Ding Ning did not go directly to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to see Anival. Instead, he asked the taxi driver to drive the car to a remote street, got out, and turned into an alley nearby.
A car without any logo slowly stopped on the side of the road. Before the car stopped, Chen Xiaolu hurriedly jumped out of the car and ran into the alley.
"Who are you? Why are you following me? "
Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the alley, she was strangled by a strong arm and heard the cold voice of the young doctor.
"Uh …"
Chen Xiaolu's face turned red because of the strong sense of suffocation. She did not try to resist, but struggled to take out the reporter's card from her pocket and showed it to him.
"Reporter?"
Ding Ning realized that he had made a misunderstanding. He quickly let go of his hand and looked at Chen Xiaolu, who was gasping for fresh air. Without any apology, he asked, "Why are you following me?"
"I want to do an exclusive interview with you."
Chen Xiaolu bit her lip, glared at Ding Ning with some reproach, and said generously.
Ding Ning frowned and turned to walk out. "I'm not interested."
"It won't take up too much of your time. You saved that police hero. I think this is a very good piece of news material. The saying that good wine fears no dark alley is no longer popular. You have such good medical skills. If you don't do good publicity, it will be difficult for you to become famous."
Chen Xiaolu did not give up and followed him, trying to entice him.
"Sorry, I'm very busy and have no time for an interview. Don't follow me anymore."
Although Chen Xiaolu was very good-looking, Ding Ning was not in the mood to deal with her now. He did not expect what happened to Anival. Feeling annoyed, he stopped a taxi and left.
"Xiaolu, is he not willing to accept the interview? What should we do? Do we still follow him? "
Liu An, the cameraman who also worked as a driver, saw Chen Xiaolu return to the car with a gloomy face and asked with some concern.
"Follow him. If he doesn't accept the interview, we can follow him. Humph, I don't believe that there is a person that I, Chen Xiaolu, can't interview."
Chen Xiaolu waved her pink fist and said in high fighting spirit.
"Okay, then sit tight."
Liu An looked at the girl who was the same age as his daughter dotingly. He stepped on the accelerator and continued to follow behind the taxi.
Although this girl had just started working not long ago, she had a tenacity that refused to admit defeat and was extremely good at capturing news. She definitely had the potential to become a gold medal reporter.
Before they had even traveled a kilometer, the car swayed and stopped by the roadside. Liu An got out of the car and looked at the shriveled rear wheel with a bitter smile.
"Uncle Liu, what happened?"
Chen Xiaolu poked her head out of the window and asked anxiously.
Liu An shrugged and said helplessly, "A flat tire. I have to change to a spare tire."
Chen Xiaolu hurriedly jumped out of the car, picked up the interview bag and carried it on her back. She stopped a taxi and said, "Then I'll go chase after him first. You can take your time changing."
"Alright."
Liu An shrugged his shoulders speechlessly. He watched as Chen Xiaolu got into a taxi and drove away. He bitterly opened the trunk, took out a spare tire and a jack, and began to change the tire.
"Uncle, please follow the taxi in front."
Chen Xiaolu got in the car and said to the driver while pointing at the taxi whose taillights were almost out of sight.
"What? Are you a policeman? "
The driver immediately became energetic and asked with a gossipy face. However, the car was moving slowly and did not seem to speed up at all.
Chen Xiaolu rolled her eyes, touched her belly, and said bitterly, "No, my husband is sitting in the car in front. I'm already three months pregnant, but he still doesn't come home all day. I suspect that he has a mistress outside, so I decided to follow him. Uncle, please follow me closely, but don't let him find out."
"I don't know what's wrong with young people nowadays. They don't even know how to cherish such a good wife. None of the mistresses outside are sincere. Don't worry, leave it to me. I hate mistresses who destroy other people's families."
The driver looked at Chen Xiaolu's delicate little face full of grievance. He immediately stepped on the accelerator with righteous indignation and began to race.
Ding Ning, who was sitting in the taxi in front, was speechless. This girl really tried her best to interview him. She even made up the lie that her husband had a mistress.
Well, although he wanted to do the same thing and continue to burst the tires, he was really afraid that he would cause a traffic accident when he saw the driver with a sense of justice speeding up.
Well, if she wanted to follow, then let her follow. Anyway, he would not accept the interview. She could not force him to talk, could she?
Ding Ning shook his head and did not care about her anymore. He was thinking about how to help Anival clear his crime.
In fact, he had already used his phone on Li Mingrui. Even if Anival hadn't done anything, Li Mingrui wouldn't have lived for more than three days. He had kept him alive so that the police could get some evidence out of him.
But he did not expect that Anival would do something to Li Mingrui at this time. If he went to jail because of this, it would be too much of a loss for Anival.
Ding Ning could not help but feel a burst of heartache when he thought of Celine's tearful face when she got the news. Although she was crying for Anival, he was not jealous at all.
After all, they were husband and wife. Even if they were fake, Anival's indulgence and love for her for so many years was not fake. It was only right that Celine shed tears for him. Otherwise, he would have suspected that Celine had a heart of stone.
At the entrance of the city police station, Celine and Anival's family, including Diba who had changed his appearance, were waiting with a worried frown.
Anival's father kept muttering, "Could it be a mistake? Why would Anival kill someone? He has been timid since he was young. He doesn't even dare to kill a chicken. How would he dare to kill someone? "
Anival's mother's eyes were swollen from crying. She said in a hoarse voice, "There must be a mistake. Anival and Li Mingrui have no relationship at all. Why would he kill him?"
"Sigh! My friend at the police station told me that Anival did kill someone and was caught red-handed. I really don't understand why this child would kill Li Mingrui for no reason. "
Celine's father hung up the phone. He lit a cigarette with a gloomy face and said with a worried frown.
"Celine, does Anival have a grudge against Li Mingrui?"
Celine's mother also could not figure out how her son-in-law would have any relationship with Li Mingrui. She looked at Celine whose eyes were red and swollen like peaches.
"I don't know. I've never heard him say that he has any relationship with Li Mingrui."
Celine sobbed and wiped her tears. She said with a blank face.
"That's strange. Since they have no relationship at all, why would Anival want to kill Li Mingrui? It doesn't make sense. Is there any misunderstanding?"
Celine's father said in puzzlement.
"Don't make wild guesses. When Doctor Ding comes and sees Anival, we will know."
Anival's father was a man after all. Although he was extremely flustered, he managed to keep his mind. He lit a cigarette with red eyes. His tall and burly body was hunched at the moment as if he had aged decades in an instant.
Anival's mother wiped her tears and sobbed softly under the comfort of Celine's mother.
The taxi stopped by the roadside and Ding Ning got out.
Anival's father threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. He quickly walked up to him. "Doctor Ding, thank you."
"Uncle, don't mention it. No one wants such a thing to happen. The police have agreed to let me see Anival, but only two people are allowed to see him. You can discuss it. Who will go in with me?"
Ding Ning did not care about small talk and said directly.
Anival's parents' lips moved. Although they were very eager to see their son, they subconsciously looked at Celine when they thought that Celine was Anival's wife.
Celine bit her lower lip and glanced at the four old people. She took a deep breath and said, "I'll go."
The four elders had no objections. Anival's mother held Celine's hand in tears, hoping for a fluke. She asked her to tell Anival that the family had hired the best lawyer and would definitely clear his name.
Xilin nodded solemnly in agreement, but she knew that it was useless, because Ding Ning had already told her that according to the information from the police, this time Anival disguised himself as a doctor and deliberately murdered Li Mingrui in front of the police. It was almost impossible for him to get away with it.
In the interrogation room, Anival was fixed on the interrogation chair with handcuffs. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were blood scabs on the corners of his mouth. The corners of his eyes were bruised and swollen. His head drooped as if he had lost his spirit. He looked extremely haggard and did not have the high-spirited look he had when they first met.
Looking at his dispirited look, Celine covered her mouth and sobbed in a low voice. Her tears flowed uncontrollably like a flood that had opened the floodgates.
Ding Ning frowned and felt a little annoyed. After receiving the news, he immediately told the police to take care of Anival, but he was obviously beaten up. He asked with a gloomy face, "Did they beat you?"
Anival raised his head blankly and shook his head at Ding Ning with a bitter smile. "No, it's a scar left by the police when I killed Li Mingrui."
Ding Ning breathed a sigh of relief. If that was the case, it made him feel much better.
No matter what, he and Celine had gotten together. He still felt very guilty towards Anival, Xilin's husband in name. It would make him feel better if he could help him as much as he could.
He lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Anival's mouth. He pulled a chair and sat opposite him. "Tell me, what happened? You have no relationship with Li Mingrui. Why did you kill him? Is there some kind of misunderstanding? "
"There's no misunderstanding. I did it. I just wanted to kill him."
Anival took a deep drag on the cigarette. After exhaling the smoke, he looked at Ding Ning calmly and said.
"There must be a motive to kill? What is your motive? "
Ding Ning stared into his eyes and asked.
Unfortunately, Anival's eyes were calm. He looked like he had accepted his fate. "Anyway, he has been killed. It doesn't matter what the motive is."
"Are you crazy, Anival? Why do you want to kill him? Li Mingrui can't escape this time. Even if you don't kill him, he will stay in prison until he dies. What you did is equivalent to dying with him. Is it really worth it? "
Xilin looked at Anival with a complicated gaze and complained in exasperation at his failure to live up to her expectations.
Anival looked at Celine's worried look. There was a touch of gentleness in his eyes. He grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile, "Some grudges are not as satisfying as taking revenge with your own hands."
"Grudge? You have no relationship with Li Mingrui at all? Where did the grudge come from? "
Celine asked in bewilderment. This was also what everyone did not understand.
"You will know in the future."
Unfortunately, Anival only said perfunctorily. He was not willing to say more even if he was beaten to death.
A hint of worry appeared in Ding Ning's eyes. He stared seriously into Anival's eyes and said, "Anival, tell me the real reason. Only then can we help you."
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