Chapter 416: Really Died Because of a Fairy Tale?
I ordered takeout and sent it to the police station, and asked if she had eaten it all except herself, and it seemed that she had missed it.
Back at the police station, Ling Xiyan ate first, because of the fever, his appetite was also affected.
A bowl of noodles that can be easily eaten usually, Ling Xiyan really can't eat it after a few bites. But I still forced myself to drink a soup, after all, this can be a little faster.
At this time, in the interrogation room, there was already another interrogation, of course, waiting for this person's wound to be treated.
Ling Xiyan caused a lot of wounds, but fortunately, Lu Ke didn't have much to do, and there was no situation of being a scoundrel.
did not encounter such a situation, which was enough to make Chen Qing breathe a sigh of relief, and Yang Yao also asked curiously.
Chen Qing said that some people are actually very scoundrels, and it is their fault at all, but they can hold on to people. Now they are a police station, a place dedicated to dealing with more serious cases, not dealing with disputes between families.
In the local police station before, Chen Qing had seen some drunk, very scoundrel people.
But what can they do about such people? If you can't beat or scold, you can't deal with it.
Fortunately, there will be no such people here, otherwise, their workload will increase exponentially.
So Chen Qing said that in fact, it was a lucky situation to encounter Lu Ke.
Ling Xiyan came over after eating, her face was red, and she looked very abnormal, and Lu Ke was also looking at this person. It was this person who kicked himself away, something Lu Ke could never forget.
The most important thing is that this person seems to still have a fever, and such a person has subdued himself so easily.
For Lu Ke, this kind of understanding is definitely not anything, a very good experience.
Ling Xiyan opened his eyes hard: "Haven't asked yet?" Are your injuries all taken care of? β
Chen Qing nodded, frowning and looking at her: "You better rest, we can just ask here." β
The fingerprint comparison has been carried out by Yang Yao, and the DNA comparison will be available immediately. The results came out, and someone was found at the scene of the crime, even if this person opened a hundred mouths, there was no way to justify it. What's more, Ling Xiyan saw it with his own eyes, this person did it to Teacher Huang, and I have to say that this person's behavior is already quite extreme. Of course, people who are not extremely behaving cannot do such things.
Ling Xiyan shook his head and cleared himself up: "I'm fine, I also want to participate in the inquiry." Lu Ke, I know that your mother wrote fairy tales, but of course she committed suicide due to the pressure of life. β
"I don't understand, since your mother likes fairy tales, why does she hate fairy tales so much when she comes to you?"
has a mother who writes fairy tales, Lu Ke's childhood should be very rich and colorful.
After all, fairy tales may be heard the same by others, but what Lu Ke hears is completely different.
Not to mention this matter, Lu Ke's mood is still very peaceful, and as soon as he talks about this, Lu Ke becomes excited.
Lu Ke was very angry: "I don't have such thoughts, I don't think there is anything good about my mother writing fairy tales." It was because this group of people didn't like fairy tales that no one read her books that she died like this. β
Chen Qing felt very entangled, listening to this person and looking at Ling Xiyan, Ling Xiyan looked very tired.
Ling Xiyan shook his head, and then Yang Yao felt that a different kind of atmosphere appeared here.
Yang Yao looked at Ling Xiyan in horror, how could he be so dignified and still enter the state of wearing a mask like this?
Ling Xiyan took it out on the table, and Li Li gave her the information: "Your mother, died because of stress?" β
"I don't think so, you were still young at the time, and when you saw all this, you naturally found it difficult to accept. But no matter what, whether your mother's death was affected by fairy tales or not, and whether these people like fairy tales or not, has nothing to do with it. β
Ling Xiyan looked at Lu Ke over there: "You actually don't like fairy tales at all, so you do this, right?" β
Lu Ke took a deep breath: "The fairy tale killed my mother, how can I still like it?" β
"How can this group of people be so naΓ―ve, such a big person, and still like these ethereal and simple things."
In fact, at this time, Lu Ke also realized that Ling Xiyan's feeling at this moment was completely different from before.
Chen Qing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and he also felt inexplicable, how could he be so decent, this person suddenly changed? Of course, there are some worries, after all, this is not a very good phenomenon, which means that the situation may be unstable.
Or maybe Ling Xiyan's body is really very uncomfortable at this moment, so it will become the current situation.
No matter which one it is, it is very worrying, but Chen Qing also knows that it is useless to say anything at this time.
"What the hell do you do? Where is the animal that bit Yuan Ling to death now? β
Lu Ke was silent for a while before he roughly said what he wanted to say, including the course of the case.
In Lu Ke's view, if he was caught, then everything would be over. And because he was caught now, Lu Ke was already a failure in the strict sense, and he still lost to reality.
Lu Ke's mother committed suicide when Lu Ke was relatively young, which was a big blow to Lu Ke.
After all, when he was a child, for Lu Ke, his gentle storytelling mother was so impressed.
In the eyes of the young Lu Ke, his mother is like his own sky, so powerful.
Mother's fairy tales have always been accompanied by Lu Ke to sleep, the best medicine, he feels very happy.
Lu Ke's mother likes fairy tales very much and likes to write fairy tales, but after all, there are very few people who read fairy tales, and there are not many people who like them, so it is very difficult to sell them. Lu Ke always saw his mother's troubled face, which he didn't understand at the time.
Until one day, my mother came back in despair, saying that the publishing house no longer used her story.
Lu Ke felt very pity, but he still accompanied his mother, he knew that his mother must be very sad.
But Lu Ke also knew that his mother was a strong woman, and there would definitely be no problems.
Unexpectedly, when I came home from school, I saw my mother hanging in her bedroom.
At that time, Lu Ke saw his mother's bruised face, and suddenly felt so terrifying, just like those fairy tales on the table, which made people shudder. Later, for a long time, Lu Ke couldn't sleep well.