Repercussions

Chapter 1: The Big Pit-2

"So, when was the last time you guys saw her?" Wrendon asked.

"For the Qingming Festival, she went home for three days." Xia mother replied.

"What's wrong with her mood?"

"As usual, there was talking and laughing and singing."

Asked further, they shook their heads again, as if that was the only action they knew. They live in her fictions, and they speak intelligently about anything that happened in Beijing, and they are largely baffled by anything that happened in the city. They seem to suffer from psychological farsightedness. Psychological farsightedness is reality blindness, and they prove once again that the closer you are the less you actually know, just as the nose doesn't know the eyes and the eyes don't know the eyelashes.

"Last question, do you guys know Xu Shanchuan?"

"I don't know." They spoke in unison, as if scrambling for answers.

Surveillance shows that at 17:15 on the day of the crime, Xia Bingqing took a green cab from the front gate of the Mid-Levels neighborhood and left. At 17:43, the cab appeared in front of the Blue Lake Hotel. Xia Bingqing got off the car and entered the hotel, sat down in the lobby bar in front of the floor to ceiling glass in front of the lake, ordered a cup of coffee, asked for a dessert, sat for more than an hour, during which time from time to time to look down to check the cell phone, more than a dozen times to look left and right, three times a long time to stare at the glass outside the woods. She seemed to be waiting for someone, for whom? She waited until a quarter to nineteen, then checked out of the hotel and headed left, toward the lakeside walkway. Night had fallen by then, and she never appeared on the perimeter surveillance after entering the walkway. It had only been forty-five minutes from the time she left the hotel to the time she was killed, so perhaps she had disappeared into the woods. Ran Dondo checked her cell phone movements from the communications company's back office, and unfortunately, her location was off, and off for a long time. She was reluctant to reveal her location, probably because she was afraid that her parents would realize that she was lying to them.

Officers with dogs searched all around the lake and did not find any objects of interest, nor did they find a suspected scene. Xijiang big pit upstream body floating lot they also carpet like search, what clues have not found. Since the Blue Lake and the West River are connected, Ran Dongdong sent people to check all the boats passing through the Blue Lake within 40 hours after Xia Bingqing was killed, and none of the boats admitted to transporting the body, and no one has seen Xia Bingqing. Where is the crime scene? Ran Dongdong has a headache.

Xia Bingqing had sent a message to Xu Shanchuan before she left the house, "See you at the usual place at six o'clock in the evening." Xu Shanchuan replied, "I'm not available today." Xia Bingqing sent again: "If you do not come, will die." Xu Shanchuan replied, "Which old place?" Xia Bingqing replies, "Can you not pretend?" Xu Shanchuan: "I really don't have time." Xia Bingqing: "Don't force me." Xu Shanchuan: "I'm not scared."

Xu Shanchuan was designated as the number one suspect. The man was thirty-six, with a big head and small body, and it was rumored that he had this body shape because he drank too much of the drinks his father produced during his formative years. Another theory was that he was part of the generation that was fed by online games, with thin limbs and a plump head due to long periods of being housebound and immobile. Ran Dondo had read the predictions and knew whether this was a future human body shape or an alien body shape. As it turns out, this alien head is not simple. He founded the Mike's Hotel chain, and although the investment was given by his dad, his management is well organized. His dad started as a herbal tea maker and produced a drink thirty years ago that still sells well in the southern provinces. His wife, Shen Xiaoying, is two years younger than him and a housewife. They have two children, a boy of five and a girl of three.

Ran Dongdong summoned him. As soon as he sat down, he said that Xia Bingqing was not killed by him, and pulled out a courier receipt and a USB flash drive. The receipt was signed on the night of the murder, only half an hour after Xia Bingqing was killed. Too coincidental, Ran Dongdong can not help but doubt. But the flash drive immediately poured cold water on her suspicions, and the images in the flash drive were taken by his home monitor. The images on the flash drive were taken from his home's monitor, which is on 24 hours a day to supervise the nanny's children. The images proved that none of the four members of Xu Shanchuan's family went out on the night of the murder.

"But I didn't tell you exactly when Xia Bingqing was killed." She said.

"Doesn't the media report that every day?" He replied.

"You are well prepared."

"That's so you don't waste your time."

"How did you and Xia Bingqing meet?"

He thought for a while and said that it was a bit fuzzy, but his expression told her that he was not only not fuzzy but also very lucid. She felt the need to remind him and said What is the old place that Xia Bingqing talked about? He was immediately alert and asked what old place? She said Didn t Xia Bingqing send you a text message before she left? Now he understood. It wasn't that he didn't expect them to check his communication records, but he didn't expect them to do it so quickly. His limbs began to falter, first leaning forward, then leaning back, so repeated twice before stuttering Blue Lake Hotel. She said you met at the Blue Lagoon Hotel? He bit his lip, as if entering a time tunnel. Shao Tianwei knocked on the table and said ask you.

"She's suicidal, she's always wanted to kill herself." He replied.

"Take a good look," she threw the three photos in front of him, "she's been hit with a heavy object on the back of her head and her right hand has been cut away, does it look like suicide?"

He picked up the photo and carefully recognized it, and his face gradually stared. Suddenly, he exploded and said Who the f**k is so cruel? She said that's exactly what I wanted to ask you. He shook his head and said I don't know, I really don't know, I want to know who did it I want to kill him. She asks do you love her? He is silent for a while and says this is a matter of personal feelings, is it relevant to the case?

"Sure, if the case is triggered by emotion." She said.

"Then all I can say is that it's not love, it's a like at best."

"Tell me what you like about her."

He was silent again, but this time he didn't bite his lip. She thought perhaps he was building up his courage and should be inspired. She picked up the Leaves of Grass book and read: "I believe that a blade of grass is no less than a star in the sky, that ＼an ant, a grain of sand, and a wren's egg are equally perfect, that ＼the rain frog is a masterpiece of the Creator, and that ＼the prostrate spread of black strawberries can adorn the palaces of heaven..." ...... "He listened but did not react.

"You like Whitman's poetry?" Her gaze came over the top of the book.

"Never read." He seemed particularly proud of himself for that.

"Then why did you give her this book of poems?"

"Because President Clinton once gave a copy to Lewinsky, and I knew about it from watching TV when I was in middle school." He licked his dry lips.

"Oh ...... I didn't realize it was so vulgar." She slapped the book of poems blatantly on the table.

He was startled, not by the sudden loud noise, but by the contempt that revealed itself from her bones.

Xu Shanchuan said three years ago in late April, to be precise, on the afternoon of the twenty-second, I interviewed candidates in the Blue Lake Hotel on the second floor of the twelfth private room. A total of more than a dozen people came to apply for the Mike's Hotel chain Beijing branch of the administrator. Xia Bingqing was one of them, and she was pulling a suitcase when she came in. I asked her why she was pulling a suitcase. She said she could leave as soon as she passed the interview. That poked me hard in the chest, but only for a few seconds before I suspected it was her design. I have to admit she's a smart person, but smart is often mistaken for scheming again in this day and age. So I'm going to verify that by asking her if she pulls her suitcase with her everywhere she goes. She was so shocked that her lips parted slightly like a sliced strawberry, and she paused for at least two seconds before saying how could that be, it was her first time.

At the end of the interview, I crossed her out. I don't like people who obviously use tactics, especially when it comes to the little things, because those little tactics often miss the mark. I admit to having thumped in my heart when I crossed out her name, like the sound of a broken bone, and startled myself. It was conscience, the guilt that lingers after suppressing talent. For that reason I sat in the booth for a long time, as if I needed some time to get rid of the tiny bit of shame I had managed to create.

Unexpectedly, when the applicants and staff left one by one, she came back with her suitcase. She said she came back mainly because she wanted to listen to my opinion, to understand where exactly she was poor, so that she could learn from her mistakes when interviewing for new positions in the future. But as she talked, I realized that she was comparing herself to those who had been accepted, comparing her intelligence to her looks to her eloquence, obviously not coming back to listen to advice but to demonstrate. I said one proud person would never hire another proud person. It won't, will it? She suddenly took off her blouse and sat on my lap. Her figure was truly titillating, especially when sitting on the lap of a husband whose wife had already had his second child, so much so that I had to suspect that I was not hiring her out of jealousy. Other men might have made a mistake on the spot, but I'm a guy who has to beat his head against the wall for three days first even if he wants to make a mistake. So I pushed her away. It didn't matter if I pushed her away, the point was to hurt her pride. She pouted and stomped and slammed her pen, quickly remedied her trauma with a series of over-the-top actions, and eventually became so disappointed that she cried.

There is a kind of woman who becomes more and more delicate the more she cries, and she belongs to this kind. She cried like a flower that was being destroyed, cried as if the flower had been stuck in cow dung, cried as if the whole package room was filled with wonderful breath. I was almost moved, but when I thought of my wife and children, and the total assets and net worth of the family business, I crushed my expanding desires as hard as I would have crushed a walnut. Like me, people with certain assets, on the initiative of the opposite s*x is particularly vigilant, had to bite the bullet time and time again to reject the encounter. Xia Bingqing is no exception, she was pushed out of the private room by me ......