security door had been forcibly broken, and there was still a strong smell of carbon monoxide coming from inside.

The gas canister had just been disposed of by the firefighters, so the room was safe, and at this time they both heard the cry in the bedroom, which was filled with sadness and a hint of despair.

"Mom, wake up, Mom, why can't you think about it? Woo woo woo~"

Tan Fei took the lead in the bedroom, and saw a man in his early thirties, who looked very delicate, if he wasn't lying on the bed, he was probably thin and tall, with glasses on his face, and he was already foggy at this time, and he was probably crying for a while.

After the weekend walked in, after doing a basic examination of the old man, he shook his head at Tan Fei, and there was no help.

"Is that what you reported?" Tan Fei patiently patted the man's shoulder, which could be regarded as comfort.

"It wasn't me, I just called the fire department to come and break down the door because I could smell the gas inside."

The man took off his glasses, his red eyes were a little puffy, as if he hadn't slept well last night, he gently dried his glasses and put them back on, as if he had calmed down and didn't cry anymore.

"Let's go to the living room and talk." Tan Fei glanced at the weekend who was still stunned and looked at the old man's corpse, and subconsciously pulled him.

"Wait, I think this old man looks familiar."

On the weekend, he suddenly took out his mobile phone and clicked on a video, although some of the shots in it were taken secretly, but the old man's face was indeed exactly the same as the deceased.

Tan Fei also walked over and looked at it when he heard this, and sure enough, it was the same person.

The two tacitly sent a message to Zuo Hao, and then took the man to the living room to do a basic investigation.

The man's name is Han Xun, he is 31 years old this year, the deceased is his biological mother, he also has an eight-year-old child, his wife is working outside today, and he has been back after a while.

"You just said your mom can't think about it? Do you think she committed suicide? ”

I didn't mention the video over the weekend, but I just asked based on the man's crying.

"Well, because my mom ...... her"

"Husband, I'm back, what's going on? What's wrong with our mother? ”

Before the man finished speaking, he saw a woman running in from outside the door, wearing a suit shirt and professional suit pants, and a pair of black leather shoes on her feet, with the image of an elite female white-collar worker, and her appearance was also very exquisite, which made people feel bright as soon as she appeared.

"Xin'er, our mom is ...... She's gone. ”

As he spoke, the man took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, probably unable to hold back his tears.

"How so? How could she...... Ah, these two are policemen, hello, I'm sorry for you. ”

As if she suddenly discovered the existence of Tan Fei and the weekend, the woman hurriedly came over to shake hands and express her gratitude.

"It's okay, it should be." Tan Fatpi nodded with a smile and did not shake hands with her.

On the weekend, he didn't say a word, quietly observing these two people.

The man cries too exaggeratedly, and the woman doesn't seem to have a sad atmosphere at all, which is said to be suicide, who can believe it.

"Tell me what happened." With serious faces on the weekend, the husband and wife opposite also began to sit upright and didn't talk anymore.

"I went out to look for a job this morning, and I just got a call to rush back, and the people from the interview company can testify to me." The woman hurriedly talked about her itinerary for today, as if she wanted to get rid of her suspicion.

"I sent my son to school in the morning, and then worked at home for a while, my mother suddenly said that she wanted to eat Coke chicken wings, so I went out to buy groceries, thinking that Xin'er's birthday was tomorrow, I went to order a birthday cake by the way, and waited in the cake shop for more than an hour, and when I came back, the door was closed, and I smelled a strong smell of gas, so I called a fire truck to come and break the door."

As he spoke, the man looked at his wife next to him, his expression uncertain.

Tan Fei suddenly stood up and went out of the door, and after a while, he brought in a cake and a bag of vegetables from the door, which should have been placed at the door when he came back, and the situation was indeed the same as he said.

It didn't take long for other colleagues to arrive one after another, taking pictures and moving the bodies at the scene.

"May I ask why the deceased committed suicide?" Weekend glanced at the man who was a little dazed and asked again.

"She played cards and lost again, Xin'er was also looking for a new job, yesterday she asked us for money, we didn't agree, she scolded us, saying that we wanted her to die, I thought she was joking, but I didn't expect ......"

As he spoke, the man began to take off his glasses, bowing his head and weeping silently.

At this time, the woman on the side patted the man's back, gave him a tissue, and whispered: "Don't be sad, it's not your fault." ”

"What is your job?" Tan Fei noticed that the man said that he had been working from home for a while, and this profession was a freelance writer.

"Writing, I'm a writer, third-rate, the kind that supports myself at most every month."

The man took his wife's tissue and wiped his eyes, and was a little ashamed when he said that he was back, so he kept his head down and didn't show his face.

"It's okay, husband, you're already great, many people don't have this talent if they want to be writers." The woman was still comforting her husband, and there was no sadness for her mother-in-law on her face.

"Thank you, Xin'er."

The man shook the woman's hand with a look of gratitude.

If it weren't for the support of a woman, he would have given up this literary dream a long time ago, and the only right thing he did in his life was to marry this woman.