"So, we still haven't figured out how Yue Guangping lost his gun?" Yang Mei was sitting cross-legged in the back seat with her hair tied up. She was eating Hainan Chicken Rice while snoring.
"Meimei, you're a big girl now. Can you pay attention to your table manners?" Yan Ji rubbed his forehead and turned around from the front passenger seat. His face was full of love and helplessness. "Look at you, an unmarried girl. You don't even know your table manners. You have green onions in your teeth, and your hair is about to fall into the rice. Aren't you greasy?"
"Can I get married if I pay attention to my table manners?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes.
Yan Ji said, "Why not? Dad will give you a cottage, a tricycle, and 888 yuan in cash …"
Yang Mei immediately leaned toward the driver's seat. "Brother Jiang! Let's live together. The Yan family is bankrupt! "
Yan Ji quickly pushed her to the back seat. "Go away. Dad has changed his mind. I've decided to let you stay at home for the rest of your life!"
Jiang Ting calmly looked ahead, turning a deaf ear to everything that was happening around her. The car sped forward along the highway.
Xi Hanxiang, 62 years old, lived in Gaorong County's Yue Village No. 2.
Gaorong County was not too far from Gongzhou. It took three hours to drive to Yue Village. They arrived at the entrance of the village near dinner time.
Qi Sihao couldn't ask for leave from the meeting today. He had to pretend to be calm, but in fact, he was scared out of his wits. Only the three of them went to Yue Village. It was a sparsely populated village. Because it was close to the big city, Gongzhou, most of the young and strong people, especially the women, had gone out to work. Most of the newly built houses in the village were empty. Most of them were the elderly and the children who stayed behind.
They were used to criminal investigation work. They knew that if one or two strangers appeared in a small place, it would be strange. If three strangers appeared at the same time, the news would spread from one end of the village to the other. Therefore, after some discussion, they decided to leave Yang Mei, who was wearing high heels and bright red lips, in the car. Only Jiang Stops, who was wearing sunglasses, and Yan Ji, who was carrying gifts, cigarettes, and alcohol, to their destination on foot.
Previously, Qi Sihao had found out the specific address from the local police station. Xi Hanxiang's house was a small three-story building with white walls. It had a very distinct style of a self-built villa in the countryside. The foundation was laid with large stones and covered with cement. The entire building did not pay much attention to the exterior, but it looked quite new. There was a child wearing a red sweater playing by the door. When he saw Yan Ji walking over, he sniffed his nose out of curiosity.
"Come here!" Yan Ji waved at him. "Come here and call me uncle. I'll give you candy!"
The child wiped his hands on his pants and ran down the steps. Yan Ji took out a pack of imported chocolates from the gift bag and threw it to him. He pointed at the white wall and asked, "Are your parents here?"
The child ran back like an arrow, "Jia Jia — Grandfather —!"
Yan Ji did not understand. "What?"
Jiang Stops said, "Grandfather and Grandmother. Xi Hanxiang should be his grandmother. "
The child slipped through the door like a loach. After a short while, the wooden door opened again. A dark-skinned woman with a square face poked half of her body out. She glanced at the two of them in confusion. "… You are …"
Yan Ji blocked Jiang Stops with half of his body. He stepped forward and took out his police badge from his pocket.
"Sorry, Aunt Xi." Although his actions were tough, his words were very gentle and polite. "We used to work under Yue Guangping. We have some things to ask you about Yue Guangping."
Five minutes later, in the living room on the first floor.
"My daughter and her husband have both gone to the city to work. Only the old man and I are at home, busy with work and taking care of the child." Xi Hanxiang sat coldly on the sofa and pushed the gift bag back to Yan Ji. "I won't accept the gift. If you have something to say, ask quickly. I'm still busy."
Obviously, she was not cooperating.
"…" Yan Ji and Jiang Stops looked at each other. The latter was still wearing sunglasses indoors. He shook his head slightly at him.
"Cough, it's like this." Yan Ji was very experienced in interrogating suspects, but in the face of a woman in her sixties who was full of hostility and seemed to be very combative, he felt inexplicably uncertain. So, he cleared his throat. "We heard that you worked in Yue Guangping's home for eight or nine years. Is that true?"
The woman spat out a word. "Yes."
"Then you should know Yue Guangping quite well?"
"Not really."
"… Do you know the cause of Yue Guangping's death?"
As Yan Ji expected, Xi Hanxiang's expression changed subtly when faced with this question.
"Heart disease." Her throat moved up and down as if she was defending herself. She asked stiffly, "Isn't it normal for old people of our age to have heart and blood pressure problems? Why? He's already buried. Can you still pull him out for an autopsy? "
She was indeed the nanny of the Director of the Public Security Bureau. When she spoke, she had a set of words.
But Yan Ji did not take the bait. He just nodded and repeated, "Heart disease."
Xi Hanxiang rolled her eyes and folded her strong arms.
"Then, do you know anything about Yue Guangping's interpersonal relationships when he was alive? Male juniors who were particularly close to him, such as the son of a comrade, the nephew who came from his hometown to seek refuge, or … "Yan Ji stared at her face, not missing any micro-expression changes. He slowly emphasized each word." Illegitimate children? "
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