"Yes." Wei Meng nodded, "My colleague said she kept crying when she woke up, and fainted again in the middle. Lieutenant Lu, do you need to go over and take a look?"
Yan Yishuai's eyebrows were raised high: "Xiao Wei, we will arrange the next work ourselves. Where is your Director Sun?"
Wei Meng's face darkened slightly and she replied: "He has gone back beforehand. He is afraid of disturbing your work, so let me tell you."
Property manager Guo Ying stepped forward hesitantly: "Captain Lu, can it be over?"
Lu Wuchuan finally spoke: "I haven't checked the other rooms yet."
"Ah?" Guo Ying looked confused and glanced upstairs, "Isn't that room the scene? What does it have to do with other places?"
"Xiao Guo, you don't understand this." The security manager continued, "This yard is a crime scene, and the room where the body was found is only part of it."
"Then...can we go?" Guo Ying asked tentatively.
Although she did not witness the scene with her own eyes, she felt uncomfortable in the house where the murder occurred. Especially when she saw several people carrying blue bags downstairs just now, her heart was in her throat.
"Wait a minute, I still have something to ask them." Lu Wuchuan turned to the two hourly workers and asked, "When you were cleaning up the kitchen today, did you find any knives missing?"
"No." Zhao Fang poked Han Qiuxia next to her, "Did you notice?"
Han Qiuxia's face was still pale, but she finally stopped crying. She moved her lips a few times before saying, "That...that fruit knife..."
"Oh, yes, there is a fruit knife missing." Zhao Fang said, "The only scabbard left is in the kitchen. Miss Bai said that it might have been left somewhere after peeling the fruit. She also asked us to pay attention and don't scratch our hands."
"Where's the scabbard?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
"It's in the kitchen, I'll get it for you."
After a while, Zhao Fang brought out a scabbard, which was made of black resin and hollowed out. It was nothing special, but it seemed to be of good quality.
Bao Sheng took it, looked over it over and over, and put it into the evidence bag: "Take this away first, and I will come back to you to confirm the knife."
The knife was a murder weapon. It was pulled out from Feng Yuan's back, and it was still stained with blood. I didn't take it out immediately for the two hourly workers to confirm, because I was afraid of scaring them.
After leaving their contact information, the property manager and hourly workers learned that they could leave and left Villa A09 almost without stopping.
Yan Yishuai and the four of them continued to conduct on-site inspections of the entire villa. Yu Chengwei and Wei Meng were responsible for assisting. Duan Mo and Lu Wuchuan left Tinglanxuan and rushed to the hospital where Bai Xianxian was located.
Kanghe is a private hospital, about ten minutes' drive from Tinglanxuan.
Bai Xianxian lives in a VIP ward, which is different from the wards in public hospitals. Once you enter, you feel like you are in a business suite of a five-star hotel.
It not only has a living room, bedroom, but also an open kitchen, and there is even a large terrace outside the living room.
The room is fully equipped with refrigerator, TV, microwave, sofa, coffee table, wardrobe and other furniture and appliances.
If it weren't for the hospital bed in the bedroom and the infusion rails on the ceiling, it wouldn't be possible to tell that this was a hospital ward.
Bai Xianxian was sitting on a rocked hospital bed for an infusion. She was wearing a light pink hospital gown, with the quilt covering her chest. Her bare face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and her red eyes were staring at something without focus.
Qiu Tong lowered his voice and said: "You have also seen that Xianxian is like this now... Can you wait until she gets better before accepting the interview?"
"Then let's talk first." Lu Wuchuan said.
"Okay." Qiu Tong nodded.
The policewoman who came with her before took the initiative to go in to accompany Bai Xianxian and closed the door behind her.
Qiu Tong made an inviting gesture toward the living room: "Sit over here." He went to get two bottles of mineral water, and then sat on the single sofa next to him.
Lu Wuchuan thanked him, put the water on the coffee table, and asked, "Were you listening to Lanxuan yesterday?"
"I've been there during the day and left at night." Qiu Tong immediately explained, "It's been cooler these days. I'll go back and get some clothes."
"What time did you leave?"
"Brother Yuan came over and I left. It's almost ten o'clock."
"You two have been living at Bai Xianxian's house recently?"
"Xianxian's mental state is not good, and we are afraid that something will happen to her."
The ambiguous answer caused a brief silence in the living room. Lu Wuchuan's unemotional gaze swept across Qiu Tong's face, making her body stiffen unconsciously.
Then he added: "These days, we have taken turns to accompany Xianxian."
"You during the day and he at night?" Lu Wuchuan asked without hesitation.
Qiu Tong subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bedroom and pursed his lips: "Not always, he doesn't come here every day."
The voice he spoke before was not high, and this sentence was even lowered, as if he was afraid that people in the back room would hear him.
Lu Wuchuan nodded clearly and changed the topic: "Why was Feng Yuan so late yesterday?"
No longer being questioned, Qiu Tong's tone relaxed slightly: "Brother Yuan is different from me. I am an assistant to Xianxian alone, and he has several artists. It is common to have entertainment in the evening.
Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a normal nine-to-six commute.”
"Did he drink yesterday?"
"No, he drove here by himself."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, it's quite normal. When I left, they both said they wanted to find a movie to watch together." Qiu Tong pursed his lips, "Anyway, I don't believe that Xianxian will kill Brother Yuan."
"Let's do this for now. Later, colleagues from our bureau will come over to... accompany us." Lu Wuchuan stood up and left, "If Bai Xianxian's condition is better or you remember something to tell my colleagues, you can just call someone in our team directly."
Qiu Tong nodded in agreement and sent the two of them out.
The black off-road vehicle drove towards the city, and Duan Mo had been silent since getting on the vehicle. While waiting for a signal at an intersection, Lu Wuchuan took a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her: "What are you thinking about?"
Duanmo took it and took a long drink before saying, "I feel that Qiu Tong didn't tell the truth."
"It's normal. After all, she is Bai Xianxian's assistant. No matter from every angle, she has to protect her. What's more, Bai Xianxian is in the back room. What would you do if it were you?"
"Then should we call her to the bureau and ask her carefully?"
"There's no rush, we'll wait for the autopsy and on-site investigation reports to come out."
"Yeah, that's right. It would be more relevant to ask at that time. Lu, do you think these three dead people have a common characteristic?"
Lu Wuchuan tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers: "You want to say that they all have an abnormal relationship with Bai Xianxian?"
Duan Mo's eyes were bright, he nodded, and asked again: "Do you think she killed Feng Yuan?"
The traffic light turned green. Lu Wuchuan resisted the urge to rub her little head and slowly accelerated following the car in front: "Don't you already have the answer?"
"I just have a feeling, but there is no evidence."