"Are you so sure that Deng Qingrong will do what she says? Have you met or dealt with each other before?" Ning Shuyi asked.

"No, but I know that I was adopted by my parents, and my face looks so similar to Deng Qingrong, I'm afraid no one will believe me if I have nothing to do with her."

Zhang Guanghui smiled bitterly: "Actually, if I ask my parents about this, they will definitely tell me, but I don't plan to ask, they will definitely be worried after asking, they are so old, there is no need."

As she spoke, she subconsciously wrung her hands, and the skin of both hands was twisted red and she didn't realize it, and sighed heavily.

Ning Shuyi was about to speak, the bedroom door was opened from the outside, and Zhang Guanghui's mother, the skinny old lady, stood at the door, looking at the room with a worried face.

Zhang Guanghui was taken aback, and hurriedly jumped up and rushed to the door: "Mom! Didn't I say don't bother us! Why are you here again?"

The old lady sighed, took her hand and patted the back of her daughter's hand: "You child! This is a problem since I was a child! If you don't tell the head of the family about anything, you have to carry it by yourself!

Until you can't bear it anymore, you won't open your mouth to me and your dad!"

"Mom, did you hear ......?" As soon as Zhang Guanghui heard her mother's words, her eyes immediately turned red, "Don't worry, it's useless for Deng Qingrong to say anything!" In my life, I have decided that you and my dad are my parents, and no one else should think of me to bargain!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Zhang's mother reached out to help her daughter wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and touched her hair again, "Just for such a thing, torture yourself like this, do you say you are a stupid child!"

If she wants you to recognize her, then you will! We don't mind! As long as she doesn't mess with you, anything!

But if she makes some non-trivial demands that will be difficult for you, you can tell me and your dad! The two of us used to be the same townspeople as their family, and who doesn't know who! If you dare to embarrass my daughter, we will definitely not spare her family!"

"Auntie, why don't you come in and sit down." Ning Shuyi smiled at Zhang's mother and gestured into the room, "I was afraid that you two would be afraid, so I hid it from you. :

In fact, we are not Zhang Guanghui's colleagues, we are police officers from the criminal police team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we came to learn something about Deng Qingrong.

Since you and Deng Qingrong are fellow villagers and seem to know some things about her, can you please stay and talk about it together?"

Zhang's mother didn't really hear it outside the door, but it was someone from the school who understood why her daughter was sick for so long or something, and her daughter told the fact that she was entangled by Deng Qingrong, but she didn't expect the other party to be a policeman, which really scared her.

But when Zhang's mother, who was still a little hesitant to enter the house, heard that the other party was a policeman, she didn't hesitate at all, and immediately came in with Zhang Guanghui, took her daughter's hand and sat down together at the end of the bed.

"Actually, you don't have to worry that Deng Qingrong will bother you again." Ning Shuyi and Huo Yan exchanged glances, "Because Deng Qingrong is dead."

"What?" When Zhang Guanghui heard this, she suddenly stood up again from the side of the bed, her face full of surprise, "Really?"

It is estimated that her performance made Zhang's mother feel a little inappropriate, so she hurriedly gently pulled her next to her and motioned for her to sit down. Zhang Guanghui also realized that his reaction was a little out of shape, and hurriedly sat down again: "I'm sorry, it stands to reason that I shouldn't show that kind of emotion.

But recently, Deng Qingrong has really harassed me a lot, made my life a mess, and suffered a lot of mental torture, so I was relieved to think that she would not torture me anymore in the future.

You can think that I am cold-blooded and tasteless, but think about it from another perspective, if your biological mother abandoned you from birth, ignored you for so many years, regardless of your life or death, and found out that you have grown up and lived well, and then ran back to threaten you, so that you have to pay for her pension, what will you be?

What a mood!

Those who can repay grievances with virtue and do not hold grudges are saints, I am a layman, I don't have such a broad mind, I can't be so generous."

"Deng Qingrong, how did she die? Why are you looking for our family Huihui for this?" Zhang's mother and daughter's reactions were completely different, after she heard the news, she was a little surprised at first, and then she became worried again, after Zhang Guanghui finished speaking, she was busy asking Ning Shuyi and Huo Yan.

"Deng Qingrong lives in seclusion on weekdays, and has not had much contact with the outside world, and the cause of the murder is still under investigation, so we need to visit all the people who have a relationship with her and have been in contact with her recently, to see if we can find any valuable clues." Ning Shuyi put it more tactfully.

When Mother Zhang heard this, although she still grabbed Zhang Guanghui's hand a little nervously, she was at least a little relaxed.

"Didn't you hide your adoption of Zhang Guanghui from her?" Huo Yan asked Zhang's mother.

Zhang Mu sighed and nodded: "How can this kind of thing be hidden! Even if we don't say it, we may not know how the child will know it when he is older, and he will have to be stimulated when the time comes, so it is better for us to be honest.

When I was in elementary school, Huihui School had a physical examination, and when the results of the physical examination came back, the child asked us why her blood type was not like her father or mother, and we thought it was a more suitable opportunity, so we told her about it."

"Why did Deng Qingrong hand over her daughter to you to raise back then?" Ning Shuyi asked.

Zhang's mother shook her head: "She didn't hand it over to us, it was the child we took the initiative to "pick up" ourselves."

When she said this, not only Ning Shuyi and Huo Yan's expressions were a little confused, but even Zhang Guanghui, who had already known about the identity that he was not his own, was also puzzled.

"Mom, what do you mean by picking up children?" She asked Zhang's mother.

Mother Zhang sighed: "It's been thirty years since I told anyone about this, and I haven't mentioned it to you.

Although I told your dad that you were our adopted child, I don't want you to think that your biological mother is not such a thing......

Zhang Guanghui snorted coldly: "Now there is no need to say that I have seen it too."

"The dead are great, and the people are gone, so don't talk angry." Zhang's mother shook her head and motioned for her daughter to pay attention to her words.

"Can you tell us about that year?" Ning Shuyi asked Zhang's mother.