The police quickly stepped forward to check and found that the woman sitting on the couch was dead.

The little girl who climbed the stairs resisted their approach as if she were afraid of them.

"Don't come here! …… No...... Don't kill me! ”

She shouted like this, and people were helpless.

"We are the police, we will not hurt you, don't be afraid."

The policewoman standing in front tried to reassure her.

"No...... Don't come here! ”

This little girl seems to have a big mental problem, and they can't forcibly take her away, so they can only temporarily move the rescuers.

"Team Liang."

At this time, someone else's voice came from outside the door.

"Hmm."

Liang Jingxing walked in the door, first looked at the surrounding environment, and then saw the girl sitting on the stairs.

"What's the matter with her?"

Liang Jingxing asked.

"She should be the only eyewitness now, and now she is extremely mentally unstable, and she has called a psychologist to come over."

Said the policeman next to him.

"Well, who is the deceased?"

After figuring out the reason, Liang Jingxing didn't pay attention to her anymore.

"The deceased is Cheng Qing, an internationally famous pianist, and the one over there should be her only daughter, Cheng Anle, who is a very talented dancer."

The policeman followed Liang Jingxing and explained dutifully.

"What is the cause of death?"

Liang Jingxing asked.

"The preliminary judgment is that it should be a shooting, and the specific situation can only be determined after a forensic autopsy."

The policeman said.

"Guns?"

Liang Jingxing's eyes lit up, and his expression became serious.

"Yes."

Said the little policeman.

"How's she doing?"

Liang Jingxing gave up looking at the deceased, and instead turned his attention to Cheng Anle.

"I didn't see any improvement, and we suspect that she was also injured, and judging by the wounds, it should be a gunshot wound."

Kang Chao, who was squatting at the top of the stairs, stood up and said to Liang Jingxing.

"What's going on? Could it be that the murderer tried to kill her? ”

Liang Jingxing asked coldly.

"No, it shouldn't be, the deceased also had a gun in her hand, and it is estimated that she fired the gun."

Kang Chaodao.

"Are you trying to tell me that a mother would actually poison her own daughter?"

Liang Jingxing stared at him and asked sharply.

"This ......"

Kang Chao couldn't answer, and he was extremely embarrassed.

You say that if you are a biological mother, how can you do it to your own children?

If not her, who could it be,

Because there is only one bullet hole in the glass, it is definitely not the gun fired by the murderer of Cheng Qing.

In that case, who is the murderer?

"No...... That's her...... That's ...... her."

Cheng Anle's whole body was trembling, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Who?"

Kang Chao asked.

"Peace!"

An anxious call came from outside the door.

"Blue ...... Blue leaves? ”

She said as if she had suddenly woken up from a nightmare.

"Let her in."

Seeing this, Liang Jingxing immediately asked the police guarding the door to let Lan Ye in.

"Anle, Anle, you're okay!"

Blue leaves were like a gust of wind, blowing to her side at once, hugging her with concern.

"Blue Leaves...... She's she, she's dead...... My mom she's ...... My mom she's ...... Dead ......"

Cheng Anle's face showed breathless sadness,

It doesn't look like it's pretended.

Liang Jingxing secretly labeled her in his heart.

"It's all right...... It's okay, there's the police...... Easy! What's wrong with your legs?! ”

Lan Ye comforted her while checking to see if there were any wounds on her body.