"She hasn't told anyone, but I'm not sure if some careful people have guessed it through various clues," Song Ge said.

Su Ping thought for a while and then asked: "Then has she ever lent money to others?"

"Yes," Brother Song nodded: "Mainly colleagues and friends, the amount is generally not large, hundreds or thousands, and the highest one is five thousand yuan."

"Have you frequently borrowed money from her?"

"Quite a few." Brother Song said: "People, once they have borrowed money from a friend, they will be the first to think of her when they have difficulties next time. Over time, they may even subconsciously borrow money.

She used it as an emergency cash machine."

"Is there any record of borrowing money and not repaying it?"

"Not yet. If I don't pay it back within the agreed time, she will ask. Although she has money, she tells her in her heart that the money is not hers, and she will be more concerned about the small amount."

"Is there a blacklist?"

"ah?"

"That is, is there anyone who borrows money frequently and always asks her to pay it back, so she directly blocks the person and stops lending him money?" Su Ping asked again.

Brother Song thought for a moment and shook his head. Seeing Su Ping open his mouth to ask again, he quickly answered: "Captain Su, I understand what you mean. I asked about the house she lived in in detail. I looked at it horizontally and vertically.

No one in the family or in this inquiry is worthy of suspicion of having a motive for committing the crime."

Su Ping was silent again.

Qi Yuan couldn't help but glance at him secretly, a little strange.

If he was the one responsible for asking questions, then he would ask so frequently, and the questions he asked were all very common. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that as long as the answer is 'yes', the target has certain suspicions. This is understandable, and even very common.

normal.

But it's a bit unreasonable to ask an experienced detective like Brother Song. Normally, he wouldn't ask these questions to other detectives other than interns like him.

After a moment of silence, Su Ping suddenly sighed softly, raised his hand and patted Brother Song on the shoulder, glanced at Xiao Qi again, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

After a few seconds, he raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head: "You guys go ahead, I'll go to other places to see if there's anyone who needs help."

"Captain Su, I..." Qi Yuan immediately followed, but was held back by Brother Song.

Su Ping didn't even look back, waved his hand and went down the stairs.

"Captain Su..." Qi Yuan opened his mouth. He found that Su Ping was not in good condition and was a little weird.

"Let him be alone." Brother Song grabbed his shoulder, then let go and patted him hard: "Don't take care of him anymore, never."

Qi Yuan seemed to understand, but nodded slightly.

Brother Song spoke again, as if explaining to Qi Yuan, or talking to himself: "We have taken great care of him these days. He is not allowed to do heavy work, and trivial tasks are taken over whenever possible.

Something irritated him.

He is a strong person, and he is used to taking care of others, but is not used to being taken care of by others. Once the situation is reversed, he will be very uncomfortable and may feel that he is redundant or even burdensome.

This is very cruel to him. Others who are already very old can apply for early retirement at any time. The feeling of powerlessness that sometimes arises will make him confused and struggling. This can also be regarded as a mid-life crisis.

One kind of thing.

Especially when he is free and has nothing to do, he is more likely to have random thoughts.

None of us, including Captain Xun, expected this. This was not a matter of care for him, but... we should have realized this earlier, and fortunately it is not too late today."

Qi Yuan clenched his fists, thinking that what he said at noon might also be a stimulus to Su Ping.

He suddenly felt a little guilty and sad.

After a moment, he let go and said: "Then let's help him, help him realize that the detachment cannot be without him, and help him find it again..."

"There is no indispensable person in the detachment. Such a large unit can still function without everyone." Brother Song interrupted Qi Yuan, stared into his eyes, and said meaningfully.

"But..." Qi Yuan wanted to refute, but didn't know where to start.

"But we can't." Brother Song smiled and helped him finish: "Anyone in the detachment can be missing, including Captain Su. But we are different. He and Captain Xun are our backbone."

Qi Yuan nodded lightly.

…

After going downstairs, Su Ping held on to the handrail and took a few breaths.

It's not that his physical fitness has declined, but that one leg is lame and uncomfortable. Walking is awkward and requires much more energy than usual, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

After walking out of the inpatient department, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

It's only five o'clock now, and the sun is still hot and dazzling, but it won't be long before it sets.

His shoulders dropped slightly. He is an old detective in his forties. Even though his body is still strong and his figure is tall and straight in front of outsiders, he is always a little rickety when he relaxes.

After all, the burden I have carried on my shoulders these years is too heavy.

A wisp of white cloud drifted by, covering the sun, and the light suddenly became a little darker.

Su Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally he could barely look directly at the sky where the sun was.

A few columnar rays of light pierced through the thick clouds and still shined down stubbornly. Although the sky was slightly dark, the clouds could not completely block the sunlight.

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his raised head slowly, and took steps again, walking towards the main gate with his hands behind his back, slightly limping, but still steady.

As he walked, his shoulders slowly straightened up, and his hands behind his back slowly relaxed.

Finally, he strode forward, came to the door, and stopped a car: "Master, go to the Criminal Investigation Detachment."

After saying that, he got in the car, fastened his seat belt, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Xiao Chai, um, I'm going back now. Come to my office, bring the trace inspection report, and ask a few questions. Well, that's it.

In this case, we'll talk about it when we get back to work, hang up, and bye."

…

General surgery ward of the inpatient department and smoking area in the stairwell.

Brother Song put his hands on the window sill, holding a cigarette between two fingers, and raised his chin: "Here, look."

Qi Yuan glanced at it and remained silent.

"He joined the army at the age of sixteen and served as a soldier for six years. After being demobilized, he became a policeman. He has been working for more than twenty years. What big storms has he not seen? Mid-life crisis? It's a small problem. He can definitely solve it."

"Yeah." Qi Yuan responded. The criminal policemen in the detachment all had a mysterious confidence in Su Ping.

Even Xun Mu was helpless at times, but he was not. Everyone firmly believed in this.

But Qi Yuan followed up and said: "But being omnipotent also brings great pressure. It's unfair for him to carry it alone. This burden is too heavy and will crush him."

"Yeah, we have to help him share the burden, but we can't do it too hastily. Everything has to be done step by step." Brother Song patted him on the shoulder and scratched the back of his neck: "Grow up quickly, take charge of your own business early, and do your best. Don't worry.

Disappoint him."
Chapter completed!