3. Apartment 699 (3)

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The roadblocks at the scene of the accident had already been cleared, the rain stopped at dawn, and the sun even came out.

Xue Xuanqing, who had been busy all night, stood on the street and was restless. She had dialed Zong Ying's number more than a dozen times.

unprecedented.

So she gave up dialing Zongying's mobile phone and called her dormitory - no one answered; finally she dialed apartment 699, the phone rang "beep...beep...beep...", just when she was about to hang up, The beeping on the other side of the phone stopped abruptly, replaced by the movement of picking up the phone——

Her temples throbbed suddenly, and she scolded when she opened her mouth: "Cana! Is it Fah that you are dizzy with heat? It is Fah that you deliberately shut down?!"

But there was a young male voice on the phone, mildly responding to her anger: "Hello, who do you need to find? I can record it for you."

Unfamiliar and unusual.

She repeatedly stared at the display on the screen - it was clearly the landline of Apartment 699.

Over there, he asked again kindly: "Which one are you looking for?"

Xue Xuanqing's heart seemed to be drenched in a barrel of oil immediately, and she turned back in earnest: "Who are you?! Ask Zong Ying to answer the phone!"

It was 5:58 in the morning when the "click" hung up over there.

The rapid "beep beep" sounded, Xue Xuanqing was stunned, and when he dialed again, it only indicated that the line was busy - the other party had left the telephone receiver vacant.

At 5:58 in the morning, it was also the moment when Zong Ying returned to Apartment 699 and found the key to open the door.

After being hung up inexplicably, Xue Xuanqing was stunned in place for a while, then pulled back the dark rain hat and brushed back the wet hair on his forehead, revealing a face full of anxiety.

Xiao Zheng, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, said, "Mr. Xue, let's go to have breakfast first." Seeing that she didn't answer, he suggested, "Is it good to eat raw fried rice?"

Where is Xue Xuanqing in the mood to eat breakfast, he took out the car key and threw it to Xiao Zheng: "You go back to the bureau first, and I'll find Zong Ying."

In the morning after the rain, the traffic flowed non-stop, and the voices were full of people.

At 6:10, Xue Xuanqing squeezed onto the subway to No. 699, and Zong Ying sat up from the sofa.

She listened with bated breath for a while, except for the sound of the old-fashioned clock, there was no other movement in the room, so she lowered her head and opened the coffee table cabinet, dragged out the aluminum alloy investigation box, unlocked it with a click, put on latex gloves, took a physical evidence bottle, and put it in the mug. Put the warm water into it, open the evidence bag at the same time, put in the mug, and seal it.

Zong Ying immediately got up and walked to the kitchen. The semi-open space was neat and tidy, and there was an electric kettle on the counter.

The finger pads are attached to the surface of the kettle, and the temperature is between 45 and 50 degrees Celsius. Judging from experience, the act of boiling water occurs within 20 minutes, which means that this person is still at her house at 5:00 in the morning. .

The rest of the kitchen was almost untouched. Zong Ying opened the trash can and found a milk carton inside, which was already empty. She picked it out, and the production date on the seal was marked 2015-07-21, which was the milk that was filled the day before yesterday.

After checking the kitchen, Zong Ying went into the bedroom to look for clues, but found nothing.

She turned and went upstairs. There was only one small room upstairs, which was used as a guest room on weekdays, but she hardly entertained outsiders. She didn't clean it for a long time. There was a thin layer of ash on the doorknob, but the doorknob in front of her was wiped. Very bright.

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The hand in the latex glove carefully grasped the doorknob, intending to open the door, but couldn't move at all—

The door is locked.

Zong Ying has never had the habit of locking the door.

She patiently extracted the fingerprints on the handle, and went downstairs to check the doors and windows one by one - there was no sign of being pryed, and the other party probably had the key to her house.

Yes, the key.

Zong Ying turned on the hall light in the entrance hall and opened the top floor of the chest of drawers. A bunch of spare keys were missing, and she also lost some money - the change she usually used to pay for takeout.

However, there was an envelope next to the box, and beside the envelope was a black umbrella that had been dried and folded.

Before she could take it out, the door was slammed loudly. Xue Xuanqing panted and said loudly, "Hurry up and open the door, or I'll call someone to smash it if you don't!"

Zong Ying stepped forward to open the door, and faced two bursts of chestnuts in a row: "Turn off at home! Shut down at home!"

"Forgot to charge." Zong Ying looked calm.

"You are on purpose!" When Xue Xuanqing saw her, most of her original worries and anger had disappeared, but she frowned again when she glanced at her gloves: "What are you doing?"

"Strengthen business skills." Zong Ying answered seriously.

"Bullshit, is there a burglar in your house?" She stepped forward and waved Zong Ying away, and when she entered the house, she saw the open investigation box: "You won't call the police. What can the physical evidence extracted like this prove?"

Zong Ying couldn't answer, she intuitively told her that this matter must not be a simple burglary, but she didn't want to explain it to anyone at the moment.

"Anything to lose?"

Zong Ying didn't answer, Xue Xuanqing turned around and stared at her.

The two were about the same height, and they stayed up all night, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were half a catty.

"Forget it." After a moment of confrontation, Xue Xuanqing gave up: "You don't want to tell me at all, I won't ask."

As she spoke, she took out the cigarette case, took two cigarettes, and handed one to Zong Ying: "What time do you arrive home?"

"It's almost six o'clock." Zong Ying took the cigarette and replied.

She remembered very clearly that when she lay down on the sofa, the clock at home rang six times.

"Then I have to tell you—" Xue Xuanqing turned on the phone and showed the call record to Zongying: "At 5:57, I called the landline here, and it was a man who answered the call. At 5:58, He hung up suddenly."

"What did he say?"

After an overworked brain tried to recall, Xue Xuanqing replied, "Hello, who do you need to find? I can record it for you."

Zong Ying narrowed his eyelids, but said, "The tone is strange, it doesn't look like a thief, maybe it's a string."

Xue Xuanqing shook his head: "It's not right anyway, but you have to deal with your own affairs."

After she finished speaking, she finally took out the lighter and tried to light the cigarette, but it still failed to ignite. The anxiety was intensifying, she turned her head and went straight to the kitchen, unscrewed the gas stove to borrow a fire, took a deep breath, and finally got to the point.

Xue Xuanqing spoke next to the channel: "The scene you pushed to me in the middle of the night, guess who the perpetrator is?"

Zong Ying took off the latex gloves, sat back on the sofa, and picked up the unlit cigarette again: "You might as well tell me directly."

"Xing Xueyi."

Zong Ying paused for a moment as he slowly turned the cigarette.

"Uncle Zong Yu, right?" Xue Xuanqing let out a smoke ring and sighed again: "Zong Yu was in the same car with him. He was seriously injured and needed blood to be admitted to the hospital. Their family called you to go." She finished her inference, lips Side raised a hint of coldness: "I only think of you when I need it, forgive me for not showing the slightest sincerity and concern."

Zong Ying put down his cigarette and clasped his hands together: "Don't talk about this."

"Then tell you something else." Xue Xuanqing flicked the ash in the pool, "What do you want to hear?"

"live situation."

Xue Xuanqing took another puff of cigarette, and frowned back to her: "The vehicle lost control and collided with three other vehicles in the tunnel, and finally hit the concrete wall, the front of the car almost crashed, Xing Xueyi died on the spot, and Zong Yu was behind the car. , I was lucky enough to save my life."

"that's it?"

"Two adults died and two were slightly injured." Xue Xuanqing said without any emotion in her voice, but narrowed her eyes in the smoke: "Xing Xueyi's death fits the characteristics of a car accident death, but there is something else." She suddenly Turning around and opening the thick curtains, the summer morning light poured in, Zong Ying subconsciously tilted his head to avoid it.

"Watch the news yourself."

Xue Xuanqing called out the headlines and threw the phone over.

Zong Ying lowered his head to browse, and some keywords popped out——

"Serial car accident, Xing Mou, head of Xinxi Pharmaceutical Research Institute, Zong Mou, senior son of Xinxi Pharmaceutical, suspected drug discovery in the car, blocked news, refused to be interviewed, a pregnant woman, and a man died on the spot."

Scrolling down, there are a series of pictures, including the scene of the accident, the scene of the first aid, the photos of the family members... and herself, who is blocking her profile.

Zong Ying snapped his thumb on the picture and raised his head, just in line with Xue Xuanqing's line of sight.

"Will you block it? What's the use of only blocking your face?" Xue Xuanqing turned on the faucet and put out the cigarette butt in the sink: "Just with that series of sirens, you will be stripped to the bottom in minutes. In this world, it is better to have less than one thing, do you understand?"

Zong Ying clicked on the comment area, and a series of doubts and speculations were all in the posture of reasoning with his sleeves up.

She asked, "What was the reason for the accidental car getting out of control?"

"The possibility of mechanical failure is very small, and nine times out of ten it is human factors."

He asked again: "Is 'discovering drugs' true or false?"

"Suspicious objects were found in Xing Xueyi's bag, and it has been sent for inspection. As for whether he is driving under the influence of drugs, we have to wait for further test reports." Xue Xuanqing paused and said, "I heard that Xinxi has a new drug to be launched recently. At this point, The drug research institute broke the scandal of drug use, and it is estimated that there will be no good days in the future."

Zong Ying closed the news page, and Xue Xuanqing took the electric kettle directly because her throat was dry and thirsty.

She took out a cup and filled it with warm water, Zong Ying suddenly raised her head, and her tone suddenly became excited: "Don't drink that!"

Xue Xuanqing ignored her and raised her head to drink water.

Zong Ying failed to persuade her, Huo Di got up, went forward to grab the cup in her hand, took the kettle, and poured all the water into the pool.

"Nong is crazy!" Xue Xuanqing yelled at her.

Zong Ying didn't explain and didn't say much. He opened the refrigerator door and gave her a well-packaged can of tea, and even opened the pull ring for her.

Because the wound that had been re-opened with force began to ooze blood again, Xue Xuanqing noticed that her palms were covered with bandages.

Zong Ying withdrew his hand, glanced at the time, and said, "It's getting late, you have to go back to the bureau to hand over. I have to avoid this case, I'll take care of you."

Xue Xuanqing had nothing to say. She took out the wallet from her pocket and handed it to Zong Ying, only to say, "Don't lose it again."

Zong Ying responded, returned the phone to her, and sent her out.

They had already left the door to get into the elevator, when Xue Xuanqing suddenly turned around and said, "Zong Ying—" But she thought about it and let it go.

Zong Ying stood at the door and nodded earnestly.

Watching her leave, Zong Ying closed the door, opened the drawer again, took out the envelope from the wooden box, and poured out a booklet and a piece of letter paper.

She spreads the letter, which reads—

"Miss Zong:

"It is very presumptuous to leave a letter to you. You must be troubled by some things. If you have time and agree, please stay in the apartment for a while. We will meet again at ten o'clock in the evening and discuss in detail at that time.

"May you not be alarmed, I wish you good health and joy, and everything goes well.

"Sheng Qingrang, on the morning of the 23rd."

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