"ah!"

"It hurts!"

"Bleeding!"

In the east of Sijiu City, in Zaoshu Hutong, in a small square courtyard, Qin Huairu, who was cooking in the kitchen, suddenly let out a cry of pain, raised her left hand with a frown, and saw that the space between her index fingers had been cut off by a kitchen knife.

A small piece of meat, with drops of bright red blood slowly gushing out, finally splashed on the chopping board, like blooming wild roses, especially charming.

She quickly held her fingers, and her fingers instantly turned white. After the blood on the wound stopped flowing out, she turned around and returned to the house with a sullen face.

Not long after.

After taking care of the wound, Qin Huairu walked back silently, cleaned the chopping board and started chopping vegetables again.

Her life is much better now than before. Even if she was the only one eating today, she still cooked two dishes, one scrambled eggs and one fried pork with chili.

When she was at Jia's house before, if there wasn't some important day or if Silly Zhu came back with leftovers, she wouldn't be able to eat this.

But now, it's just her daily routine.

Widow Qin's hands and feet were always very nimble. After working for a while, she returned to the west room of the main house in the courtyard with the food.

The furnishings in this room are considered luxurious nowadays, including radios, sofas, large wardrobes, chests of drawers, sewing machines...

As long as ordinary people have it, she should have it here.

Qin Huairu carried the food and walked to the brand new round table in the middle of the room, put down several things in her hands one by one, then sat down and picked up a steamed bun that was as white and plump as hers with her injured hand, and the other hand

Picking up the kuaizi, he chewed the vegetables and the steamed buns slowly.

After eating half of the steamed bun like this, she suddenly sighed sadly. She thought about the stick story about killing people when they see meat, and also thought about the trick of eating a huge steamed bun alone.

If they were here, they would be extremely happy.

Qin Huairu looked at the food in front of her and suddenly lost her appetite, so she put down the buns and Kuaizi with a frown, got up and turned on the radio, then walked to the sofa and fell down softly.

Listening to the opera "Yi Yi Ya" on the radio, she gradually began to lose focus, and scenes like old cartoons appeared in her mind. Sometimes it was Chu Heng's cold eyes, sometimes it was her mother-in-law on the hospital bed,

Sometimes it was her three terrified and helpless children.

Finally, an extremely eerie voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

Sooner or later I will settle accounts with you!

Qin Huairu shook her head vigorously to drive the voice out of her mind, threw away the cushions on the sofa angrily, and fell weakly on the sofa.

She is afraid!

If she is really found out by Chu Heng, the revenge that awaits her will be a roaring tsunami!

And no one can save her!

Not even Li Fugui!

"No, that dead old lady is almost dead, no one will know..."

In the dim room, she whispered softly, as if she was comforting herself, but also as if she was whispering to someone, which was a bit strange.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, a fierce knock on the door sounded from outside the courtyard.

Qin Huairu suddenly sat up from the sofa like a frightened wild cat.

After taking a few deep breaths and regaining her composure, she thought it was Li Fugui and went to open the door, cursing: "You must have had too much to drink again, you bastard!"

A few moments.

She came to the door, pulled the latch and opened the courtyard door. A smile instantly appeared on her dark face, like a peach blossom blooming: "Why are you here today..."

Just as she was halfway through her words, her expression suddenly froze. Looking at the indifferent-looking He Zishi and the other police officers turning around outside, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

However, Widow Qin is Widow Qin after all. After so many years of scheming, her psychological quality is not generally strong. She calmed down in an instant, frowned and looked impatient, and asked in a cold voice to the few people who suddenly appeared: "Are you there again?"

What's up?"

He Zishi stared at the charming face in front of him and said calmly: "I'm looking for you to assist in the investigation!"

"No time. I've already said that if you have evidence, come and arrest me. If you don't have evidence, leave immediately. I don't welcome you here!" Qin Huairu stretched out her hand to close the courtyard door, looking arrogant and confident.

He Zishi instantly stretched out a hand to hold the door, then pushed the door open forcefully and stepped in, followed closely by several people behind him.

"What are you going to do!"

Seeing this, Qin Huairu became even more panicked, and shouted in a sharp voice with a fierce expression: "Get out, get out! I won't let you walk around without food!"

He Zishi frowned, looked at her coldly, and scolded: "Shut up, since we are here, it means that we already have evidence in our hands. Now I give you two choices, either cooperate with us in questioning honestly, or follow

I’ll go back to the institute and it’s your choice!”

Qin Huairu's expression changed instantly when she heard this, and her legs were weak from being lowered, but her mind was surprisingly calm. She looked at He Zishi silently, and was thinking quickly in her mind.

How did he get the evidence so quickly?

Is the old lady awake?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The doctors said she wouldn't be able to wake up.

Also, what he just said was to assist in the investigation, so... even if he has evidence, it shouldn't be conclusive evidence. Otherwise, why not just arrest me?

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu calmed down. She glanced at the people in front of her and without saying a word, she turned and walked towards the west room.

When He Zishi saw this, he sneered and followed her in with rapid strides.

After a group of people filed into the west room, Qin Huairu went straight to the sofa and sat down, folding her legs, crossing her arms and holding her shoulders, her round chin slightly raised, covering up her panic with a very bad attitude: "

I won’t pour water for you. If you have anything to say, just ask and leave as soon as you’re done.”

"good."

He Zishi nodded calmly, pulled up a chair, sat down face to face with her, and asked directly: "Did you change the pesticide?"

Qin Huairu's eyes turned, and her brows instantly rose: "I've said it eight hundred times, it's not me!"

"Then how do you explain the fingerprints we found on the pesticide bottles?" He Zishi sneered and took out a document bag from his bag and pulled out two pieces of paper: "One of the above is the fingerprint we extracted from the pesticide bottle.

One is the fingerprint you pressed when you went to the street office to collect the ticket, and the two match perfectly!"

That's right, the piece of paper with the fingerprints in his hand was the one he had someone copy.

It's pitiful to say the least.

Because there is no perfect fingerprint extraction technology yet, He Zishi and the others cannot extract Qin Huairu's fingerprints from the pesticide bottle.

So he followed the method of a certain dog-headed military advisor who did not want to be named, and made a fake one to fool the Widow Qin. She didn't know the authenticity anyway.

At this time, I am grateful that there are not yet too many police and gangster dramas.

…

That’s what happened!

Qin Huairu looked at the fingerprints on it, and suddenly her heart suddenly dawned. She lacked knowledge in this area and had no time to think about how they found the fingerprints on it. She stared at the two pieces of paper for a few times, pondering in her heart.

After a moment, he said angrily: "Isn't it normal to have my fingerprints? Don't forget that it belongs to my family!"

"Oh."

He Zishi sneered back, leaning forward slightly, with his big face close to her, creating a strong sense of oppression: "But I heard Aunt Li say that the pesticide bottle used by Jia Zhang was broken in the steel rolling mill.

, this pesticide bottle is her new one, and at this time, you have already moved out of the courtyard."

"So, please tell me how you came into contact with this pesticide bottle?"

Listening to his cold questions, Qin Huairu, who had never thought that something would go wrong, was instantly startled and broke into a cold sweat. However, she also knew that she could not panic or show her cowardice at this time. After calming herself down a little, she hurriedly defended herself.

He said: "We have several pesticide bottles at home. The children have played with them and I have touched them all. The fingerprints may have been there a long time ago."

"So that's it." He Zishi nodded with a half-smile, then turned to look at a young man lying on the table writing notes next to him: "Have you written everything down?"

"Write it down." The young man quickly handed him the notebook.

He Zishi took it and looked at it for a few times, then sent the notebook and a pen to Qin Huairu, saying: "Let's take a look and see if the records above are correct. If there is no problem, sign and fingerprint."

"Oh, by the way, I would like to remind you that after you sign and sign, this record will become part of the evidence. If you are later found to have lied, the consequences will be serious! You have to think carefully."

"I didn't lie, I had something on my mind."

Qin Huairu knew that she was now in a difficult position. She took the book with a sullen face, looked at it for a few times and signed her name. Then she pressed a clear fingerprint with the ink pad handed over by He Zishi.

"Then that's it for today. I'll come back if necessary later." After He Zishi got the notebook back, he didn't stay for a second. He got up and left the place quickly with the others.

Qin Huairu sat on the sofa and watched them leave quietly.

It wasn't until they walked out of the yard that they collapsed and fell heavily on the sofa.

At this time, she was already in a state of confusion, and an emotion called fear kept invading her mind, making her tremble uncontrollably.

What she just said contained too many loopholes and could not withstand investigation.
To be continued...